non-lucid

I remember that instead of my husband in this dream fragment my five year old son was the one loosing hair.

Upon waking up I remembered another fragment, but by now All I remember is that it was also disturbing and tense.

Hello, this dream was so realistic but again surrealistic I know it may happen but I know it doesn't happen. freaky if you ask me.
I dreamt that I failed in life. become an "street woman" or you may also call it an hitman. but I woke up in the dream in an chair. I stood up, and looked around me. I was in an asylium. behind iron doors thick as an wall. I kicked up that door. just as easy it is to break glass. an person keept saying "follow me, follow me, lost child" and I followed that man on instickt. I didn't think, just ran after him. he stopped and said " you child, is still an hurt, pined and feared child in heart." and after a while he said " but I can help you grow up to an beautiful woman, with an purpose in life" I stopped, took up my gun, and shot him on that spot and yelled " you doesen't exsist, you dosen't exsist." and with some blood, and room spinning around, i shoot myself.

I woke up in the same sec that I shot myself. I was in alot of pain. and didn't sleep so good yesterday.

Not lucid but one of my most memorably long detailed, multi-scene dreams with scene to scene continuity. Probably 15 minutes subjective time at least.

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00:00 Monday 2014-02-03
01:11 bedtime
06:49
1) Sitting at a table in a house with a guy I know, he has a black beard/mustache, I state his name in the dream (but don't remember). We're talking about something. I put a glass of wine for him on the floor behind his right ankle, he doesn't know it is there. He stands up from his chair and starts to step backwards, I say "no no no!" I know he'll knock it over and he does knock it over and the wine spills.

His wife came home and we talked about inviting them to dinner and we started talking to him about his schedule. He's saying he can't do it one day, or another day, I misunderstand I think he's talking about a dinner that he is putting on and I sort of wanted us to be invited to his place.

We go to the kitchen, where his wife is. We were offering him some soup. We brought big barrels of soup/stew was looking for a place to put it. I saw the sink, some cabinets, the garbage (underneath some cabinets) I filled up some containers to the brim with the soup. I felt bad about filling up his containers.

Sitting around a table talking, I'm trying to unlock my ipad, I can't get the 2nd or 3rd character of the code to enter correct, I try at least 8 times, getting very frustrated. I explain my inability to enter my code because my thumbs have to stretch very far in order to hit the correct letters on the screen.

I came back later to the kitchen and noticed the garbage can was filled to the brim with our soup, his wife had thrown it all away. It's time for us to go I offer to help take the garbage out since it's full of our soup., "it's the least I can do," he hemmed and hawed eventually said yes. We're going outside to the garbage, the house is on a hill, there are a lot of switchbacks in the path going up to the garage. We have to go all the way to one side to get to the gate, then walk through the gate and go all the way back the other way to get to the garbage. We reach the gate to the garage, and I play with the mechanism, I look closely at it and examine it. I think about all the different places where my friend could lock this gate, but I don't see two loops of metal close enough together to put a lock through. Perhaps drilling a hole may help. My wife walks by carrying a giant garbage can full of soup wrapped in plastic on her back like a camping backpack. I reach to her to help carry it but she pulls away and keeps going (I know she doesn't like me offering to help once she's already almost finished something).

We're looking at a fence railing and thinking that someone could lie on the fence railing and roll to the other side to get over it.

We're walking back down the hill to the house, it's very steep, and I start gliding in the air. I'm gliding and hovering riding the air currents, but staying more or less in the same place. I'm surprised that I'm not losing altitude and say so, my friend has turned into my waking life friend NM. I quickly gain some altitude even. I say that I have always loved gliding/flying since watching the show "The Flying Nun" as a kid. I love his hill, it's a great place to glide, he mentions that the thermals would be really good over on the highway since the heat radiating up from there is intense and you'd go "VOOM" straight up into the air. I think I could glide forever here! I could go over to the freeway and hit a thermal and get up really high and glide back to his house.

Back on the ground walking in to his front door, the path is very precarious, there's hardly anywhere secure to put your feet. The steps are decrepit and falling apart. The front door is a few feet higher than the path and beyond it, you have to really stretch your legs to get them into the door frame. NM is standing in the door to help me in, I'm trying to get a good foothold. I reach out and hook my elbows through the door frame and pull myself in, squeezing my NM. I think/ask NM wondering how his elderly parents could come to visit, they'd never be able to make it in the front door.

Back around the table with group of people, we're talking about a new company. There's one friend there, and also the inventor of the product at the head of the table. My friend announces he has bought the rights of all advertising of the product for the next several years. The inventor when he heard this was shocked, because he/the company needed to do this . Apparently everyone thinks that I gave this friend the idea of purchasing the rights to the product, I objects saying "hey, hey, it wasn't my idea!" Someone offered me a glass of wine.

Morning of February 3, 2014. Monday.



The backyard and back area of our home is Cubitis, but the front area is Barolin Street in Australia, so the directional orientation is very ambiguous. North is one way in the back, but the opposite direction at the front, assuming the composite is half and half as it seems - it does not seem that odd that north is in both (opposite) directions. The area near the railroad tracks has a very high screen-like plastic fence. Over time, I get the impression that an airplane came down and crashed where the small lake (for the cows) was - perhaps it hit the silo. Really, though, the area is different and seemingly an industrial area with a lot of buildings, including a few factories.

This “crashing” or explosive noise happens a few times. I am somewhat annoyed and wonder if it poses a possible threat. The actual premise of my dream changes, as I point out a plane that flies over the house and which actually does crash in the same spot as the previous at one point - but later this seems not to have happened. When my dream then implies a different reason for the noise, I then see that they are demolishing (fictional) buildings with explosives. The debris showers nosily against the fence and I wonder how close they plan on getting. Eventually, they seem to be stopping for the day. I notice one of the workers in the neighbor’s yard, walking towards the front of the house. I yell at him about what is going on. There is some sort of remote control device on a rod - the remote on one end of the thinner silver rod, and a matte-black grip on the other, which is used to guide a smaller robotic cart into some of the areas they are destroying. A German shepherd dog with an orange flag tied around its collar on a small wire escapes from a cage (seeming to be a part of their work) and for some reason the man gets distracted and temporarily trapped in the same cage and falls down as I jab him in the forehead and eyes with the remote after taking it from him.

On a side note, I have had other fairly recent dreams about a passive (to me) German Shepherd, when in the past, most larger dogs (usually rust-colored or black) were “enemies”. In this case, the dog starts attacking the man even though he is seemingly the owner or trainer yet somehow the dog is (temporarily?) my protector in a sense (perhaps in just being in my yard). The man eventually gets up to try to leave.

The man is only slightly hurt, but his vision has not fully returned. He starts yelling about people interfering with his work, accidentally going into our house, but out again, and I start yelling at him “How would you like it if I came to your house and started blowing up things near your yard?”

Soon, there is another explosion, but in the other direction. My family and I go out to see and notice the devastation. The man is lying dead near where the porch had been. Two cars on our side of the street had been destroyed, one flipped. Oddly, the damage looks like an elongated splintery effect on the sides of the cars, almost like narrower metal barnacles. The porch is gone and the front and side walls of both front bedrooms. We tell our oldest daughter that “your room is gone” - although in real life it had been our oldest son’s room. Strangely, though, there is no debris, just the missing areas - and I contemplate how to set things up back to where they were. It also seems that none of our possessions were actually damaged.

However, I must first drag the man to the back and bury him. I am not certain if it was suicide or some sort of accident where he did not get away in time after deliberately planning it, but my main guess is probably suicide. I ask my wife where I should put him. I then decide to put him near the edge of the carport in the back. When I dig, I use a fairly small shovel, but get an amazing amount done for the size. There is a lot of junk mail on the carport, some smaller bundles of three to five in rubber-bands. The physical weight of the man seems fairly realistic, although he seems a bit small and thin on average. I throw him into the hole and start filling it up as well as tossing in some of the junk mail for filler. (Aha! - I incorrectly wrote “junk male” at first). It is close to the clothesline and I accidentally knock one orange t-shirt onto the ground so that it has to be washed again later. I am thinking the authorities might show up eventually - due to the massive explosion on the street - but by then, I will probably be finished and perhaps having dinner, though I am not sure the house could be “redone” by that point.

The orange t-shirt (and I notice others on the line) and the orange pennant up from the dog’s collar remind me of two things; the fact that my family (parents) lived near an orange grove and my father’s orange pennant (safety flag) on the back of a bicycle he rode (mostly when carrying something across the back baskets - I think this was a legal requirement).

In the last part of my dream, flowing into a hypnopompic state, I was hearing some truly horrible overly-modulated dubstep “music” and was getting the impression of a person marching through about four inches of mud, taking three or four of the same steps in time before each one forward. I am very annoyed and wake, working out that the “explosions” in my dream were caused by the Venetian blinds slapping against the window frame. (This is the second dream that was seemingly influenced by this.)

UPDATE: I am tentatively marking this as precognitive - because the imagery at one of the main points of more vivid perception turned out to be correct, except that the effect has been caused by tall growing grass coming out around the sides of the vehicle. There is no way we would have known that the neighbors would have left a vehicle like this for so long. Also, there has been some digging next door and an investigation by firemen (we had not called any authorities.)

Went to bed at 1:45 am, woke up around 10:40

I've been trying to DILD for a while but I haven't had much success. However, my phone went off this morning and woke me up so I decided that it would be a good opportunity to try a WILD. I began by focusing on my breathing to relax my body; I counted each breath and imagined myself swaying back and fourth. I was so tired that after about three minutes of this, I fell asleep. Since I fell asleep so quickly I didn't reach lucidity, but I did recognize that I was dreaming.

My dream began with my friend Mary and I running around in her basement trying to avoid a gorilla that was chasing us. We ran upstairs and left her house. Somehow, we ended up outside of Tim Horton's. We went inside and Mary ordered a cinnamon bun. After this, we went to a restaurant. I recognized the waiter as someone that I know in real life. It was my friend's older brother; I never talk to him so this was a dream sign. I instantaneously knew that I was dreaming. I told Mary that I was dreaming and I told other people around me. I didn't think to do any reality checks or anything..for some reason I never think to do them when I am dreaming. I started to get frustrated because I knew that I was dreaming but I wasn't lucid. I started saying to the waiter, "We don't talk in real life. You don't work here. I've never even seen this restaurant before. I'm dreaming." He agreed with me that I was dreaming and we laughed about it. But I still didn't think to do any RC's. After this I guess I just got so mad that I woke up.

For my first attempt, I'm glad that I at least knew that I was dreaming. I'm mad that I didn't think to do any reality checks or look at my hands etc.

Thanks for reading! I'm off to bed now

Dreamed of looking out my window and seeing exotic sea animals out of water floating as high as power lines connected on poles in the air, like right above them in line passing by. Then all sorts of mammals and reptiles appearing out of nowhere. Then, all of a sudden if felt like a state of emergency where every human was in danger and we had to evacuate to specific locations. We feared these endangered animals attacking us. The army was there helping us and I remember wanting to look for a sword. I assuming to protect myself.

I woke up to hear my phone ringing...sux!

Journal Entry non-lucid #25 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I resolved the problem with my father and he wished me good dreams.

Dream fragment 1, 4:13am-7:43am."": I was given all these powers in the dream. I was flying around and I saw a train from a distance. I landed next to it. The rails that were derailed came back together saving the people. I flew around and landed to get on a bus. I sat next to an elderly women. She fell asleep right next to me. The other women, to the left asked me not to destroy the bus. I got up and stood in the middle of the bus. Somehow this child got on my hand. I picked it up and looked at it from a distance. It started to cry. I put it closer to me it started to relax. The mother rushes towards me thinking that I took her child.

Dream fragment 2, 3:51am-6:50amI was in my garage. Me and two other guys were hiding, we acted like it was WWII and Nazis are patrolling the hallways. They knocked and asked if anybody was there. We were hiding under a bed. This guy starts giggling. We told him to shut up but he wouldn't listen. He held his mouth and started to laugh. Then he said, "there is never a bad moment to laugh. He started laughing with no restraint. The Nazis didn't come in like I anticipated them to. Now we had to get rid of the bed. We threw it outside. We realized that we left money in the bed. We looked inside and there was nothing. My dad told me that we have to retrieve the bed back and throw away the other one. I drove a block away and forgot what I was doing and drove back. I saw the bed in the middle of the street being blown by the wind. I grabbed it and took it to the trash. I saw this police car drive past me. I thought,"act real busy they won't bother you". Then I saw a fire truck. Then I thought, "what happened? did the world end?" Then I hear sirens going off. I hear people screaming. I look up in wonder of the sky. I see jets flying very low. I thought it is the end of the world and I was trying to go back inside the garage. It felt like I was on a treadmill and I couldn't go to the garage. I saw this black guy, gangster wanna be, park his car. I thought he was going to my neighbors' house but he started walking to my house. I forgot about world ending and paid attention to him. My sister invited him. I was not found of her inviting strangers over. I grabbed some screw driver. When he saw that he came up to me and shook my hands. I shook my head, like we understand each other. I went to the kitchen and this guy phased through the wall and shook my hands and evaporated.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening


(...) I and a group of people who escaped an earthquake, now have the ability to see future catastrophes before they happen. And we tend to bump into each other casually at some random places whenever something is about to happen there. So we meet again inthe middle of the city, and we share a vision of another earthquake. We try to warn people, but they look at us like we're crazy and we end up saving only ourselves by moving to an open area we saw would be safe. In future occurences, we start not telling anyone about our predictions and whenever we bump into each other somewhere, we no longer bother anymore in saying anything to each other or any others. We just take cover, each person for itself.
At some other occasion, we know a tornado is coming and we hid all at the nearest place available, a building occupied by an anarchist group I know. They have a basement and we can hide there. But when the tornado hits, it's not just wind, there's something dark and evil in it and it tries to break into the building. I feel it wants us.

I'm about to open a portal for someone, and I'm trying to explain the difficulties of this type of teleportation to them. I'm saying, no, it doesn't have to be a place I've been to before, but I have to be able to keep the precise location I 'feel' in mind. Things like direction or distance from here to there, those matter - what the place looks like doesn't.

As Rumpelstiltskin, I'm using magic to sort of scan someone for some information, together with Belle, and Belle is able to feel it - she's surprised by the feel of it. It seems like it's happy; she didn't expect it to have a mind of its own. And it worries her that it seems happy, when the person we're scanning is sick. I'm thinking, the magic doesn't care about the person being sick one way or the other, it doesn't really understand what people or sickness are, it's just happy about the way it's being used - it's got a life of its own to a degree but it's not that sentient.

I'm outside my IRL home at dawn, and there are all these beautiful birds. A great horned owl on a tree stump, a snowy egret walking across the lawn, a variety of smaller birds that I don't recognize in the trees, and four peacocks that show absolutely no fear of humans, I'm standing right next to one and it's not bothered, I'm thinking the peacocks must have been tame.

There are two guys climbing up a rock - they think of it as a mountain, but it's barely a hill - carrying a radio and a guitar. A musician they like died here, and one of them has insisted on making a sort of pilgrimage, to play his music at the place he "breathed his last breath." At the top of the rock they turn on the radio. A female vocalist sings "At last the time fell-" The guys brought their own instruments and are joining in. One of them is on the guitar, but the one who insisted on this trip has some small metal instrument that looks vaguely like a comb, played with the thumb.

Dream Fragment: So the same friend in the other dream fragment who's sperm didn't work, is in a icky small bathroom with me. He won't leave me alone. I need to take a shower right quick because this man is yelling from behind the door to hurry or we'll be late and he'll just leave me. I get undressed and put my clothes on the towel hanger, then my friend grabs my pants and hits me with them, I shove his head and tell him to knock it off. But he is laughing, he thinks it's funny. So I get into the shower but my friend fucks with the shower curtain blocking my arms from turning the shower things to turn on water. I smack him again and tell him to fuck off. Then I get the shower going but the shower has the shittiest water pressure humanity has ever known, so I decide to sit down and have a bath since that's all the shower can really do, but then my friend has his penis out and is trying to put it in my face. So I'm flailing in the damn bath tub trying to get it away from me and he's laughing, so I decide fuck this and get out of the bath and grab my clothes to get dressed, but my clothes are covered in mold and I touched some of it before I realized so I had to drop it. And my friend is now taking a shower and the shower is working perfectly for him and I'm just standing there with sad face

Dream Fragment: Me and this random male DC are sitting on my grandma's living room floor. There's this drag queen DC sitting indian style in front us. He has huge boobs, and he's wearing like glittery birthday cone hats on them. I mention to the drag DC that them hats is to small, his boobs are popping out. Then he takes the right one off and throws it at me, but there's another one under still covering if you can call it that. And the other DC just laughs that his boob hat bopped me in the face.

Today i dreamt i was walking near the BP's gas station street. I was on the left side
of the street, but the other side was different. I saw a lot of people coming with presents
and i knew some how it was for hiro mashima birthday, i still found it surprising how
much people liked anime in my town, i really saw a lot of people coming and keep coming.


Dream elements:

-BP gas station street


Technique used: WBTB

hours slept: 5 hours

I'm in a bedroom that reminds me of the one at almond drive. The layout is pretty much the same except for a few details, the main one being that it's a great deal bigger. It's sometime in the evening and I'm sitting down on the floor in a corner. It's where the dresser holding the television should be but it's not there. Instead it's a huge empty space. All of my pillows and blankets are in the corner with me and all of my makeup as well. Even though it's evening and fairly dark, I lift up a hand mirror and I begin to put on a bit of makeup. I hear shuffling near me so I turn towards where the noise came from. A girl is sitting on the bed on the other side of the room. She's staring at me, watching me put on my makeup. I stare back at her for a few moments and then turn back to the mirror feeling annoyed by her watching me. I ask her what she's staring at as I finish up. She says nothing and the quiet begins to bother me. I slam the mirror down and angrily look back at her, screaming "what?!" She only smirks at me, slowly climbs off of the bed and walks towards me. The closer she gets the more annoyed and angry I become. She reaches me and kneels down, reaching for and grabbing one of my arms. She squeezes my arm painfully and yanks me up off the floor hard. I resist a little but it doesn't do much good. She pulls me in front of her and grabs onto my other arm to hold me in place. For the first time I realize that I'm only wearing a bra and underwear. She's wearing a big, long sweatshirt. She continues to hold me there, smirking the whole damn time. After what feels like hours, I can no longer stand looking at her so I look down at the floor. She starts laughing then. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?", she says. I start shaking with anger and I immediately look back up at her and tell her to go to hell. She only laughs again and shoves me back onto the floor. I hit the floor hard and it hurts. I move back into the corner and try to keep a distance between us which only makes her smile widen. When I cannot move further, she crowds into my face and forces my legs open, settling in between them. One of her hands grabs my neck and the other grabs my chin, forcing me to look at her face. "You're so adorable. You're also mine", she leans in and whispers. "So be a good girl." She roughly pulls my face towards hers and kisses me. I'm pissed off beyond belief but I don't fight it. I relax a little bit in her arms and I kiss her back. I can feel her smile. She pulls away after a minute and kisses my forehead, telling me that I'm a good girl. She gets up off the floor and leaves the room.

I just had a dream i was at a party last night, like on of the parties i would go to when i was younger. I really wish something more interesting happened....oh well.

So in real life yesterday, I read a craigslist ad about how someone was filming a video and would pay 500 to 2500 dollars to a woman who is willing to get her head shaved for the video.

In my dream, I'm sitting at the end of our old dining room table with my mom sitting in front of me and to my left. I bring up the subject of getting at least 500 dollars for something that I'm not sure about, because it would be embarrassing, and right off the bat, she says, "if it has anything to do with shaving your head, then no" or something like that. I'm surprised and dissapointed.

Hopefully I'll come back and edit, because I know there was more that I recalled...