non-lucid

Cleaning the pantry / Heart allergies
I'm in the pantry helping the kids clean. There's a HUGE pile of stuff against the back wall (deeper than the room really is in real life). We've made a fairly significant dent in the middle of the pile, but there's still a lot left. We need to be careful figuring out what's good and what's trash; we don't want to throw away something that's useful. The kids are rather less careful than I am, and I'm concerned they might throw away something that shouldn't be thrown away. I try to keep a close eye on them, but I assume I'm probably missing some things. Now I'm in the family room, near the kitchen. My wife is in her chair near the window. The room feels crowded, though I can't remember what with. She's holding up a small black square (about a square inch) with a raised golden l on it, saying that she's got all the letters to this set, but has anyone seen the numbers? Somehow, I know that all but one of the numbers have been trashed, and I'm disappointed that my prediction came true.

Somehow, our neighbour from across the street is involved, turning the topic from the missing numbers to a girl receiving experimental treatments at the hospital. They're doing something along the lines of rebuilding pathways in her heart. I see a live 2D picture of ... I don't know, blood flow, maybe? The image is short but wide, showing what looks like a tunnel with manholes at the front and back, mostly filled with something solid at the bottom and with a lot of gelatinous material along the top. The hospital is generally having good success with her, though they're very concerned about potential allergic reactions. They're looking for volunteers to help test things before exposing the girl to them to make sure they won't hurt her. Someone is describing the test procedure to me, saying they freeze your heart (literally, not figuratively) and then expose it to the potential allergen. I ask how this is possible, how they can freeze your heart, how they can keep you alive with a frozen heart. The person explaining clarifies that they only freeze a thin layer on the outside of the heart, so it doesn't impact the functioning of the heart. In my mind's eye, I see a heart with a thin layer of frost on it. It's still kind of like open heart surgery, though, since they need to be able to have the heart fully exposed on top to do it.

Now I'm seeing in a hospital's wide corridor. A couple of guys are talking about the procedure. One says that they always do it with you in a hospital bed, just in case something goes wrong and you have to go into surgery to fix it. One of them says something about the drugs making you loopy. The other concurs, referencing a guy who almost does this as a side job, but who's known for trying to tell anyone who will listen that the sun goes down, not up.

Dreamsigns:
Context - Object place:
- Pile in pantry
Object - Form:
- Pantry is the wrong size
- Blood flow monitor
Context - Situation:
- Freezing hearts
Action - Character:
- Strange sun guy


Artful birds
I'm in a wooded area. I see an ancient stone wall with artwork at the top. The artwork is made of many many square holes through the wall. It's roughly triangular in shape, though there's quite a bit of detail in the middle and around the edges. It looks like of like a face. Somehow I know it's called the "sorcerer's skull." Behind the wall, I see a medium-sized red bird and know that this type of bird is responsible for creating all the sorcerer's skulls in the stones in this area.

Dreamsigns:
Character - action:
- Birds that peck artwork into stone


Company get-together
I'm at a restaurant having some kind of company get-together involving both current and former employees. I spend a while talking with TB and DN; I also talk with JV and a couple of other people. JV asks if I'm a grand parent yet. I lay out the timeline of how long I've been in the work force, how long I was in college, and when I started college, then tell him to "Do the math" which everyone thinks is really funny.

I'm saddened to learn that OB recently died in a military training accident. I'm seeing something about the accident that killed him. A group of soldiers were being trained on forklift usage. One of them - a man who's caused injury with a forklift in the past - somehow ends up using the forklift to throw a baseball bat at OB at high speed, killing him. The instructor is under investigation, not least for allowing a man with a history of forklift recklessness to operate one again. I see a road with military buildings around it. Up ahead, there's a gap in the road.

Now I see people with motorcycles jumping the gap. Now it's some kind of game, jumping it, doing something on the other side, then jumping back, trying to be the fastest. Now I see a woman on a wooden motorcycle (it's a pale wood, nicely varnished) doing it. She jumps the gap, hits a half-pipe at the end, does a one-eighty, flips right-side-up, and lands at full speed headed back towards the gap. Unfortunately, as she hits, a tiny clasp on the front fork of the bike snaps off and the wheel falls out. There's murmuring that maybe the current record is unbeatable, but she just jams the clasp back in and tries again. I question whether that will be effective, since the clasp is broken; but I admire her tenacity.

Dreamsigns:
Context - character role:
- OB isn't dead
Context - situation:
- JV should know I'm many years from being a grandparent
- Forklift / baseball bat injury
Object - form:
- Wooden motorcycle


Urban LARPers
I'm driving in a vaguely familiar area. I think that, if I make a left off of my current four lane road, pass two short roads on my right, then turn at the first "normal" length road (roads in this area seem to be on a very precise grid; I somehow have an aerial view), I'll reach a grocery store. Now I'm on foot, walking on one of the short roads. Now I'm watching a couple of groups of people doing what looks like tactical urban LARPing. One group is trying to go through an alley. Now I'm watching a girl give a post-mortem. I gather that each person on the team has different abilities, and everyone (even enemies) are able to see how many abilities each person has equipped. As the team's mage, she had the most abilities equipped and was the most valuable member. She knew that her team would be passing through an enemy-held choke-point, so she temporarily unequipped all her spells so it wouldn't be obvious that she was the mage. Unfortunately, she miscalculated; she forgot that everyone has at least one skill, so by turning all hers off, she still stuck out and was still targeted and eliminated by the other team.


Alien resistance
I'm watching people pilot futuristic ships above a futuristic dystopia. They're going into depressions where an alien is, stunning it, then using a long "straw" to suck out some kind of golden gel. They've done this many times before, and this run is going well. Ahead of them, the city rises on the side of a mountain. A giant monstrous one can be seen about half way up, but they're staying away from it, and for some reason it's not going after them. I see a female pilot doing the last of her run when something goes wrong with the straw. Goop starts coming back out the straw. She knows that the alien will be waking up in a few moments, and that she should leave, but she's determined to get the last of it. Now her craft has been downed; worse yet, it's near the giant one. She's running around, dodging, trying to escape and do as much damage as she can. Now she's in her ship, trying to sabotage it. Now she's back outside and blows the ship with some bipedal enemies in it. Now I'm in a basement watching all this as a movie on TV, listening through my BlueTooth headset. (This is nothing like my basement; it's finished, very clean, very white, and very empty.) My chair is in one corner of the room with the high end of the stairs to my right. The TV is in the opposite corner from me. I hear footsteps on the stairs. I try to pause the movie, but the remote isn't working. My wife comes down, sees it, gives me a disapproving glance without saying anything, and talks about whatever it is she came down for.

Dreamsigns:
Action - Object:
- The TV remote doesn't work
Context - setting place:
- The basement is nothing like my real basement

Mall changes
I'm observing in a mall. There's a long gently sloping hallway that's packed with people. No openings are visible to either side. A woman is directing some kind of contest. She's very attractive, though she's very scantily dressed, and her "clothing" seems to be painted on. Wide white bands go from her groin up over her shoulders, and a turquoise band wraps around her waist and hips. Now I see a long, LONG "water slide" in the hallway. It's about six feet wide and a foot deep. A couple of men are slowly going down it, and it seems to be turning them into clones of the painted woman. Their bodies are gradually changing, and whenever they bump against the sides it's in just the right place to add more paint.

Dreamsigns:
Context - object place:
- Malls don't have water slides
Context - situation:
- Water slides don't change people


Fragments
I'm driving around a lake on roads surrounded with trees. Everything is white (snowy?).

I'm watching kids put on "fat suits." They're so large that there's an overhead pulley system to hold up the belly.

My mother is haunting me - actually those dreams were among the rare dreams I was able to sometimes remember in their entirety, before starting journalling on here.
Again - I spare you - nasty stuff anyway almost always..

Our old house again - but somebody rented the bungalow, which was next to it and also ours.
My grandmother suspected this man of having buried a dead body in the garden - but there was none in the end.
But I used to have - I think several - dreams, where there was one.
Buried by me and my grandmother - only her, only me - don´t know what that is all about.

In this dream there was also a tooth scene - which is supposedly quite common - can´t remember having had any before.
One was missing - and the two front teeth moved apart from each other - and there was a gap I hated the looks of. But there is something real-life connected - some tooth got inflammation around the roots - after a mistake of another dentist - so it needs to be repaired with a pivot tooth - that was quite recently..

Another scene, which is very vividly there is me and my boyfriend putting shale-shingles into my window from the outside to fill and "insulate" it.
That making no sense - we could have just as well closed the whole window with bricks.
But somehow, a bit of air circulation and not darkening the room completely was important for some reason.


Another dream had me at school - I had missed some lessons about something really complicated - maths in a way - or physics - lots of equations making no sense to me.
A friend of mine did help me catch up at home - and I had done a lot of work - and actually started understanding the matter.
I had written some several pages of equations and some text - and I wanted to show this to an angry teacher getting at me, for having missed the whole topic.

When I took out my notes and he went through them - he came across two or three pornographic drawing of my boyfriend.
I never tried myself at portraits - and esp. not of such ones in real life by the way..
He totally flipped out and shouted at me - thinking, I had mixed these in on purpose.
Then a pack of cigarettes fell out of my school-bag, and I had a hell of a stress, to get it back without him seeing it.
That at least worked out - but he was in a flying rage anyway.

And - curiously I have a new dream-sign - somebody singing!!
Me again with my normal voice - but I forgot what, when, why and the melody, too.

DC woman: You won't believe what pet we got our daughter?

She was going to say a goat - I just knew it, but she did not get to say it because someone else guessed "A fish?"

"No, how could it be a fish? We keep it in our front yard. Actually we did have a fish, but it was sad, it was a matter of time: when we got it, we kept it in our front yard in warm weather, and all was well, but then it got cold, and the fish died. My daughter was devastated?"

I suggested "Why not move the fish inside for the winter?"

DC woman was shocked, hadn't thought of it before. All of a sudden the fish was not dead after all, and DC woman was able to move it inside for the winter based on my recommendation.

There was no more mention of getting a goat as a pet. I assume no longer needed since fish survived.

Once again I went to bed late and had get up early. I recall fragments of 2 dreams, but they were not intersesting... I missed my dream sigh tho... Sad day.

And once again I didn't wake properly from my alarm clock, because of the wrong settings... I'll do I properly tomorrow night. I'll set the alarm cock right, spot my dream sign, and do DEILD attempts at least 4-5 times. And go to bed earlier!!!!

BLACK: Regular
BLUE: Dream
RED: Notes
PURPLE: Quote (specific words I remember clearly)
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I'm not quite sure how this dream started or ended.
Date: November 30th, 2013
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I was in a hospital [ it looked like one I'd been in before ]. It was quiet, which made me feel very uncomfortable. It didn't seem right. A man [ He appeared to be in his early/mid 20's and had brown hair, young face, was tall, thin, and had dark eyes. He seemed very familiar ] grabbed my arm and pulled me away from where I was. He mentioned something to a woman by me [ I believe she was a nurse like figure, but I'm not sure ] about "finding all the pretty girls in the hospital and raping the f-ck out of them." [ I don't think he thought that I'd heard him. That, or he didn't care if I did or not. ] I began feeling incredibly nervous, but I hid it to the best of my ability. We passed my family [ always female members from my mother's side or my father. None of them ever noticed me, save my father. He glanced at me but said and did nothing ] two times. Some time along the way I mentioned something about "not wanting to be treated this way again." The man looked at me and we sat on some stairs [ the "nurse" woman stood off the the side. The stairs were hard stone ] and he asked me, "You've been raped before?" [ those words rang in my head over and over when I woke up ] I mentioned something about being a virgin but that I'd been sexually abused in the past [ this is true. I have been ]. He raised his eyebrow and almost seemed to feel sorry for me. I thought he'd let me go. Suddenly, he pulled me to my feel and literally dragged me to a room [ more details on the room below ] that looked like both a physical therapy facility and an x-ray/CT scan room. He had the nurse take me to a machine on the far right side of the room. I faced the closed end of it. The man said "We're making sure you won't get pregnant. STAND STILL!" I was shaking violently by this point. I was scared. He had the nurse woman spread my arms out and made me stand holding some bars on either side of me. After this, the man literally growled and tore me away from the machine. He took of my jacket [ it was red ] , leaving me in my tank top [ grey ], jeans, and socks. I noticed my dad outside the room and I told the nurse to shut the door. She did this. The man pushed me onto my back [ I landed on another machine that was on the floor. I hit my back on two bars ] and I crossed my legs over each other and put my arms over my chest. I started pleading with him. "Please, please don't!" I cried over and over [ I was literally crying ]. The man towered over me and he ripped his shirt off and started trying to take my clothes off. I kicked at him and screamed repeatedly. Eventually, I think, I got so afraid that I just woke up. The ending is blurry.
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NOTES:
About the room-
It was on the top floor in the west side of the building. The sun was setting outside the single window which had blinds over it. The room was cold. The colors were desaturated, but there was blue and white all around me -ironically my school colors-. There were various "machines" strewn about. The door that I saw my dad out of was on the right side of the room right next to the machine I stood by. The door was a flimsy plywood sliding door that had no lock. The only light in the room came from that one window. It was dark-ish

Various notes-
I remember that I didn't scream for my dad's help because I didn't want him to see me so vulnerable. I would rather be raped than have him see me like that.

No one seemed to notice what the man was saying. The nurse never spoke or made any noise.

The man was very familiar and was rough, then gentle, then rough.

My dad looked through me when he gazed my way.

All I could think about when I woke up was the mysterious man who'd made me do something sexual (no details because I don't want to say it) when I was 5 years old.

Around the time I started to faze out from the dream, I remember that the man looked animalistic. He also started to "melt." His image literally just began to melt.

I remember my dad (after the whole ordeal, probably) saying something like "Oh I never wanted this to happen again. It's like 10 years ago."


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If you can offer any help here, I'd appreciate it. This dream hits home in too many ways. I've had more and more dreams like this one, lately, It's as though my subconscious is trying to make me see something.

Fragments, one involving finding an old sketchbook with an image of a character I haven't drawn (or thought about) in years; another involving a song called Sleepwalker.

A man and a woman in an old abandoned house, the woman's become possessed by the spirit of her ancestor who'd lived there. She says she's hungry, which I, 3rd person observer, am certain is a lead-in to her doing something unnecessarily creepy. She catches a rat and starts chewing on it. I mentally compare it to evil overlords using skulls as building material, too over-the-top and nonsensical to actually be creepy. The possessing spirit knows this man, and she's saying to him, "I will say, however, this is the first time I've seen you in anything but pain." When she says that, he thinks briefly of a relationship he has with someone, but he says, "Come on, be serious -" He then deliberately misremembers her name, trying to downplay the authority she has over him.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

FMA-based, Al is on some huge vehicle, like a train but so large it has a deck like a ship. An old man wearing armor and automail is introducing him to what appears to be a little girl, introducing her as a 'mechanist' who works on the human soul, something that's commonplace here, and which Al's been researching and is excited to finally get a look at. There's a good chance that she's not human but some kind of automaton, that's often the case for mechanists; Al isn't aware of this. She's thinking the same thing about Al, she expects the inside of his armor to be full of bolts and springs.

The old man who'd introduced the two of them gets his automail caught in some piece of machinery, which is dangerous. Al and someone else, a large man, work together to free him, but in the process the machinery pierces a hole through Al's armor, allowing the little girl to see inside and realize it's empty. Al is very self-conscious about this, but the girl's thinking something about how impressed she is that "he'll continue investigating the secrets he was investigating, not the secrets of his body" - the research he's been doing has no bearing on his own problem.

Ed is on a different train. Kimblee, a prisoner, is being transported in the same car, it's a car for military personnel, and Kimblee's saying something about whether (something happens) or (something else happens), he just doesn't care; this annoys Ed. He gets off the train and heads for a stadium where he's supposed to meet Mustang, and he's supposed to make it look like it's a coincidence that they both happen to be there, since they're being watched.

I kept waking up due to pain in my throat, so I ended up with six dream fragments. These are my dreams in chronological order.

DILD:

A friend I know in real life is walking beside me in the autumn woods just behind her house. She looks a bit strange to me, inflated like a balloon and stretched around the eyes, but I don't pay much attention to it. The path we're walking is clear through the brush and a light dusting of snow hides under thick branches. I already know where we're going: A large circular camp with an odd hide tent and fire-pit that has died in the cold gusts.
We both have guns slung over our shoulders (a Ruger M77 for me and a Ross rifle for her if anyone's interested) and mine was cooler! By the time we reach the encampment she silently moves behind the tent. I thought that was kind of odd, but whatever. It's a dream, weird shit happens. Seconds later, I hear a shoot ring out, and a bullet whips by my face. I got to seeeee the bullet. My dreams are the best bros ever.
Because I'm awesome in both my real hunting and dream hunting, apparently, I swing the rifle off my shoulder in a fluid move and engage the bullet. It only takes a moment for me to aim from twenty yards and pull the trigger.
Dream ends. Saltwater is gurgled and Benadryl is taken in copious amounts.

Slightly graphic
WILD:

I'm sitting in someone's living room with a government-style dossier in my lap. Paper targets litter the floor and the bulls-eyes are ripped apart by large-caliber bullets. The dull sofa I'm chilling like a baws on is torn and stained in more place than the dreaming human mind can count.
So, I open the flimsy paper book and a severed human head greets me. His skull is ripped open in five spots that look to be about .22-size organized in a triangular shape but it looks to have been bleached under water. A vague sense of familiarity encases the picture when I realize I passed the guy on the street last week.
This carries on with multiple people I can barely consider acquaintances: A late cashier I saw being yelled at by their boss, an elderly lady I helped walk across the street and another foolish skateboarder who fell trying to jump eight steps. Each had nearly identical wounds to the first but the last picture has thin blunt force trauma instead of entry wounds. Guess which one.
Dreams ends. I wake up coughing slightly.

DEILD:

I'm in a gigantic skate park in the middle of the night. I'm not on a skateboard: I'm on a hoverboard. With a laser gun. Not a ton to this dream: I just hovered(?) around shooting other people on their boards between my sweet moves. Nobody else was recognizable due to a paintball-esque suit, but I didn't the feeling that I knew them. You know how your dream tells you stuff like this. But, when someone got shot and fell off their board, they disintegrated on the floor in pixel-like dust.
I didn't win, but I didn't lose either by the time the dream ended.

DEILD:

So I was a swan. A black swan, precisely. I'm not really sure why, but when I tried to move my arms they were big black wings. "Oh, I'm a black swan!" Not gonna argue with my mind there. I flippered, floppered, swan-walked around a little on a strange little hill before I decided to go flying.
It was pretty awesome. One of the better dream flights I've had, because I felt the need to actually FLAP and all. But I knew what would make it cooler: Mid-air fights. Another swan, maybe. I just let my mind process it. Before I had time to really react, three Arado Ar 76 (German jet fighters) pull out of the clouds.
Aaaand, I spit fireballs at them, from my awesome black beak. Rolling, diving, twisting and turning around the pit-patters of machine gun fire and then fireworks as I ignited their engines. Every time I put a plane down another one came out of the clouds until the sun set.
Dream ends. More saltwater gurgling.

WILD:

This one was pretty awesome. When I used to LD a LOT, I created this thing called the Hallway. I used the Hallway as a cool way to access dreams I could remember or plot-lines that my subconscious would be cool. Basically, my mind's eye thinks it's this insanely tall, narrow corridor that stretches out longer than I can see, with monotone brown doors on both sides. Each door has plaque on it where I can "write" whichever dream or things I want in my dream.
I got to revisit the Hallway again, and I picked a dream that looked exactly like the Hallway, because I figured that'd be awesome dream-ception. When I stepped into the new hallway, however, there was only one door. And a centaur behind me. Just as I was stepping through the next door after dodging a charging centaur, the dream ended.
I had to get up and do some crap, but I just passed out on my bed later.

Non-lucid dream:

I was playing a violin. I have no clue how to play violin, but it sounded quite nice. As I played the violin, however, surges of strange colors would flood my vision and twist the environment like I was stuck in a kaleidoscopic tube. There's not much I can say other than each note turned into a specific color or in a predictable way. Associating sound with visual context would be a cool way to learn music in real life, though.

Fragment

I am riding the school bus. I know S is there but everyone else is unfamiliar. We are going on a field trip to look for art references of all things. I think I got mildly lucid and was looking for my dream guide as an art reference.

Fragment: Minecraft


I am in a rainforest biome. I jump off a mountain into the water.

Brains!

I am in my tech school class and the room looks pretty normal save for there is a door in the corner of the room where we have the green-screen set up. The greenscreen has been replaced with a marker board and the remaining camera equipment has been pushed aside.
I am on my computer... doing whatever when the teacher calls us over by the door. He begins by drawing a brain on the board. (Given this is an art class, I think we are learning about... how to draw brains...?) So I expect he will experiment with drawing the brain from different angles and what not.
No, the dream goes a different route. The teacher is actually going to lecture us on the different regions of the brain and what their functions are. (Again, this is an art/computer animation class)
The first thing he does is draw a small circle in the middle of the brain. He makes a joke by saying that this is how much of his brain is actually functional. A few people laugh, including me. He then erases the circle and begins talking seriously about the lesson.
I get bored almost immediately and begin to think about how this lesson COULD actually intrest me. I think about the only brain related topic that I'm actually interested in, in hopes that maybe I could bring it up in the class discussion. (Obviously that topic is dreaming.)
Hmm...Dreaming. Lucid dreaming. I should do a reality check.
I don't even finish my thought when a dream character bursts through the door and shoots me with a gun. I wake up.

Well screw you too, random dream character.

A little bit better recall last night.

There was one classical mother dream - I spare you.
Again containing our old house - and my grandmother.

Once more that theme of being in some way or other in that other house, where I used to get thrown out and lately leave on my own - but always something different is a reason for a bad consciousness towards these parents - me having done something wrong - twice with other people involved with me and my mischief..
Funnily - again there was music in my dream - this time the father of the house started singing some historical x-mas hymns..

Also again a bus ride/journey.
Boring stuff with forgetting things in the bus. Searching for money, seemingly going lost all the time..

Later stopping at a bakery for cake - and it ends up a butcher´s shop but with lots of books on how to do butchery and a talkative butcher..
I got my cake anyway from him.


Later were again derelict houses present - and me wondering, if one could squat in them or find something interesting.

One thing I feel I got from the menthol-thread - having rose-shoots and inventing some system to fast-grow them in maybe 40 cm diameter and 1.5 m high glass tubes - and these were full with plants and soil - and especially long mushrooms - and the roses liked that and made their way up the tubes.

This I proudly presented to my grandmother.

11.12.2013

Random Gun Fire Kills Children in Sporadic Intervals (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

When I became lucid, it’s in a dream setting similar to a school cafeteria. It's completely different from the pre-existing models my mind usually utilizes. The flooring has the basic bland light gray colored tiling with black tar/rubbery-like substances between the creases.

It's either morning or early afternoon, and there's a lot of individuals in their own groups. Two distinct groups where the ones that seemed to be Hispanic. For some weird reason, I had some predisposition into thinking they could be two gangs that have turmoil between each other.

It seemed pretty normal in the sense of a school having individuals desperately trying to find an identity for themselves through gregarious activities with peers to have some illusory perception that there could actually be sustainable bonding. And I happened to be in the middle passively acknowledging their existence.

I hear abrupt and short bursts of gun fire to the left, and I immediately turn in that direction to see the group to the left of me panicking and crowding around someone that may have been shot. Naturally, I get up to see what actually happened.

There's a man who seems to be close to descending into a crying fit as he's holding a dead child in his arms. I can't really describe the details of how the dead child look because it was too disgusting to even contemplate on it.

There's blood streaming through the child's face in several directions, almost as if there's some kind of radial streak originating somewhere along their chest. The group seems to be in a longer state of shock, and I didn't pay attention to what was going on with the group to the right of me.


For some reason I wanted to confirm that this actually just happened, that a child just randomly dies due to gun fire that was very difficult to confirm where the origin was. Seeing how there were walls surrounding the building, the only presumption that can be made is that the bullets can somehow pass through walls and people and solidify until it meets whatever target the shooter wants.


After looking at the child and the man who seems to be at his nadir, I presumed he was either the father, or some kind of relative to the child. Then I noticed most individuals here seems to be around my age or even older, and it felt weird with them existing in a school that would seem to be formatted for Middle School and High School.

I don't know where I'm headed, but I just wanted to get out immediately because of my current attachment to the high state of paranoia of who would be next.

This next environment seems to be an expanded version of the previous one, and the next attack seemed to have been initiated diagonally to the right. I'm sitting with a dream character that was a counterpart of the waking life individual I talked with in High School mostly though lunch period.

Although his existence didn't really seem to matter much, though for the sake of just getting some descriptions down:

• He was wearing a bland gray shirt, dark blue jeans, and his usual messy hairstyle

• His body composition emulated gestures that seemed as if bad was going to happen, though I'm not sure why I'm led to believe this

Most of my attention was on the right section of the dream environment, and I seemed to have some restriction to turn to the left. Maybe it's because I felt something bad would happen in the direction I'm paying attention to the most, or it's something else entirely that I wasn't aware of.


Then more gun fire comes in randomly, and everyone starts screaming. I get up immediately, and the person to the right of me gets up and seems to be shifting his head left and right frantically trying to find where the shot came from.

Turns out it's another child that died, though I didn't bother to take that into consideration seeing how I ended up bringing out the neurotic state again. Since the attack came from afar, I didn't bother paying attention into looking at the child.

Because at the point, if I came in to see what would happen, I would be questioning why I would want to make the attempt to go there and confirm whatever visualizations would show up of the late child's body. And like the previous event, I get out like everyone else eventually did.

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11.12.2013

Running a Mile in 4:30 (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Guess DILDs are my frequent means of reaching lucidity. That's glad to know considering how haven't done any WBTB lately, and the fact that I was sleeping late and waking up fairly late as well.

The environment looks exactly like the middle school I used to go to, except there some weird atmospheric overlay of brown, orange, and other warm colors. It seemed it was close to night time, but the sunset managed to sustain its existence for a pretty long time.


The conditions of the dream with the environment, and where I was placed with other dream characters and other factors such led me to believe there was going to be a mile run. I can't recall when the coach blew the whistle, but I proceeded to run at the same time everyone did.

I seemed to have realized my legs wouldn't tire out, though I seemed to have been experiencing psychosomatic processes where I felt like I was tired after running fast from the start. The dream shifts to where now I have to go around a huge ring where there was a large field of grass in the middle.

However, it wasn't necessary to go around this circle. All I needed to do was get to the middle, and then turn around and dash all the way back to the start, and then turn to the right to the next new outer ring. I was stumbling a bit in my movements, but then a random image somehow gave me a jolt of energy.

Out of all the imagery that could show up to emit some kind of emotional response, Shanks from One Piece shows up and fades away. It was a younger version of him smiling while wearing a straw hat, at least younger than the current version that looks like he's in his late 30s or something.

Either that was some weird reference on how Luffy has a long-term goal of eventually meeting Shanks when he becomes more powerful, or just a random image altogether.

Anyway, deus ex machina kicks in and I'm running very fast. So fast that I'm already close to finishing the mile run and I'm already by the large gates that I have to go outside the edges. I then get the urge to propel myself to run even faster and finally reached the end.

The coach looks like exactly like the waking life counterpart that seemed to be in his late twenties. He was wearing a dark blue polo shirt along with dark gray sports shorts. He checked his stopwatch and stated that I finished the mile in 4 minutes and 30 seconds.


Clearly something I never was able to do during middle school or even in my current state.

The dream shifts to where I'm heading somewhere holding a cellphone and calling someone. I don't know who it was, but based on how I felt and communicated with them, it was someone really close. Though that's pretty vague seeing how it could be anyone really. I told them how I managed to finish a mile in 4:30, and by that time it was night time.

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11.12.2013

Messy Apartment and the Realism Distracts Me From Dream Logic (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in an apartment that resembles the one when I was in College Station, and it seems my father was on his way over there. I didn't know how much time I actually had, but with the situation I'm in now in the dream, my apartment was a horrible mess.

Everything here felt so real to the point where I really started to get distracted. I tried formulating ways to clean up this mess before actually doing so, but I barely got anything done. Then the dream shifts to where I meet an individual in waking life that I'll just abbreviate as Jas.

Jas seemed to be close to this area for some reason in order for me to interact with him so easily. He looked exactly like his waking life counterpart, probably to near perfection. His expression and his fairly passive demeanor to twist his words a bit to make himself look better seems to be there, but that could just be my conceptual schemes playing out within this dream.

He seemed more casual, and even friendlier than he is in waking life. It was almost as if I was a very close friend of his within this dream. I was getting something out of a Jeep Blazer vehicle, and I seemed to ignore the fact that I owned a vehicle for once as well.


Jas was stating something, and I interrupted him with a joke since how what he was saying was going to end up awkward and weird. I forgot what I actually took out, but I went back to the apartment only to go back to square one on what to do with the messy apartment.

Sometimes I wonder if it was an error in perception on the apartment being messy, and instead it I was probably confused on how there were so many objects in front of me that were most likely organized in a weird fashion.

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11.12.2013

Relative Catches Me Late at Night (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm just going to be lazy and give a brief overview of what happened:

• It's night time in the dream
• I wanted to get out of the house that I was in for reasons I can't recall
• My relative wanted to get out, but he wasn't aware that I was outside for a few seconds
• I ended up walking into his direction, and he's surprised on how I was able to get out
• I go back into the house

First thing I remember is being with my 2 best friends (they exist IRL). We were going to a park. I remember us walking down the street trying to find some cool place in this park. Suddenly both of my friends disappeared and I was in a basement with the tiger. This looked pretty much like a mission from a game like GTA but pretty realistic. The tiger was really small, it looked more like a big savage cat but really cool and friendly. The owner of the tiger was in the house and I needed to be careful. It was a weird house, the architecture had no sense at all, the basement was below some stairs and was really tiny. At some point the owner (was a skinny blond girl) started going up these stairs and calling her tiger, so I "communicate" with the tiger and make him meow, she relaxes and keeps going upstairs, she didn't see me. So I keep going with my mission, I open a sliding door (or window maybe, it was kinda small) and let the tiger out of the house. Suddenly 2 dogs start barking at me and the tiger. I try to tell my tiger to kill one of the dogs but instead they started to play friendly. The girl came out of the house with some kind of rifle, she realized I stole her "kittie" and started chasing me and shooting me. My tiger and I started running faster than I ever did. My tiger was much faster than me so I lost him. Those two dogs also were chasing me. I remember my keys fell from my pocket and my friendly tiger gave it to me with his hands, and then I started looking to my keys specting to find a flare gun (weird, i know) but it didn't work. So there was I being chased by a crazy woman with a freacking rifle and 2 dogs (whom i think they both transmuted into humans). One of the human-dogs got hit by a car, then i realized the girl was also owner of the dogs. Basically I realized i stole her tiger and tried to kill one of her dogs with her own tiger. The persecution stopped and i walk to the girl and her looked at her human-dogs, she fell on the floor and almost unconscious she started crying, i felt a little bad but then I woke up and thought it was a really cool dream after all I made a tiger-friendd. I hope I see him again in my dreams

I'm not gonna take the time to use all my codes because I only remember one small part of this dream. I was posting up parking cones and yellow lining and I did a watch check and became lucid. All I did after that was mess around, because I was at a very light level of lucidity.

We were visiting my father in law, and strangely we had brought a dresser with us. The dresser had a mirror attached to the top of it. When we came back from an outing, we discovered that the dresser no longer had the mirror attached to it. My father in law had been alone with the dresser, but he did not admit to breaking it, and we decided it would be impolite of us to mention it. However, much later my father in law did admit to breaking it and also admitted that he did not admit to it before because he could not afford to pay to get it fixed - in this dream the idea was that this would be expensive to fix.

I set my alarm to 5am, and it to snooze every half hour until 7am.
I remember hearing the beeping sound from the alarm. I didn't move or open my eyes. I just had a dream where I was at my grand parents house and had some dinner or something. The other part of the dream I was a mecha robot about to rain pain onto some bad guys, I woke up here.
I heard the alarm and woke up, completely still. I Knew I was awake, and tried to enter my previous dream. I tried to imagine the mecha dream before me, and tried to enter the dream.... I entered a dream.... At first it seemed I entered the dream successfully. In the dream, when I awoke, I was about to fight some guys, and I tried to imagine exactly that. For a second everything seemed like something out of an anime. It was like I was transforming into the mecha I was in the previous dream. I was ready to enter the dream lucid as fuck!!! Next thing I knew, I was non lucid, and just had a continuation of the mecha dream.... It was non lucid..... Dang. We'll I was close...

Apparently i missed to auto-snooze alarms this night. At 5am and 5:30. We'll I guess I was super tired from being out late (was watching The Hobbit thing in the cinema). I went to bed at around 12am..... Dang I missed my DEILD opportunities because of that.. Was it worth it? I think so yeah

What to do better:
First of all I should try to get, in total, my 8hours of sleep. Today if everything went as planned, I would only have gotten a max of 7 hours sleep. Would it make a huge difference? Maybe..

Next, I should increase the volume of my alarm, now that I missed 1hour of potential DEILDs because of that...

I tried entering the dream through a door way. And after that, I lost lucidity... It's actually a bit strange how I just randomly lost. Lucidity after entering the dream.. I might read up on WILD and DEILD techniques to enter the previous dream...

The good thing:
I was super close! The night before this, I just stumbled back to sleep after a WBTB, but this time, I was actually close to succeeding.

Fragment: Football.

I am playing football. (Strange b/c I don't even know the rules of football in RL.) We are about to score a touchdown when the other team starts cheating. I don't see how they are cheating at first, but then realize that some of the players on the other team are "football robots".

Fragment: Random

I am feeding ducks cheese bugles. (SERIOUSLY, BRAIN, WHAT THE HECK!?!?!!?) One of the ducks tries to fly away, but I think gets shot by a hunter. The other one starts barfing the cheese bugles back up next to me. They are much bigger and covered in ... duck spit? I don't want to eat them, even though the duck seems to be offering them to me.

Lucid Nightmare: Dentist in math class

I am in my math class. At least two other kids are talking about an assignment, and the teacher is pestering me about something. Eventually she stops and I get ready to sit down, but a dentist comes in and tells me I must have a dental operation.
A large dentist chair complete with instruments appears at the front of the class. The dentist sort of forces me to lay down and leather restraints go onto my arms. The dentist explains that I must have my braces augmented then he will use a laser to kill germs on my teeth.
We cut straight to the laser part. The laser comes down from the ceiling on this robotic arm. The projector is a chrome cone like device. (Another cool sci-fi design) The laser beam itself was actually a purple color. I get to somehow watch as the dentist uses the laser to clean cavities on the inside of my own mouth. But he seems to be making mistakes and having the laser hit my gums. This hurts. A lot.
Eventually, he gets done with the laser. He says he is going to start pulling bad teeth out. He gets a rather intimidating set of pliers and pulls out one or two teeth. This hurts. Even more. He keeps pulling teeth out, and I can feel the inside of my mouth. I'm trying to figure out what teeth he's pulling.
Okay, this has gone far enough. Somehow one of my hands gets free of the restraints and i do a nose plug RC.
I'm lucid, but the dream is really unstable. Heck, I can feel my arm in two places at once, pinching my nose, and sitting by the side of my body under a blanket.
Nevertheless, this dentist doesn't seem to like the fact I've become lucid. He begins to wake me up by casting a magical spell from his hand. I want him to stop (for obvious reasons), I feel for the tray by the side of my chair and grab a handful of dental tools. I'm ready to stab him when I wake up completely.