non-lucid

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.

14.02.2014

The Audio Recordings (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My friends Patrick, Louis and me were in a room that seemed very similar to Louis' IRL room. We were sitting on a bed. Next to the bed was a handrail because on the other side of it the ground was about 1 meter lower. Louis' brother Lukas was walking back and forth on that lower part of the room.
Patrick, Louis and me were sitting in a circle having something laying in between us on the bed. I think it was Louis' smartphone with which we showed Patrick some audio recordings of Lukas' angry outburst (which Louis recorded some nights before and sent me via WhatsApp IRL). All 3 of us were desperately trying to hide our laughter to not let Lukas know what we are doing.
Patrick who didn't know these recordings before asked about the context and I told him that I would tell him once Lukas leaves the room.

13.02.2014

The Familiar Hotel (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was aimlessly driving around with my Renault Twingo (A car I own IRL). On my way I came across a hotel that seemed very familiar to me and I decided to check it out. I drove my car onto the parking site and entered the building through a glass door. At first I didn't see any person, but then a young woman hastily walked towards me, still buttoning up her shirt as if she just put it on a second ago. She greeted me by telling me, that this hotel isn't actually open yet and that I should come back in 10 or 20 minutes.
I told her that I was here before, a long time ago and I just wanted to check the place out. A short conversation started in which we also flirted a bit.
There is a huge chunk missing from my memory here.
Much later I was on top of a giant waterslide in some sort of indoor swimming pool which probably belonged to the hotel. There was a good reason why I was there, but I forgot. I slid down with all my clothes on. I specifically remember worrying about my smartphone. I believe the woman from the reception was on the slide too.
After that there was a clear reason why I felt like I should leave this place. So, soaking wet like I was I walked across the room and left the hotel the same way I entered it. I got in my car and drove off.

I actually had absolutely forgotten about this dream until the next night when I was lying in bed trying to sleep and the memory suddenly hit me out of nowhere.

Journal Entry non-lucid #33 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background:.
I didn't do any technique. I didn't meditate or even RC the day before. Why? I took an exam for chemistry and I couldn't stop thinking about it. It drove me mad. I tried to sustain it but couldn't. And boy did my dream recall suck.

Dream fragment 1, 8:46pm-2:14am."": I was in chemistry class and I didn't do lab. I remember being sad. The group was mad at me because I wasn't trying hard enough. And this guy was telling me humans could live in harmony with animals, there was a deer right next to me. I forgot where I lived so I searched in the air. I was also at the beach

Well, I haven't been here in a while! I pretty much stopped with my whole online DJ, aside from the tasks, but maybe I'll have to change that But for this entry, it's still a TotY one, specifically Aladdin! Off to it, then

The dream started off in a large, traditional Japanese house, with multiple rooms and corridors, but only one floor. I was in a big dining area with a good size table and about a dozen elderly women kneeling around it drinking something out of mugs, likely tea. I stood in the doorway looking at them and could see outside behind them -- there was a large gap in the wall where sliding doors should've been. It was sunny and summertime, everyone was in light clothing and I think I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt -- the women were dressed in kimonos, but they were thinner and more breathable than more traditional ones.

I walked past them and into another room where there were some end tables and a couple lamps, but nothing out of the ordinary. I continued to walk around the building, from room to room, just looking around, not really having anything in mind. I came full circle back to the room I was just in, but the women had gone out back and were suddenly having a barbeque. One was cooking hot dogs on a grill, a group were talking, and others were playing Frisbee. It was summer after all. I poked my head outside to see what exactly was going on, but just sort of stared for a little bit, zoning out at these elderly women dressed in kimonos and having a cookout.

I came out of it and turned away, walking back the other way through the house. I came to a room that has a small swimming pool in it with a small ladder in the corner. There was tile around it amidst the hardwood flooring that normally covered the floor, and luckily I noticed something was amiss. I thought to myself, "Am I dreaming?" and plugged my nose to do a RC. I breathed in, and after a second, I could definitely breathe! It was a relief; I had been having a dry spell for a while which was broken recently with a really short, low vividness lucid which wasn't very satisfying. Being able to do a complete reality check with actual substance behind it was liberating. I looked around the room I was in, getting a full sense of what it felt like, and rubbed my hands for some stabilization. The walls were all vertical wood paneling but the ceiling didn't really look like anything; the room just sort of stopped and there was a roof, but no distinct ceiling.

Either way, I was lucid! So I didn't really care too much. I looked around the room, thinking of all the things to do, when I noticed a lamp in the next room over sitting on one of the end tables. I had remembered the TotY, but couldn't really remember what the specific tasks were. Luckily, the lamp reminded me of the Aladdin one: wish for a magic carpet, then whatever for the other two. I walked over to it, picked it up, and rubbed it. It wasn't what you'd expect a magic lamp to look like, but it was smooth and shiny, so I figured it'd work. Of all things to pop out, a DC from a couple previous dreams I had (my Hindenburg (TotY from 2012) DJ entry described him well) appeared right behind me. "Hey, what's up!? he said, startling me. I turned around and couldn't recognize him at first. Seeing my confused expression he told me, "Don't you remember? I kicked your ass a while back! For the task?"

Then it hit me, "Ooohhhhhh!... it's you. You didn't kick my ass, you kicked me in the head!" I retorted sarcastically. He had, in fact, kicked me in my head to wake me up. "It's just a saying, geez. You don't have to get so worked up about it," he retorted. "Anyway, you need a carpet, right?" That's true, I did have to take a magic carpet for a spin. "Uh yeah, you got one?" I asked. He nodded his head behind him and, sure enough, there it was. It wasn't magnificent looking at all like it was in the movie. It looked like a standard rug you would put a coffee table on over hardwood. But hey, if it's "magic" then I don't really care what it looked like.

"Thanks," I said halfheartedly. I walked past him and hopped on the carpet. I floated up above the floor a couple inches, and I turned around to say goodbye to him, but he had disappeared. Figures, he never did stick around for a while. I look back at the room with the pool in it, lean forward, and start flying quickly towards the wall on the other side. I put my arms up in front of me and break through the wall, nearly losing my balance and being blinded by the sun. I hadn't done too much dream control in a while, so I was a bit rusty. I basically rode the carpet like a snowboard, since that's something I was used to in real life.

I leaned right to turn around and take a look back behind the house to see the women still there, having their cookout. There were some guys there now, and the women were younger, much closer to the age you'd expect to have a random cookout and play Frisbee with. I got a good look at the house and the surrounding area and it was just as big as I had thought it would be. It was completely secluded with forest all around it and a small path leading out to a road a couple hundred yards out. I looked around me -- I was about 100 feet up at this point -- and could see a fairly large mountain in the distance. I circled a house for a bit a decided that this was probably good enough for the task and headed back to wish for two other things. After all, I could fly whenever.

I dropped straight down through the roof approximately where I thought the room with the lamp in it was. Something about the roof must've been off, because when I went through it I got thrown off the carpet and hit the ground hard. I could feel the dream about to be fading. "No! Not now, dammit!" I thought loudly, and as I tried to spin and save the dream, I unfortunately woke up. However! I laid still and kept my eyes closed and tried to jump right back into the dream. I'm continuing this! I won't be defeated by some roof!

And I was back in the room with the lamp, completely lucid! I did another RC just to be sure, and sure enough I was good . "Welcome back," I heard a voice say. It was him again. "Have a nice trip?" Wow, I didn't know he made bad puns too. "Oh yeah, lovely," I told back. "Can I just have two more wishes?" I wasn't sure if I could still complete the task (Ophelia tells me now that yes, a DEILD is fine) but I wanted to be safe. "Sure! But what're ya gonna wish fer?" He said colloquially. "Give me some ideas!"

"Why not another task? Or... oo! I know! A Hindenburg blimp!" Wow, he just loves making fun of me, doesn't he . "Well then, Mr. Sarcasm, how about that pool over there becomes filled with chocolate pudding?" I pointed my finger at the pool. Why pudding? I don't know, I couldn't think of anything. Why chocolate? Because chocolate pudding is best pudding. Period. "Uh, sure, whatever," he spoke lazily. I watched intently as a small portion of the pool in the middle began to turn thick and chocolatey. It slowly expanded across the water and down to the bottom, just like supercooled water freezing.

'Damn, that's a lot of pudding' I thought, and I walked over towards it. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a spoon (sometimes things are just where they need to be in dreams) and bent over. I scooped some up and right as I'm about to taste it I get kicked in by the aforementioned asshole. I fell in face first into the weird, chocolatey concoction, which was not at all like water, but I managed to right myself and breathe. He was standing there laughing, "Just be glad I didn't wake you up again!" He spouted rudely. I just spit some pudding from my mouth angrily I just now realize my lucids are often like little sitcoms/cartoons xD) "Well? What's number three going to be!?" He asked triumphantly. I thought about just wishing to be out of this mess and cleaned up, but that wouldn't be entertaining to do, let alone read .

"How about you let me kick you in the head!" I shouted. I figured I could kill two birds with one stone, part of the TotY and a little revenge . "Well..." he pondered, "I suppose I am playing the role of the genie, so I guess I kinda have to." He rubbed his chin while he spoke. "Alright then!" I yelled, jumping out of the pudding pool. No clue how I jumped, but I also didn't have any pudding on me anymore. Yay dreams! He turned his back to me, "Have fun!" He shouted. Right as he finished I sung my right leg around and roundhoused him right in the head, just like he had done to me. I blinked and was laying in my bed, awake. GOD. DAMMIT. That asshole got me again. By the end of this task I better beat him. Perhaps it'll be some good motivation!

I'm someone who's investigating a woman, and my partner and I are searching her apartment. I'm going through old chat logs on her computer. As we leave, walking down the stairwell, we talk about something I found in those logs. I'm saying to her something about "the desire to feel someone else can understand your experience, your point of view. The internet can be great for that." I'm thinking that I'm starting to understand this woman we're investigating, to know how she thinks; I can relate to her. I'm also thinking that the internet's never worked out that way for me - but then I think, feeling alone in something is a universal human experience in itself.

Connecting directly to that feeling-alone-in-something thought - we get to the bottom of the stairwell and walk out the door, and outside, we're in the ruins of an apartment building where I used to live. Everything I can see is covered in debris. We're standing in front of what used to be the indoor pool on the first floor - there's no water, there's a layer of debris at the bottom, and there's no wall or ceiling, the pool is the only recognizable part of the building left. This is a memory of where I was when my wife and daughter died. I climb down to the pool ladder, trying to recreate the moment. But I'm shorter now than I was then, the perspective's wrong. Getting the right eye level means putting my feet on a different rung of the ladder than before. It's not quite right.

Looking around, I find something in the debris. It looks like a cartridge for an old video game console; from the pictures and words on it, I get the impression it's not a game itself, but a soundtrack. My partner takes it from me and looks it over and says, yeah, if you don't know what you're doing it'll just be a soundtrack - but this contains a hidden emulator.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Fantasy setting loosely based on ancient China. As a disembodied observer, I'm watching a man teleport into a large tunnel or cave, only to immediately crumble into dust. I'm thinking, whoops. Let's retry that.

Earlier, a woman showed that man a dark green and glittering substance kept in a small, rectangular, light green bottle, and explained that to use it you simply rub it over the palms of your hands and clap them together. Having seen him crumble into dust, I can tell she was tricking him, deliberately leading him to his death, but I'm also aware that this substance really is something of value - this man only asked her about it because he's seen her use it before. There's an old man listening to their conversation, and when she's left that old man catches the younger man's eye and takes the bottle himself, tucking it into his sleeve. The scene skips ahead to a moment when those two men are surrounded and need to escape in a hurry; the old man produces that bottle, rubs the contents over his hands - which causes them to look claw-like - and claps his hands together. Both men are teleported to that tunnel - this time around, the original teleporter lives, and the old man crumbles into dust.

today i dreamt i was on bathroom, i was rubbing my hands.
then i landed my hands on the washbasin balcony.
i felt the solid material made of rock. and for a few seconds i thought i was on the dream.


Dream elements:

-bathroom
-my home

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

hours slept: 9/10 hours hours

i was in my high school english teachers garage reaing the great gatsby. to taker notes i wrote them on his wall but realized that might not be the bset thing so i tred to erae them. then his phone rang and i answered it but the person hung up so now it was jus my teacher and him on the line, i invited him over to the house whenn he woke up and dgot outa bed. well wen i went home this asian family asked to park in my drive way and i was like no but i fetlt lbad so i said okay, but then theey ran over my dads porche so i kicked the lady outa the car and bacaked it out myself. then i picked up the car and threw it accross the street on there front door steps. the dad was a lil distraught then my english teacher came over and i explained what happened

*This is from two days ago

I was in my childhood house eating dinner in the laundry room on top of the washing machine. I was standing on the ground but the food was spread out on top of the machine. My sister tells me I need to hurry up and finish cause I have a fight at 7pm in the UFC Octo-ring my sister and her fiancé were watching tv in the family room which was adjacent to the laundry room.

I am still eating but out of my peripheral vision I can see a man and a boy walking up the steps our house. I hear my dad speaking so I run outside and look in the car and say "who is that little boy you are with?" I look up only to see that it is not my dad and I am completely caught off guard. I tell him he sounds just like my dad and he says that he hears that all the time. The man and his son are holding fishing equipment and they are looking for my dad to go on a trip. I am very jealous, or is it envious, cause I feel like I should be with my dad not them.

Then I see different visions of the fight I am going to be doing. I am going to be fighting an extremely strong man and I am pretty scared. So I go over the different scenarios. I think I could run away from him but I am scared people will laugh. Then I watch him fight another guy and beat crap out of him and I am certain I have no chance in hell to win this fight.

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm with Emily and we figured we were going to be in this place for a while so she got out this box that kinda resembled a Christmas calendar (it was green or pink), this box is full of stuff to mess with, I don't quite remember what but I seemed to be able to attach certain things (plastic shapes kinda), so I attached some stuff and I think I made her laugh at 1 point.

I'm in a building and notice I had become some sort of bronze stick figure with a white face, my eyes and mouth were black and robotic like, I went off to find Emily to show her.

2. [Non-Lucid]
There's this king, and his son keeps wanting to get in trouble, so the son dresses up to become disguised, he keeps getting caught by the prosecutor, when the king finds out the prosecutor has caught him, he gives the prosecutor a kicking.

Fragments:
A guy dressed as a ghost being pulled backwards across a field away from a forest, the costume gets ripped off his face see who it is.

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Possible dream signs:
Emily, Ellie, Mum, Step dad, Dad

(I may write my other dreams down later)

The other night I had a dream I was walking to the store and I looked up at the sky to see daylight planets like fantasy earth pictures. I seen the Moon and Jupiter up close as if they weren't that far from the earth. I was amazing because I am interested in astronomy and to see that was just cool, then I heard the sound of jets flying above me as I watched them past by I turned around and seen a whole new place. It was a combination of many different places. There was my house, my high school, stores I never heard of before, medieval knights riding on horses, more jets flying in sync, and many cool things I cant recall. It was very cool and I wish I was Lucid but it was just a normal dream, a very vivid one.

The reason that this was just the date was that I could not think of a title for this dream. It came off as a very bland and boring dream.

I am at my tech school, but it feels like my kindergarten school from way back when, but even that is a bad comparison. The school is surrounded by trees. Anyways, the same bully is there from the "drowning a bully" dream as part of yesterday's DJ entry.
We got into some kind of conflict, but I cannot recall what it was about.
After the teacher came to intervene, she wrote the bully up and took me over to the other building. (Because this dream was taking place in my Tech School-Kindergarten hybrid, the building was being modeled after my Kindergarten, that had two buildings.)
The inside of other building looked less like my Tech school and more like a machine shop of some sort. There were a couple dream characters scattered about, working on various projects. The teacher leads me over to what looks like a drill press, and gives me a black and white photograph of the bully.
The teacher explains to me that whenever there is a conflict in this school, the victim must preform a stress-relieving exercise to ensure that they do not attempt to exact revenge on the one that did them wrong. She continues to explain that the machine before me is not a drill press but in fact a high powered laser cutter. (And admittedly the one cool thing about this dream was the way that this laser cutter looked.)
I am allowed to score and burn the photograph with the laser cutter to release my stress. I begin to do so, but the machine is pre-programmed and the laser automatically shuts off if I attempt to cut the photograph of the bully. I remark to the teacher that this is stupid and wake up.

Too lazy 2 write it today, so I will write it tomorrow.

I am lying on a bed with a single sized mattress. Then, a voice from behind me. I whip around to see a long faced man staring directly at me. He is wearing a beige dress shirt. He starts to come towards me and I put my hand up and shout "Not another step" (I know I'm using magic but I don't become lucid!) He looks and me and tells me that he knows more than me, he has a smug look and says: "you are not where you think you are." (I still don't become lucid!) Then the dream just ends.