non-lucid

1. [Non-Lucid] [Long]
Im driving to a store in the game GTA IV with a friend Inferno I think, I hit a few police cars on the way there because I'm a pretty bad driver, I then turn into the stores car park where Inferno is parked and accidentally running him over killing him, noticing we haven't got microphones I type "sorry bro" in the chat.

I'm in a shop now, (I barely remember this part now) then at the cashier a guy in our group bought these childish black and green glasses, we leave the store and walk across this open concrete area (kinda like a wall-less car park with a roof).

Someone mentions a ride we should go on, now I'm thinking to myself can a wheelchair go on this ride.
We are now at the ride and I'm being carried while still in my wheelchair onto a little platform on the ride, the ride is constantly slowly moving and my right wheel is hanging off the platform so the guy moves my chair a little so the wheel is on the platform. This ride is hard to describe but at one point my head was touching a very soft cushiony wall.

When the ride was over I was being carried out of the ride and everyone for some reason starts cheering and applauding, Im like ooook um...thanks?. The exit to the ride is a lot of steps and we decided to sit at a bench on the grass field at the top of the steps, I'm sitting there at the bench and im complaining that my chair is creaking and it doesn't feel right, everyone else decides to drag the bench further away from the steps, this muddied up the grass a little.

Fragments:
I'm climbing some tall blue tower thing with someone.
Some crazy think that morphs into things you kind of dislike.

Possible dream signs:
Wheelchair, Inferno, Steps, Neil

N was also in this dream. Only parts I remember were when we were playing Minecraft, I think. And we were surfing to get to some destination, about 16,000+ away from a destination. We landed on a cow island, where everything was dark-something. Dark green, dark red-brown, etc. (The colors)

When we landed, it had cows on it. And we couldn't punch anything. We were confused at first, but then I realized that that was the mechanic of the island. I was about to tell her, that this was normal, but flash forward. Then Mom was hugging me and telling me what I want to eat. Donuts made from snow...then I woke up.

yo it's 5 am let's do this *yawn*

(a hastily scribbled outline was here)

Thinking back as far as I can, the first chapter of the dream was something about me being on the second floor of a large castle. The outside was rather menacing somehow, probably because it was simply enormous, and the interior reminded me somewhat of a church I used to attend (third floor of WCF). I get the impression someone else was there and that there were some rules going on, but mostly what I remember is that my cat Moses was being super dangerous in his attempts to get from the second floor of the castle to the ground. It was something like, when he wasn't supposed to jump to the ground he'd end up falling off somehow, and when it was made totally clear to him that he wasn't allowed down, he jumped off in the most ridiculously daredevil and rebellious way a cat can manage; that is to say, it was a sort of flying leap. He seemed alright when he landed though.

There was also something about the second floor of the castle being able to view the ground floor (some open space in the floor idk architecture terms) but having prison bars, and there was definitely more structure to the whole scenario. There was a girl there, it was nighttime, and there was a bit of a Stone Harbor feel. And come to think of it there was some sort of longer scenario involving a whole bunch of other teenagers which had a bit of story and structure to it, and some clique hierarchy junk, but the best I can remember of that is simply that I, along with my female (dream) best friend, was in competition with some rude female who probably had some boyfriend arm candy, and ultimately I was victorious on some level. And I suppose it wasn't quite teen hierarchy junk as much as it was adults-and-office-related. So a bit of both.

The second chapter that I can remember ... involved something about a Roman slave type person, a rather ruefully cheerful man, and something about him carrying a plate that had recently had food on it past my (iwl) dad and some other guy, both of whom commented on it. If I had to guess, I would say the plate had just had some venetian turkey pie on it. Uhhh the architecture of the situation was a bit confusing as well. The slave guy came out of a back room sort of thing and walked by a counter which divided the short hall he was in from the room with the other two men in it, who were lounging in chairs. Man there was something really strange happening other than what I'm describing but it's either hard to remember or hard to translate to waking life terms. Basically though, the two men commented on the plate, saying something like "is there any of that left" because the food it referenced was so delicious, and the slave felt sort of awkward, and then there was something about the Bible. Or something. And a river of lava. The feel of this chapter was subordinate with a touch of outright menace and a helping (DO YOU SEE THE THING THAT I DID) of danger, compared to the previous one.

The last thing thing I remember before my alarm went off and I woke up was a dream that I was recording my dream. I was attempting to remember the different parts of the dream and starting to outline them in my head so I could remember them and write them down. But since I was still dreaming and not at all lucid, the information I was arranging was totally made-up (did not refer to any dream I had just had) and in non-IWL terms. Also I did not realize I wasn't awake and when my alarm went off I was genuinely surprised. So it would almost be impressive that I started writing down a dream before I'd even woken up and before my alarm had gone off, if the information did not look like (attempted translation):
• a person wearing a black, looseknit sweater thing
• holding a fishing rod that they are using to tease
• some third person (information not found)
or, in other words, total gibberish, even as dreams are concerned, and also incorrect.

But apparently my heart's in the right place. Also more proof that my mind sort of knows when my alarm is about to go off (since my mentality started to switch from "dreaming" to "recording dreams" shortly before I woke up), which is always very strange. I also remember that my feelings upon waking were something like "ahhh I'll remember all this when I wake up in the morning", but I decided to write it down anyway because those words really meant "I'm disoriented and lazy and I didn't ask to be in this 5 AM time-to-write-down-your-dream situation" and the fact of the matter was I was already starting to forget. Having a dream journal on here is pretty dang cool.

Morning of March 7, 2014. Friday.



I am in my bedroom in Cubitis, but it is different. There is not much furniture and the windows are of the type that open outward like French windows rather than jalousie windows (I wonder if this will turn out to be precognitive years from now as the sash-based replacements were). I seem to be only about fourteen years of age.

There is no window screen of any kind. I notice that a large bird comes into the room through the southern-most window on the west side and sits on a chair (I was aware of other large birds flying near the windows but only vaguely and I believe this was the only one that had been in my room at any time), which is the only furniture I take note of. It faces east into the room and from near the middle of the west wall. I am somewhat wary of it. There is a strange awareness or mood of “old royalty”. Larger birds in dreams when I was much younger often had a very eerie quality, especially herons and storks. This one seems to be some sort of large pelican though I am not sure of the species. I guess it could also be a phoenix, of which I have dreamt of rarely. There are both pelican and phoenix portraits of Queen Elizabeth I. An odd old myth states that a pelican would draw blood from its own breast to feed its young. In this case, then, the pelican could represent the sacrifices my mother had made for me.

I sense a sort of mystical power in the presence of the bird. I am not quite sure what to do. I notice that the curtain has fallen down over the window and I decide that I should probably move the curtain back so that the bird can fly out if it wants to, with enough room for it to not be concerned about feeling enclosed. At the same time, I do not mind if it stays in the room even though there is a vague thought of the mess it could make. I contemplate being very stealthy, because I do not want to alarm it (because it might injure itself) as I consider moving the curtain back. No drama ensues. I mostly stand in one spot, not moving, watching it.

I think this relates (to real life) somewhat to when we had a large raven in our house in Brisbane for a couple weeks, years ago, while its wing was healing (after being attacked by a neighbor’s dog). It used to sit on the back of the chair near my desk in the same manner.

In another dream, that resets several times in different ways, I am more in an abstract awareness of my breathing and location in time and space. There is the clear idea of the “layers” of breathing which is not a feasible concept as it is experienced in my dream state. It is as if I am breathing in the layered manner of a musical recording with at least three different elements (or “bands” of breath continuity) and three different ways of breathing occurring over the same time period. There is one long, even breathing at the “lowest” level and other additional breaths patterned now and then (a bit more sparsely but supposedly of a higher “pitch”) over the first layer. I can even sense the waveform of this type of breathing “pictured” about a foot above my head, but to the side or behind me in a three-dimensional spectroscopic field of about two feet in length. Of course, this makes no real sense because you can only breathe in and out in one breath at a time. Still, I clearly seem to have at least three different forms of breathing going on in rhythmic patterns over time - which realistically would require three different people to achieve in such a manner.

LINK TO PELICAN AND PHOENIX ELIZABETH PORTRAITS SYMBOLISM

Great just what I need: a night of dreaming of work. Bleh. That's what I get for a near-bed-time weekly status meeting. At least with the time change it'll be one hour earlier for me soon.

+ trying hard to solve some imaginary work problem all night

+ I need to render the elephants without using a proprietary graphics algorithm and I'm concerned I'll have to write all the code from scratch

+ Some guy is in detail describing the limitations of the system, the X coordinates can only go from -10 to -6, I see an overhead visual graph of this. Also something about only being able to use one side of the coordinate axes.

+ I'm standing outside on some bend in a path, I'm looking at several little signposts with pictures of them stuck in the sand. One is of a little girl, one is of a woman, one is something else like a little a little Pikachu character or something. I sort of adjust and push down the posts more firmly into the sand.

+ I'm at an outdoor company gathering. A woman is sitting down on the ground, I feel I'm acquainted with her (just as a work acquaintance). I sit down right behind her with my hips turned to the left, my right hip is at the base of her back and she leans heavily back on to me, she is not protesting. Her entire upper body/back is firmly against my chest, our heads are close together. It is nice! She pushes back and forth a few times, I feel the weight of her body against mine. I get even more daring and lean forwards and lightly kiss her left cheek just in front of her left ear. She mumbles something like "easy..." or "careful...." we're right out in the open and I know I'm married there could be consequences. She has medium length blonde hair and I think she's 30-something. She may be the woman on the signpost, I never see her face.

Spoiler for sorta sexy time:

I'm sitting with another woman on a chair/recliner. I wonder if the first woman can see me and is jealous. This second woman is sitting on top of me, and my privates are positioned right there between her slightly open legs. I'm wearing grey sweat pants. She is lightly running her thumb in circles about the tip of my [ahem] through my sweats. I'm trying hard to suppress an erection.

I'm standing up, adjusting my grey sweats trying to adjust/hide my protuberance, when I realize I'm shirtless. I'm quite self conscious about this (I'm still at a work event after all). I see my shirt wadded up as if carelessly thrown to the ground farther on.

Walking through the people I encounter a small boy I see his face, I think he's the son of one of the women I was flirting with. He is trying to tell me something but there is a very loud noise and I have trouble hearing him (WL vehicle noise from outside perhaps?), I eventually understand from him that he was selected by some celebrity (?) to ride in a helicopter. I clasp my right hand with his in congratulations, and I think about swinging him around but I remember I have a hurt right shoulder (WL true!).

I'm looking for lunch, I approach the lunch tables set up. There are other people standing there. I see there are only little pieces of sliced chocolates. I exclaim in frustration, "Oh, God, fucking SLICED CANDY for lunch!???!!"

I see closer to the podium, where a company person is about to make some announcement, that there are a few open-face sandwiches left. They are weird many thing multi-colored layers, I start putting some on my plate. I notice to the left there are some guacamole sandwiches left. They are also open face, lying on their sides, with solid dark green tall slices of guacamole on thick pieces of dark bread. Some guy is encouraging me to eat, because when he talks I will need it.

Awake and up unti l10:30, feeling cold and tired so back to bed, some sort-of WILD attempts, can't get in to a dream despite the buzz feeling. Must have slept at one point because there was a 30 second dream. Then wake at 12:30 with pretty odd recall.

12:30

+ I'm in my dentist's house in a bedroom, a lot of people are around, I'm in a rocking chair that falls over first to the right, then to the left, the dentist's (son?) helps me up both times, I see the dentist out in the hallway eating from a take-out container, I'm waiting for him to finish so I can ask him what I should order everybody from Chinese takeout.

+ I'm in a sort of chorus line? I'm looking for another performing group, there they are on the magazine advertisement. They're all facing away from the camera and a girl in the center apparently has no bottoms on. I'm trying to read something on the page about the name/location of the group(?) but all I can read is an apology that one of the performers was wearing purple instead of black, I see one performing whose outfit is phasing between purple and black.

A (dance teacher?) is berating a parent for not understanding the issues of the child, the mother does not want to hear it.

+ I'm arriving home from work, trudging up the stairs laden with food, I hope my family appreciates my work. At the table are kids and my "wife," who makes a sharp comment about appreciating the meal, I say "yum" unenthusiastically.

3/6/14

The following is all one dream and did make sense as one cohesive dream when I woke up. However, I was too tired to write all the details so just wrote the highlights. Now looking back at it, these look like all kinds of mini-dreams, when they all originally worked together as one plot. I'm happy I at least wrote the main points down though.

I also remembered that aquatic animals is another dream sign of mine.

8:15 am non-lucid

Dream with Japanese Sign Language in it.

Scene with aquatic animals and non-aquatic animals.

Someone is after my family.

High school reunion, my close friend from the farm dream and someone from my home church are there, even though they didn't attend my high school.

A classmate of mine from Japan tried to get me to memorize a Japanese Christian song so covers my eyes when I sang.

I meet a Deaf person who only knows ASL and a hearing person who is learning ASL and JSL. I try to sign with the Deaf person, but since I only know JSL, can not communicate. Eventually, I turn to writing down what I want to say. I'm worried he thinks I am making up signs when it's really a different language. I suppose I was just showing him I know a sign language too and it's nice to meet him.

1. Car keys, red hair dye, playing with my old Gameboy Color accessory, I turned the light off on it after looking through the zoom part.

Inspiration: I put mom’s car keys in her purse, and also saw my sister’s keys. I recently died some of my hair red. No idea why I suddenly dreamed about that old accessory (mine had a top accessory part with a magnifier and light), wow. XD Maybe because one of my palaces is Pokemon Platinum… I only ever played Pokemon back then.

Also, I woke up at 1:36, which is only about 3 hours after I fell asleep. I notice I’m starting to wake around this time for my first awakening, but it's harder for me to remember details later, I need to really work on making better triggers for earlier dreams like this one!

2. I’m talking to someone about some of my old Japanese translations, and there’s a thick book that’s fallen apart in half towards the back. I look at the page number on the second half, which is 40. I’m discussing with someone the plot of the book and where the fallen off half goes.

3. In a field-type area, Cronus rides in on a horse. Eridan looks really glad to see him. It had the feeling of Cronus giving in to something after a long time of not doing it. Like Cronus was accepting his part in whatever was happening. Eridan gets up on the horse behind him.
The image of the two was a bit fuzzy, like I couldn’t gasp the features just right.

Inspiration: ‘Cause I’m rereading Homestuck, just read the conversation between Eridan and Rose where she blows up his computer. xD Also, I just left off in the part in my book where a dragon (probably) finally accepts his place in his destiny. Also, there was an army camped in a field talking serious business. And I just remembered that Eridan rides a seahorse...

Notes: I woke up many times last night, omg. I think it was from overexcitement, my brain was too active. I had tantalizing glimpses of at least two more dreams but couldn’t tease the details out. :/

Journal Entry non-lucid #52 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I have been having interesting dreams lately. I don't do anything particularly interesting as well. I didn't even hear the Robert Monroe. I nearly forgot my dream in this one. I woke up recalled my dream then I started day dreaming. I caught myself before doing that for too long. I then scraped up this.

Dream fragment 1, 8:15pm-1:42 am." SP & Demons": I remember splitting my body in two and going into two direction, but I don't remember the details. I also remembered driving fast on a mountain. I with in the car with LS. He became scared when I drove fast on the mountain. He asked me if we could go to the park. I looked out on the mountain and thought we could jump we will be alright. We started running down the mountain, in no time we reached the ground, as if the height of the mountain was just an illusion. I saw another guy named LS, relatively big compared to other one, and he joined us. I forgot what we were doing and met up with my sister. She told me about some DC that showed up in her dream that won't stop bugging her. I thought about it and I said their was a DC in my dream as well. I said his name. I felt like I was beginning to wake up. I felt a weird sensation like SP. I couldn't move and I heard a voice that said angrily MY NAME IS NOT _____ (I don't remember). I was scared at the moment because I couldn't move. I thought maybe it was SP. I thought if it is a demon it could hold me down again. I said your name is _____. Nothing, so I continued the dream, shortly waking afterwards.

In short I should have became lucid and also there was no demons just an active imagination. I woke up after this but I didn't recall anything.

Possible dream sign:

Emotion: Fear,
Context: "Wacky context"; jumping from mountain
Sensation: S.P sensation

I had as usual multiple dreams and could only recall 2 of them, both very strange.

Dream 1

I was late for a science experiment so I arrived at a college after class to do the experiment. I had a piece of wire that I needed to create a "plasma" at the end, which was basically a pulsing light at the end of the wire that gave an electric shock when touched. I was following instructions on a leaflet on what to do. It then said I needed to apply the plasma under my tongue and that it would then project a larger image of my teeth but in building form on a screen to show what state my teeth were in. I placed the wire carefully on a table so that the plasma bit at the end didn't touch anything and went to brush my teeth and gargle some mouth wash. I was brushing thoroughly with a toothbrush but the head was that of a round electric toothbrush. I was being very thorough cleaning everything including the gums very carefully so they wouldn't bleed since I knew I hadn't brushed in a while and the gums were very soft and easy to damage. I used an antibacterial mouth wash then remembered I had some listerine that had been advertised "for people who spit blood when brushing". I rinsed my mouth with the listerine as well, but I had no sink to spit the soapy mess of mouth was and toothpaste. I spat it out onto a jersey and then realised what I had done and went to clean it off fast, but there was no stains on it and it wasn't even wet. Satisfied my mouth was clean as it was gonna get I placed the wire into my mouth. The "plasma" was now a very tiny glowing white dome with a dark base and I had to insert it so the flat side was touching the flesh under the tongue, but it went on the wrong way. I fiddled about with it until I got it the right way up, and then it morphed into a very tiny web cam that clamped itself into the flesh and began projecting the image onto a screen. What I saw was the gums and lines of ruined houses made out of computer chips that were crumbling and falling to pieces, and looked like brown moss around the bases to represent plaque. The tutor came up to see my progress and said "oh dear, doesn't look very good in there doesn't it?" I suddenly started to feel woozy. "That'll be the morphine" said the tutor. "Morphine?" I said drowsily. I began to panic as I was due for an operation soon and knew they were going to give me lots of morphine that I could overdose with this extra in my system. "Don't worry it's only a small amount" said the tutor. "It'll wear off quickly." I noticed the area under the tongue didn't hurt anymore and was numb. Just as well because if the little "plasma" bot in my mouth had pierced itself into the flesh to stay in one spot then it was going to sting coming out again. The dream then ended.

Dream 2

I was wearing a long red dress and a black cashmere jumper that had shrunk in the wash that the sleeves were halfway up my arms and gripping into the skin. I also was wearing my black and silver cross pendant. I was walking up some stairs following the person who owned the place, the walls were a tomato red colour, and as we reached the landing there was various trinkets hanging on the wall like a shop. I saw a charm necklace with charms of bibles, crosses and figurines of saints. I looked at it with awe and took it off the hanger. "Now where have I seen this design before..." I said. "Oh, that's a very popular necklace" said the owner. I looked down at my silver and black cross pendant which had tiny little crosses dangling off the huge cross made of pewter and faux gems and held it up. "Ah!" said the owner seeing its similar design. I put the necklace back on its hanger. "This one is more me though, more of a gothic look to it" I said looking at the pendant. "If you like goth then I think I know just the person for you" said the owner. "She's called Rachiel, but she is very particular about her friends." I was shown into a room that had a very small bar at the back. The room looked more like a chef's kitchen than a bar, and in the middle of the room was a large metal table and a woman was sat on top of it surrounded by other people wearing heavy metal gothic clothes. She had her hair in messy dreads and were of various shades of brown. Her face was almost completely decorated with piercings and she had various tatoos on her arms and wearing scraggy clothing. She was Rachiel, and she was head of this place. As I walked in she laughed in a mocking way and everyone else went quiet. "What in the hell is THAT?!" she shouted, glaring at me. The whole room stared right at me. I began to walk around the crowd towards the bar. She was saying other insulting things to me that I couldn't recall what she said, but I responded to her with "Whatever" and proceeded to the bar. "If you want to prove yourself to me then you'll order a" I can't recall the name of the drink she said. I knew what the recipe was in the dream but again I can't recall it, and I knew it was a potently spicy drink that could make a person gag. I leaned over to the barman and asked him "Does it have spices in it?" He didn't seem to acknowledge me at first and the rest of the room were eager to know if I was going to order it and drink it in front of them. I asked the barman again "Has it got spices in it?" The barman had a dirty face and a fat cigar inbetween his teeth. He grinned at me and nodded his head "Oooh yeah" he said. I looked around to see what else there was to drink. There was a few cheap lagers on tap and just a couple of bottles of spirits behind him, nothing special. I decided against ordering anything and walked towards Rachiel. Another girl with a black nose ring and dyed black hair questioned me. I stood at her side and without looking at her I said "Normally I would accept your challenge, but I am allergic to spices." She rolled up her eyes and grabbed hold of a small backpack saying something along the lines of "Come on guys, let's leave this loser to it" and a bunch of people left the room with her, leaving just me with Rachiel and a small number of lads around her. She didn't look very impressed with me. Then I noticed I had a shopping bag and inside it was a small number of things including an ibuprofen in inhaler form and a ventolin inhaler, and a bottle of cheap shower gel I bought from Aldi. The lid had popped off the shower gel and everything inside it was coated in the gel, only it wasn't gel it was now like a mixture of oil and honey that crystalized when dried on. I ran into a toilet area which was decorated in blue tiles and put the bag onto a shelf and began rummaging inside seeing what I could rescue. The ibuprofen inhaler looked like a small bottle of Ariel liquid gel and was unusable, so I discarded it. I frantically pulled out my ventolin inhaler and pulled it apart. The oily mess had dried on and would need a toothbrush to clear it out and lots of hot water, but I was in such a panic that I started breathing at the back of my throat. It wasn't an actual asthma attack as I couldn't feel anything in the chest, but I was getting just as loopy from hyperventilating and losing my footing. Someone helped to hold me upright. I thought about coughing but it would've been a clear cough and not needed, so I tried instead to calm down. I felt like such a weakling, a girl posing as a badly dressed goth entering a club led by a heavy metal goth gang having multiple allergies and asthma. A man rushed into the room with an oxygen mask, it was a paramedic in a very dark green cotton jumpsuit. I knew I didn't need it, but then I woke up coughing and wheezing with my chest rattling like crazy and kept dropping back to sleep almost recalling the dream from where it left off but more as a waking dream, rewriting it half awake. Every time I woke up I would say "Hand pick up the ball!" as a way of telling me to wake up properly and get out of bed. It took several attempts to properly wake up and get out of bed with me finally saying loudly "Hand pick up the ball!" and pulling the covers off me and pushing myself up.

Last night, I dreamt that I was in Venezuela. I was with a girl and we were waiting on another girl to come so we could lucid dream together. When she finally got there, I noticed she had a tattoo similar to the one on my shoulder blade. We went outside and I got pushed or something and had to scale a cold river that was partially frozen. I slipped a few times but finally made it up. When I did, I had spiked brass knuckles on my hands and had to fight some dudes. I wrestled them to the ground but then I left. I saw my cousin Cristiam and I wrestled him to the ground, pinned him, and then started punching him in the face and stomach.

All I remember in my dream was a group of people and maybe some driving. I also remember dreaming about my Magma M249 from Counter-Strike. I was able to select the colors and when selecting, I'd be in space looking at a cluster of colored stars.

Haven’t been interested in recalling dreams to extensive detail, except for a few that were just too overwhelming and crazy to generalize.

124+ Lucid dreams since the time I joined this site. Of course, with the other 1,022+ dream sets I’ve made, if I took time to see where I could’ve been lucid, the number would be much higher. Maybe there could’ve been more in the 2,000-3,000 dreams from 2011 to early 2014 recalled; the exact number of dreams recalled is still unknown seeing how I had different formats of clunking several dreams into one entry compared to the separate entries I’m doing on a separate program, and then combining it to as few entries on this site as possible. But by that point, it would just be a bias and problematic wondering how I would become aware of my existence in the dreaming state. Oh well, we all have to start somewhere.

It’s amazing how putting in a lot of hours within a few weeks that I did for image streaming last year would make dream recall easier. It’s just a matter of actually caring to have unwavering acknowledgement of all dreams, nonsensical, hidden with deep symbolism, or actually a potential to relate to helping quotidian lifestyles in waking life.

It’s hard being busy with the streaming of inspirations in my head in waking life, and wanting to do the same in the dreaming state. I think I prefer the former since there always seems to be a direction to go to fortunately.

To anyone that seems to have episodic struggles with lucid dreaming attempts: Persevere with your shittiness until you get good at it. It’s a constant struggle that you’ll just have to accept every now and then. If I couldn’t find some way to reduce how I react in the cluster of dreams filled with a myriad of emotions, or some inspiration to animate them, I highly doubt I would have any more incentive to recall them.

30.01.2014

Public Shower with Women (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

• Outside in public shower near a pool I guess
• At least three females diagonally front of me
• They're wearing bras and panties only
• One wears a light sky blue bra and panty
• I'm pause for a moment, and then wake up.

_________________________

30.01.2014

Riding a School Bus to Catch a Missed School Bus (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yeah, that's pretty much it. It took a while before I decided to give up after doing something futile where I didn't even know the location of the school I was supposed to go to.

31.01.2014

Kingdom Hearts Themed Island? (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I know for the time being is that the island I was residing in the dream was related to Kingdom Hearts in some way. I don't know, it's just what's initially showing up in my mind.

I did all sorts of random things with dream characters, but I can't remember any significant or memorable moments. It had that weird feeling of accepting the illusion of comfort in a confined island, similar to what I'm sure the main characters had during their childhood.

03.02.2014

Clipboard of Teleportation & Wanting to Take a Photograph with Victoria (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside of a store that looks a lot like the H-E-B within my area in waking life. Apparently, I have a job in this dream, though I’m not sure what it is I’m doing specifically. I’m wearing a red polo shirt, seeing how that would be one of the default colors to wear along with some colored dress pants.

I’m holding a clipboard which I believe also had the color of red, and there’s paper attached under the clip. There’s a square that’s split into a series of smaller squares that are numbered.

05.02.2014

Petting a Horse/Dog Hybrid (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm petting a horse/dog hybrid that's vanilla colored.

I'm petting it, and then I move around the environment without any kind of indicator if I'm in a body or not. I seem to be able to go through walls, and I see a few wolves that are inside a dark area. They have yellow eyes, and have a mix of brown and black fur.

They seem to be friendly.

06.02.2014

Walking on Sand (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

>Walking on sand
>Entities that looked like they were lost and trying to find somewhere to go surround me
>I have to walk behind them and keep walking to convince them to move forward and being purified
>One of them transforms into an older man holding a brown folder, or binder

07.02.2014

Petting a Cat & Backing Up A Vehicle (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

>Petting a cat, enjoying experiencing the sensation of petting it

>Backing up a vehicle that I thought was a Blazer, ends up being a motorcycle

15.02.2014

Running Away From Robert Knepper & Prison (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m on the run, and it seems I’m helping some prisoners escape while trying to elude Robert Knepper. His hairstyle is similar to his role as T-Bag in Prison Break in Season 4 most specifically. I’m not too sure on what his overall composition was, but it seems he was shifting from a human body to something like a large insect composition.

I’m wearing an outfit similar to what Michael Scofield wore in Season 4 of Prison Break, except the sweater probably has a darker hue from this:

The closest I can associate to this transient form of is U3 from Resident Evil 4, except this time the overall color for the bottom region is a mix of brown and a few overlays of red, and other warm colors.

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Spoiler for u3:

Now, all that really mattered to me was making sure I kept moving forward, and that the prisoners I was saving can get out safely. I believe it was two females, or one female and a female, or maybe three individuals that I’m saving, but I’m not too sure because of the cluster of adrenaline and fear surging through my dream body.

My initial presumption was that I’m escorting Michelle Obama, and one of her daughters, or Obama and Michelle. Whatever the case, it seems that I keep implying that I’m saving them within the dream, but the more I try to avoid Knepper, the less I see the presumed dream characters. It’s really dark outside, and it doesn’t seem that I have to worry about security, light towers, or anything that would require systematic planning, or contingencies at all.

I noticed that I’m going through a cyclical process of running for a few times within the dream. It starts out with heading for a slope, and having to go upwards. The hill itself consists of brown dirt with a few rocky substances here and there, and there’s a set of light gray cemented stairs on my right that I can take to skip the grind work of going up the hill.

I take the opportunity, while constantly being weary of how Knepper may be close to chopping my body in half, to jump abnormally to skip a few steps of the stairs, and eventually reach the apex of the hill. I look down, and turn my head to the left to find a small house that I can go to that seems to lead to path of other houses that could be used as a shortcut, and give me more stalling time from Knepper.

17.02.2014

Shooting Arrows at Large White Monster (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Feels like I'm playing an MMORPG, and I have a Ranger role where I can shoot arrows that have a dark blue arrowhead with a light sky blue aura surrounding the tip.

There's a huge white whale like creature, or seal like creature that's coming after me. I click on the creature with a mouse click I'm presuming, and the character starts shooting arrows rapidly at it.

It seems the creature is pretty close to potentially eating the character, but I can't recall what happened next.

21.02.2014

Finger Gets Shot & Golden Retriever (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a house, and the dream characters, despite of not seeing them clearly

Running away, ran for a mile, came back to house, had to go up stairs

Open door, relative is there, golden retriverer barking at me at front door, but not biting me

He gets out of the house and pushes a lady that was with a guy.

Tells them to get out, closes the door, he goes back in, I do too, he gets mad, waves gun, I stay near door, back to door, sitting down telling him not to shoot, hands up, he shoots one of my finger, or fingernail


Reverts back to normal

28.02.2014

Someone is Kidnapped (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

>Someone is kidnapped, and I'm apparently trying to save them, even though I don't know who it is I'm after

>I'm listening to someone that seems to be the one taking the person hostage

>They're instructing me to do all sorts of things

>Relatives are suddenly involved in helping me out

>White SUV is being driven by a relative, never seen him ride one before of that color

>Female relative ends up going to clinic to get a prescription that's important for complying with the kidnapper's demands

>Dream shifts to where I'm at a docking area of some sort

>I head to a shed, and before I enter, I see a green frog outside

>I decided to play around with it, and started to throw it up a bit

>Then I went back to focusing in entering the shed

>Two floor panels near the entrance, I only step on one

>Open door

>Kidnapper, that sounds like an old and cerebral female, tells me I made the wrong move

>Apparently I wasn't allowed to get anyone to help me to comply with her demands

>Dream shifts to where I'm reading a manga that looks like Naruto Shippuden

>I see Kakashi, Obito, and Rin in their childhood years

>Kakashi and Rin are side by side, Obito is on the opposite side

>Someone is holding Obito's head as his body slowly elevates from being picked up

>Obito's head comes off, and only his scalp and hair remains within the person's grasp

>Kakashi and Rin freak out


>I can't take this dream anymore

04.03.2014

Peter Bergman, Running Away From Bombing, and Lady in Red Gives Up On Wedding (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Things start out at a luxurious hotel, and it takes a while before I realize that I’m dreaming. Some dream characters that come to mind is one that looked like Peter Bergman from the Young and the Restless:

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Along with Joshua Morrow as well:

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The latter doesn’t seem to show up until later on in the dream, but I’m quite confused on when he does arrive.

I honestly saw this dream as so nonsensical (and the ones a few days before it), that it wasn’t really enticing enough for me to type it down. So my memory is going to be a bit patchy due to wanting to forget this altogether.

The hotel room itself was comfortable enough for a gregarious conversation with the dream characters, and it also felt as if we were on the higher floor as well. I couldn’t make out the actual conversations streaming through, but it seems there’s a scheme to bomb part of the hotel apparently. I can’t recall how I specifically reacted, but I felt things were going to get intense very quickly.

Joshua Morrow comes in at some point, and I believe he’s wearing a brown jacket with some milky light brown fur around the collar, along with wearing regular denim blue jeans. He has his hairstyle groomed and gelled up:

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The dream overall has this celestial, blurry, and slightly dark overlay to it. It clearly made it prevalent that this was a dream, and it almost felt like the kind of atmospheric overlay you’d see at sunset, or something like that. While the dream characters are having a conversation over whatever, it seems that Peter Bergman has a control switch in his left hand. It’s a typical black box with a red button, and other small buttons in there as well.

He becomes impatient, and wants to click the switch now, which basically blows up everything within the room. No damages are done to me, him, and any other dream character that happened to be there. But my instinct was to run away before something more catastrophic would occur. Panic initiates, and I feel that somewhere during the run, I glanced over the window, and saw that people were already forming groups outside to see what was happening.

Joshua Morrow plays a significant role in this part to some extent, but my memory is kind of horrible at this point for what he really helped out on. All I could presume is that he helped me find a way for shortcuts to reduce suspicion from others that I, or anyone else in that same hotel room were advocates of the bombing event.

After this, the dream shifts, and despite of the inconsistency of the next dream, I felt this one had some correlation with the previous. Simply because the atmospheric overlay was the same, and my emotions at the time still had a high sense of adrenaline and fear of trying to escape from something.

I’m riding a motorcycle, and I’m driving parallel to someone that’s riding a motorcycle as well. The freeway we’re on is pretty spacious, though the perspective and perception is clearly abnormal. What seems to be large in front of us takes quite a while before it gets smaller. During this ride, I felt as if I was experiencing another virtual reality where an Asian female wearing a red dress wants to propose to me.

Her visage mixes around for a bit, and one was similar to someone in waking life. The moment I saw her face, I was questioning why she would want to propose to me when she’s already in a relationship in waking life. Maybe she wanted me to be the man of honor, but her expression clearly wasn’t one that was friendly, it was more sexual than needed.

Then her visage shifts around with other relative Asian facial compositions, and the shape shifting dream character looks more like she’s in her late 20s to early 30s. For the top section of her long red dress, there’s an “X” format of cloth wrapped around her breast region.

Snap back to the motorcycle riding, and I’m asking the dream character, who I can’t really see too well, on why she would propose, or want me to marry her. Whatever the dream character stated, it eventually ended the conversation, and it seems my reaction to it was that my concern was resolved in some way. Apparently, we were on our way to talk to that same Asian female, and once we met her, she called the wedding off.

I can’t remember anything else after that.

The dream starts with me arriving at "my home" somewhere in the San Francisco Bay Area. Apparently it is a house we recently acquired, and by we in this dream I mean my father and me, although my father is only there briefly at the beginning of the dream. The house is very old and will need significant repair work. There also is no furniture in it yet I think in this first scene.

When we arrive it is raining heavily, and my father expresses concern that the home's drains may not be good enough to handle it. And in fact in that moment, the rain is even heavier and the house starts to flood.

Suddenly we notice a cat in our house. It is a very sad looking starved black cat. It eagerly hops into my arms to get away from the water. At some point while I am holding it, it no longer has fur, and is a naked cat with an almost human expression of suffering on its face. Later in the dream the cat has fur again though. I vaguely notice that the cat has a collar, but I ignore it, because I want this to be my cat.

Another scene: there is no more rain, and a woman whom I know from church is in my house visiting, and I explain about the cat but that we have no cat food. She offers to go buy some. I request she buy two kinds for variety.

I am walking on what appears to be a large stretch of land belonging to my home. I am holding the cat in my arms. And we are both content. I feel remorse though over still not having checked the collar, so I do. The cat's name is Sheri, and the names and address and phone number of her owners are listed. I am surprised that she is from the other side of the bay.

I call the number. A teenager answers and she is delighted that the cat has been found. I give her my address and she will pick the cat up with her parents. After I hang up the cat seems to have an expression of delight on her face. Then a man appears who seems friendly at first but with a bit of creepy soon appearing. He fisrst appears outside.

Then I am inside. The home now is fully furnished as it may have been in the scene when the friend visited (not sure) but unlike the first scene. Also unlike the first scene no mention of my father and I am living in this home alone now. I sit down on the couch. Suddenly the man appears and sits down across the coffee table from me. He wonders why my crochet stuff is not here. I wonder how he knows I crochet. I notice the cat is not with me, and I think she disappeared to hide from the man. I have the sense that he is dangerous maybe even a murderer. He gets up and starts going up the stairs to look for the cat I think.

I realize that I never invited him inside the house. I have an image of him sneaking upstairs with a knife but I don't think he had a knife before. Not sure but maybe this is what happened in the house where the cat disappeared from, the man with a knife, maybe he killed someone there. But I don't know that and I don't know how I suspect that. All I do know is there is a creepy man in my house. I go outside to the car and dial 511, hoping to reach the non emergency police number. Because in my dream I think that having a strange man in my house uninvited does not wore want an emergency call! I explain to the police that I would appreciate an officer coming by my house to check this man out, but I sound defensive, like I know I don't have enough to go on to call the police. After all I do not know that he is a murderer, have no way of knowing.

Meanwhile the cat's family arrive. I explain about the man. They say to call the emergency police number because if it is the man they think it is, he killed grandma, the night the cat disappeared, and is wanted by the police.

I woke up before the police arrived or before the cat or man were seen again.

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Fragment: I remember going to a restaurant to meet my husband I think. I thought he said the restaurant was walking distance but when I start going there, I search for directions and discovered I would need to drive there.

Morning of March 6, 2014. Thursday.



My family and I are living in Brisbane in my dream. However, there is one part where I am in my old apartment on King Street - the middle one of the eastern side. I am looking at Google Maps and trying to determine where our house is from the above view, though the range is much closer than in reality. There is a fictional business full of stacks of old tires (on the corner of a block) where I can see them very closely from above (probably a link to Eco 3, where I worked as a teen), across from a similar business, where I first determine our house is supposed to be, which does not make much sense unless it is a much older image of the area before our house was built. There is a clear association of that area with the fictional restaurant that we owned and supposedly where we lived for a time - from a different dream - and I have intriguing false memories in-dream - of events and times there. I always find it interesting when dreams have clear associations and “memories” of fictional locations in prior dreams. Still, I eventually decide it is not the right location. Looking at the screen, I seem to see two Fifth Streets in a row (shown as 5th Street), running parallel, which seems very unlikely. I work out that one number is actually a six. (In real life, we have the same address as another in the same region, which seems sort of odd). (“Fifth Avenue”, though not directly associated with “Fifth Street”, is associated with unpleasant memories as a young adult, regarding both job injuries and highly corrupt authority, as well as it being the name of a candy bar I sometimes ate during the same time period - irony, I guess.)

I later discover that, for some reason, I have an unknown girl’s schoolbooks at a desk - which may have been either thrown out (perhaps even accidentally) or lost - and I or a family member had recently picked them up. There are three books in the set; the first is more like a textbook and it mostly shows images of military vehicles but there are not many question and answer sections, although there are various loose notebook pages with handwriting in pencil between some pages. I go through the pages for a reasonable amount of time. There are detailed drawings of larger trucks, jeeps, and tanks and the pages include details on various features of the vehicles and their purpose. I anticipate the next book and look through it, which is more workbook-like. I notice all or most of the work has been done, but I am still interested in a challenge of doing the work myself even though I see all the supposed answers. Most of the book is one long series of word associations in lists from phrases or partial phrases and it seems too cryptic in my opinion to make much sense as a task or assessment and I do not see the logic in any implied purpose. Each next phrase, starting from the top of the list, uses a word from the phrase before (with each continuing phrase having two spaces to fill). For example, one may be “He says that he ____ try”, followed by integrating one of the words into the blank of the next partial phrase, “____ you visit the admiral’s office to ____”, the first and second blank being “will”. Oddly, though, there are lines that are in Russian (only now and then), by which the words must be translated before going to next lines. I get the impression that the school was somehow training for the CIA or perhaps the army. I do not get to the third book before my dream shifts.

In the next section of my dream, I am walking through the neighborhood and notice an entire street of extremely decrepit and partially collapsed buildings. Most are residential, but there are also a couple larger business buildings on the corners of the block. I feel a bit strange (I guess a sort of mild embarrassment) living in a town with such features, as if the entire town may someday be like this and no one would maintain anything. There is concern that the front of some of the buildings might fall onto anyone walking through the area. (A neighbor has a garage like this in real life. The entire front is at an angle and there is a wider vertical crack almost all the way from top to bottom. Also, I missed, by mere seconds, an entire garage falling on me, while inside, when we lived in Brisbane years ago.) I talk to the mayor when he mentions that work may be done in the future. I tell him that the area should be transformed into a haunted-house-themed park. He seems to think I am being sarcastic and obnoxious, but I am actually sincere in my idea. I tell him it would draw more people to the town and boost the economy somewhat. (In real life, the town we live in is having more and more businesses closed, some because of the recurring floods, bankruptcy, and so on.)

I am eventually in a house of someone I do not know and the woman’s son and daughter are getting ready for school as she sits at a table in the living room or dining room. I have some sort of magical ability and create a large apple on the table with unusual properties. It is “doubled”; that is, more like two apples fused together into one so that it has two stalks and two calyx areas. The apple is somewhat angular, narrower at the bottom than some other varieties. The woman is seemingly not that impressed or even “bothered” by my magic and I move my hand about and it changes into a different variety of apple, growing slightly darker.

While at the school (location unknown), I decide to ask the girl to stay free for the day and she seems happy about not going into the school. Her brother is apparently still going and seems slightly annoyed. There is a picnic table where I move my hand over the surface and, directly under my right hand, two times in a row, a glass of water grows up from the table as I lift my hand from the surface each time. It seems an interesting magic trick in appearance and sensation. Picnic tables have always been a common feature in my dreams, even in unlikely locations (such as inside houses or in otherwise fancy restaurants).

A movie, documentary-like, is later made of my life, yet also seems to be “real” with the additional characters in their own lives supposedly as themselves. It stars Bill Cosby (yes, I know - highly unlikely to play me) as his “magical” character in “The Meteor Man” and Nicola Cowper as the girl who never went back to school from that day. It may relate to reviewing a couple older dreams such as “My Final Body” and "‘Meteor Men’ and the last of the gypsy carnivals”, because sometimes that happens, especially during the start of hypnopompia and surfacing recent associations.

There was also an offset section of my dream where my sister Marilyn, who had passed away recently, had a (fictional) younger relative who looked exactly like her and was in her house. It seemed vaguely comforting. This part also had a scene where I was looking at workbooks of some kind, on a coffee table, I think calculus or physics.

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Journal Entry non-lucid #51 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: (Also an extension to the LD I had on the same day): My father wished me a LD. I went to sleep and I told myself I will have a LD but no worries if I don't. I placed an importance on remembering a dream than having a LD.

Dream fragment 1, 8:45pm-1:22 am." Dead Indian Lady": I was walking in a line and we were doing mathematics as we walked. The line ended somewhere and I saw my friend EK. He looked a lot like a mix of Tyler the creator. This guy asked my friend to move something so that he could sit down, but EK ignored him. I asked him to stop doing that and he did. A teacher came inside and told us that we were going to watch a movie. I sat back relaxing. Too many ropes around my chair so I started moving them. It made lots of noise like a metal chain. People stared back at me. I didn't seem to care. This guy behind me flinched and clinched his muscles as if to fight me. I got ready and I realized it was someone I knew and was no longer angry. The teacher started telling a story about a women who was flawless in dancing or singing. I walked out to use the bathroom. Instead I ended up in a old room. It looked like a museum. It had glass case for objects. I kept walking and I saw a room with a women sitting there motionless. She had black hair that was long. I looked at her cloth, it didn't look like anything that is casually worn. I assumed it was Indian cloth, it had yellow orange and brown as main colors. I looked at how still her body is and I said she is dead. A girl came inside. She asked why I stopped. I told her (jokingly) "I don't want to be stuck with an old lady telling me old events". I then looked at the women and said, "I give you my blessings, (acknowledging that she is dead), and I wish you happiness". We walked out together. This guy and girl talked as I overheard them. They said our class lies to get out of class talking about going to the bathroom.



Possible dream sign:

Emotion: Angry (x1),
Context: "Wacky context"