non-lucid

Both these dreams are quite realistic as in everything is normal.

1. [Non-Lucid] [Kinda Vivid]
I'm in a building and decide I want a drink so I asked my carer (Nick I think) and we went over to the drink stall thing and I took a look (they had fanta, slush puppies (even saw the logo) and a green can I forgot the name of), and I chose the green can.

2. [Non-Lucid] [Kinda Vivid]
I'm in a shop that seems to have a few grabber type machines, I have £2 to spend so I looked around and saw this machine with I think dog plushies in it.
I was about to go use it when this kid decided to use it before me, he won the exact plushie I wanted so I was like I wanted that 1 in a joking like fashion, this guy who was stood with him decided to give it to me, I was happy . I gave the kid the £1 he lost in the machine (I saw the money in my hand as I was giving it to him, there was £1 and a 50p). Now I have this cute little brown dutshhound type thing
I'm now leaving and I get a random thought {Aren't you going to say goodbye to Emily} although I had no idea she was even there.

Morning of January 28, 2014. Tuesday.



In my dream this evening during a nap, I was looking at a dream journal site (not that common an event - I had only been vaguely thinking about the site). It becomes a standard to post dreams in a combination of actual photographs and pictures of a dream entry written out on something. In my case, I had posted the photograph of a very large cardboard poster near a fence (seemingly on a distorted version of our last home on Barolin Street) with a few miscellaneous items in the front yard, including a tricycle and an American football and some other items. I remember almost all of the “dream within a dream” in what was written, but quickly forgot it all upon waking (in the past, I had read entire novels in a few of my dream states, which is extremely uncomfortable - usually the repeat of a novel I had read in real life, but usually with a lot of additional distorted scenes).

In an “additional notes” area (in the “actual” photo of the cardboard poster that my dream is written on in large enough letters to read when on the web page) there is mention of a girl named Angélique in our family - with a note on the acute accent on the first letter “e” as if it had special significance in my dream (that is, the implied documented dream within this dream). After this, a poster from the “actual” dream journal site makes comments relating to her own dream, which I also cannot remember. I know there was something about “being a portal” and something about “lu” combined with another syllable or word.

The play on two meanings for “poster” is curious in this dream.

Morning of January 28, 2014. Tuesday.

Dream #: 17,207-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. Readability score: 70.



There are typical composites in my dream, including the ditch of the north area of the Cubitis backyard. There is a fictitious house where the railroad tracks were in reality (where there is now a highway). There is a typical intruder (trespasser) scenario with unknown young females.

In a later segment, Zsuzsanna and I own a restaurant in an unknown area that is otherwise reminiscent of the east corner of Stadcor Street and Hamilton Road in Wavell Heights. We also own a cinder block house on the other side of the restaurant’s parking lot.

We are going to live in our restaurant as if it was our residence. Both buildings are one-storey and about the same size. They are the only buildings in that half of the street. The rest of the lots (to the north) contain trees. In correlating the imaginary area with a map, the restaurant is south-most on the corner. North of it (assuming Stadcor Street) is the parking lot, then the house, then the trees.

Behind the restaurant, the parking lot, and the house seems to be a high hedge (and more trees beyond) that join with the trees in the middle area of the street. An L-shaped hedge borders the south side and part of the front of the restaurant. Beyond is a road with much more traffic. It runs east and west, modeling Hamilton Road. There are at least three high stacks of used automobile tires on the opposite side of the street from the front of the restaurant. I am unsure how we came to own all this property.

After going into the restaurant with Zsuzsanna to check it out, I see that it is mostly empty (other than having a few picnic tables for customers). There are no curtains on any of the many large windows that mostly face the north and west. I think that the first thing to do is to put up curtains and then move in our furniture and later, possessions. I remain unsure about the status of having restaurant supplies.

Two annoying unfamiliar women come in thinking our restaurant is open. I get the impression that one of them had worked for the previous owner. One of them rudely sits on the countertop (the counter of which extends east through the middle of the building). I believe that they may be the same women from the earlier scene where they had two daughters, and they were all being intrusive in our other home, although mostly only in our yard.

I tell them that this will be our home, but then I think we may be living in the house near the parking lot, though I remain unsure. I absentmindedly sit atop a picnic table, but then I get down after realizing how obnoxious an act it is.

I remember a story in the newspaper (from real life) where a woman stalked and continuously threatened a teenage girl who had been sitting atop a picnic table at a park.

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Journal Entry non-lucid #19 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background:

Dream fragment 1 from 10:20pm-4:00am" Kid from church": B was the theme of the dream. I don't know what he was doing, but he was there.
I found out while in church that a kid has sleep paralysis and he feels his body going inside of him. I became excited and told him the possibilities that await him with L.D. He was excited but more scared than excited and he told me he is just a kid and doesn't want to do that. I was jealous because I have been trying to induce SP so I have been thinking about that.
Dream fragment 2 from 10:20pm-4:00am" My sister's driving": I was in a P.E. room. I ran across these crazy girls. My friend, EY was all the way on the other side. I reached him and we were talking about something. I turned around and I saw my sister driving like a maniac she nearly ran over this weird girl dancing in the freeway. I then called my sister to tell her to stop driving like that she won't pick up. I tried again and again she won't pick up. I then called my cousin, but she was already walking towards me. So, I told her to confront my sister about her driving. She told me to calm down. We went into the school building. I showed her my apartment. It was a luxurious apartment. Nice carpeting, huge flat screen tv, and artifact all over the walls. I tried calling sister again and the phone was calling random people. I woke up and went back to sleep

Dream fragment 3 from 4:05am-5:30am" Skyscraper football": My uncle was in my apartment and he was telling my cousin that he needs the teacher's signature. She didn't want to. I was looking out the window and boy was it a view. I lived on a skyscraper. My uncle then took us to the top of the apartment complex. A whole football field was their. Then he took out a coach. The coach was yelling at my cousin she was scared and started to cry. My uncle told her she better start respecting him.

Dream fragment 4 from 5:33am-6:09am" Stop a bully": I left the building after talking with my dad. I was walking with this fat girl. she was talking to me about school and I was walking with her to this tall building. As I was walking I looked at my hands and I was about to start counting, but I didn't. The girl then confronted this bully that was surrounded by lava. She told her to stop bullying people or else she would throw her into the lava.

There's a girl walking up a narrow attic staircase that she very much doesn't want to go up. There's something that looks like a child at the base of the stairs, forcing her to go up and see 'mother.' 'Mother' is something that this girl has fed people to before, but she's never gone up the stairs herself. Now she's failed the pair somehow. Whatever's at the top of the stairs feels nightmarish enough that I decide I don't want to see this, and take just enough control to back out of the scene. There was some resistance, and it felt like a race against time, whether I could get out before the girl got to the top of the stairs.

I'm standing somewhere airy, white walkways, a few white walls, mostly open space. There are a few pages on the ground, a story I was reading, but I feel too on edge to focus on it. I put my back to a wall, that helps.

The Magician on a city street with a little girl. He's saying, "Countless thousands of worlds, or (something, along the lines of 'a few') worlds and those you know." She asks what he means, and he says nevermind, but he's talking about the price for what he's about to do for her; something's going to be lost. He doesn't want her to feel guilty over it, so he doesn't explain the details. He raises his staff and these gold shapes form in the air around them - flat, curved, with sharp points, something like a tribal tattoo come to life, I have vague associations with wings and clockwork (they do resemble stylized wings, but no clue what the clockwork association's from) - and then their surroundings seem to shatter, taking them somewhere 'between worlds.'

Memory gaps and vague fragments after that: those same two characters standing in front of images like holograms, representing people that little girl knew, but the images are fragmentary, like they've had pieces digitally erased, leaving a bit of hair or a corner of a dress hanging in midair, but never any faces. Something to do with the importance of the little girl remembering "Rose," but there's a trick to it - she knew someone who was called Rose, but who also used another name, and it's that other name she really has to remember. Four knights, two in red and two in blue, male and female, and the man in blue has some message to do with the kid's father and something about a doll.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm playing some kind of game based on Middle-earth - there's no sense of me physically playing a video game or the like, I seem to physically be there and it seems to be a real place, but I think of it as a game. At the moment I'm trading in some weapon and given a new selection to choose from. It's mostly swords and daggers. I choose a staff. This alters the way the game is played, although I hadn't realized it when I made that choice; it removes me from the fighting and instead allows me to travel freely, flying over the countryside, exploring the world, unlocking all the elven settlements that were otherwise hidden. I won't be able to continue the storyline this way, but it has its appeal.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A movie about robots, filmed in first person POV, full of scenes designed to make you feel sympathy for the robots, even while the robots themselves remind you that they're just tools and there's no need to feel concerned.

Belle and a newly-human, rather fragile-looking Rumpelstiltskin have been traveling somewhere and are now in some dimly-lit house where they're finally meeting with Rumpelstiltskin's son. (His personality's so different from Bae's that I hesitate to use the same name for this dream version.) Belle and the son talk while Rumpelstiltskin's sort of collapsed in a chair, Belle's next to him, the son's on the second floor and looking down at them over a railing; she seems suspicious of him. It seems they've met before, in a shared dream, and something that she saw in that dream is making her suspicious of him now. He warns her not to take shared dreams too literally, as other associations tend to leak in.

SO I am writing the first sentence in a novel, I keep editing the sentence to get it perfect, and finally it just 'clicks'. And as soon as the sentence clicks I get sucked into the story I am writing, I start watching my novel unfold like a movie, it was amazing. I guess I will attempt to write the sentence I wrote in my dream . . .

The light diffuses in a golden glow from the tip of my nose as I snake my way on my stomach through this tunnel while trying to hold on tight to my candle, my only source of light.

After writing that sentence and editing it over and over until it was perfect, I suddenly got sucked into that world, but also I could still feel an author in my subconscious writing it as I experienced it.

My dog is ahead in the tunnel scouting for me.

I really can't remember the words anymore from the novel, but I remember what happened. We were invading a fortress of imps and the route we choose was a very low narrow passage that could only be traversed via stomach crawling. When I get inside the fort, we battle imps and there are some other mages battling, and after the fight we all head back to our place (another fortress or wizard tower) and talk about what happened in a debriefing in one of the towers rooms. Then one of the mages cast a spells and two of them fall into a void of darkness, a portal in the ground, and a few moments later pop back out one after another. Then later one of the female mages is asking me where I am sleeping, and I get the feeling she wants to join me because I am alone and the other two mages seem to be with each other. Then I wake.

Very realistic dream and the whole time the dream was playing out I could still feel in the background of my mind the words being written by the author of this novel. Amazing indeed.

Also I remember them mentioning something about being pulled into the 4th or 5th dimension, briefly I think right when the dream started.

So I'm sitting on my couch, and I'm looking through photos of people and stuff, and suddenly I dissolve into a photo, and I see my friend at an even laughing and smiling and winning stuff, then it fades to another and different subject and scenarios keep happening, but I feel happy seeing my friend happy, but then in one of the still scenes since only I can move at normal speed, everyone else is slightly slow speed, I walk out of the shops door an the jingle bell on the door makes everyone one go normal speed and aware of me, and my friends and the other people chase after me, my friend with friendly intent, but the other people I feel want to kill me.

There's a party being had on the side of my house outside. I see family I haven't seen in awhile. I have no knowledge of this party, I'm looking at the party from out the kitchen window, so I get the energy to go out there and socialize lest everyone bitch about my absence. I see one of my friends, I ask my self what is she doing here. This must mean this party is for me. Everyone ignores me, bu my friends keeps trying to go in front of me but I keep moving because I wanted to look at everything. Then this rust colored old van pull up slowly into my driveway, to get away from my friend I run over to the van to see who it is, I see it's two of my half sisters friends, and like in GTA V they have stars, and I get pissed that they would bring their criminal activity to this party, cops might come. But when they look at me I lie and say '' Oh I thought you were someone else", then I walk away and for some reason they and everyone else laughed at that like I just told a joke. I guess they laughed because I just realized it wasn't my party, it was my fucking half sisters party. I go back to were people are and I go to get nachos but my friend wont get out of my face, so I run into my house and shut the door so she won't follow me anymore.

I was with my sister in a really dark room. I remember her changing her shirt in font of me and she didn't have a bra on( her body looked like mine not hers). Anyways, I took her seat which was close to the tv but she got mad and kicked me out. I went to my spot which was all across the other side of the room. I sat on get floor with my back leaned against metal lockers. They were poking into my back and it hurt also I couldn't really see the tv so well.

The film was based in a true story about a boy overcoming a struggle (haha I am so sorry this very vague) all I remember is the boy was wearing a black shirt and he had to wash it. He was boasting about how it never faded( kinda like those laundry detergent commercials). The thing is though that the shirt wasn't very black it was more of a grey colour.

Then I was in a 3rd person perspective watching a man race in a mine cart track. He had to collect diamonds and other random trinkets. At the delegated stops he would hand them over to people who gave him a boost. I remember wanting him to win badly. Near the end of the race it got really close but the guy I was cheering for turned into a giant. His shoulders brushed against the ceiling and debris fell on his opponents. He also dropped a boulder on one person too.

Just to be clear, I don't have english as my native language, I'm norwegian. I'm sorry for the bad english, just don't hate me or kill me in your dream. that will be horrible. be nice and please tell me how Fucked up I am (btw, I'm very sarcastic when I say I'm fucked up. don't take It personally. I am horrible, I love blood, gore, horror, and what you see as a night terror or nightmare is my happy forever ending dream)


Please help me

I'll just start and tell you about my dreams. can tell you about one I had long ago.

I woke up inside the dream. the was total darkness, I scream and scream. I didn't know where I was or what had happend to me. everything was just too realistic. I scream until I got an answer from the right corner in the little total dark cellroom. it said " keep silent". And with my stupidness I scream and scream. two red eyes glared at me, from an finger distanse and turned the light on. what I saw was the most horrible and terror I ever in my life experied. I get shivers down my spine when I just thinking about it. he looked Like a demon. one horn on the right side of his forhead. sidecut, red eyes. long murder nails. skinny. blood everywere on him. around him there was bodies of people I loves and did love In the past. he had eaten everybody and Looked at me with hungry eyes.

he strangeled me and told me, " I did tell you that If you keep silent I'll go easy on you, but You stupid woman. I'll never seen so much stupidness in a Whore" (sorry the bad and horrible language I just recall what he said). He lifted me up in the air, with his had around my neck. he tossed me from the one corner to the upisite corner. when he was done. He put me down and said time for dinner. he grabbed one of my eyes and crushed it inside of his mouth. the pain I felt in the deam was too realistic. he throw up the eye inside my mouth and forced me to eat my own eye. The demon like man. he laughed so hard and lifted up an mirror and told me how pathetic I was. I saw myself. it was so horrible, I was so skinne tat my bones almost came out of my skin, my hair was so dirty and pilled up like regga poeples hair. the bruises and scars. this was one of my most horrible dream that when I woke up. I scream in pain and fear. but, most pain in my right eye.

Is this normal, to wake up because of the Pain in one dream? and yet remember it clerly after 3 months ?

Morning of January 27, 2014. Monday.

Dream #: 17,206-03. Reading time (optimized): 3 min.



I am in the distant future and about eighteen years old. I am in a control station where men are performing maintenance. The underground chamber is dark. There are three sets of tracks that interlink, in an arrangement of one above the other in some areas so that a train may be very close when passing in either direction above or below another. It is a bookcase-like framework. Groups of men cooperate to guide a big fire hose and are watering down sections of the track after some trains pass so that they do not overheat. I see steam everywhere. There is noise, and it is hard work. The population is dense, so underground trains must move across a big complex grid of tracks of at least three tiers. (Some of this was influenced by “The Bloodhouse,” a 23-minute documentary, about a week ago, about where my wife was born in Port Kembla, a town of surreal industrialization.)

Trains would crash into each other unless a worker remains vigilant, using a control box on a large column. It is like the duty of an air traffic controller but a faster pace. There are about four pudgy men on a break before checking the condition of some older panels and equipment of lesser use. I wander into the area, saying I am only looking around and enjoy learning from places I have not yet been. I explain myself because an older man (of about sixty), whose name is George, asks me why I am “back with humans” again because he recognizes me from when he was much younger, yet I was of the same appearance then. My presence seems to annoy him. I like George, but I am apologetic that he does not seem to like beings who are “not human.” He was part of a group of adopted children from parents whom aliens had abducted, but the adoption agency never revealed the truth. After their parents were back on Earth, their children never learned of this. (“George” is a play on “György,” my wife’s father’s name).

Over time, I witness a derailing. People talk about how to avoid them (influence from “The Bloodhouse” video). I go to a group who are familiar with adoption coverups. Polish people were also abducted. I want to find out about George’s parents so he might have closure. I use a machine that is reminiscent of an old disused video game kiosk to insert a device that is like a CRT monitor (but lighter) into a hollow section. I enter access codes. The history of the world is available. There are scenes of dinosaurs and flying pterodactyls and later, prehistoric men in a later era. I tell someone about a species of dinosaur that could speak, comparable to parrots. There is an idea, featured as a cartoon of low quality that the first “dragon” was a pterodactyl. I lived during these times and have vague memories of my prehistoric past.

I am now near a frozen lake. Athletic females are ice-skating as part of the “Ice Capades.” There are small groups of spectators, one of old female hippies from Nimbin who have at least two mermaid dolls among them; one with a green scaly tail, the other with a purple scaly tail. A couple seems in a trance as they can barely move. I decide not to approach any of them. I slide around on the ice on my stomach, mentally propelling myself forward at a slow speed at times, enjoying the iciness for several minutes. I eventually conclude that it is not that interesting, so I get up to do something else.

Details about blue and brown eyes become a focus. It allows me to find George’s father, who supposedly had brown eyes. I gather documents to reveal the parents of all the adopted children. Even though the people are all old now, they will have closure. I get the impression that George’s parents are still alive, so he will finally get to know them.

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Dream signature: Vestibular system adaptation with vestibular cortex activity (railroad tracks above me), melatonin mediation (workers watering railroad tracks), preconscious mediation (talking with George), thinking skills and consciousness emerging (entering access codes), dream state sustained (frozen lake), contemplation of vestibular system correlation to increase awareness of physicality (watching ice skaters), contemplation of water reinduction with awareness the body does not move while sleeping (mermaid dolls), willing vestibular system correlation (sliding on ice), REM recognition (focus on eye dynamics). Waking contemplation (George “returning home”).

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Journal Entry non-lucid #18 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background:

Dream fragment 1 from 7:40pm-2:14am" Circus Job": I was working at some sort of circus show. I had to work there to remain at the place. I saw some all around me from the stage smoke. Don't really remember the details.

Dream fragment 2 from 7:40pm-2:14am" Driving in freeway": I was driving in the freeway to go to church. My parents were right in front of me. Then we pulled over some place

Dream fragment 3 from 7:40pm-2:14am" Wrong Mother": I was in my house arguing with my parents. They told me to stop LD, they were both frustrated with me because of my refusal. And my mom was white, but I didn't notice. I went to my mother and she was trying to sleep, and I told her I love her and I didn't mean for the conversation to turn into an argument. She told me she loves me no matter what. I thought, "wow a mothers love is unconditional." Then I saw this creature or shadow pass by. I said what was that? she said what. I didn't see anything. I then did a cheap RC. A women from my church that got me sick was in my dream.

Dream fragment 4 from 4:30pm-6:34am" Acting like a dream": I woke up in my room and I walked to the kitchen to pick up some food. The women from my dream was in my house. I thought that is strange why is she here. Instead of asking myself I asked her what is she doing here? She responded, "I stayed the night at your place". I accepted her explanation and went on with getting some food. She was over there eating some chicken. She was talking about orange chickens. I then walked over to my sister who was washing some dishes. I looked at one of the forks and they were melded together with other metal forks. I didn't question that for some reason. These teenage boys were running around with this BB gun/ nail gun they asked me to pass them a clip. I looked at it for a minute. My father came home and I didn't want to show him what I have so I hid it and I hugged him. I looked at my dads clothing and he had this small and ridiculous jacket on. I told him about it. He said oh yeah i have another one. He takes out this huge jacket that was up to his feet. I then saw them run out my house. I went around the back to give them their gun which was black at first it turned full orange.

I put it in my pocket for later usage. As I was observing a swimming pool this old man comes and tells us to do something. I got mad out of nowhere and punched him. He got knocked out and I said, "he always disrespects us." This other old man was looking at me. He had a shady look and resembled a mobster. I clenched my nail gun. He tells me we have to talk. Then a bunch of old geezers surrounded me, they all looked like they belong in the mob. As I was talking to him I realized there was too much people in my house, so I took him to my parents house. I told him I didn't want to hurt him but he never respects us and he treats like children. He told me to forget about that and we will forget about what happen hear. His friend comes over and tells me to eat a cupcake to honor our resolution. I hesitate but I ate it. It tasted delicious by the way. Then when I was walking to dinning room they said wow that was some great acting. I was on a movie set. I thought wow, they need someone that is totally convinced that they are in the movie for them to get good acting, just like I believe I am in a movie I normally do in a dream. I then woke up and went back to sleep after using bathroom.


Dream fragment 5 from 6:40am-8:04am" Weird guy plays with feces": I was walking in my school. I came out of the food area. This guy pops out and I showed him animal feces and said isn't that disgusting. He said yes that is. It was different colors from different animals. He grabbed it and started smashing it together. He said, "does that bother you?" I said yes that bothers me a lot.

(I can only remember a glimpse of this dream)

I'm standing in this baby blue tiled room, scott and styles from teen wolf are standing in front of me arguing. I think to myself "why am I having this dream, this is a dream my sister would have". (YET I DIDN'T BECOME LUCID!!!!!!! >:O)

A Takarazuka production of Elisabeth with a new scene, in which Death is kneeling before young Elisabeth on the throne, kissing the underside of her wrist. Both of them are dressed in red; at the beginning of the scene, Death had been disguised in long red robes.

I can't remember most of this dream hardly

Dream Fragment: I'm watching this commercial, but not on a TV, like as if it's being performed for me in front of me. It's for anti bullying and when the adults talk to the kids the kids act concerned about bullying being a problem, but when the adults turn to each other and talk amongst themselves the children begin to bully and get evil looks on their faces with bad intent. They are manipulators, So I just fucking tune out and walk away and every one including the commercial adults get offended like I have no empathy. I just know better I tell them and look straight into the children's eyes, and they look back with surprise.