12.12.2015Alarm Prevents Me From Trying Out Some Toys (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was actually going to attempt 12 hours of image streaming before thinking that 30, or so minutes of it was more than enough, and that I could always do it on my next day off. Fortunately, the image streaming session beforehand proved to be advantageous in remembering some dreams. So I’m doing some grocery shopping, but not sure who for in particular; maybe just myself, but later on in the dream, it probably was for a relative, or even one of the co-workers I was trying to image stream in being with. Whatever the case, I remember that I’m finish with the shopping, and I have a huge paper bag with some vegetables on top; your stereotypical visual cue of produce being bought along with some random items underneath. The size of the vegetables were a bit larger than they should be, but I had a one track mind towards something else-finding the near XXX store to buy a sex toy for myself. I eventually stored the paper bag filled with items inside of a car that was probably white, but fairly old (in the 2000s, or even 1998), and proceeded to casually zone around the area. It’s an evening setting, but it really feels like it’s 2AM, or something. There’s streetlights around, but they’re emitting a faded white light, and this misty aura that’s shaped like a cone penetrating the ground. The ground itself-side walk and all, consists of a melange of blue and gray colors, and by looking at that, it has this chalky, semi-realistic vibe to it. I eventually reach a section of the area that looks like it could sell sex toys, but the layout looks weird. You get the impression that whoever owns the store is about to move out, or that they’re sold out, and probably needed to stock for the next day. I go ahead and open the glass door anyway. Inside of the store, the walls are light brown, and the milky, yellow lights make it more caramel. The flooring is a generic white checkered pattern, and to the right of me is a Caucasian male. He’s wearing a gray hoodie with the hoodie resting on his back, some brown pants, and a generic cool colored shirt. He has light, caramel hair, but he could have dirty blonde as well, and based on certain features of his visage, he looks like he could have originated in the East. I wanted to feel that his overall clothing scheme would be shady, but honestly, I’m not surprised based on what the shop was in general. I go up to him, and started to get down to business. I first had apprehensions on this people a XXX store, but he clarified things to me in vague ways, almost as if he’s trying to have external ears deter away from that probability, I think. He turns to the right, and I promptly follow him, and wondered how we’re going to pass through this brown wall that will clearly make him face plant into it. Then, a concealed door opens, and I hear this futuristic Zwooomp sound for a few seconds, and became even more confused. It felt like this guy was over playing it in hiding the real intent of the shop. I continue to follow him upstairs for a bit, and there’s this bright, white light above us. When we reached the apex, I noticed this grandiose area that’s covered in white. There’s some white tables stacked in rows along with some white metal fold-able chairs that are spaced out about two feet from each other. There’s all sorts of dream characters, but the ones that I can remember at the moment was this Asian female that looks like she’s in hear early thirties that’s wearing a white dress shirt that’s tucked in nicely into a faded black skirt that accentuates the contours of her thighs, and ends a few inches above her knee. She looks like Lucy Liu, and she has a hairstyle akin to the one Jady Nguyen had in Hitman: Absolution. She’s handing papers to everyone that seems to be in the building, including me. I look at the paper for a moment, and noticed that there’s nothing of sexual connotations whatsoever. It looks more like complicated math formulas, and some scientific context thrown in there for good measure. I’m confused once more, but I continue to follow the guy around, as this is probably his second layer of hiding the fact that he owns a XXX store. This still seems like he’s over-playing it, especially when there shouldn’t be anything to hide in this dream. I could’ve said that this is only a dream, but I couldn’t be bothered with opening Pandora’s Box that comes with the reactivity levels of said dream characters. I had a feeling he was talking to me, but it was filtered out as background noise for a few seconds while I was processing the general layout, and more of the dream characters. I noticed a second dream character looks like one of my co-workers. She’s of dark complexion, has her black hair tied in a hair bun, and her visage really looks like it’s fleshed out with barely any noticeable nuances to it. She’s looking at me, which feels awkward, and she has the demeanor that she’s out for some toys as well, but we just dart our eyes somewhere random in space. I think she’s participating in the pseudo class being set up, when she’s probably trying to get more information on toys in general. I follow the guy, and get a little impatient, and started to ask if he had any toys for sale. He magically pops out like three Flesh-lights-one green, one blue, and a black one. He makes me privy to the function of each one. The blue one seems to have vibrations set up along with some ring that fluctuates horizontally, which seems to imply that it sets certain amounts of pressure if you put your rod in it. The green one seemed to be alien related, I think, and the black one was just your generic Flesh-light. They looked like actual flashlights from the base, and smaller than the actual Flesh-lights. I asked him how much each of them would cost, and he starts throwing out figures like $49.95, $59.95, and $XX-95, and he literally just hands me all three of them. I ask him more questions as to why he’s handing me them all at once, and he states that I can go ahead and try them out before I buy. Then I started to question if these things were used, and how the packaging for each entailed of Bubble Wrap. Then again, he took it out of a large box, but I was kind of concerned on whether or not there was a metal rod in each of them in the first place. Started to reconcile that it’s just a dream subconsciously, and thanked the guy. Now, I had to dart out of this place, and then realized that it’s fairly late in the night. I look at my phone, and noticed that it’s 11:02PM at the moment. I realized I probably would have caused moments of consternation for whoever I was supposed to bring the paper bag of groceries to. So, I utilized my phone, and wanted to text them that I’ll be back soon in about 30 minutes or so. First, it started out with “BRT in XX minutes,” but when I rejected this for something else, the moment I was about to send it to them, the phone in waking life sets off the alarm. UGHHHH! _________________________ 12.12.2015Typing Tags To Recall Previous Dream (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID When the alarm rings for the dream before, I believe I woke up in waking life, or so it seems. I think another alarm rang for the actual time, and the dream itself was just a false awakening. I can feel myself feeling tired and groggy, and trying to gain mental fortitude to attempt a WBTB seemed so difficult for me inspite of sleeping very early (around 8-9PM). I'm waving my hands over, and realized that my phone should be located on the floor. I somehow have a notepad app that I took the liberty of typing down some quick tags for the previous dream I had with the shop in order to remember some of the content, and expound on it later on. Once I finished, I went back to sleep. Dang it. _________________________ 12.12.2015At Tennis Courts Without Tennis Attire (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m inside of a school facility, and it looks like it could be a High School. There was a class that I was in, but I can’t recall too much of the events other than seeing a Caucasian female about to sit next to me that’s wearing a gray shirt, and a white hoodie on top along with generic skinny, blue jeans. Then the bell rings, and I felt a little apprehensive, and figured there had to be one more period to attend. It turns out, based on the professions of an Asian male that looks exactly like an Asian Jon I used to know in real life, there’s only 7 periods, and the rest is up to the person to revel in extracurricular activities. I told him how awesome that is, and I wanted to attend tennis practice, even though I didn’t have a racket. I was so caught in the moment that I went to the tennis courts only to see that they’re occupied at the moment. Some are red courts, and others are green courts, and there’s a mixed race of people. I see an elderly man with a dark complexion wearing a white shirt, cap, and maroon colored sports shorts. He’s wearing sunglasses as well with a small silver necklace. I don’t know what he’s doing, but it seems like he could be warming up. The other people are just people about my age, or in their early teens rallying with each other. I pass through one of the courts, saw that they were looking at me and waiting before they presumed their rallying, and I felt odd being here at the moment in my current attire. I had plans to buy a racket pretty soon, but didn’t really think about just fabricating one along with a sports attire. I’m in pursuit of a racket, clothes, and shoes to go along with it for the rest of the dream.
07.21.2012Kicked in the Chest (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside of a house, and there's a beautiful dark skinned woman. She's wearing an orange shirt long sports pants, but they are so baggy, she most likely was wearing them to hide her actual curves. I was trying to be nice to her, but when I got closer to her, her face turns from normal to pissed off within a matter of seconds. I believe she kicks me in the chest and mouths me off, and I'm just resting there on the floor wondering what I did wrong. The dream resets, and I see her again, and it takes a few resets in order for her to calm down. When I meet her one more time, I told her quickly that I wasn't going to do anything sexual to her at all. She looks at me carefully, but she finally turns around and doesn't consider trying to hurt me again. She was so beautiful though that it was very hard trying to refrain from being sexual around her. It's like she had a strong sexual aura all over, and it started to become torture for myself if I continued to be around this beautiful and sexy woman. Ugh.....first time I've seen a woman in my dreams pissed off at me and assaults me, and I slightly feel the pain from it as well.... Why do you have to be mean to little old me? T___T _________________________ 07.21.2012Bike Riding (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID It's hard to know which dream came first, but a gut feeling tells me the bike riding came first. I'm riding my bicycle at a section of my University, and maybe 15 feet away from me to my left is a section to lock your bicycle at the bicycle rack. It seemed it already rained, because as I'm riding near the curb before reaching the bicycle rack, small streams of water start bursting out, and the surface was wet all over. I kept my left foot on the left pedal, and stood up really quick to shift the right side of my body to the left side of the bike. Then I decided to bend down, while still having my whole body on the left side of the bicycle, and then pressed the handbrakes as much as I can. I finally get off the bicycle, and I think someone tries to talk to me by first saying, "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!" But I ignored them for some reason. _________________________ 07.21.2012Horse Riding and Torso Healing? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID My torso feels weird in this dream, it's as if I'm going through stages of getting it healed and stable if that makes any sense? There's a flash black background with words in yellow font with a red outline I believe that shows how close I am in getting my dream torso region stabilized. I'm also riding a majestic white horse, and it takes a while for me to get used to riding this thing, but I start feeling connected with this horse for some reason. I decided to put my faith into it that it will carry me where I needed to go, even though I don't know where I'll be going. There was a small rope like material that I would tug a little bit if I wanted it to speed up a little. I did this a few times, but the horse did not make any changes in its speed, so I tugged it even harder, and it finally complied with my action. I think I rub the horse gently to show that I'm glad that it followed my request for it to go faster. I can hear the sounds of it beating the ground while I'm resting my head on its warm neck. After a while, the horse stops, and I get off, and someone asks me if my torso was alright. I said "Yes," and even told them that it was completely healed. They were surprised, but they responded that this was good. Huh? I don't remember how this person looked like who asked me the question._________________________ 07.21.2012Tennis Courts and Indoor Garden? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I believe I'm with someone, though I'm not sure who they are until later on, and even then, it was hard making a decent glance at them. The person I'm following is already way ahead of me, and I realize that I'm between two tennis courts. To my right is two men playing, both Hispanic, and both wearing black clothing, or at least some type of dark clothing. It's dark outside, but there's decent lighting inside this weird Indoor Garden/Tennis Courts hybrid infrastructure. The light sources are at the top corners of the building, like the corners of a square. As for the guys' skills, they looked like they just play Tennis for fun. One of them literally pushes the ball when serving, or tries to randomly smash it down hard, only to put the ball off in a tangent away the service box. They both turned around to realize that the tennis balls were outside, and they asked me if I could help they get it. I saw one tennis ball was still inside, and pointed to them to pick that up. They said thanks, and I just ignore helping them get the other one. There was someone on the left tennis court who could help them, and it looked like their tennis buddy who was picking up the tennis balls for them while they're playing. When I get closer to the person I'm following, I believe it's my mother. The material that supports the composition of the building is very weird. It's made of a very thin plastic, like when you buy those water bottle packs and try to pierce a hole with your thumb. (That's actually a bad idea because I recently tried that and I made some weird movement with my thumb and it hurt a lot. :c ) I use my fingernails to pierce the plastic material of the building in order to climb up a little to get some plant or vegetable hanging on top of some small surface. My mother suggested that we go outside to make sure I'm climbing on the right section. I go down to surface again, go outside, and it looks like I can just jump up or something to get whatever vegetable that I needed. I don't know why I needed to get the vegetable in the first place.....
07.07.2012Game Set Match (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I only remember playing a one set match against some random adult at a tennis court that resembles the one I attended in a High School. Red flooring outside of the court, and the court itself is green. I was doing fairly well, probably playing at my peak before I realized that I shouldn't be playing in tournaments if it'll make me too tired to finish assignments late at night. It was a very close match, the guy was very good, but I end up pulling off some miraculous shot, and I win 7-6. There's also a dream shift where I'm practicing flat serves, and someone said I could serve like Andy Roddick. I ignored what they said because I knew I could never do that in the first place. Turns out I did. I held the racquet with my right hand, continental grip most likely since it would be a flat serve. I gently threw the ball in the air, focused my eyes only on it, and then reached up with the racquet to hit a fast flat serve. I believe it barely got in the service box, and I think I do an air uppercut to cheer myself or something like that. Can I just become an astral being or something, these dreams SUCK.
31.01.2012 NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID These dreams probably did not occur in chronological order. Dream 1: Ordering To-Go at Vietnamese Restaurant I'm at the Vietnamese Taste Restaurant I occasionally go to so I can get some of the Sweet and Sour Chicken with Fried Rice. I wait as usual for my meal since I'm ordering it To-Go. Usually there's a bell that the cookers use so the waiters know the order is done. One of the DC waiters (can't remember their faces in the dream) did not hear the bell the first time. But I go up to go to the cash register since I knew my order was ready, and the cook rang the bell again for the waiter to hear. This time, the sound was lower than before, but the waiter came up to get the order through the small shelf they put the order through the kitchen. (Maybe because the waiter saw me near the cash register) When the employee was wrapping the meal up in a bag for me, I see a huge jar to the left of the bag that had a lot of Fried Rice, and this was supposed to be my meal. But when the person was done tying the bag, which they did a horrible job doing in the dream, I ended up ordering something on the bottom of the bag (which was most likely my Sweet an Sour Chicken with Fried Rice), and on the top of it was another To-Go Box with Fried rice and a California Spring Roll (crispy version, not the Sushi kind). The box with the Fried Rice and Spring Roll alone was open slightly, but I didn't pay too much attention to this. I get on my bicycle and go to the typical route back to my apartment, which is probably 2-3 minutes to get back to on a bicycle. I'm getting near the Stop Sign at the intersection, and usually I don't stop completely in waking life on a bicycle since not a lot of cars pass through this area anyway. But I see a police vehicle hiding somewhere (clever guy), so I used the breaks on the front wheel to stop completely (I was holding the meal with my right hand most likely, but I probably forgot I had it in my hand in the first place). I turn to the left and kept heading straight until I get to my apartment. Now the dream scenario changes turns dark all of a sudden when I get near my Apartment. I think I saw two guys talking to each other near the Apartment complex, but I couldn't recall what they were saying. I can't remember anything else from that dream. Dream 2: Searching New Areas at my University I'm at Texas A&M University now, and it seems that I'm checking out new areas in the dream. I see this DC that looks like a dude named Brian who also goes to the same University looking for something. The setting is probably set in late afternoon, and he's just slowly walking and observing what's inside of the tinted glass doors. I follow him, but I don't think he pays attention to me following him. I pull out a piece of paper from my pocket, and a map of the area I am appears. The map I'm holding is pretty accurate, and most of the buildings are colored in maroon on it (just like if you went to the map website on the college's main website), and it had the building abbreviations as well. If I remember correctly, to the left of where I was standing, the building was supposed to be be labeled "SVC" or "SLC." I think it was the latter more likely, so I put the map back somewhere (probably in the pocket of my jeans, I just don't remember doing it). I go inside the building that is in front of the SVC/SLC building, and I see it's like a study area for students. It was basically bigger than the area in waking life where they have a study area that was so hard to make reservations at times because so many people would be there. It was really spacious, with a lot of DCs. I still think this is reality though, and like in waking life, I tried not to pay attention to all of the DCs around me. It was pretty busy, and I saw one familiar face when I entered the building. She looked exactly like the girl I worked in a group on a Biochemistry drug project on Eldepryl and how it can help patients with Parkinson's Disease. Let's call her Anna. Anna was sitting down somewhere with a small group of DCs, but I didn't pay attention to her, I just remember her smiling a little bit. I turn to my right in the building and move forward towards some open door. I go in and there are more students sitting down near computers, and there was this female DC who was asking them for certain numbers, and these numbers ended up being how many people they planned to bring into this large study area, so I guess these were just reservations. I can't remember what else I did in this area, but I do know that when I decided to head back, I see another familiar DC. Let's call her Alejandra, she's wearing a really weird outfit. She's wearing a gray shirt with some black lettering to it, and I think she was wearing pink leggings as well with a really small skirt over it. She was talking about how she got 2/50 for her grade on something. I didn't focus too much on it other than acknowledging to her on how it must've sucked getting that grade. Then a small child to the right of her, who was blonde I believe, told me that she got a 1/50 on the same assignment (most likely), but she added that she didn't have to worry about dealing with her parents. I wondered what she meant by that, she obviously made a horrible score on the assignment, but I just smiled and continued going back to where I started. Then I find myself following this blonde female child for some reason. We were going up the stairs, down the stairs, almost everywhere, even the elevator as well. Then after a while of this random journey in random areas of the huge study area, I start to ask the DC if she's trying to joke around with me. I think I ask her this when I'm up the stairs, and I hear a voice saying "Okay Okay, I'm just joking around" or something along those lines. So I head downstairs, but at this point, I forget what else I was doing. I was so confused where I was because there was just too many places to explore. Everything was wide and spacious to even remember the smallest details here. All I knew was that in my peripheral vision, there would be tables, chairs, computers, etc to verify that this was a large study area. Dream 3: Terry Crews Misses His Dog Apparently Terry Crews misses his dog, and he gives some deep and emotional speech that appears in black/dark blue text over a green background. It was like a poem to a point, and he was talking about how that whenever he goes to do a film or movie, his dog would miss him and would watch him on T.V. He said that when he comes back home, that the dog will really show how much it missed him, and that they'll finally have time to be with each other. Dream 4: At Tennis Courts This dream was realistic compared to the previous one, but on the same level on the two dreams before the third dream I mentioned. I was inside the Tennis Courts that resembled that ones at Cypress Lakes High School. I think I'm trying to throw Tennis balls over to the other court for the other guys. I have trouble throwing them over the wired fence, some almost reached over, but they recoiled from the fence and came back to me. Then there was one ball that goes over the fence, but not to the other court, and other DCs were trying to throw tennis balls to the other side, but one did a complete fail by throwing it on the field where some people did long distance running. Which meant that they had to get someone to open the gate, but luckily the balls I threw didn't go over there. I get out of the tennis courts to dash towards the tennis balls outside the court, and then I'm in a different court overall. It's like seeing a portal of another set of Tennis Courts from a different High School. I saw an older DC wearing glasses and some blue sports shorts and was wearing a white vest. He was busy rallying with some other DC, and then I went back to finding the Tennis balls. Two tennis balls were on the bleachers, and I see above me on the left someone was sitting watching the DCs rallying with each other. His back was facing me, so I asked him if these Tennis balls are theirs. He said "No," and I grabbed them and was transitioned back to the Tennis Courts at Cypress Lakes High School. Oh my way, I see a group of the girls who were on the Tennis team when I was in the school my Sophomore and Junior year sitting down near the wall to watch people rally with each other. I mostly saw females sitting down rather than males for some reason. Then there's another familiar face that should've made me do an RC because I never saw her in the Tennis team. The girl was in the Art 3 class I had, I don't want to reveal her whole name, so let's call her "Bena." "Bena" was sitting down near the wall like the other female DCs that a person would use to rally with the ball if there wasn't someone else to play with, or to warm up. I asked "Bena" if I could borrow her racket. It looked like a Wilson K Factor, K tour Racket (my memory of racket names is limited since I only played Tennis in High School). She said "Sure!" in a happy tone, (she was always a positive and cheerful in waking life), and she gave me her racket, and she also mentioned what was bulging on the side of my pants with a giggling smile. I just tell her that it's just tennis balls inside my pocket. She probably made the "oh okay" expression, and I turn back to finding a vacant Tennis Court to play on. The one to the left of me had people playing, so I think I headed to the one on the right of it. Then I had the urge to just practice serving some Kick Serves and some Slice Serves. So I probably headed to get a small crate of tennis balls, but I can't remember anything else after that. Spoiler for Random information...: I used to just serve a lot until someone wanted to play with me since they were probably afraid of trying to beat me in serving (probably because I was in Varsity and a Senior ). I used to put so much spin on the ball at a fast rate that the ball would go at a velocity that would force it to go way past a person's hitting level). Serving was definitely the part that I had down because I would constantly look at Pete Sampras' and Roger Federer's videos of their old matches. I also watched an instructional video on serving that helped me do a lot with my overall performance. But enough about revealing about my time playing Tennis in High School.
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