Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #162: One More Season I'm lying in bed, waiting to fall asleep. I can hear an episode of Breaking Bad playing somewhere in the room, and after a moment start catching visual flashes of the program itself. Walt and Jesse are driving somewhere, Jesse at the wheel. Hank and Gomez are surveiling them somehow, listening to every word that they say. Spoiler for Breaking Bad Spoilers: Spoiler for Seriously: I realize that it's strange for Hank to now be alive again, although I don't consider it odd for Walt to be back from the dead. I realize that this might all be a dream. I rub my hands together, and audio from the episode continues while I'm laying in the void. Jesse swerves close to a nearby car and a panicked Walt chastises him for being so careless. Hank signals something to Gomez and one other DEA guy. I start up some repetitive motions, mostly swinging my right arm. I do this for a good while, just trying to prepare myself and enjoy the audio as it continues on without a picture. After I've done this for long enough, I feel ready to take some action. I will myself to roll out of bed and I stand up as my left leg oozes to the ground. My right leg, unfortunately, remains stuck and I'm unable to walk. I hop forward on my left foot, but my right leg stays clamped to the bed, apparently stretching far enough to allow me to get several feet away from the bed and close to the corner of the room. All the while, I keep hearing audio from the Breaking Bad episode. Finally I let go of the idea that my leg is stuck to the bed and generally stop thinking about my leg at all. Now I feel free to move. I look in the corner of the bedroom to see a bicycle leaned against the wall where my work desk would normally be. I approach the bike, thinking it might be fun to ride it around the house, but the dream ends before I can get there.
Updated 11-13-2013 at 12:56 AM by 57387
Original entry dated Feb. 18th, 2002: I dreamed that I woke up and pressed my hand against my forehead. My skin was moving. You know how it feels when goldfish (or any other sort of fish, except for maybe piranhas and oscars) nibble at your fingers? It felt like that - all over my forehead - dozens of tiny moist nibbles. I got up and looked in the mirror. My forehead was covered in dozens of tiny red... mouth-things... only without teeth. Moist, cherry-red little mouths, each about the size of a pimple, gapping open and closed and each of them making tiny peeping sounds like baby chicks. I couldn't stand looking at them, or bringing my hands anywhere near my face - I just wanted to gouge them off... ...I went to the doctor, and they were apparently some sort of parasitic infection. I learned that, unfortunately, it spread really fast and through skin-contact. There was only one way to treat them, too. The doctor had to inject each mouth - individually - with an antibiotic ointment. It wasn't so much painful as disgusting. When they died, they shriveled up and fell out in tiny brown balls, leaving dozens of tiny, deep holes in my forehead. Original entry dated Feb. 19th, 2002: Last night I had a dream that I visited a tribe in some sort of jungle-type place. One of the tribe elders had died and I came to attend the funeral. I believe I was an ex-member of the tribe, or else the daughter of an ex-tribe member. I know that I was blonde. I couldn't quite understand their customs, and was an outsider. At one point, after the funeral, I wound up climbing a MASSIVE jungle tree to get a hibiscuslike red flower. I can't remember why. It was used in some sort of tribal medicine. I just remember that all of the colors in the dream were very, very vivid.
well I am at an anti circumcision protest (because i'm hardcore against it) and we are all listening to this one women speak about it and shit, and then we are at this hospital and all of the new mums seemed to be choosing not to cut because we were there telling them not to and shit. and then i'm at home watching TV and this stupid bitch comes on the TV making all these mean jokes about it (circumcision) and i got so angry i threw a pair of scissors at the TV and broke it, then i am outside of the house and i am walking around with one of my mates and we see this doctor in a white lab coat and we knock her to the ground and i cut out her eyes with a knife and start stabbing her in every place that will cause her pain but keep her alive so i can torture her for as long as possible and when she is finally near death i cut her throat real deep you can almost see her spinal cord it was a real painful dream like emotionally, i think its because i just really care about the subject and i often get things that i really think or care about during the day come into my dreams
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #161: The Journey Mural I'm walking around in the kitchen with Wife, carrying a baby girl and lamenting the fact that my previous lucid dream was too short. I look over to see that the microwave timer is counting down from 59. "A short lucid dream is better than nothing, isn't it?" asks Wife. I figure she's right. I look back at the timer again and notice that it's now counting 2... 1... and then blanks out completely. I realize that everything about this is odd and I become lucid. The baby girl has vanished and I no longer hear Wife saying anything. I guess they've both left the scene. I move toward the closest exit (the back door) but it looks oppressively dark in that direction. The dream is not feeling stable to me and I don't feel like my cognitive abilities are all there. I turn back toward the living room, slowly moving past the dining room table, through the living room toward the front door. The darkness presses down on me the entire time, and I feel like I'm slowing down. I suddenly notice that I'm having trouble breathing. I try again and can't manage more than a few gasps. The whole experience is starting to make me nervous, and I start wondering if I just need to make the dream more vivid to make these problems go away. A picture on the wall catches my eye. In waking life, it's a stylized world map. But in this dream, it looks more like some kind of abstract mural, similar to the artwork you find in the video game Journey. There are 3 or 4 robed figures at the bottom of what looks like a multi-story building. As I approach the painting, I see the robed figures stir just a bit as if they're alive. I'm still not breathing, but I hope that if I can somehow just change the scene everything will be okay. I rub my hands together for a moment and then reach for the painting, intending to dive into it. The robed figures stir to greater activity, the painting becoming a larger and larger part of my vision... but the dream ends.
I don't really recall my dreams from last night, which is sort of disappointing. I'm making an entry in order to keep up the habit of making an entry, and also in case I recall anything throughout the day (which happens).
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #160: Siberian Stache I have a false awakening and get up out of bed. Wife stays snuggled under the covers. It's daylight outside and it feels like we badly overslept. Our female Siberian Husky "K" is sitting by the door, slouched over lazily and panting. Something feels off about this and I realize that I'm dreaming. Wife gestures at K (the dog) and asks, "What's she doing here?" Even from several feet away, I notice that K's whiskers look oddly thick and prominent. The effect reminds me of a mustache, so I do this thing with my fingers where I "paint" a mustache in the air. When I'm done, she has a thick, brown handlebar mustache. I laugh a bit at this and K looks back at me, seemingly crestfallen from behind her enormous mustache. I feel ready to go fly around and for some reason decide I should take the dog with me. As I approach K to pick her up, Wife says, "Wouldn't you rather take [E]?" (Our oldest son.) "Oh, is he here?" I ask. And of course, there he is, standing close by in our room. I look up at the ceiling and it's gone -- there's just open sky overhead. I prepare to take flight, but the dream ends.
I found myself running down a bunch of tents toward a Great Wall with Frodo and Sam, my brother sam was also with me running down the dirt road lined with tents. As we were running a bunch of orcs stepped out and gave chase. Gollum was also chasing us and as we were about to be caught a massive slug thing appeared and we jumped on it. He pulled us away from our attackers to a swampy thing and descended into it. We were stuck and our attackers stopped at the edge and watched us get covered in the stuff. I suddenly jerked out of this and ran toward the wall shedding the skin like substance. The attackers gave chase and my brother said "the door that is open today is the one that says "queen" in Latin. We found it and unlatched the door just in time. We stumbled into a room with a fat guy and a family there and they didn't move they just looked on. (I think I woke up for a very short time) then suddenly I was above and behind the attackers who were now in full force attacking the wall. I saw a massive creature slam itself into the wall making it half it's height as archers shot it from the wall and suddenly I was back in my body inside the wall. Enemies were busting in the doors and I ran up a flight of stairs and stood in a coner of another flight. I saw people run down the stairs in towels and they slammed against the wall looking up. Then I woke up ... dream 2: I was in a house and we were having a party when Logan came up to me and kissed me so I took her upstairs and as we were laying in bed I woke up
04.11.2013NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Eu estava em uma grande reunião de irmãos da CCB. Olhava para cima e via o céu mais estrelado da minha vida. Saía para tentar mostrar pra minha esposa e me perdia. Acabava nos fundos da casa da minha tia Regina, trancado. A escada dos fundos estava faltando os últimos degraus, então eu saí me pendurando. Saía pela frente da casa e via que havia alguém no quarto, e a luz estava acesa. No portão encontrei uma irmã de saia jeans longa, blusinha rosa claro, cabelo preso, por volta de 40-50 anos, e seu marido dizendo que o bairro é perigoso, e se alguém me vir pulando o muro pode estranhar. Saía da casa e era abordado por 2 homens em uma moto que tentavam me matar. Eu fugia me jogando em uma grande ladeira parecida com um escorregador. Pegava um ônibus com um motorista louco que quase batia em tudo. Tinha uma criança sentada do meu lado conversando com a mãe sobre o seu aniversário e as bexigas da festa que farão.
Updated 11-13-2013 at 01:47 PM by 66176
03.11.2013 2/2 NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Vi alguém sendo desfibrilado em uma maca. Visualizei como era ser desfibrilado (a experiência de morrer e ser ressuscitado era como dormir). Agora eu estava em Osasco, perto da casa do meu pai (Bem onde a feira de quinta começava perto da oficina) e via um médico conversar com um homem dizendo que ele possuía problemas cardíacos e que lhe daria um remédio. O homem perguntava "Pro problema cardíaco né?". O médico confirmava. Eu via uma cartela prateada com comprimidos vermelhos. Eu pegava um dos comprimidos compridos e me perguntava "Por que todos os comprimidos não podem ser assim? É mais fácil de engolir". Eu colocava-o na boca e tentava engolir. Não conseguia e começava a morder. Ele quebrava na boca como se fosse feito de fios de vidro. [No dia anterior eu fui tomar um comprimido pra dor de cabeça e o cortei no meio pra poder engolir menor, e me lembrei da primeira vez que minha mãe me deu um remédio pra dor de cabeça em que eu o mastiguei]
Updated 11-13-2013 at 01:44 PM by 66176
03.11.2013 1/2NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Eu estava entrando pelo portão de casa com a mão no meu pênis e não lembro de onde me vinha a conclusão de que a minha esposa gostava mais da posição de quatro do que eu GoT. 50% alguma coisa. Depois estávamos na nossa cama fazendo amor nessa posição.
02.11.2013 2/2NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Me lembro apenas de que eu tinha descoberto algo que se eu parasse de fazer me faria mais feliz.
02.11.2013 1/2NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Eu mostrava pro Rafael o meu Galaxy S4 (que eu NÃO tenho) e ele dizia que agora eu poderia ver meus seriados nele.
30.10.2013NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Cochilo no trem. Pessoas sendo disparadas de canhões em direção de aviões no ar. Não me lembro o motivo.
29.10.2013 3/3NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Eu e a Juliana estávamos ajoelhados no Bradesco e orando.
Updated 11-12-2013 at 06:25 PM by 66176
Im high above the ground like on the 3rd story level height and im on this small square like stage that is overlooking this complex that looks jungle like and really dim lighting. Theres like wooden bridges connect the complex going in every which direction when all of a sudden the stage thats in the middle of this complex starts to tip over a bit. Which for me was like whatever but obviously no one wants to fall but it kind of stabilizes after someone pulls me in and prevents me from falling. That happens after 3 times which at the 3 I said im out of here and the small stage tips over and falls then everyone went into a chaos like mode cuz we started playing a game of find your partner which at this point everyones running up and down the wooden bridges. I start running down a wooden bridge to and then it all of a sudden turns into an underground tunnel and then see Pocahontas not literally her but a girl that looks identical as her comes over to me and looks at me very tempting and puts her hands around my waist and then I woke up.
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