dream fragment

Bedtime: 11:45
WBTB: 4:45 (failed), 6:00
Aids: none
Recall: Low
Vividness: Medium
Awesome factor: Low

Just two mundane fragments today, one pre and one post WBTB.

-kitchen
-shopping

1. [non-lucid]
I got caught with scissors by security who rode black segways with black helmets, so I had to hand them over. (Was on a stone path, there are black metal fences to my left (blocking off a lake) and right, its nighttime but its not dark, the moon is out)

I stabbed and killed someone with scissors then threw them in the lake, as I threw them i noticed another pear of red handled scissors that were teetering on the edge of the lake.

I exposed a female murderer who cuts peoples faces of (probably with scissors). I sneaked into her kitchen, she saw me from the roof opposite to her house and was yelling at me, I activated a conveyor belt used for kitchen equipment which had peoples cut off faces on it, and some sort of authority saw the faces come through on the conveyor belt and I saved the day.
A young version of Dexter Morgan is talking with some other guy next to a fence then the dream ended.

I beleive I was infact a young version of Dexter Morgan throughout the dream.

Thoughts:
Scissors are like knifes lol.

Dream 1(fragment):

There was something about robots.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was in some sort of hilly area and there was a castle.

Dream 3(fragment):

I was playing AI War and having fun and someone was suggesting me to use some kind of anti-sleep missile warheads.

Bedtime: 12:00
Snack: none
WBTB: 5:30, but I forgot to SSILD
Aids: I cup (light) peppermint-finger tea (pre-bed)
Recall: Very Low
Vividness: Very Low
Awesome factor: Very Low

I only remember a fragment or two about foreign children successfully using crystals or some other such as dream aids.

The dream started out with me and Captain Mal from Firefly/ Serenity getting into a pickup truck that I somehow knew was a time machine and we had to escape from an area. So, in the pickup truck we drove to my school, but it was abandoned and I wanted to see what it looked like in the future. I remember saying to Mal that I remember the school having financial difficulties due to budget cuts and that's why they had to close it.

Then it was like the pickup truck was on a roller coaster and suddenly I was at some kind of amusement park but I started to realize it was a dream and wanted to see if I could make objects appear. So I walked up to a man and told him that I would pay him 20 dollars if he could figure out which hand held a penny. Each time he would choose, I would drop the penny from that hand and imagine feeling a penny in the other. However on the third guess I couldn't make the other penny disappear and he started laughing saying that he never guessed that both hands held a penny. I was suddenly in my shower but the shower curtain was now a solid tiled wall and I remembered someone on this site saying that you can walk through walls in dreams so I closed my eyes and tried to walk through it but I couldn't get though it and banged my nose which actually hurt.

06/15/13
I laid awake, body still, mind wide open. I imagined a place where no one cared and no one judged. I stepped out of the court house (so I think) and onto a street paved with cobble stone. I looked around and saw no one and listened closely and heard not even a bird chirp. It was quiet enough, if a sewing pin dropped it would sound like bombs. I told myself this is weird and asked if it was real. I felt myself not really jerk but spasm into a lucid dream. I told myself I was lucid. I looked for anything to help. First a mirror. None to be found. Then a clock. Again none to be seen. Lastly a billboard. Here I had success. I noticed the picture was me and all the letters were mumbo jumbo, a mix of hyroglifics, and shapes. The initial shock of becoming 100% aware I was lucid woke me up. I have been unable to become lucid since but here is my next attempt. I am attempting to go to space and meet Neil Armstrong. Wish me luck.

I was in a dungeon and there was something about two groups of different creatures and some dreaming related talk.

Level of Lucidity: 1
Level of Clarity: 6
Level of Realism: 7
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

Parts of this dream are in present tense and some are in past tense. When I wrote this I had just woken up and was going back and forth between the tense because I was tired.

Dream 1: I am standing on a sort of futuristic football field with a large-ish African American kid about my age. He and I are supposed to be protecting somebody, but it’s not a life or death thing, we’re supposed to be protecting him in a game we’re about to play. There are tons of other people around our age (18) there, just walking around the field. Something happens and everyone starts running in the same direction, as if a race is starting. I start running as fast as I can to get to the front of the pack. The race leads off the football field, and there was a long handicap ramp for people to roll up if they’re in wheel chairs. I ran up to it, and jumped over the railing, taking a shortcut. I jump over the next two railings too.



I see that my old middle school friend, who I just saw recently for the first time in years at a grocery in the waking world, was running and she was in the front of the group. It reminded me of when we were back in school, and she would always be at the front of class, always putting her hand up first. In a sense she was leading the class.

I catch up to her and she seems to know where she’s going, so I start to follow her. We run through a building and then down several flights of stairs. The stairs change from being a house kind of stairwell to being an industrial kind of stairwell with cement stairs and railings and cement walls. All of a sudden the stairwell ends and we’re in a large cement parking lot. I looked around and everything had a sepia tone to it.

There were some tire marks on the cement, but no parking space lines.



I looked forward and remembered that I need to keep following her. She ran around a corner and got a slight lead on me, but she didn't know I was following her. When I run around the corner she is gone, and there are multiple stairways and multiple doors leading all sorts of directions. I had no idea which way to go. To my left was a scissor gate like a small business would use in a town to keep the front of the store inaccessible during the night from thieves.



I didn't have much time. I looked around desperately trying to find her, but I was too late. The herd of kids had caught up, but they were in the hallway that was blocked off by that sliding scissor gate. Cayla (my friend from school) was behind the scissor gate too. I looked at her and she looked at me as if to say “How did I get in here?”

I took advantage of the opportunity, and ran in one of the random directions. It led me to a train tunnel like place, and I kept running. Eventually I wound up at a bus at the end of the tunnel. I looked around and noticed that it was night time, and everything was dark. I got into the bus and sat near the front. There were already three other people on the bus. Two girls my age and one boy who I seemed to know from somewhere. Once I was on, the bus started to drive away. We drove down a street and I noticed that it was a place I was familiar with, my grandparents neighborhood. We all started talking to eachother, saying hello and asking names. I think one of the girls said her name was Stacy. She was very attractive. I then sat back in my chair and waited for a while. It felt like we were driving for an hour. By this time we were all good friends, even the bus driver. We pulled into a small city, and I saw some small houses on my left, and what appeared to be an amusement park in front of us. I looked down to the road as we approached a red light, and noticed that there was a small African American baby sitting in the road. He didn’t seem scared, he was quite playful. He was acting like a frog, and as soon as I acknowledged that, a black frog about the size of the baby appeared next to him. They were both sticking their tongues out and trying to catch something on the ground, perhaps an ant or a bug, with their tongues.

The light changed and we progressed on our journey. I looked behind me at the girls and noticed that they were making out. I thought to myself “ ……. HOT!” My buddy who was sitting in the back kind of looked at me and laughed then looked out the window, as if he’d seen this a million times. The girls off and on started kissing eachother, and I looked at Stacy and said “Can I help you girls out?” They kind of ignored me but I was persistent and said “I wanna get involved with that!” They stopped kissing and looked at me, it sort of creeped me out because they didn’t say anything for a second. Then Stacy said “No.” (Damn!)

We pulled up next to a large strange shaped rock/metal formation at the amusement park and stopped next to it, still on the road, by a curb. The wall formation looked like the wall in this picture of a ride at six flags:



We all got out and started walking, but we knew where we were going. After we turned a corner I was at my old house, which has recently sold. We’re standing in the driveway, and my dad and some people who seem to be his friends are in the garage next to a car with tools out. They say something taunting to me as a joke and we walk into the garage.

I felt a sense that told me “The whole reason we did this mission was to get here to fix something on a car.” It made me feel like It was a lot of effort just to do something so small, and why was it so important that all the kids from that school wanted to come fix it?

I heard some noises in real life and began to wake up and journal.

I used the WBTB and ADA Technique here, never became fully lucid, but was conscious enough to make SOME decisions in the dream of my own, but at no point had any idea I was really asleep.

The dream sequence that appeared to me last night was a little crazy. I was telling myself that I haven’t dreamed of a certain person in a very long time, so where did my dream take me? It took me to my school book store the day of my summer session. As I was walking into the book store I checked my bag in and I walked towards the back of the store where they keep the notebooks and books and anything you can think of for school I haven’t yet grasped the concept of dreaming vs. reality while dreaming, but I knew something was up when I saw this guy. Em, was in my dreams in a bookstore. I was racing to go get my math book the day my summer session started at the college. As I was grabbing the book I saw this blur or a shadow walk right past me, than others, than many. I grabbed my book and started to follow the bodyless and faceless shadows. I am standing in line when someone taps my shoulder, I turned around and their was Em. The only part I remember of the conversation was where he asked me to go somewhere with him and his friends, and of course I said yes, I want a life. He asked me to go on a hike with him and his friends into on one of those hiking trails that lead deep into the woods. I said yes, because there were a couple of Em’s friends I like.

Fast forward to another part of my dream or dreams. I am in my math class where I see the professor talking, but no one is listening except I. I realize that I am the only one in the classroom, and I thought this was odd, because usually classrooms are full of other prospering students. I get up out of my seat walk over towards the door and go outside. I turned around really fast, because I left my notebook and math book in the classroom. I see my new professor talking with other people, their blurs and shadows to me. I only hear one thing from the entire conversation “Where did the girl go? We need the girl.” Well, I decided to leave my math book and notebook and ran down the stairs of the LS building and outside. I see that it’s already 3 days the next day at that exact time, because I checked the newspaper. All I thought was I missed my hiking trip! I opened my phone and saw pictures of Sky and Em and his girlfriend, and other friends having a great time. And a text message that said, “We missed you, but at least you aren’t dead. We’ll try again.” I’m no sucker for paranoia, but I started breathing faster and I ran to the bike area of school.

Fast forward again and I meet up with my friend Luke. He looked at me weird and said, “I know you. I know I know you.” I told him my name and he just sighed and said I know now. I helped him to the trees we have on campus and just sat their talking I don’t remember what was said, but then he turned on me and laid me down and started kissing me. I can tell I missed this...a lot. But it was different, it was like it was all new again. We started kissing heavily when all of the sudden these black boys are dismantling Luke’s bike. I jumped off the tree, flew down to these kids and start grabbing the pieces. Luke is still in the tree. I grabbed one of the guy’s shirts and he took a staple gun to my pinkie finger. I didn’t notice the pain at first, but when the boys ran off, I noticed my pinkie was turning blue. Luke jumped down from the tree and said I needed to go to the emergency room and so he took. As, we were walking the building that was the “emergency” room was my theatre arts building on campus. I walk with Luke to the building and we look at each other, he held my hand, my good one and we went inside the cold room. In the ER everyone looks like a blur or a shadow except Luke and the nurse. I walked to the Administration counter, a nurse asked about my pinkie and she said that I’ll be okay follow me. I asked if Luke could be with back their in the room with me, she replied, “No, he is not family. Come along.” I look back at him and he looks so sad, like his heart was aching. I started to go back with the nurse and then I woke up.

Bedtime: 1:30
Bedtime snack: a cup of hot chocolate with a large marshmallow
WBTB: 4:45
Aids (during WBTB): Mugwort tea (1 tsp. mugwort, 1 tsp. chamomile, a pinch of cinnamon)
Recall: Medium
Vividness: High
Awesome factor: Medium


Dream 1 (fragment): I was walking through an art gallery, looking at pieces that were for sale.

Post-WBTB:

Couldn't fall asleep for a long time, but remained relaxed enough for lots of hypnogogic images/sounds. One was really strange. I was looking at some kind of scene from right to left, but it was choppy, kind of like playing an online game with lag. I had another vision that is part of a series of visions I've been having for almost a year, which seem like they could be (oh please, can they be?) prophetic. Interestingly, mugwort is believed to induce prophetic dreams/visions (though I wasn't under its influence during any of the past visions).

Dream 2 (fragment): My sister had connected her laptop to a large widescreen TV to conduct her online classes.

Dream 3: I was K's house (didn't look like it does in real life). W, I, D, and Aunt J were there. They were telling me about a large green parrot they had seen on TV. They wanted to know what it was called. Someone there had a type of Amazon, so I said that if it looked like that, it might also have been one. But if it was bigger -- everyone agreed that it had been bigger -- it could have been an Eclectus, at which point W had something to say about Eclectuses.

K was in the kitchen, doing something by the sink. At this point, I spontaneously realized I was dreaming. NO RCs or anything memory-induced. I just suddenly became aware that I was dreaming (like I did a few times during a nightmare as a kid, at which point I would force my eyes open). So what did I do now that I realized I was dreaming? Told myself I had to wake up, of course!

I don't know why I decided the best course of action was to wake myself up, even though it wasn't a bad dream. Maybe it's just hardwired into my brain because that's what I always did when becoming lucid during a nightmare as a kid. I thought I was smarter than this!

Key emotions: none, really

Didnt use correct wake up protocol so I lost a lot of the dream.

1.

Fragments:
Theres a shop with things in it and a cashier who is female and wore green outfit, I think she was a witch (all I remember about the cashier).
I written something on a guys red jagged roof with black marker, he was unhappy because he couldn't get it off so I went back to the shop to "borrow" some vinegar (Was a clear glass bottle with a red lid) while the cashier wasn't looking as I knew it would wash off the marker.
I think Im inside the red roofed building, there's some sort of creature laying to the West-North of me, I was scared to go near it.

Dream recall from today's nap. Not much.

I was in some indoor area.

Last night, I probably had some of the strangest dreams of my life. I'm not even really sure how to put into words how ridiculous they were, but I'll try.

Now, while they were weird, they were also probably some of the best non-lucid dreams I've ever had.

Here's everything I remember (it might get confusing, but bear with me):

The first thing I remember was being with two of my sisters... and Neve Campbell. See? It's already weird. I don't remember thinking about Neve Campbell or anything before I went to sleep, but it absolutely was her in my dream. This should have been a pretty big clue that I was dreaming, because I seemed to know her pretty well personally.

Anyway, I guess my dream was creating false memories for me, because we stumbled upon this guy who was apparently a "chef" from Food Network who had a show that me and my family used to watch together. He wasn't REALLY an actual projection of a real-life chef from Food Network, but I was pretty sure that he was in my dream. In fact, I think he was Bill Murray (at least, he looked and sounded like him).

We hung out with this guy for a while, but when he wasn't around, me and my sisters (and Neve Campbell) saw a news report on TV that said that this man was actually a man who disguises himself as various people from TV and what-not, and that whoever turns him in will get a reward (or something like that). We tried looking for him, but we couldn't find him. A while later though, me and my sisters... and Neve Campbell... went to the old neighborhood that me and my sisters used to live in when we were younger, and saw a man who looked suspiciously like the Food Network impersonator guy (or Bill Murray...), living in a bright pink house with a Dora the explorer themed car (that didn't start)... he was standing in his garage talking to us (don't remember what he was saying though). Now, I know that this bright pink house wasn't really in my old neighborhood, and this man didn't really live there, but in the dream, I was pretty sure that this stuff actually happened (false memories, I guess).

The next thing I remember, me, my sisters, and Neve Campbell were sitting at a restaurant having dinner. We were all talking to each other (again, don't remember what we were saying), and all of a sudden Neve Campbell puts her hand on my thigh. Her hand felt really warm for some reason, and I remember thinking that I liked it (weird, I know).

The next dream I had felt like only a few seconds, and I wasn't even a part of it. It was Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslett (still in character from Titanic) riding in a weird train thing (it was kind of like the Mono-rail from Batman Begins, but instead of a train it looked more like a car), and Leonardo DiCaprio was yelling angrily about how the windshield wipers kept spraying lube on the windshield every 7 seconds (weird as hell, I know).

It's also weird because I couldn't see them, but I knew they were in the train... car... thing. Kate Winslett didn't say anything, but I knew she was there too. So strange.

These were some of the most entertaining dreams I've had, honestly.

Towards the morning though, I was actually able to become lucid.

It wasn't a very good lucid dream though, because I knew I was dreaming, but I felt absolutely EXHAUSTED in the dream (the sleepy kind of exhausted, not the kind of feeling you get after a workout), and I could hardly keep my eyes open, and everything seemed foggy. I was sitting at my kitchen table, rubbing my hands together furiously and I kept yelling out "INCREASE CLARITY!", and I think it helped a little, but not much.

The next thing I know, I'm waking up in my room. However, I almost immediately know that this is a false awakening, because I look at my alarm clock and notice it says "15:00" (military time isn't an option on my clock). However, I still felt very very tired and couldn't really enjoy the dream. I remember yelling out "Why the fuck am I so tired!?!?!?" in a half joking, half frustrated kind of way. I woke up for real a few seconds later.

It's weird, but maybe I actually fell asleep in the initial lucid dream because I was so tired, and that was what triggered the false awakening. Not sure, but it's possible.

Very poor recall.

I remember being with someone and we were drawing up a contract fro sale. for a house or for a machine.

I remember the colour green, a field and a war.

Level of Lucidity: 7
Level of Clarity: 9
Level of Realism: 7
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

I am laying down taking a nap because I am a bit tired. I can't really call this a full on lucid dream, because I never FULLY hit the dream state, I am in the void. I am having powerful visualizations of standing in a boxing ring. I keep using the MILD technique to remind myself that I am now in a dream and becoming lucid. I look to my left and notice that there's a black guy with a small afro and beard. He looks like the kind of guy you'd expect to find at the gym back in the 80's.

He looked similar to Michael Dokes, but with slightly shorter, curlier hair, and an 80's style mustache.



He's standing in place, and punching the air, alternating between fists that move forward. I continue with my mnemonics, saying "I am now lucid in my dream". I find that by looking to my left, the dream state becomes more stable. I begin to alternate looking left and right. I look left just as the boxer punches with his left fist, I look right just as he punches with his right fist. We are in sync.

I turn slightly to my right, and the boxer walks up behind me, and begins to do his punching exercise with my head in between his arms. His fists pump one after another past my face, and I remember my All Day Awareness mental training. I begin to notice the small breeze of wind that hits my face as his fist flies past. I begin to look left when his left fist moves forward, then right with his right fist. We get in sync again.

This lasts for about 3 minutes, as I continue my mnemonics, slowly forgetting to continue them here and there.

I was unconscious to the world around me in the waking state, but my grandfather walked into the room and said something, which woke me. I awoke feeling extremely refreshed, but at the same time wanting to go back to sleep.

I stayed up because I had things to do.