non-lucid

After having (or remembering) four dreams that night, I thought I could take advantage of the following, longer REM periods and try out the WILD technique. But eventually I got scared by the thought of sleep paralysis and directed my thoughts to something else – the film “The Avengers” – to calm down. And this affected my next dream.

#005 | Meeting Thor | In the city | Day | Long

“MOVE! Everyone, get out of my way!”
A loud voice brought me back from my daydream. I was sitting alone in a lively street café and just finishing my sundae, as Thor (or rather: Chris Hemsworth dressed as Thor and acting like him, too), passed by – looking rather displeased. A bunch of noisy people followed him, and they got more as the people from the café noticed this special guest, got excited or curious and approached him, too. Thor, being visibly annoyed by that and feeling very uncomfortable with the situation, pushed them out of his way harshly. For a second there, I smirked because I’ve had to admit I was slightly amused by that - but also very angry at this man for threatening these people so roughly. I stood up from my seat as Thor was coming near and at the moment he glared at me I gathered my courade to confront him.
“HEY!”
He stopped (as well as the crowd) and looked kind of puzzled for the source of this call. “I’m here.” I remarked. Thor gave me a confused look, followed by a displeased one. “What?! I don’t have time for your-“ - “You’re threatening these folks pretty gruffly.” You could hear some whispers in the crowd. I didn’t really know what to say and felt incredibly stupid, but I just had to do something. “What?” – “See… I get it, you’re some sort of celebrity, but that doesn’t give you the right of being rude.” He came near, and seeing his huge guise I tried to back away from him, but my curiosity held me fixed at the point I was standing. He lowered his voice. “Look, all I want is some peace and quiet. But now I can’t go anywhere… since even more people seem to recognize me every day.” He sounded frustrated. So he didn’t want any harm, he was just feeling uncomfortable, I thought. My precious little thing. I internally shook my head. Did I just call this enormous creature “my precious little thing”? Geez, being a fangirl and a normal person at the same time is hard. “Okay… I’ll count to three.” He didn’t seem to understand me. “One…” But I couldn’t explain it in front of the crowd. “Two…” He and the people looked tense, because no one knew what was going on with this weird girl starting to count loudly. “Three!”
I grabbed his hand and began to dash towards a sideway, which was located right next to the main street. The people must’ve thought we’re heading towards the latter and went that way as we escaped from them. After a short chase scene I stopped and waited quietly to see if anyone was still following us. No one did and I finally was able to relax, leaning on the wall and gasping for air. Thor seemed to be completely fine and asked me if I was okay. “Me? Yeah, I’m fine. I’m fine…” He smiled and thanked me. After catching my breath I asked him what he was doing here (on earth). He replied that he wanted to look after the humans and the earth, but eventually got caught up in a whirlwind of activity, since a lot of people started to recognize and pursue him. I chuckled and told him that it’s because of a new piece of art called movie which tells the people a bit of the story surrounding him and Loki, his brother. “People enjoy this piece of art and talk about it, so they recognize you right away and want to talk to you out of admiration, I think.” – “Ah, I see…” He looked somewhat gloomy. “You were right. I was really inconsiderate.” I snickered and told him that it’s alright, and that they’ve probably already forgiven him. Then I invited him to go for a stroll down a more tranquil road.

Aaand~ I forgot what happened after that, again. In my DJ notes I speak of “classmates who are standing on the pavement and making fun of Thor”, an “adventure”, “Thor cleaning his hands with my sleeves”, the number “105” and “me and [one of my best IRL friends] gaining a lot of EXP”. If I can eventually make out what happened, I will edit this DJ entry.

Oh! I just remembered another scene. My classmates thanked me, my clothes were quite dirty and one of my friends (whom I look up to) dragged me to the side and praised me. She told me I proved to be a really great person and that everyone should be proud of me for doing what I did.
That was, or still is, such a nice dream memory! (Especially since I don’t have a lot of self-confidence and this boosted it. Kind of.) Plus, it gave me an example for how dreams can affect the attitude and thoughts of a person positively.
(But now I really want to know what I've done...)

#004 | Yoghurt with Cereals | School | Day (Morning) | Medium

Okay, this one is a little bit stranger than usual.
I was sitting in religion class and while we were watching a film (I think it was “The Bucket List”?) I ate yoghurt with cereals and banana bits. Then my teacher came up to me and handed me a sheet of paper, which seemed to be the latest exam I’ve written. On top of the paper stood the verbal and written score I got in this subject. I got a 4 (D) for my test and a 5-6 (something like F) for my behaviour (…which is unusual, because I usually get A’s in both). There were additional notes on my behaviour which said that I would always sleep and not pay attention in class. (Wrong.) Oddly enough, this didn’t upset me at all and I took the sheet of paper as an underlay for my dish of yoghurt and continued eating. My teacher went out of the classroom, whereupon I stopped eating, leaving a rest of yoghurt, cereals and bananas in my bowl. I took out a bottle of fizzy water, opened it and started pouring it into my bowl. I examined the way the yoghurt, cereals and bananas interacted with the water. Then my teacher came back, revealing that he was hiding in the doorway to observe what his students would do if he went away. He stared at me and I stared back, wondering if it might’ve been a mistake pouring that water in the bowl, since I was supposed to watch the film. Then some other stuff happened, which I don’t quite remember… it had something to do with the teacher having a second job and therefore me meeting him at the station but other than that I really don’t remember anything.

#003 | A Terrible Ensemble | Parking at School | Day | Short-Medium

I strolled around the parking lot of our school with Mary (a good friend of mine), when I got the spontaneous idea of performing Godot’s theme from the Phoenix Wright games (see below) with a mini-orchestra right on the spot. (I should remark that Mary often plays that piece on the piano when I’m with her and that it’s one of our favourites.)
Okay, so… I gathered some pupils from the school grounds (which are right next to the parking) and gave each of them an instrument (such as drums, strings, etc…). I don’t know where I got them; I assume they just turned up when I needed them. Also, a piano emerged in the middle of the road. Then I started handing out songbooks, which had also appeared out of nowhere. I took my saxophone (I’ve never played saxophone before, just so you know. So this is pretty unusual.), counted to three and everyone began playing at once and terribly wrong. Except for Mary. But you couldn’t her play because of the boisterous noises the other people (including me) made.



After realizing that this couldn’t work out since no one was able to play those instruments, I was desperate to get them to stop. But my voice was too soft, so Mary harshly yelled “STOP!” instead and everything went quiet. The people slowly disappeared and the instruments vanished – except for my saxophone. Exhausted and also kind of disappointed I took my instrument, gazed at it and leaned on a parked car. Mary approached me and we started talking.
“I guess we all make a terrible ensemble.”, she said while giving me a soothing look. “Yeah. That was a stupid idea…” I sighed. “Let me see…” She picked up a few songbooks which were still lying around. “No wonder! Look, this one got the wrong chords in it and that person got the wrong page.” She showed me the books and giggled. “Plus, none of us can really play any instruments, so that probably was what caused this chaos to begin with.” I smiled, too. “Well, maybe next time it’ll work out. Until then we just have to practice a lot!” We both started laughing (not sure why).
But then something distracted me. First, there was a bee flying around and since I don’t really like bees (or anything with a sting, really.) I avoided it, leaning myself further on the car. After a while it flew away leaving me being able to relax again. But once more, a fly came to bother me and as I tried to shoo it away I touched it and woke up.

#002 | The Mentally Disabled | a nursing home | Day | Short-Medium

Okay, a bit of background information here:
Yesterday, some guys from my confirmation class and I went to a special nursing home for old and mentally disabled people. It was really interesting talking to them (or at least trying to do so) and I learned quite a few things regarding the contact with those people.
My dream wasn’t really different from what I was doing that day… in fact, a lot of things reoccurred. I talked to some people I met that day, but I don’t remember the exact conversations. Later, we went for a walk. (Well, I pushed their wheelchairs; we talked and looked at the nature.) Together, we visited a little farm (which we also had visited the time I was there for real) and looked at the rabbits and horses. An older women was nearly crying out of happiness when I caught one of the rabbits (it was the white and caramel-coloured one I also had seen yesterday) and handed it to her so she could pet it. When we got back I played a board game, which I think is called “Ludo” in English, with an elderly gentleman. Then the doctor came for their daily examination and we had to go. And that’s when the dream ended.

After I woke up I did a quick reality check which proved to be redundant and scribbled down some notes regarding my previous two dreams. Then I went back to sleep.

So… apparently my first task in order to learn lucid dreaming is to improve my dream recall - this is the main reason this journal here exists. So when I went to sleep yesterday, I told myself several times to remember my following dreams.
And, well… it worked! In fact, I (more or less) remembered six dreams!

#001 | The Aerodrome Volcano | At the airport | Night | Very Short

My first dream this night was probably influenced by me looking out of the window and observing the planes flying by shortly before I fell asleep. I found myself standing behind a giant iron grid which surrounded an airport. The airport building was located to my left, but I didn’t pay a lot of attention to it, since my eyes were fixed on the area right in front of me. At the back stood a large control tower probably sending signals to the approaching planes – as it was blinking red. Actually, I noticed a lot of lights blinking everywhere, but they didn’t catch my attention since they glowed pretty dim. There were also a few planes and cars standing or driving around, but no people in sight… though it seemed to be quite lively.
Suddenly, when the second and third planes were trying to land, the ground began to stagger. Not the realm where I was standing, but the airport area. Then, slowly the cars and planes started melting into that ground, which was also gradually becoming liquid. The felt air temperature rose and it seemed like the aerodrome in front of me was on the verge of becoming a volcano. The other planes nosedived into the ground and then melted, too, whereupon I woke up.

After waking up I felt incredibly tired and fell asleep again after a few minutes – leading to the next dream.