non-lucid

2 mar, (3) dreams

Fighting area, combatting a whole series of people. At one point I am the guy on a platform covering the area in poison, I guess I’m villain. “I’ve built and immunity to this” as he sprays it all over the citizens. I look like Thranduil with a long beige robe and hair.

I’m setting up a platter for guests or customers as I’m at produce and buying 2 cheap cartons of strawberries, cutting into some foreign looking melons, buying discount bags of assorted fruits(blueberries, starfruit, etc, in red mesh bag). I wash my hands and the new Filipino colleague is behind me to help I think? Apparently I’m in a house or MY houses bathroom now and he’s looking through the pantry saying “you guys got a lot of ingredients” and I say yeah.

Trying to reattach area on finger
Go to black market surgeon
Put my finger in bag on his desk
He comes back and tells me he needs More
I cut off other finger and drag my friend down a series of above ground tunnels and see the doctor again, he looks like a old dentist working on someone in a seat
I slap the bag of fingers on his desk while I bleed
Apparently it was needed for someone’s facial reconstruction
I can see the face, it’s a male with dark complexion and deep green eyes. It fixed his eye and cheekbone l don’t know how. He was a handsome looking man.
I felt like I was in Palestine, rushing to help someone by donating fingers.

23 feb
Out with the buddies & girls at a place that looks far near a beach. In a restaurant with wood and windows, looks like dawn outside. Friends bring 6 pack they don’t want, considering drinking it if they don’t but need to study. We were having brunch, we move over to a larger long table that has a medium and looks like it’s seating around 15 people. Bill comes up to $115 per person? I’m trying to drink al the leftover beers but realize there’s nothing. Everyone’s freaking out as we rush in like. Everyone’s dressed nice. Im in line for fuck knows why and we’re near the front as the frat kids scuttle behind us in a mob. lines veering around a small ascend. Security heavy, the lady gestures toward me and says you can’t wear that black blazer; he doesn’t like that. Friends tell me it’s the line to meet and greet Elon musk. I take off my blazer and am wearing white collared shirt and white slacks. Apparently I don’t look nice enough, I look at friends and they’re dressed just as decent. Ag is wearing a plaid skirt that’s very contemporary. I say fuck this I don’t know or care who or the hell Elon is and sit aside, watch the line from and exit on a stair/4 and vape. drunk asian man rushes outside with door open and pisses, security glaring at him as they poke their heads out. I grab my coats and cuddle with them. Ones too big and baggy and purple.

24 feb
The same place as yesterday, but I were sight seeing with family this time
Trying to get away from family and sister as they’re becoming a nuisance and they’re looking at empty town houses, looks like we’re in a big rustic city. I wander off to go to a pub to grab a pint
Too many people, looks like frat kids shoulder to shoulder again. I make my way towards back patio outdoors. Seems the friends are all outside in another long table seating a lot of people. See our big gay boy and try to maneuver over railing but the waiters glare and friends say they tried but to just go around. I do and sit. Go to bathroom across a 50m grass field I don’t know why and see gal. We chat. I don’t remember where the afternoon took us.

5 Sep 2017, Lucid. (2h Nap). Starting to realize that napping is where I get most of my vivid recollections, and this seems to be working.

"Oh hey I'm dreaming". Became lucid in a (forest?), tried not to wake up by not controlling anything and letting the dream take control, began slipping from dream and woke up.

I was at an outdoor college course room? Sitting on side and eating, feeling privileged cause; I didn't give a shit. They were doing room inspections or something I was indoors siting down, annotating that the Russian buildings were the only one that simulated with nothing but blacked out rooms with red lights, then everyone evacuated and I had to leave my gym bag. "Judges" outside and we were waiting, talking crap and I turned around and admired the painting behind us. It was very detailed. Specifics I don't remember much.

Ended up at restaurant, challenge to eat everything.

Race track tried to drive up vertical slope but construction van couldn't so I saved them.

31 Aug 17. Non-lucid. Bad notes.

Gunmen approach jeep, but I snuck & break into cop car. Attempt to scare them off with policeman baton in window pretending it’s a rifle. They throw a dummy grenade in open hood of vehicle, I run. Guns & more guns, they attempt to grab me into the car. Kick them all out with a struggle after they’re distracted. Driving. Pick up buddy (V-short) near his house. “We're gonna head back and kill them.” I’m speeding, driving through a gate and run over kids. It was great.

Back at home with ma & pa
Some male there, uncomfortable, went to mall.


1 Sept 17. Non-Lucid.

I was in a weird arena with my colleagues. Not much to remember, wasn’t any fighting.

Snippets of waiting in an airport-like room. A famous high-ranking person is sitting and the media comes by.
I walk to the (a) break room out of boredom with a vending machine and pool tables, looking at all the things to buy. Sprite, Aquafina, etc. I take a drink a sip of water yet become disgusted by it and dribble it on the floor. I’m guessing a colleague of mine that walks in and has been following me walks in, over the puddle I made, and I duck behind one of the pool table, not to avoid him, but because I feel sick (flu) and severely blow my nose; he was sick too, and I guessing I got it from him. He’s severely flirting and I’m just trying to look as gross as possible. Not because I want him to leave, just to emphasize how sick I was. (Just met the guy last night over FaceTime for 2 seconds and he was wearing sunglasses.)

Ended up back home in WA, ‘scrolling’ through the cabinet to my cupcakes, Oreos. Ended up eating something out of a bowl and sitting on the couch. We look up to the TV and my sister comes over to watch The Boondocks with me.

30 Aug 2017. Non-lucid. (4-5h nap).

My buddy and a few friends came over. He primarily came over to grab an e-juice I said I'd give to him. Turned into a slumber party of the sorts. The second floor appeared different, the longer couch was pushed up against the wall and was able to fit 3-laying bodies on it. The fireplace was stationed in the middle of the living room. Everyone was asleep, as was I (I appear to be having more dreams where I think I'm awake), a frequent companion of mine was next to me then a brief NSFW thing occurred while I was 'half-awake' in the dream, hoping that no one else woke up.

Another dream involving Guild Wars 2 that I don't remember.

'Woke up', starting writing down my dreams in my dream and felt productive. Then I woke up and didn't start writing this until hours later; I don't remember much.

24 Aug 17. Non-lucid. I really ought to start these entries as soon as I wake up, because this is all gibberish to me now.

Three heists were performed in this dream, first at 9AM in Japan, China, not sure. I was in disguised as a very very tan woman (complexion of wood) with blonde hair. At this point I believe I was tricked to gather intel at a baseball stadium, not sure if anyone was even IN the stadium.

The second jumped me all the way to either Italy or France, parkouring fucking somewhere towards 'intel boards'(I have no idea what I wrote this morning), ending up at a bar with the bartender asking me, "are you old enough to drink?" On the run from SOMETHING, wanted by the police? Ended up at HQ, religious place said "no". (Good lord I have no idea what I wrote this morning.) Sister's attempting to catch me...

Russia. Privet. Something something, finding these red cloaked men in a cathedral? Chapel? No idea.

Eventually I'm at a friend's house cleaning beer. Ended up back home, dad's face was covered in baby powder and he had a teeny tiny fat head, I see myself on the news thinking to myself, "goodbye career".

20 Aug 17. Non-lucid.

I was hosting another house party, yet the area was larger. There were more couches, end tables, sectionals, enjoying catering and drinking with guests. Ended up smoking in the backyard with a few other people, yet again it appeared larger. I ended up feeling very dissatisfied with the living room as they layout changed. Smoked indoors, on the couches, felt stupid like I was making bad decisions. Upstairs my ‘boss’ was there, ducking to avoid him as I held a lit cigarette IN THE HOUSE (Shame on me). Eventually the cops ended up coming, no idea why. Something something along the lines of “laundering the law”? Running away from them at night, they let loose the dogs. I’m jumping fences alongside some strangers, getting bitten and nibbled. Carrying one of my buddies(?), a pitbull jumps up to nip my face and I instinctively try to pet him. I was caught, probably from a neighbor then dragged into a strange house.

VERY NSFW dream occurred, involving a close friend and a transvestite. Escaped, some panting along the lines of “let’s never do that again.” Ended up contemplating that I’ll never be able to return to the new house that I just leased again and furnished.

Our French class returns from a field trip (from God knows where?). We pack up, where there's a crap ton of cookies in incredibly large packages. I remember bringing Oreo's, then catching my gaze on the blue package of Chips Ahoy. These packages were around 1m x 2m. I was helping the teacher out with something, then I believe the dream transfers to this: In some HQ with windows similar to Star Trek captains bay, except we're on ground. A crew and I make our way out toward the dark streets. We try to kill striders (hl2)and other overpowered game monsters with RPG's. Eventually I end up cheating with whatnot, I guess the console, some how.

In a field with an SMG/assault rifle, running past a fence although I'm an easy target for the enemy. Ducking for cover & strafing to get closer to flank the enemies, I take a few down. Instead of reloading, I quickly switch to the long-ranged rifle and I duck down a steep slope. An enemy tries to get me, but I end up firing 3 quick scope shots at him. I think I died shortly after that.

I'm lying on my ma's bed, and apparently my 'evil mother' has been secretly feeding me poison, and I don't know she is. I feel awful laying in bed, when another person takes a needle in my lower left back, and begins to press a symbol into it. I can feel every time she takes the long, thick needle and presses it 2-3 cm into my flesh, with a somewhat tolerable pain. The symbol resembled this:

After leaving a hardware store and messing around with a bunch of colleagues (or acquaintances?), we walk back to our workshop. In the way there, I get a familiar cat to follow us home for my own entertainment. The warehouse was scattered with boxes and equipment, and once we got through a door next to an office, my director was awfully mad at me. After he calls me over, I observe a couple of large 6-foot white tanks. Apparently a while ago I must have let something slip out of my hands while goofing off, and ended up breaking a pipe/valve. He's pressuring me to fix it with the crew, otherwise it'll blow up. I keep getting the sense it'll kill all of us, but he's blaming it on me, persisting I fix the problem. I give him a worried look, and he says, "the explosion will only stay in this area. But I still don't want that to happen." I look at the tanks, hearing gas leak, and my heart rate goes up from the time constraint.

I've finally made a success to my 3-year lucid dreaming drought. All I merely did was reality check a dozen times yesterday, drink almond milk, and eat a banana, and bam, lucid dream. Although they're not as vivid as my dreams were back then, this'll suffice.*

I was walking out of a bathroom stall (one that resembled a theatres) when something appeared odd, and I noticed an old friend, Courtney. I become lucid at this point, remembering to remain calm & not go overboard. Looking in the large mirror, try to observe my reflection and surroundings. I see myself, and it looks like me. I end up grabbing my friends face at some point (her cheeks) to get a full observation of what's going on. I eventually tried to open the bathroom door to see what was outside, but I neither remember waking up nor falling out of the dream.*

At some point in one of my dreams, a bunch of friends and I end up taking a plane out of my driveway. We can't go, since Shawntel is blocking it, but she moves out of the way. When I turn around, apparently it's only my sister and mom/dad in the tiny aircraft, and it's like we rented a private jet to visit dad in Africa. We're figuring out who's going to drive it, and I'm looking at the vacant cockpit were the pilot should be. It was too crammed to be a transportation plane.

Around this time I wake up, disappointed of my lucid dream. I try to sleep into another one, quickly seeing the Hugh Jackman Wolverine sitting in a cell with his claws out. I'm guessing it didn't work, since everything went black and I felt tingly. Soon, I AM the Wolverine, acting as an astral projection for Bruce Wayne as he sneaks through a factory. His sneaking methods awfully resemble Jensen from Deux Ex (since I've been playing it nonstop), and he appears to be hiding his identity. He sees me as his guide, trying to catch up to me as I end up changing my forms many times. After many metal ladders, we eventually fall into the factories' production: a huge river of marshmallow fluff. My form now being Morgan Freeman, I tell him: "Try it, Bruce! It's marshmallow." We continue our ride down this river, and eventually now I'm in the perspective of Bruce, as next to me is the female protagonist of the first Christian Bale Batman film (I don't remember the actress's name). She doesn't recognize me, but I eventually kiss her, where she says, "you kiss just like Bruce." We climb our way out of the river, completely clean and happy, and I make a call to Alfred to pick us up. I think she was fishing for something? She had a pet rat, or ferret that ended up using something to dig around with a tail-thing, and the pet ended up eating a beetle at the end of their rod.*

I don't remember the particular order of these dreams, especially since they're mainly fragments.

A few acquaintances of mine (that I've never seen before IRL) are sitting with me at this fair. The fair resembles Seattle's Hempfest (haha), and I can feel the warmth of the sun in the sky. We're camped next to some vendors on a blanket, and apparently we're intended to sell curly fries. I can remember the smell of the oil & ketchup. We had a some-what decent amount on a tray, but it looked too complicated to sell individually. Clever me decides to get up to the 'help-yourself' section of the fair where there's plastic sporks, butterknifes, napkins, etc. There are varying-sized trays, but I happen to pick a handful of these to distribute the curly fries.

Our neighboring vendors whom also appear to've situated themselves on a blanket get competitive with us, stealing some of our fries to put on their American-cut fries. My partner and I appear aggravated, but that's the extent of our anger.

Another dream was set in DayZ, some town north of Berenzino. It looked different to the ideal town, but the church was still there. Here I am, firing my mosin at either zombies or people, but I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my heart as I constantly ducked for cover. I was pretty geared up, too.

Eventually, I stepped into another dream where the building appeared more formal. Maybe even a government building. The ceilings were tall, with some sort of (blue?) flag draping down the wall. I made my way to the women's restroom, where for some God-awful reason they appear so odd in my dreams. The stalls were low, so everyone can see a 360 of the other stalls. Somehow, I end up peeing for a while 2 minutes where during the process, about 5 Asian males enter the restroom. They, just as confused as I was, look around as if they were lost.

At least it wasn't another high-school dream.

Once again, I was at high school. I don't remember exactly the order of these two dreams, but it makes sense when I organize it like this: being at basic training, the beds are incredibly unorganized and tiny, everyone's asleep except me, someone puts this purple/blue sheets over all of our beds despite so many covers, I say loudly, "it's already too hot", and people wake up to glare at me. Eventually I make way to school, everyone's looking at me like I'm not supposed to be here but I make way to the gym entrance (sort of). I remember having a thick pink form to give me consent on going to a music field trip, so I ask the music director to approve at the last minute. I think I might've forged it a bit, but he glances at it and says "don't worry, it's fine, you can go. The form was merely for ___ purposes." Relieved to go on an overseas trip with my school acquaintances, I join them on the opposite side of the building, still ending up at the gym? I see Ericka, we hug. I see Emily, we hug. We end up all walking to this bizarre area of the school where everything looks like an outdoor cubicle maze. (Or even from that old show Out of the Box). Navigating our way, I end up getting to my old engineering teachers classroom, only smaller, no desks, and simply his engineering printers. I ask him, "where are all the students?" Then I believe my alarm went off. I really need to fix it.

Someone left me a message, recommending this oriental restaurant. It followed the lines of: "Sam! Check out this restaurant at ____! They have the best ____! [Emoji emoji]!!!!" So, a friend and I went. The scenery looked like one of those stereotype Japanese booths where you sit at the counter to order your noodles. I ordered some sort of thick cut stir fry noodle with thick carrots, forgetting what my friend ordered. The chef/cashier man whom resembled Hattori Hanzo in his white uniform kept offering to "try this spring roll! Try this boeuf bourginon!" Eventually, I give in saying fine, and he gives me a spring roll with fries in a parchment bag? I also cave into him giving us these meat lumpia, despite me telling him I can't eat meat. Then I woke up, disappointed because I remembered the dream fries tasting extremely good.

Dreams before 4:45 - Once again, I was back at high school, (this time in the science department) where I found my way to my chemistry teachers class? I felt the urge to review some topics, but my surroundings were out of place. It was MY chemistry teacher giving the course but in the OTHER teachers classroom. Flipping open a book, I look behind the cover to find clearly written in cursive: E.L.G (Her full name was written). That's all I remember of this dream, but it amazed me to have knowledge of her full name, despite not speaking with her in a while.

There were other dreams between this period, but I cannot recollect them at the moment.

Returning to the high school with my sister, even when school has been released for the year, she has a key that opens Dewarja's science lab. The area was somewhat familiar to the back entrance to the science department but it more resembled a green-house, full with foliage. I questioned if my sister was telling the truth when she said she needed to be in there, but "whatever" I guess. We make our way in, the building being dark as we motion past the desks, until a little annoying dog (I believe a puggle) slips past the door into the building. Across the hall he went into a vending machine (I believe?), until we saw another teacher, Mead. She still looked like a toad, and had her coat & briefcase with her, implying she was here because she forgot something. The vending machine now turned into a photo-booth, with the dog yapping inside as he hid. Eventually, we make our way out with the dog following us. He followed us for a somewhat amount to the car, until the owner caught up trying to lure the dog back. I can hear the owner (Asian female) mumbling some rude slur behind us, thinking we stole her dog. Seeing that the dog obviously had more interest in us, I whistle over to him as we drive off.

I went back to high school, albeit the Seniors are gone due to early release. All of them are wearing white for some reason, and I'm catching the butt end of the day in my Jeep. The parking lot is different, and as I sit outside my vehicle a familiar blonde girl and her friends are nearby. I ask them, "why all the white?", to which they reply, "Senior white day." Confused and uncaring, I end up acting chaperone to Babs, Olivia, and some other girl I don't know. She was blonde? Maybe it was Desiree. Being normal me when I dream & drive, I nearly get most of us killed on the way there, shaking up Olivia & her friend by the time we arrive to her house. The neighborhood was a cul de sac, much foliage, and a red house. The stranger blonde too shooken up by my driving skills ended up staying at Olivia's house as Babs used her restroom. Maybe this is where I transition into the next dream? I'm not sure.

The earliest of this dream I can remember is a stranger all geared up, either standing on the opposite side of me or with me as he holds a weapon toward an olive bloused zombie. Somehow and eventually the zombie ends up biting my shoulder (with little blood), and the man end up killing the zombie after it also bites my sister in the ankle??? So I guess the zombie, my sister, and I end up on the ground, staring at the dark ceiling as the man and his crew decide what to do with us, thinking we're starting to turn into zombies. All of a sudden (God knows why?), there's a bright whitish/bluish light above us that somewhat gives us the opportunity to bolt, thinking "God wouldn't let the Winchesters turn into monsters!", because we must be the Winchester sisters... I believe I caught a glimpse of the light being a strong flashlight from a SWAT team. Soon, we made escape, climbing and parkouring our way out of roofs and the construction-like building, as a fairly large group of us run toward to road, motioning each other to take a portion of us to run across so they 'enemies' wouldn't see us. Going around the fenced corner, I continued to follow my friend, Ericka. Somehow I ended up on the ground to shelter from something, so she does the same as she's pressed up to me. Now for some God-awful reason, I started turning into a zombie. Either I decided to do this in my dream or I'm just plainly idiotic. Ericka managed to get away as I almost killed her, unlike her unfortunate black friend hiding under the fountain-thingy. I'm thinking other zombies showed up as to why I could only manage to tear apart her leg and everyone else got to eat the rest of my new black companion. Her body ended up at some locker that I managed to open, revealing an entires set of survival equipment that makes me think to my zombie self, "this would be really useful if I wasn't a zombie." (I forgot what the contents were, but most of which were camo.) Walking down a hill toward a gravel path that went into the woods, I started making noises that resembled the spitter in L4D2. The gravel trail really reminded me of that wood-line to Berenzino in DayZ. All of a sudden, poof, I ended up back in the group of survivors as a human. Someone decided to walk around the foresty-woods as we had a nostalgia trip to these red-bricked buildings. I forgot what they were reminded of.

And yes, I enjoy turning nouns into adjectives.

melatonin
This guy made a bet with all my gang friends that we couldn't beat him in a race. Especially since my car was "a piece of trash". My intention was to get first place and I kept my foot on the pedal the entire time. The thing was is that we were driving on an open road, where citizens occupied it. I drove calm and had fun while singing songs from the Inkspots. Near the end of it were these hills, and each time I went up one the car thrusted and I got some air. I got to the end and I guess I was first. The boss that was racing with the other team said that it wasn't fair and he wanted to race me again. I accepted and then I think the cops came. This dream was probably from watching Death Race.
I was Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls and we were soaring over these buildings at night. We were all searching for MoJoJoJo I think. Once I found his lair it ended up as a trap. I didn't panic and for some reason I was holding a thread, or a piece of hair or something which led the other girls to find me. This dream was from watching children shows too much...
Everyone was chained up to these torture devices where there was a computer in front of us in which we sort of controlled how bad it hurt us. I was watching as everyone was screaming and fondling with it. There was a suction cup around my face of some sort and I didn't know what it was doing. Later on for some reason I spawned somewhere else. There were bullets spraying everywhere and when I got to the end I ended up seeing one of my teammates in the torture computer thing. I attempted to tell him how to get out of it. I said that when the suction extrudes from your face, stick your hands in front of the hole. The pressure began to tear apart the device but I didn't see was happened next. This was still the same dream and I saw that I was on top of other people stacked up looking at a giant billboard. There were pictures of people in civilian mode sadly standing there. I guess it was my job to spray this sort of paint onto them and make the picture people looking like business-ethic people.*