non-lucid

Alice (of Wonderland) kneels down and waits. I can see movement behind her, something approaching, but I can't see it clearly from this angle, it's hidden behind Alice, until it gets close enough to be standing right behind her: a man and a woman, something off about their eyes. I'm aware they're here to take her to (Purgatory or the Underworld, something like that). I can hear music, a tune that reminds me of vaudeville.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Three people from a motorcycle gang, driving down an empty highway surrounded by fields of tall dry yellow grass, passing a billboard where the ad's been scraped off. I can only remember vague fragments of the previous scene, but it had been focused on the leader of these three, and he'd been trying to escape something - fate, his role in life, something like that. The transition to this scene means he's failed to escape. He's thinking something about a murder that happened in the past. There are police ahead of them, waiting for them.

POV switches to those 'police', although they look more like military. Weapons are being distributed, grenade launchers, and one of them exclaims over the model, he's very knowledgeable about it and excited to be using it - he says his father or uncle used this same model in a certain war. Another cop, one who'd been in that war himself, says something sarcastic, along the lines of "Did he? That's nice. Did he bring it home for you to play with?" The cop who'd been excited goes quiet, says "Well, no, but..." The cop who'd been in the war doesn't like hearing it talked about by people who weren't there, feels strongly about those memories being something you should keep apart, not bring home to your family. But he starts talking about it now - he says, "Good war, (he says a year). A single man could've turned the tide by pledging his country to one power or another. And even a warrior likes to hear that."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm in the moon kingdom from PGSM. (One of my lucid goals is to travel to the moon - I suspect that inspired this non-lucid.) Chibiusa's here, she grew up here, and I'm thinking, wait, how can Usagi and Mamoru's daughter be living in this time period?

The scene changes with that thought. In the present, on earth, Mamoru's working as some kind of private security, wearing a suit, standing with other security around a limo that's stopped in the middle of the road, having some kind of confrontation. He's in trouble here, and he's aware Usagi's in trouble elsewhere and he won't be able to reach her to help her. He's holding something small and black, and he's remembering when it was given to him by a man who told him some words to memorize in order to use it, to transform. I'm thinking, the fact that he had to memorize the words indicates that he wasn't Endymion at all, he was simply playing Endymion's role, filling in for him; this was also indicated by the uniform that he transformed into, which resembled Endymion's but was much darker, almost black, unlike the real Endymion's much lighter blue. Now that he's trapped, he passes that black object along to one of the other men working security with him. He starts to tell that man the words he must memorize, but as he starts to say them, the man taking the black object finishes the words himself, he already knows them - indicating that, by chance or rather by fate, that black object has finally been passed on to its real owner. Endymion's true, light, uniform appears on him, and he leaves to find Usagi, flying through the air - which I have an incredibly bad feeling about. The real Endymion isn't necessarily a good person for Usagi to know.

The other people Mamoru was with have left the scene, Mamoru's now kneeling in the street, surrounded by cops with a misunderstanding, and a police detective is holding a sword to Mamoru's throat. One of the cops calls the detective away - there's some order over the radio that means both that they're needed elsewhere and that Mamoru isn't guilty of whatever it was they think he did and should be released. The detective is extremely reluctant to follow this order, he doesn't want to let Mamoru go. The cop relaying the orders from the radio phrases those orders in a way that praises the detective's work up until now and stresses how much he's needed, and finally the detective releases Mamoru and he and the cops all get into their cars and drive off, towards a bridge.

More fragments I really need to get my act together here!

1. I was in a studio space working on an art project when people started coming into the room. I was ticked off cause I thought I had the space to myself. I was trying to get out a rolled up piece of paper from a metal cylindrical container that had lots of meter sticks and rulers sticking out of it. I was flailing my arms, knocking over everything around me but I could not manage to get the paper out, then this guy I remember from highschool comes over and he is pissed because I was making so much noise. He takes the container from me and with ease pulls out the paper and gives it to me. I am so mad because I felt like they shouldn't be angry cause I was in their first and they chose to come in to the room.

2. Peter from family guy was in my house, maybe he was my dad but I don't think he was. Anyways he was angry cause someone ate his chocolate Popsicle and he was blaming it all on meg. I walked into the living room and told him that I ate it and tomorrow I would buy him another one. He went downstairs and I followed him. He was sitting on shelves and eating the Popsicles that he he hidden down there. I was like the son of a gun tricked me! And I confronted him and we had an eating competition. But I was eating something like a fruit roll up and we we're try to take the biggest bites to finish first. Peter won and I don't remember what happened after that.

3. I was apart of a class and we were talking to the professor in a forest. Some kid mentioned that the prof should put his lectures online and that he should also be online to answer question. The prof was like "ya maybe I should just give you all the answers" in a sarcastic tone.

I needed to redo a scientific paper. Mostly I needed to delete redundant parts, such as diagrams that started with a chemical / molecular composition of something, then something else, and ending on the same chemical/molecular composition. Trouble was that this pruning effort was the suggestion of someone we were working with, but while I agreed it was needed, I worried my boss would not like it. This someone else we worked with was saying that the current paper was written "so old school", also suggesting that we should not strive to directly and thoroughly answer the questions asked, but succinctly show our capabilities.

today i dreamt my dad was asking me which birthday gift i wanted.
I really didn't know but i said
"I want to watch a car race, although the tickets are too expensive"
he told me
"don't worry about the price"


Dream elements:

-my dad
-birthday

Technique used: ----------

hours slept: 11 hours

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm at a white round table with my dad, were talking about a photo that's on the table I think.
Now my sister Chloe is at the table drawing something.

2. [Non-Lucid]
I'm in some sort of 2D video game where we have to jump from platform to platform, I got to part of the level where there were spikes that I kept jumping onto them, was a difficult area, The platforms were coloured black and I think turn red when you land on them.

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Possible dream signs:
Dad, Chloe

(2/12/14)

Sitting on my bathroom floor, I stare down the toilet and wonder idly to myself if it has always been this shiny. There is a bound notebook perched on the back part as if I had set it there just before taking my position in front of the bowl. Ellie, my roommate, walks in, probably to pee, but stops short when she sees I'm already occupying the premise, the surprise apparent in her expression.
"Oh, don't worry," I say. "You didn't walk in on anything."
"Oh...kay..." she says, but its clear from her tone that she doesn't believe me. From the way things look, I don't blame her.
There's sunlight streaming in from the window behind me which is in a wall that, in the waking world, is connected to my bedroom. In the dream world I don't find this the least bit suspicious, however, as I revel in the feel of gentle warmth on my back. Ellie is still there, I can tell she wants to know what I'm doing but isn't sure if she should ask so instead just hovers awkwardly.
"Have you ever tried to lucid dream?" I ask her.
"...no...?"
"Well, it's impossible. I've tried everything and I still can't do it." I pick up my dream journal, evidently the bound notebook, and shake it at her to emphasize my point.
She lifts an eyebrow in response.
Seeing that she doesn't understand my frustration and feeling to exasperated to explain things to her, I stand and make my way toward the door, figuring I can leave the bright, shiny toilet flusher to be examined at another time. As I do, I can't help but think that Jesse will be disappointed with me--a thought that lingers in my mind as I pass through the door and into the waking world.

The questions is, who the hell is Jesse?

15.02.2014

The Basketball Late-Night Show (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It was some kind of late-night talkshow. The guests on a couch were 3 basketball players one of which was basically Dirk Nowitzky with a freakishly large head. It looked like a glitching videogame. It was a bit frightening to be honest.

The show master and the 3 guests were loudly and intensely talking, laughing a lot. One of the guests had a basketball and the guys were throwing it around all the time.
At one point the showmaster, sitting on a desk in front of the guests got the ball and threw it away. The ball landed perfectly in a blue basket that was standing around in the corner of the room. The guests and the live audience went haywire, clapping and cheering.
Some guy appeared from under the showmasters desk, looking a bit dissatisfied and says something inaudible to the showmaster. The showmaster answers: "What? We rehearsed this!"

After this my first alarm clock went of which I had set because I wanted to try a WBTB thing. I had slept about 3 hours by now.
So I sat up on my bed, wrote down the notes about the 2 dreams I had, drank a bit from the bottle of water next to my bed and made myself ready for a WILD, laying down on my back. I never had success with this technique and I didn't this time either. I was just laying there constantly telling myself to have a lucid dream and that I wanted to revisit the hotel from my previous dream "The Familiar Hotel" but I just couldn't fall asleep.
After some time I stopped trying. I checked the clock (I hadn't moved for a solid hour, trying to get a WILD working) and tried to sleep in a more comfortable position. I couldn't. After those first 3 hours I didn't sleep at all this night.

Trying to get back to the hotel from my dream "The Familiar Hotel" will be my main goal for the next few nights.
I want to find out why this hotel seemed so familiar to me, what happened in the part of the dream that I don't remember anymore and, if I have some time left, do a task of the month.

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Morning of February 15, 2014. Saturday.



I had apparently been working with colored pencils, mostly writing but uncertain of all the content other than having a focus on dreams. Different colors seem to relate to different dream types.

There is a feature of two pencils forming a cross, which seems to have some significance. One is blue, one is red.

I have an association with an intersection, which is a recurring feature in my dreams. It may relate (in this case) to having different views than someone else, or “going in a different direction”, yet in contrast, it also has the implication of meeting or coming together. Thus, there is the aspect of ambiguity.

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15.02.2014

The 10-person-bedroom (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a 10 person bedroom. I guess it was some kind of a hotel.
A bag of stuff was lying in the middle of the room and I was somehow chosen to assign the stuff from the bag to the 10 beds. It was mostly clothing. I think it was 10 different outfits/customes.
While I was putting the outfits on the individual beds I noticed a bunch of buttons on a wall which turned out to be the controls for the electronic rolling shutters from the windows. I wanted to put them all up so I get some light in this room. The problem was the shutters weren't all the same. Some were older some were newer and it was hard to figure out how the individual controls of them all worked. I worked it out eventually though.
I continued putting the clothes on the beds after that. That's when I noticed that there was a giant entrance to a tube in one of the walls. Appearently it was a slide that led to another room in which my sister and my father were sitting and talking to each other. I was able to hear every single word. At some point they started to talk about me. I don't quite remember what they were saying but it wasn't anything positive.

After a while I got confused about my task and wasn't sure anymore if I had put the right stuff on the right beds.
My sister entered the room, told me I did a good job and grabbed something that was a weird mix of an audiocassette and a drinking glass. She asked me in a serious tone if I drank from that. I answered that I didn't and asked her why the hell she even has an audiocassette.

Possible Dreamsign: Hotels

Journal Entry Lucid #8 Dream,Lucid, Comments)
Background: I watched an inspirational video when I did WBTB, I woke up around 3 am, I slept around 4:30 am . It was about success and becoming successful. I also watched a video about Mohammed Ali saying "I will show you how great I am". I watched this before bed. I didn't read about LD though. I went to sleep and I accepted that if I don't get a LD it is because I didn't work hard. Not because I can't have one. I said to myself 'I will show you how great I am'. I kept saying this imagining myself become lucid.

I had a dream but I got awoken up by my alarm at 5:50. I went back to sleep and got this.

Dream fragment 1 from 8:20pm-2:30am"": I was in some room and we were told to decorate something. This girl followed me around and I walked up to her and I said, "what is your name?"she said, "Cindy". She looked down at her shoe all shy. I walked around my sister's room she had art pieces that I have never seen on canvas. Her room is usually a mess so I didn't see it as much. I met some nurses on my way. They were telling me that they were nurses before they even had a degree. I came back to the room and Cindy already decorated it for me. She yelled surprise and everybody pops out of their hiding spot. The decoration looked colorful and vibrant but mostly childish and innocent. Their was flowers and little trees. I told her it looked magnificent and that she knows how to decorate. I thought in my head though, it is still a bit childish but it is fine.

This guy came tripped over a tree Cindy made and he rolled on a movable chair and he kept rolling around for a while. We were all laughing. It seemed that we were in a different context as he fell. The scene changed with out my notice. We were now in some sort of comedy sketch. Apparently porn stars came to watch the comedy sketch. These were not porn stars but people I know in waking life, they are not friends of mine just people that I see around some times. I laid down on three chairs as I watched the comedy sketch. I became aware of that and I thought I wouldn't normally act like this. I started becoming self conscious about myself but for some reason stopped caring. DC were getting upset because I was talking to my friend. They kept looking at me with disgust. Then the alleged porn stars started talking about their nipple piercing. I was still laying down so I didn't see it, but every one else that saw it became disgusted by it. The one that showed her nipple piercing left to her boyfriend. Apparently he forced her to get the piercing. I went outside with my friends to see the drama. I see this guy walking behind her, skinny scrawny guy. It looked like DMX. I started laughing, I said, "DMX is like give me back my crack women!". The DC started laughing with me, I didn't like what I said, I felt sad that I was laughing at somebody's misfortunes. This DC started starring at me, he gave me a death stare. I said to him, "If DMX didn't smoke crack he would be a better role model". He snapped out of the trance, and he said, "ah huh yeah". He grabbed a basketball and he made it. Then I caught the rebound. They had about three now. It kept coming to me. This guy walked by me with his basketball. We switched off. I left them to go inside.

I saw about 3 or 4 people. I thought there is no way all those people left through the door that I walked from. Their was a bigger door in front of us but I thought they couldn't leave that fast. Let me do a RC. I looked at my hands and counted 1..2..3..4...5 but as I was doing this I noticed that for each hand there was multiple copies of one finger as I moved it to count. I realized I was dreaming. I said I am dreaming to the DC. She looked at me without a care in the world. I told her to get out my way. She didn't want to move. I started to get very angry. I tried stabilizing the dream but couldn't. It got dark. I told myself to let go a little of my lucidity.I started seeing this bright light shaking and making, "Vhmmmm" noises.I lost full lucidity and had a dream about being on a YouTube video

Journal Entry non-lucid #34 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I didn't do any type of meditation. I didn't do any incubation or visualizations.

Dream fragment 1, 8:13pm-2:52am."": I remember walking to the living room. My sister was watching sponge-bob with me. She gave me a sandwich, she asked me to put something on it. As I was walking to the kitchen I thought what was that darn thing she asked for. I opened up drawers. I walked back to her and I said what did you want again? she said mayonnaise, I asked mayo or mayonnaise? not catching they are the same thing my sister said mayonnaise, I didn't catch it either. I went outside and I saw this machine that spun around squirting water all over the place and it propels itself.

I also remember my mother telling me about spirituality, and the part I remember most was an advice she gave me, "remember what makes you happy and try to let go what doesn't".I thought this was a much needed advice. I woke up feeling like crap on my neck and I realized I was tossing and turning nearly the whole night.

1. [Non-Lucid]
We seem to be investigating the disappearance of a child, we are looking around his room and we find behind the cupboard a buzz light-year toy that is broken, the packaging is still with it and we notice a white peg glued on the back, we then assume the child got given the toy by some stranger who then followed him home, then abducted him in the night.

I'm in my living room and were talking about the missing child, hes has been missing for a while, a woman standing across from me in an angry voice kinda shouting says "How is a child suppose to live this long in this weather" (Tornado force winds that are pounding the country at the moment).

I now appear to be in a BMW of some sort, (there's some voice talking about these really old sweets coming from nowhere) I now have a bag of these old sweets so I grab 1 and I examine it, its multi-colored like tutti-frutti I guess, its rectangular and looks faded. They all look pretty similar, my mum is in the car with me and says "lets try one" so she bites one in half and I say "don't eat it all, I wanna try it" so she gives me the other half and then she goes to find a toilet.

While shes gone I think about and imagine driving the car around to have some fun but I have no license and mum would probably be angry at me, also maybe I would get arrested.

2. [Non-Lucid]

Fragments:
Something about my Auntie

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Possible dream signs:
Mum, Buzz Light-year, Auntie

I was in a Wendy's with my mom and dad and we were getting food. I was sitting by myself at a table and the strangers in the other tables were asking me what I was ordering. I told them I only ever get one item on the menu which was a burger I think it had bacon and cheese on it too. These other people were telling me I needed to try other things and I was adamant that I did not want to. I didn't even like what I was ordering but it seemed like it was the "best of a bad bunch" so to speak and I kept imagining chicken nuggets and I thought it was disgusting.

We went to go shopping but we were at my dad's job. He worked in construction but he had an office in a building too. And my mom wanted to buy him boots that were high cause he ruined his other ones. She was so furious at him for really no reason. My dad put in these tan coloured boots with fur at the top. He was completely oblivious that mother was mad at him. She tried to make it obvious by giving him the cold shoulder but he didn't care and just talked to a coworker.

Me and my mom drove home but really it was just a public swimming pool. I felt the water and it was he perfect temperature so I jumped in. My parents also were swimming and it was fun. I popped my head out of the water and my dad took a picture of my face I told him a didn't want him to do that. Then I was mad because he brought that picture to his job and his co-workers saw it. I wrote a whole letter of how I did not want him to do that and just a bunch of nonsensical stuff really. Then I looked at the photo and the picture wasn't even of me but of some woman I have never seen before she was mixed between black and white. Anyways I then didn't care about the whole situation. I continued to swim and I was practicing my cartwheels and round offs.

Morning of February 14, (Valentine’s Day) 2014. Friday. (There were at least four versions within a closer time period).



I can say with personal certainty that (for myself, that is), relating to my last dream, seeing a crib being dismantled is an indication of actual death in real life (precognitive symbol - possibly also a confirmation symbol for others as well). This is based on several similar dreams over a lifetime - each time I also felt that the “crib should be mine” (“because of my children” - the first time being before I even had children in real life) but did not say anything in my dream. I did not check any “dream dictionaries” if this meaning dominates - but it seems fairly obvious assuming they even have “dismantling a crib” - then again, most “dream dictionaries” are based on indirect fabricated divination aspects rather than obvious logic in many cases and many of these scam artists do not accept precognition (the main guiding force behind dreams) due to wanting to promote “dream dictionaries” and “interpreters” and such, but I digress.

In this last case, it was a white wooden crib with a sunflower symbol (decal) on the upper part behind the headboard. Sunflowers have something to do with people “becoming angels” which first seemed to occur around age thirteen I think - directly relating to the movie “The Other” (1972) and my recurring associations, as I saw the movie often enough that it is fixed in my memory.

Now onto this dream (again, a direct follow-up to “My brother-in-law’s plan” which also had a mention of McDonald’s - a bit odd, I think). It is one of those dreams that repeats about four or five times through at least two stages of near-waking as if in some sort of continuity of “practice modes” - this is why it is sometimes difficult to write the “dream” in a linear fashion, as the majority of the more significant dreams I have had repeat a few times in one night with only minor variations or even many times over a ten year period (sometimes a dream that is very clearly and precisely a “follow-up” dream occurs years after the first). In this case, I seemed less ill-at-ease each time the UFO (classic alien flying saucer) hummed overhead or when the vacuum cleaner came in (though in the first few versions, no buildings were destroyed as in the final version). In the last version, there was the sound of glass shattering and it just went to another building. This was the most vivid sound and most vivid part of my dream. I am somehow aware that the flying glass shards are somewhat kidney-shaped (though it was the liver in reality - the kidneys came secondly, I think, based on some details I learned of today).

I am with several other (unknown) people at a McDonald’s restaurant in La Crosse. However, for some strange reason, I am also aware we are near the Nundah Library in Brisbane in Australia (which I have not been to in years, either) at 1 Bage Street. I try to calm the other people, at least four women and three men dressed formally (as if working in cubicles in a business environment) but they duck down and scream a few times.

A robotic vacuum cleaner comes in, but it has gone haywire and is spinning all over the place and almost succeeding in going up the wall, but not quite (falling backwards but managing to land on sections of wheels just enough to get it moving again). It is not that threatening. However, as vacuum cleaners “suck up dust”, it may be another precognitive play on “ashes to ashes, dust to dust”. (It could also be some sort of oddball play on my childhood pachydermophobia as the grayish vacuum hose reminds me of an elephant’s trunk.)

Eventually, after the UFO seems to suck up debris or something from a nearby building, it goes off to wherever its destination is. Again, the versions are only slightly different. In one, the vacuum cleaner seems more “intent” and not as dysfunctional as later versions.

I always had a very strange feeling that my older sister Marilyn would pass away on Valentine’s Day (the same day as my father had in 1979). However, it was the 13th. It was only the 14th here (in Australia) at the time. I had hoped she would live another year at least - but then pain would probably dominate and decrease the quality of life.

This dream is along the same lines as two other dreams that foreshadowed the death of relatives (two of my brothers). In one case, brother Earl flew off in a UFO he had built and in another dream both Earl and Jim had been lifted in a beam of light from two different closer locations in La Crosse (in these cases, there was even less knowledge of their state of health being so problematic). This imagery and recurring association seems closely based on the movie “The Frighteners” - which is a Michael J. Fox film, who I also had precognitive dreams about relating to his illness (in exact detail) long before he made it public. For some reason he is one of the only celebrities in dreams I have ever felt close to as a “friend”. (The movie, though, had nothing to do with UFOs, just the beam of light coming down for souls at death.)

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14.02.2014

Fighting Ghosts (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was walking up a multistory building which I believe was some kind of movie theatre. It was extremely dark and there were random chairs standing/lying around which looked like they were right out of a movie theatre.
The building had no roof, so the highest level was just a flat surface. There I had to fight 5 to 7 different ghosts one after another. One of them looked like the Banshee from the Left 4 Dead games.

I did have a weapon but I don't remember what it was nor do I remember any details from the fights.
After I killed those ghosts a part of the building began to allocate itself from the rest of it. A few rooms started floating in the air and started to act like one entity. Appearently this was my new enemy.
After this fight was won as well I once again had to fight all the individual ghosts from before, only this time all at once. I lost this battle.