Mu's Unnamed Dream Journal

[mu]

* mu hugs draft feature *

A most rightful title, I'm sure!

Oh yes, you have no idea.

And to all your other readers too

Of course!   

I don't like coffee 

    I can't even begin to comprehend what you just said.

He isn't nice like Alfred...

This demon (not Alfred) was alright.  I didn't have any problems with him; I mean, he was just doing what he's supposed to, as a demon.  So I'm cool with that.

Alfred is awesome though.

State previous to Big Bang?

Maybe.  I can't prove it though. 

If it was in something previous to Big Bang, then time didn't exist yet. Am I right?

Well, yes, I've heard it explained that way.  No one knows what it was really like, but they say space and time each are an aspect of the other, and arose together with the Big Bang..  Which explains how galaxies can be further apart now than the speed of light limit would seem to have allowed, for example--time was also "expanded."

You're catching up with past lives?

It was like that, sort of.  I'd settle for recalling dreams for now, however.   

Egocentrism hurt the poor kid.

It was like that!

The most perfect of all questions - why?

I beg to differ--to me it's "what?"  As in, "What is everything?"

It looks like you just entered a more pleasant scenario...

Chasing rabbits is fun!    

Taste for blood consumes..  If rabbit is not caught, I will never live again.

Or not...

  Yeah..  not pleasant at all..

Could you rephrase it for me, please? Forget it - I got the meaning when I read the next bit.

Hey, strikethrough works over smilies too.. 

Basically I was trying to describe my state of mind as a wolf.

«Identity, origin, they promise.. (...) everything is purple» What a nice phrase you thought mu! Your identity is purple! Everything is purple 

  Thank you!

Your perception in lucid dreams is amazing! _{(I know I said this many times before, but you said you didn't mind).}

  Thank you.  I don't mind, but I don't know how to reply.

You should write a poem inspired on your dream. It would be marvellous, I'm sure!

It's something to try!  It might even be good for dreaming, it calling many parts of the mind to focus on the dream.

Where you WILD... .. .

I often attempt to WILD when I'm already in a dream.  For example, lie in a dream bed and think or do something that causes me to leave my "body", whereupon I am immediately lucid.

Spoiler for: Countless lives inhabit us  

Countless lives inhabit us.
I don’t know, when I think or feel,
Who it is that thinks or feels.
I am merely the place
Where things are thought or felt.

I have more than just one soul.
There are more I’s than I myself.
I exist, nevertheless,
Indifferent to them all.
I silence them: I speak.

The crossing urges of what
I feel or do not feel
Struggle in who I am, but I
Ignore them. They dictate nothing
To the I I know: I write.

Ricardo Reis (Fernando Pessoa), translated by Richard Zenith

  Excellent!  That, especially the first two stanzas, express exactly how it seems.

"I am merely the place
Where things are thought or felt."

Incredible..  That is something I'm constantly trying to get across in here.

Yep, this is a good place:

 

Loud music was your key to lucidity that night.

There was no music IRL though.

You wake up, in the dream, right?

It's hard to say anymore. 

I better not fake myself as a DC then...  _{This were you, by the way.}

Oh, go ahead.  I love dreams like this.  Sure, they're a little disconcerting at the time, but I wouldn't rather not have them.  It's worth it.

The music... what's so special about this music?

I don't know man.  I liked it though.

See? Think positive!

Yes.. And see what the result was? 

It was all a dream... a very long dream...

  Thanks.  I wish it didn't end too.

After all that reading, the post ends with a simple a joyful dream 

Yes..  The rest of the dream sort of put the roller coaster thing in perspective for me.

How... enlightening.

It was perfectly clear at the time, of course.

Yes, you are supposed to know that - and now you know! You should be happy because you found out! 

  How's that? 

You don't. Final.

[mu]

More ridiculously overdue replies to come..

[mu]

Your 6/6/10 dream--that is so bizarre and so amazing.  Thanks for taking the time to write it up and for sharing it.  Those kind of dreams of yours always give me so much like hope or inspiration for the possibilitiesk, if somebody sticks with dream-exploration, like you have.  Over the last few years, I know my dreams have changed; maybe everybody has capacities they don't know about unless they just keep working on it and adding to it.  Your dreams always make me want to keep trying.

Aw, thanks Moonbeam.    Your replies are always very encouraging, and I don't think my dreams would be as good if I didn't hang out around here.

  I've really fallen behind in here lately..  Once I get caught up I'm staying caught up.  (I'm saying that here so I have to do it.)

That was cool that you had a demon too!  I was surprised at the coincidence.  I think it seemed weird for either of us; unusual for our dreams, I mean.  (I don't know who had it first or maybe it was about the same time.)

  See?  I told you demons are fun.  Always interesting anyway..  I can't remember which one of us saw one first this time, but they're probably all pals or something, IDK.. 

  I read that  minotaurs are the new vampire.  You're ahead of the new craze. http://www.theonion.com/articles/minotaurs-the-new-vampires-says-publishing-executi,17601/

  Oh, they would have loved this guy; they'd be like .  Not sure how sensitive he was though.  Brooding, certainly.

Oh no, I better get to trying to upload that!  Last time my stupid camera card wasn't recognized by my stupid computer.  I'll try again. 

  No you don't.  I have like ten million dreams to go back and tag.  I never do it at the time for some reason and now I've gotten way behind.  But it's a good way to review your dreams.  I do the dating thing in my lucid journal so they are easier to count at the end of the month.

I never know quite what to tag, and when I do tag them, the tags seem to make it seem like the dream's about something else..  I don't know..  It's not the tag system's fault, it's just the way I always describe things that can't be put into one or two words, or something.

[mu]

 I think exceptionally real real life is what we are looking for, but it's funny how we find it in dreams sometimes.

 You would have had to have been there..  Such a strange state of mind.  I was like so smug and philosophical about it, as if I knew just how real it was and no one else did.

I have to find this essay by Robert Louis Stevenson, about the little people in his dreams, and they were the ones who told him all the stories.   It reminded me of your dreams.

If you do, let me know!  He was one of my favorite authors when I was a kid..  Isn't there a quote by him here now?  I thought I saw it, and it was a really good one.  I'll have to pay attention when it comes up again.

See, like that!  Your dreams are always so full of life.  When I'm alone in mine, it's an aloneness more than anything I can experience IRL.  

There does always seem to be something there, but "something" can mean a whole lot of things.  Sometimes I don't see, hear, or feel anything at all but I "know" there are all these little things there.  I don't think I ever feel alone in dreams; I've heard you describe it though, and it sounds bad.  :(

 That's some game!  Altho I am a little hurt that I didn't get to play, seeing as how Candyland could potentially be involved, at least the box.  

 I'm not just saying this, but the Candyland thing was almost certainly because of you.  (You're certainly the only person I've discussed it with in over twenty years.  )  I think this was supposed to be some sort of guy showing off thing, IDK..  It's SC's fault, IRL I'd definitely want you to play.  

[Moonbeam]

I have to find this essay by Robert Louis Stevenson, about the little people in his dreams, and they were the ones who told him all the stories.   It reminded me of your dreams.

If you do, let me know!  He was one of my favorite authors when I was a kid..  Isn't there a quote by him here now?  I thought I saw it, and it was a really good one.  I'll have to pay attention when it comes up again.[/quote]

Yea, I found that when I was looking for the essay!  I'm glad you saw it.  Let me find again...

http://classiclit.about.com/library/bl-etexts/rlstevenson/bl-rlst-acr-8.htm

There does always seem to be something there, but "something" can mean a whole lot of things.  Sometimes I don't see, hear, or feel anything at all but I "know" there are all these little things there.  I don't think I ever feel alone in dreams; I've heard you describe it though, and it sounds bad.  :(

It's really freaky, like if everybody else died and you knew you were the last person on earth or something.  But it usually only lasts just a moment.  In a way, I kind of like it.  I guess there are lots of dream emotions, that seem bad but they are really the only way to experience that particular profound depth.  So it's OK.  You know how dream are...I'm all aloooone  ....yay, I'm flying!! 

 I'm not just saying this, but the Candyland thing was almost certainly because of you.  (You're certainly the only person I've discussed it with in over twenty years.  )  I think this was supposed to be some sort of guy showing off thing, IDK..  It's SC's fault, IRL I'd definitely want you to play.  

 

[mu]

07-01-10

Fragments  Now in Haiku!

1
Watercolor yard
Bird's eyes hide dark universe
I am the still wind

2
Lake beneath the mist
Woman roams lost after death though
Her light is frozen


(Thank StarSeeker for encouraging the poetry.    I guess I should repeat them in English..)

I am briefly lucid in a yard where everything is lighter than air, and is the most peculiar "off" colors.  A peacock floats in midair, perfectly still, with completely black eyes--the only colorless thing here.  I have a strange sense that the world is real, but very far away..  I'm in it from a distance, somehow.

I'm deep in a foggy forest.  It's very cold and harsh, but there is a deep feeling of solemnity and sadness.  I come to a frozen lake covered in blinding white mist, above are stars and suns--the lake has its own part of the sky.  The ghost of a woman, frail and ancient, radiating a strange harmony or ancient wisdom over reality, like a witch, walks slowly out of the lake, as if in a trance.  She walks up into the air as if to ascend to the sky--but she turns to see me.  For an instant she looks as though she found something long lost, full of love.  But I think--and she knows what I think--I don't know her, I am not her companion.  In stillness and sadness become indifference from so long a time, she continues her ascent.

[mu]

07-02-10

  <--  God of no recall.

[mu]

07-03-10

I am hiking in the woods.  I've no boat.  However, there is a wooden lift--just the sort of thing I need all of the sudden, though I'm wondering why the lift isn't a boat.

I'm wondering why I need a wooden lift-boat.  A hound dog is here.  The hound dog says "I'm going to follow you when you go down that lift."  I remember why I need the lift--there is nothing in front of me.  I stand at a precipice, but it is upon nothing, although the hound dog seems eagerly expectant for it.

The hound dog and I descend the lift, and descend into the weightless and timeless world next to all precipices.  No, I've not committed suicide, merely idiocy, and yet..  And yet.

The edge of nothing is delightful.  I say to the hound dog "How nice this non-falling yet falling place is," and we ride upon our boat down a river.  Except we're not on a river.  I don't know what we're doing.  The hound dog and I do nothing in a void; we stare at one another, but yet.. Yet.

We float down a river.

[mu]

07-04-10

..  at the fireworks of no recall.

[mu]

07-05-10

A nice nurse is giving me injections of drugs.  There are perhaps eight or nine different and colorful syringes which she cheerfully produces.  I'm insane and there are voices and dark shapes all around me, but I'm distracted by the nurse, and haven't a care in the world. 

[iadr]

07-05-10
A nice nurse is giving me injections of drugs.  There are perhaps eight or nine different and colorful syringes which she cheerfully produces.  I'm insane and there are voices and dark shapes all around me, but I'm distracted by the nurse, and haven't a care in the world. 

Every insane person should have a nurse like that as that would probably cure their insanity.

[wolvendeer]

Wow, such an interesting contrast in that last dream.

[Serenity]

You were in my dream last night!

[mu]

07-06-10

A conure I used to know, and who looked just like this:

Spoiler for  

is sitting on the end of the bed talking to me as I'm waking up.  This guy used to scream and torment me a whole lot, so I'm quite horrified.  However, he seems to understand my thoughts, and though I can't understand all of his words, seems regretful of his past actions, and reveals to me the reasons for it--he is really an alien.

Before my eyes, he transforms into an alien version of a conure.  He does seem much more interesting and I quite like him this way.  Around him the world becomes strange, set apart from this one, and makes him appear to be both here and on his home world.  I see strange mountains, valleys, and suns in the distance behind him, but something horribly wrong in his world defies explanation.  There is death, a dark stillness, and as he chirps and whistles I understand it to be a tale of an apocalypse.

He is saying his world is dying.  He seems to have transformed further into a sort of insect, but is still alien and still somehow bird.  I am both deeply saddened and intrigued.  I slowly begin to realize the unlikelihood of this conversation, but the more clear this becomes, so does he begin to fade.  He becomes rather desperate, trying to impart his message before he has disappeared forever.

I'm not quite sure when I woke up, and was actually surprised to find I really had awoken, and that it was not a FA.  It was very seamless.

[mu]

07-07-10

DJ says:

lucid fight to stay

(Glorious lucid became a fragment.)