non-lucid

Hard to describe, but the other night (I'm posting this a day late because I worked a 20 hour weekend and still trying to catch up) I dreamt that I was outside someplace, and this creepy guy moved past me very quickly, then turned and looked at me with this mischievous, yet victorious expression. He said, "You probably didn't feel it, but I just took this razor blade, and cut your urethra. Just a tiny slice around the perimeter of the opening." He was right, I felt no pain whatsoever, but whenever I went to the bathroom and wiped, there would be little traces of blood, as well as spots of blood in my underwear. I remember having to explain to Danny what happened, because the blood was worrying him.

Weird lucid dream last night. I woke up in the bed of a really pretty hotel room, so I became lucid right away. I got out of the bed, and it felt soooo real. In fact, the comforter felt so much like mine that I had to stop and look around again and make sure I wasn't in my room. As soon as I started walking around, my legs started giving me trouble. And the already poorly lit room was getting worse. So I looked at my hands for a bit and that fixed things. I started pacing around, trying to remember what I wanted to do. I opted for the advanced lucid task. Once I remembered that, my legs got weird again, so I looked at my hands again and all was well again. I went to the balcony of the hotel room and noticed that I was about 30 floors up. So instead of finding a way to leave the hotel and jumping into my book of choice (Harry Potter, Sorcerer's Stone), I opted to stay in the room and see if I could bring the story to me. I immediately heard a knock at the door. My vision started getting weird again, so I looked in a mirror. I didn't look like me, but I looked really cool! Young, with long, smooth black hair. I went to the door and opened it, and there was Severus Snape! But he looked to be about 18. I thought, "Wrong book, wrong chapter.. oh well." I let him in and we started messing around, all the while thinking to myself "Bye bye advanced task". Then I started to go blind in my left eye again (what is this, honestly?), I looked at my hands again, then everything blacked out. But I didn't wake up, I could tell I was still in the dream. So I clapped my hands, stomped my feet, and shouted "More Lucidity God Damnit!" and the lights came back on. No more blindness either. I resumed making out with the wizard then woke up.

I know it doesn't count as the advanced task, but at least I got one character out of the story

Then some non lucid fragments:

1. Putting on peacock colored eyeshadow

2. A bike race in college, Clairsky and Bethany were there, helping me with the bike and how to check air pressure. It was my birthday and Clairsky helped me carry roses and presents from my mom up the stairs. My bike lost a tire and work buddies tried to find me a new one. We had a really weird vacuum for our dorm room too, shaped like a big box on wheels that you just rolled around the floor. My brother Brett was trying to trade me for his crappy one.

3. Trying to go up the down escalator at an airport, carrying alot of boxes. Was really hard, I kept tripping. I also had a book and Elijah Woods said I could have gotten it cheaper on amazon.com. I didn't care, it was what was IN the book that was important (I don't remember what was IN the book).

4. I was sweeping alot of dried mud off a highway and I was really mad about something.

What I lacked last night in lucids, I made up for in real life with some home-made soft goat cheese (I'll post pics in the food thread).


Anyhow, some fragments:

1. I heard a kitten cry and it was raining outside. It was a roughly 4 month old black kitten, with a collar and a tag, but the tag said "UPC" or "CBS" or some nonsense. I decided to keep him until I could find the owners. He was really sweet and cuddly to me, but an ornery little shit to everyone else.

2. Some folks went on a trek in the jungle to study bears. Everyone got to leave with their own baby black bear. I told the jungle trek leader that I felt this was a really bad idea. He said don't worry, about the time folks couldn't handle their bear, a helicopter would be sent for each one. I didn't think that was very funny at all.

3. A girl was being held captive by the French woman from LOST near that same jungle. Oh yeah, there was the same river in both dreams. Anyway, the girl had a key to her handcuffs hidden inside a half an avocado she was eating. She made it to the river and saw the french woman. It seems like the dream looped back to the one with the bears, but I'm not sure.


GREEN is supposed to be a new reality check for me, hence all the green bold words. Just FYI.

Me and that kid from Terminator 2 (Edward Furlong), although grown up now, were in the basement of a large underground house, trying to get out. There was talk of zombies, or the dead, or something along those lines. We began bumping into other people, also trying to get out. Fortunately, one of the windows let in a sliver of sunlight, so me and Ed looked out that window. What we saw is difficult to describe: we could see out of it, but it was hard to see the sky. The house seemed to be surrounded by an orb of thick, translucent goo. It was blueish, as if it was reflecting/refracting/whatever the blue sky and some sunlight. Orbiting near the inside edge of the goo orb were hundreds of dead bodies. They had escaped the house but couldn't escape the goo. Suddenly the window broke, and the basement began filling up with the goo. It poured through the broken window, immediately knocking poor Ed down. I just stood where I was, resigned to the notion that I was about to drown, and join the circling party of death-by-goo. The room filled up quickly, and it made everything look cold and blue. I held my breath, and looked to my right. There was an overweight guy, that I remember was also a kind person, looking resigned to death as well. I reached out my hand to his and he grabbed it; I remember thinking, that at least before I died, I wanted some kind of caring, intimate contact. Very sad moment. Then a weird thing happened: I suddenly became aware that I could breathe. No sooner had I become aware of that fact, I heard a director yell, "CUT!! That's a wrap folks!" and the room was instantly drained of the goo. I looked around for a second like "What the HE-" and I woke up.

Trippyyyyyy

That guy with one of those food shows, either on travel channel or foodnetwork, I can't remember. But he's a smarmy looking bastard. [edit] It was Troy Johnson from CRAVE [/edit] He was in my dream last night and he was trying to bag me I guess. He just kept hanging around me all day while I was practicing my music. I'm thinking that I was going for the opera thing again, I was at the piano, (in a huge gorgeous, albeit dark house that resembled the one from The Others), working on "Dove Sono" from Le Nozze di Figaro. He was doing and saying all the right things, being complimentary and attentive, but I knew what he wanted. Finally I said I had to go, or he needed to go, can't remember which. So he used the "bye now" as an opportunity to give me a bye-bye hug. I thought I'd just be nice and do the hug, but he went in for two smooches. Felt goooooooooooooooooooood, but I refused to be drawn into the evil web of the smarmy 'bad boy.' So I pushed him away with a firm 'fuck off', and was thankful my boyfriend hadn't walked in on that shit (see guys, when chics grow up, they don't go for that shit anymore, even if it feels good). Woke up.

Had another dream about traveling in an RV, and sleeping in a driveway, but, ehh.

The other night I dreamed that there was a ghost living under my son's bed. It was trying to take him. There was this paranormal vortex under the bed that the ghost was trying to pull him through. I don't know what was causing it to fail. All I remember was that my mom was the only one who could see the actual ghost. She said that at night, she could see these wispy, smoke-like hands coming out from under the bed, grasping my son's ankles and throat. Nothing happened, as if the ghost's appendages lacked the corporeal matter to do any harm. At any rate, I wanted to see this for myself. So I took a picture with my digital camera the next time my mom saw the ghost. Sure enough, you could see the hands grabbing at my son. I was so scared, but I remember having this feeling of anger and bravery overwhelming me. I ran to my son's bed and beat at the air surrounding it, until I could feel a swift breeze sweeping under the bed as fast as it could go. I crawled under the bed, screaming at the creature, and sweeping my hands over the floor. I could feel a strong suction, like there was a passage to another dimension under the bed. Then I woke up.

Creepy.

I've been watching too much LOST and WALKING DEAD. This dream was a combo of sorts. Sadly, non-lucid, but I blame the horrible thunderstorm we had last night through this morning.

The whole dream was pretty much me watching it. I wasn't a part of it at all until the end. The pretty brunette from LOST was basically the star, and the rest were random DCs. It was one of those furture dystopias where most of the human population had turned to zombies. Brunette, and her father, a doctor, had taken refuge with a handful of others in a cave, high up on a mountain. There was a trailer further down, that served as kind of a lookout post, and a medical supply storage. Brunette was talking with this one dude in the trailer, and he said he loved her. But she didn't love him. He grabbed her and tried to kiss her anyway, but she pushed him away really hard. Then something weird happened: somehow, the rejection was so intense for him, he developed an aneurism. But this aneurism was special, of course. It protruded from his temple; a softball sized mass of throbbing bloodvessels could be seen just under the skin. Also, half of his brain unraveled and fell out of the back of his skull like a dangling mass of intestines. Hehe, poor dude. That's what my subconscious will do to you if you mess with chicks. Anyway, brunette called her father to help. Father said he needed some more supplies to help the guy. Guy was unconscious and lying on a cot in the trailer. Brunette grabbed a friend of hers and went down the mountain on a 10-speed bike to find a respirator and ampules of whatever nonsense was needed to help Guy.

Brunette and Friend arrived at a car dealership, where the Owner had somehow managed to recluse himself there without getting discovered by zombies. He was very obsessed with his cars, and couldn't bear to leave the dealership. Apparently he had the stuff they needed. Owner wouldn't part with the stuff without something in return. Somehow, Brunette had the only key to a brown Volkswagen beetle that was his favorite. Brunette said he could have the key for 1 minute, start the engine, and feel like he was racing or something. He agreed. After 60 seconds of making vroom vroom noises, the girls left with the needed supplies.

They raced back up the mountain on the 10-speed. They had to be back at the cave by 7pm because, no matter who was in or out, they closed the opening. They were almost back, but they rounded the last turn too sharp and fell off the side of the mountain. The bike and supplies fell down about 50 feet, but the girls managed to cling to some rock. They looked down and noticed the equipment wasn't damaged, only a few ampules broke. They were about to go get it, when they saw these 2 little blond girls, who looked like sisters, playing on the road where the stuff fell. "Where did you two come from?" "We live in the mountain, just there." The blondes pointed to this giant opening in the side of the mountain. The Brunettes climbed down, and looked inside. It was a HUGE warehouse full of food and supplies, neatly stacked to the ceiling. There were lots of well kept people there, moving stuff around and cleaning up. The blondes invited the brunettes in. The Brunettes said they had to hurry and deliver the medical supplies before 7pm. "What time do you guys keep your door open at night?" "4am." "Cool!"

The Brunettes returned to the giant warehouse just after successfully delivering the supplies to the doctor. The Brunettes went inside, and just beyond the warehouse, was a mansion, carved out from deep inside the mountain. People lived there, reading by the light of beautiful lamps, lounging around on opulent, antique furniture. One of the guys was young, looked like he could be from Egypt, and really really cute. I suddenly became the Brunette, and got to make out with him. So the next day, we took Egypt to the trailer to check on Guy, We hung out there, keeping watch for zombies until he got better. It was high dessert, so the nights were freezing cold. We all sat on top of the trailer, keeping watch. I wondered if it would be safe to light a fire up there, I was so cold.

That's all I remember. I never saw any actual zombies. There was just always this eminent fear that one would round the corner, just past the trailer. Oh yeah, one night before all the drama, Brunette almost didn't return in time. Doctor was closing the hatch, but she showed up just in time. It was a mega panic moment.

Woohoo, broke my dry spell!! Well, sorta. They were brief, mini-lucids. But I credit lower stress and better sleep to my new health regimen. As usual, it was after 7am when I got Chris back to school, and I went back to sleep to try to DEILD. The supplements were making me a little to awake, so I wasn't sure if I could get back to sleep but I finally did.

Three times in a row I went to sleep and never lost awareness. They weren't even DEILDs this time, just a bunch of mini-WILDS. After a loong WBTB (sorry for all the acronyms, I've been studying ). So each time, I opened my eyes in bed, and realized immediately I was lucid. So I hopped out of bed, and went immediately to the bedroom door to begin my journey. But I felt sooo sluggish. I couldn't even open one of my eyes. Before I could even get to the door, my lucidity faded back to awakeness. Really smooth transitions though. It happened 2 more times, and each time I tried to get to the door faster, push through the sluggishness harder, but same ending. I realized well after I woke up, that I should have done the opposite: relaxed, look at my hands, slowly go to the mirror. Oh yeah, in one of them I looked in the mirror on our dresser, but it was too dark to see my face. Oh well, I'm happy nevertheless. I had some FAs too, where I though my cell was vibrating, and I kept checking the time.

Anyway, in the non-lucid, it was present day, but we all lived with my parents, along with my childhood best friend's older brother, Michael. Only he was still a teenager. He was living with us because (just like IRL), he was getting into alot of trouble. Even been in jail. The weird thing though, oh yeah, besides the fact that I was pregnant again and due any minute, was the fact that the last time Michael had gone to jail, some kid karate chopped a thick nerve on the back of his neck. You could actually see it (looked more like a tendon), broken under the skin. This severed nerve caused a phobia of the dark for him. Long story short, my mom and Danny's kids took Michael to the hospital to get the nerve fixed, while my step-dad and Chris stayed to take me to the hospital in case I went into labor. The last part of the dream was me fighting with my son, Chris. I was calling him over to tell him thank you for deciding to be one of the ones to stay with me. But he was being a tool. He finally walked over to me, but I gave him the hand. "No no, nevermind. I was just going to thank you for staying." "But mom.." "NEVERMIND." "Waaah."

The End.

I just remember dreaming about being at an airport, and not wanting to go where I was going.

I have airport dreams ALOT. They are usually not pleasant. Usually I'm late, or lost, or lost my luggage, or lost someone. Once I dreamed that I lost my son at the airport. I had the stroller but it was empty. Horrible! I need to do RCs since I fly alot anyway.

1. These 2 ladies were knocking at my door, looking all irritated with me because they were in a hurry to get inside. Dumb me let them in (they were soooo rude), and they each carried a crockpot to the kitchen table. One pot had some cooked chicken bites, and the other one had green beans. Basically they were welling their own brand of all natural canned foods with no preservatives. One lady shoved a forkfull of beans in my mouth, and I had to agree, they didn't taste like they came out of a can. I was about to try the chicken, and contemplating actually buying some, when the dream changed.

2. I had to repair a cake at work. It was supposed to either be a nativity scene, or a beach scene. Whoever had started the cake, made the whole thing with blue icing, and built a fondant structure on top that was shaped like a pentagon. I had to whip up some more buttercream first, and while that was going, I thought I could make a pretty good beach scene. If I got some rainbow colored buttercream going, I figured I could make the pentagon structure look like a beach umbrella. I woke up from that dream after they put a bunch of ladders up at work in place of the stairs, and I kept falling from them.

I had another baby. A little girl with perfect peaches and cream skin and blue eyes, really petite (not premature). I remember breast-feeding her, and it was such a cute bonding moment. (UGH is just started raining harder IRL, I'm putting this here so when I reread my post I'll remember to turn on the pump). She was a ridiculously smart baby, or advanced, or magic or something, because after 2 days, she was able to getup and follow me out of the room because she wanted to be near me. And she started talking back to Danny. We were like WTF.

Later in the dream, it turned out Voldemort abducted her because of her skills or whatever. I was inconsolable, save for the fact that we had actually had ANOTHER baby, right before the little girl. But because he was a boy and didn't have pretty blue eyes, I had put him in a little magical marble bag and forgot about him, until the girl got abducted. So I took him out of the bag, and pondered magically altering his eye color. I decided to love him just as he was anyway.

Lol, isn't that awful?!

I had some other dreams earlier in the night but I forgot them.

Two days ago, the dogs in the bed thing.

Yesterday, the one with the back account balance changing.

I'm too ticked off at my subconscious to add more.

WOULD have had some LDs maybe, but the AT&T guy knocked at our door. FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Anyway, the only dreams I remember were fragments. 1.) Something about another location for Gold's Gym and LaAzteca. 2.) I had some potted tomato plants in my cupboard that were forgotten. Then me and Danny discovered them and they were covered in unripened tomatoes, all sizes. I thought, we should put them in the sun now so they can ripen and turn red. But Danny said we should leave them be since they're doing so well where they were. Then suddenly the assistant manager of the bakery where I work, Brian, suggested we put them in the garage. It gets alot of sunlight, and he had this big clear plastic lid he said we could use to put over it. It looked like the plastic cover for our chocolate tempering machine at work. Brian said "It's just like when you're making chicken."

That's when the guy knocked on the door. Chicken. Really? Tell me I wouldn't have become lucid soon after that. Motherfucker.

No lucids last night, I'm kinda shocked. Because I got the right amount of sleep, no diphenhydramine, and I had one of those moments in the dream where I usually become lucid, but didn't.

I dreamt that me and Margaret (a former boss of mine, who ended up become a big time druggie, in and out of rehab in real life) were both in an unusual new rehab program. I can't remember exactly how it worked, but I remember one of the former clients (who ended up being Kyle, one of my current coworker's husband), gave me a tour of sorts. He led me to a house that I could live in. Actually, he and I would share it. Nice place, pretty neighborhood. Then we walked about a mile down the street to a building, which ended up being the the Whole Foods I used to work at. Then Kyle explained to me that as long as I live in this house, and work just 25 hours a week at this Whole Foods, I could stay in the program. And I would get a stipend and some other benefits. It just all sounded so good, and simple, and comfortable. So when we walked back to the house, we were holding hands. It just didn't really dawn on me yet that Danny is my boyfriend, and that I'm holding hands with Kyle, Gabi's husband. I just remember feeling like we were in love and everything was going to be ok. Then we got in a car and he was talking about going to church next sunday, and I remember not wanting to hurt his feelings by telling him that I'm actually atheist. Then I realized, oh god, this is Kyle! I looked at him and said, "I hate to bring this up now Kyle, but what about Gabi?" He looked disturbed, then gave me a reassuring kiss and said something that I forgot. When we broke the kiss, he looked like Danny. Note: usually when I have one of those realizations in a dream, I become lucid. Crap.

Then it changed to the alien dream. Also non lucid, but kinda cool! I only remember fragments, but the biggest part I remember was these futuristic aliens with amazing technology (but looked exactly like humans) had selected a few of us mere earthlings for some important mission. I forgot the mission, and who the other people were besides me. But I remember we had to go to Paris, France, and there was this vehicle waiting for us that we had to fly. We got a message from the aliens in Paris, and they explained the location of the vehicle using one of those holographic messages like they do in star wars. It showed the Eiffel Tower, and high above it in the clouds, hovered a small craft. It looked nothing more than a shiny platform with some small side wings and a tiny cockpit. Only we could see it, it was cloaked to everyone else. I don't remember how we got on it, I just remember looking straight up into the sky when we got to the tower, and I could see it, twinkling in the sunlight. Then we were on it, and it zoomed us to italy where me met up with our alien contacts. I only saw one, and she looked like a brunette model. I asked her if, given all their technology, they had cured aids or cancer. She said no, unfortunately. That's all I remember. Cool spacecraft, and yay, France and Italy!

No lucids or FAs or anything cool at all. I really screwed up my sleep. I was up until 3am. Slept until 7am. Walked my son to school in the cold, windy rain. Went back to bed but couldn't sleep until maybe 9:30 or 10. Got up a 1pm.

Had a dream about some people I used to know. I can't even be bothered right now to go into detail.

What really sucks is the next 3 days I work 10 hour shifts. I have to take my sleep aid for those days because of my insomnia, which means NO dreams whatsoever. But I get paid good so it's worth it.

See y'all in a few days!!