#dreaming

[blue-opossum]

The Shape-Shifting Frog

The Shape-Shifting Frog

Tuesday morning, June 16, 2026.

There is minimal physical realism, no discernible or traceable cortical influences, and only an intuitive awareness that I am sleeping, which increases as I achieve liminality.

At first, I find a large frog, similar to the one from the YouTube video "A tiny angry squeaking Frog 🐸 | Super Cute Animals - BBC"

In this segment, my dream self is modelling my ongoing sleeping position, as is often the case.

Later, when the frog is in the bed of our current home, though perpendicular to its real-world orientation (headboard to the north), it becomes a large gray tabby cat, unrealistically large from the "zooming in" effect of the dream state. Zsuzsanna is nearby. In the outcome, it is fully a cat. I inform Zsuzsanna that it is a shape-shifter.

[rakka-kasahara]

2026-06-16

Dream:

I had a few, but I only remember a bit of the last one.

I was in a space ship on some other planet. I was there with a couple others, and we were exploring it. I think we ended up finding some guy in stasis down below. I believe we got into a fight with him or some aliens. Some other stuff happened. We return to our base. I had somehow ended up with an orange slime girl girlfriend. We went to the bathroom and proceeded to have, er, sesbian lex in the tub. While I was eating her out, another girl entered the bathroom and caught us in the act. My girlfriend leaves. I meet with the girl, and she mentions that we are supposed to be getting someone new on our team soon. I think that I should try to present my girlfriend as the new team member.

Analysis:

I did read a bit about a sci-fi novel, but no slime girls. The slime girl might be from an ASMR video.

[anotherbea]

i guess i like old people candy

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[rakka-kasahara]

2026-06-15

Dream:

I had a few, but I only really remember one.

I was sort of wandering through the college dorms, but there were dumpsters inside. I was looking through the dumpsters for something. I think some people had been throwing out guns? Some older guy was also trying to look for something in the dumpster as well. After checking out a few dumpsters, I returned to my dorm room. I think there was a large window looking into a dark outside. I got a message from my Mom, I think. I end up going downstairs and enter Grandma D's computer room. There is a large computer terminal that I start messing with. I am following some sort of YouTube video.

Analysis:

I guess I didn't check out the dumpsters yesterday.

[rightlefttoe]

I woke up to “50 Ways to Say Goodbye” in my head now I fear someone died in my dream or something

[blue-opossum]

The Gears of Time Ding Too Much

The Gears of Time Ding Too Much

Monday morning, June 15, 2026.

My sleeping mind places me in a real-world foundation relative to 1979, though the associations are completely wrong as usual, and I lack any real-world recall since 1979.

I am in a fictitious room in the King Street mansion on the east side, in the back, on the second floor, where the staircase starts in real life. The dynamics of my dream are atypical. I have no associations with my landlady or other real-world tenants except for Leonard (of whom my dream self does not remember having died in 2016). I become aware of an unknown tenant at the front, on the east side, but never see him directly.

I go into the kitchen (at the west front of the second floor) - an empty, dark room. I have a square clock. I hear a dinging sound as it ticks but I want it to stop dinging. I see that a smaller gear, lower than the other two, which are larger, is the cause. I think of putting a little rod between the top of the small gear, which seems to work - though in reality, would also pause the larger gear it is moving with (but when do dreams ever reflect logic or even common sense?).

I feel a strong tap on my left shoulder. I turn to see Leonard smiling at me. (In real life, he was microcephalic.) I am aware that the other tenants (college students) have similar devices that do not ding.

My dream was very peaceful and satisfying, as most have been lately.