non-lucid

Fragments: Something composed of metal loops that I take for an art piece, believing it's something to do with male and female; instead I'm told it's a spell for godhood. A scene with a teacher and student. A reference to 'maenad.'

Classic movie monsters. The dream was in black and white, and featured Bela Lugosi's Dracula and Lon Chaney Jr's Wolfman. Through some plan of Dracula's, Talbot winds up becoming a vampire, while Drac becomes the wolfman instead, and essentially human when it's not a full moon. Talbot's not thrilled with any of this. There's a scene in which Dracula springs Talbot from an asylum through the window, before the monster-type switch; and afterward, a confrontation in a swamp in which Dracula is talking about world domination, and how the ability to appear human was required.

I'd been talking to someone about a career change I was considering, when I realize I'm still wearing a change of clothes I acquired earlier in a dream. At first, I think it a marvel, a thing in a dream that carried over into real life - but later on, as I'm sitting around a dinner table having a boring conversation, I realize that actually it must be an indication that I'm still dreaming. I become lucid and immediately start floating in the air; I stopped paying attention to the other characters in the room and didn't see them after this point. Initially I intended to go outside and continue flying, but then I decide to try something new this time. I decide to summon a god - Apollo, since summoning his light for an anti-nightmare technique has been very effective, but he's yet to show up in person. I'm also thinking his association with trance states might carry over into lucid dreaming. I close my eyes so that I can't see the room, and I focus on him, call him. Nothing happens. I eventually give up, open my eyes again. I think a little more structure may be helpful, and I should probably keep my eyes open; I remember a time when a dream fell apart completely after I stopped focusing on visuals.

I go to a mirror, but instead of calling Apollo again, this time I decide to call up an image of my ideal future self (possibly related to the non-lucid talk of career changes earlier). Several options appear one at a time, and I reject each of them. Many of them bear very little physical resemblance to me, and most are wearing glasses (which I don't need). Eventually I settle on one that I approve of (though why I approved of this particular one, I don't know); he looks like something out of the 1700s. When I turn away from the mirror, he's standing next to me. He seems a little confused by this, but he's just here for me to get a more detailed look at him. But while he's here anyway, we decide to fuck. Eventually I remember my original intention to summon a god and I decide that's more interesting than what is essentially dream masturbation, so I leave him on the floor by the mirror and go back to the table. I sit down, then remember I didn't bother to get dressed again; I decide I'd rather have clothes on for this. I try to summon clothing by just deciding I am wearing clothes, but this doesn't work; I think perhaps it doesn't work only because I can clearly see and feel myself not wearing clothes, so I'm trying to overrule the evidence of my senses. My shirt's by the table, but my pants are all the way across the room, so I just pick up the shirt and try to extend it, to use it as a source of materials to create something new. This seems to be working, but very slowly. I don't care to wait; I give up and just walk back across the room for my pants, and start thinking about the 'rules' of dreams - thinking that perhaps it's better to work with what's already in the environment rather than try to create new things from scratch all the time; less wasteful, less effort. I become aware that I'm starting to wake up.

Side-note Lucid


Time snapshots
I'm driving in my car to go to my chiropractor. I realize it's still morning, and I don't have my appointment until early afternoon, but for some reason I don't turn around. I realize it's about ten thirty, and I know I have a conference call at eleven, so I just need to be sure not to miss it. I go through a light in the right lane which turns into a right-hand-only turn lane. I somehow end up letting the car coast to a stop. I'm really confused about what's going on. Two large trucks are to my left, also stopped. I remember there's an app on my phone that saves snapshots in time and lets me go back to them. I quickly pull it up and hit the Back button. With a sound like a timebug in World of Goo, I'm back at the last light, going through it. I know this is too late - I'm about to get stuck on the turn lane - so I hit the button again. Now I'm at the previous light, and I have time to switch lanes before I get stuck.

I'm really excited about this. If I can rewind time yet still remember everything that happened, the possibilities are endless! I can read all the books I want, then rewind time so that the reading took no time at all! I can spend a long time solving a difficult problem, then rewind time and remember the solution. I try to think if there's a way to bring something back with me, a completed piece of work, but I don't know how that could be done. Maybe there's a way to time-proof a USB stick? I start to think about sleep - surely being awake for a long time would take its toll? - but then I reason I can sleep whenever and then rewind time to before I slept.

I'm still driving. It's almost time for my appointment, so I can't turn around, but I'm still going to be pretty early. I'm on a two-lane road with lots of trees. Someone is trying to come out of a driveway on my left but waits for me to pass first. Now I'm walking into a strange structure. I'm in a short stairwell that's C shaped. The lighting is pretty dim. I start to walk up, then realize I'm still too early. I hear someone coming down and hurry out; I feel like I'd be embarrassed if I met them. Now I'm back outside walking down some steps. I pass a maintenance worker going the other way. I realize I'm wearing only my V-neck undershirt. He comments "nice neck." I'm a little embarrassed but I don't worry about it too much.

Now I realize that I can undo this whole trip if I have a snapshot from before I left. I go to pull up the time snapshot app, but I find that I have a bunch installed and it takes a moment to figure out which is the one I'd been using earlier. I'm disappointed to see that it only has three snapshots. The main listing only shows the time the snapshot was taken and not the date; I have to click the triple-dot icon to get a details page. One seems to be some kind of default snapshot - the date is 1-1-00 - and I'm not going to touch that. The next has a very strange label that I don't understand. In trying to get details about it I somehow put it into Sharing mode. I have no idea what it means to share a time snapshot, but I wish I hadn't done it.

Now I'm walking down a hallway in a building similar to the one I work in. Windows are floor to ceiling to my left, though there are occasional pillars and lots of moving boxes piled around. A wall is to my right, occasionally opening out into an office or other open area. I realize I'm now completely naked and don't have the phone any more. Oddly, I'm not embarrassed at all, more annoyed at myself. I have the feeling the phone is on my jeans on one of the piles of boxes further back in the hallway, but I'm not positive. I realize I have to get the phone: if I do, I can undo all of this. I turn around and start heading the other way. A couple of women come out of an office in front of me. I sidestep behind a pillar and use a hand to cover myself, nodding respectfully to them as they pass. Neither one takes any notice of me.

After the women pass without comment, I realize this is a dream. I do a nose-pinch RC to further convince myself, and I'm not surprised to feel air moving through my closed nostrils. I immediately try to remember my current goals. I know that number one on the list is to look at and count my fingers. I hold up my right hand and look at it. I have five fingers, but when I hold them stretched out, my middle and ring fingers are at a very obtuse angle - a little further and they'd be pointed directly away from each other. I keep looking and my hand kind of blurs; now it looks almost as if my left and right hands are superimposed on top of each other. I can see a thumb and pointer sticking out of each side, and there's a jumble of fingers in the middle. When I bend my pointer, I see it moving on both sides of my hand. I wiggle another finger and see both copies wiggling. I had been hoping I'd get an extra finger that I'd have conscious control over. Oh well, maybe another time.

I remember the next thing on the list was to try to become extra aware of my environment. To my left is what looks like a small section from a dollar store. Shelving units are filled with all kinds of junk. I decide to reapply the nose pinch (using my left hand) to help keep me focused, then start to look at the items on the shelves. The shelf nearest me has what look like baby bath toys. As I'm trying to slowly move my attention from one to another, I realize that I'm now holding my upper lip instead of my nose, so I readjust my fingers to once again hold my nose. I notice a couple of stacks of items on the shelf, and I realize they're shaking. I identify this as the dream not being as stable as it should be. I try to stare at them, willing them to stop shaking, but it doesn't work (in hindsight, focusing on them gave the vibrations more power; I should have just ignored them). I give up on it and keep walking along the corridor, coming out into a larger room. I get stuck with my eyes closed and I try to focus on breathing through my closed nose. After a few moments, the feeling of breathing through my nose changes subtly - more like my nose is stuffed - and I "realize" I've woken up so I can't breath through a pinched nose any more. I wake up for real moments later.


Fragment:
I'm trying to do something for a group of women. Nothing I do makes them happy, and I'm starting to feel really frustrated.

This dream began with me in my front yard. 2 zombies walked by, dragging a body. For some reason, this didn't seem out of the ordinary to me at all. But then, some bikers moved in down the street from me. They were continuously shouting and fighting and shooting at each other. At one point, my mom and brother were leaving to go to the store and I had to go with them because I was scared the bikers would rob them. This is when the dream got weird. I went to go leave the yard when a mouse jumped down my shirt. I freaked out and shook around and it fell out, but it wasn't mouse, it was a hairpiece of some sort? Anyway, my mom then says: "Remember those zombies? All they had to do was take out that guys heart and brain and replace it with theirs and they'd be all good!" The three of us proceeded to laugh (for some reason) and then I woke up.

Came back to my apartment after the Christmas holidays. This was my first night back at my place and I didn't sleep/dream well at all.
1. dream: I'm driving a car and obviously I'm going way too fast as suddenly I'm being dragged out of the curve. This dragging sensation is so strong, that I wake up

2. dream: A woman, I don't know her, presents me a greeting card with a stork on it. The stork looks weird and his beak is either missing or hidden. Later she asks me what a good reality check would be. And I tell her, well something was wrong with the stork. AND YET I DON'T DO A RC OR REALIZE I AM DREAMING!! She just shakes her head and says "I'll ask someone else. You don't know shit about lucid dreaming!"
And that night she was right, I didn't realize shit

Recently I keep dreaming of my grandmother. There is no real good reason for it, besides maybe the fact that she is giving my mother a really hard time right now.
The only thing I remember is that I had two dreams that night and grandma was in both of them.

Legend: Non-Lucid , Semi-Lucid , Lucid

A Rusty Death:
I'm playing rust and I'm gathering materials to craft. As i gather, someone shoots at me so i start running between trees in an attempt to find a spot safe enough to return fire. I get behind a rock and kill my enemy. Shortly after, a person sneaks up behind me and kills me. But i respawn extremely close by and happen to respawn with a gun too. So i run over to the the guy who killed me and is now looting my body and i shoot him. I hide in some grass and a new person comes up to the now dead bandit. I kill him too. Then a guy on a horse shows up. He gets off to check the bodies and i shoot his horse which is now running away. I only land a couple of hits on him. He starts walking over to me. As he does, 4 people stand up in the grass around me and also start heading over to me. At this point, I see no hope of escape so i just stand still speechless that they surrounded me. As the leader of the group nears me, he hits me with the back of his gun and i die.

Cave Torch
It's dusk and I'm out on a barren plane traveling with another man. We're riding horses. He starts talking about how he's going to kill his horse and eat it. I call him out and say that he's lying which he was. After a while, we make it to a cave and we walk in. The cave looks like someone used to live in it, it's stocked with all sorts of stuff and is in nice condition. We start taking torches and lighting the walls up. I make a remark about how the torches emit more light in your hands than on the wall (in this dream, the torches really did emit more light in your hands). After we get the whole cave lit up. My partner goes off into some room. I start looting all the barrels and chests laying around. Then, as i open one chest, an alarm goes off. Me and my partner react like we're playing payday 2. We immediately find two people and take them hostage.

As night falls, I only notice 3 people in the cave: Me, my partner, and a young lady we tied up when the alarm went off. I can't find the other person. The cave itself is now like a small house with bedrooms, a tv and so on. The lady goes off to bed. My partner is now a fat mean man and is drinking while watching TV. I lay down on a couch and suddenly, i get a vision of myself. I'm a woman traveling in the astral plane in an attempt to communicate with the lady that is now asleep. That's where the dream ends.

It's not really that funny. I promise.

Part one:

I am watching some move about a man who is in the military. He is asleep in the barracks, which looks pretty typical of military barracks. He wakes up from a dream/nightmare and decides to call his family over the phone.
He begins talking with his wife, who apparently has just recently had a baby. But then the other men in the barracks (who are trying to sleep and are getting annoyed by this man talking) begin shooting some kind of tranquilizer darts from their beds to make him go back to sleep. Apparently this is some kind of rule in the barracks that if somebody is keeping you from sleep your allowed to tranquilize them.
Despite being hit with over 20 of these darts the man actually keeps talking for a few minutes before the poison is actually able to knock him out. There is some rabble amongst the other men in the barracks and eventually they all just go back to sleep.
The thing about this scene was that it was supposed to be funny somehow, but to me, I sort of felt bad for the man.
My "camera" flies down to the end of the barracks and I end up in my own body. (Great, so I'm one of the soldiers now.) Also time goes by very fast while the camera moves. It is now about 5:50 in the morning and everyone is supposed to wake up at six.
Knowing I don't want to be tranquilized like that other poor sap a few hours earlier, I just decide to lay in bed, and enjoy the feeling, not let anyone know that I am awake.
Eventually 6:00 am rolled around and your stereotypical grumpy drill sergeant came in, woke everyone up and had us do jumping jacks to prepare for the day.

Part two:

I am in my town, but it looks like summertime rather than wintertime. (Here, In Michigan, it is the dead of winter.) I am making my way down the main street of our town when I see about a dozen spherical flying robots pass over me. All of the robots are white with a trio of glowing red eyes aligned horizontally across the front. On the sides there are two circular panels that can extend out and reveal a machine gun on either side of the robot.
So the robots reveal their machine guns, break their formation, and begin terrorizing the town. Another dream character instructs me to run to the train depot. (Even though we don't have a train depot in our town in RL.)
The other dream character explains to me that these robots are of alien origin. He says he know how to stop however. He takes out a communicator device and calls up his "superhero friends".
His two superheroes show up. The first one is a man who seems to have super strength and flying ability. I see him fly into the air and grab one of the robots, then crush it. The second one is a woman who has martial arts abilities. She jumps in the air and kicks one of the robots so hard that it actually breaks in half.
The superheroes get busy fighting, there are over 20 robots attacking my town. The man is continuing to explain something to me, but I am losing interest.

Part Three:

I am in the car with my mother. She is telling me that because there are alien robots attacking earth now, that militarized forces were offering some handsome financial benefits for anyone who joins.
I sort of circle the idea of joining the army, listing mostly cons as my mom tries to convince me. We arrive at my house, but continue discussing this.
Eventually my mom confesses that she already signed me up for a one-day "trial" for the army that is sort of like boot camp for a day. She says that if I like it, I can choose to stay in the army, but if not, I'm welcome to drop out after the first day and we can forget the whole thing happened. We both sorta know already that I'm not going to enjoy it and drop out after the first day.
But then came the thing we couldn't decide on. In RL, I keep my hair long (though I'm a guy), and It's just my signature look. And in the army you have to shave. Er... no. I am not getting shaved if I am only going to be in the army for one day. And this is what we get into our big argument about. We fight about it for a few minutes and the dream ends.

Fragment:

I was at school, in the cafeteria.

I had several - but one dream of last night I will journal a bit because it was great.
There was a shop, I felt like knowing - which sold little art-objects and handmade clothes.
I was looking through the window - when a woman came out, and said she had seen my little objects from an exhibition, I had also dreamt about sometime in the last weeks.

This dream was very much like furthering earlier dreams - I think, I had dreamt the shop before and explored it - and the one with the exhibition I still remember well.

She led me through the backdoor of the shop - and it was a huge house behind it - getting bigger with exploring new rooms/stairs/galleries.

But first she showed me the tools and materials they used - and then some people showed up and it was a sculpture class.
I had no money - but she said, I take part anyway.
So I did - and later it all turned into an art-academy with lots of very friendly, bit "artsy" and beautiful people.
There were also cafès and a club with bar and I got to meet many people and talked and they showed me their stuff.
I wanted to design clothes and not do more sculpture in the end - and the last I remember was being in a room full of fabrics of all sorts and colour - and I tried to decide on which to want to use.

Very beautiful and vivid dream.

So I dreamt that I was in the downstairs bathroom shapeshifting myself into stuff. I thought it was real life, so I thought, "AWESOME SHAPESHIFTING CAN'T WAIT TO DO STUFF." Out of habit, I did a reality check. The check itself worked perfectly, but I didn't care because FREAKING SHAPESHIFTING POWERS. So, not conscious enough to prolong the dream, I woke up a few minutes later and was disappointed.

Morning of January 6, 2014. Monday.



Firstly, there was another weird body dream (the last one being the six-toes one). My nose has troubles. It feels a bit unusual. I eventually move the vomer bone about (the structure is very loose) and it actually seems to fully break (though there was not much left holding it in) and then it all come out like a loose tooth. I am mildly disturbed by this, but not really worried about it to any serious extent. I could probably see a doctor later. After this, I look in a mirror and notice that (dream logic) because my vomer structure is gone (although my nose somehow still looks perfectly normal), my bottom lip is receding and not visible. I am annoyed by my new appearance of having “no bottom lip”, but will have to live with it I guess. (It is still there, but completely tucked under my upper lip.)

Later, I have no money, but owe a whole year of back rent (do not ask how such a thing is possible, as I have no clue; not sure how I have been eating, either). I wander around in an unknown area of La Crosse, heading south, although nothing is that familiar. I think I am going to work for a small retail business or some such. I have no active memory of my real life at any point in the past or present, for the most part, not even much memory/awareness of relatives. I am walking along on an embankment as well as across certain walls and brick fences just off the sidewalk. Eventually, I cannot walk on the walls - as they become narrower and narrower (older recurring) as well as having a few objects in the way here and there. So I sort of lightly float down (a very short distance - only about four feet) to the sidewalk, but do not become lucid with this subtle act of minor vertical “flying”. I end up walking a bit east, and then back to the north. A man at a round table (possibly Morgan Freeman - not sure why I am dreaming of celebrities far more than usual - very unlike me) offers me money - about two hundred dollars. I am reluctant to take it, but eventually am talked into it so I can give my landlady about half. I then end up walking northward again, through some sort of tunnel.

There is a scene that makes little sense in terms of a more realistic outside environment. There is a giant box spring setup (mostly hollow on the underside) outside and across the street from a mostly isolated park - a somewhat desolate area in some ways. The giant box spring is about the size (in area) of the foundation of a small house. (Perhaps it was specially made for some sort of sport.) I am with several unknown younger people. The older car we were in seemed to be having some sort of mechanical problems so we had stopped for awhile. A car with three females goes by, the driver making a comment at one of the other unknowns. Eventually someone shoots at them and it is my obligation to hide the bodies under the giant box spring (one still being alive at the time), closer to an outer isolated higher wall of gray stone, in a section near the edge, where a lot of taller, but wilting weeds are growing between the wall and the long edge of the giant box spring. One of the males (who seems much like the unknown male from the black smoke dream) notices that the box spring is a bit up off the ground in one section, because of the hip of one of the bodies being just a bit too high. He jumps up and down on that area to make it more even. Apparently, members of the public rarely go to that area. It actually does not even seem that dramatic or macabre.

Earlier, there were longer non-lucid dreams of watching the Cowsills perform in various venues, likely due to having watched a lot of older videos of them. There was also one of my own concert dreams (starting off with “Pipeline” as usual) and featuring a banjo player to my right with me playing the bass for the most part, and including the usual songs. “Pipeline”, “Runaway” (Del Shannon), “The Rain, The Park, and Other Things”, “Speak to the Sky”, “Tennessee Flattop box”, “Dear Prudence”, “Ragtime Cowboy Joe” (not usually a part of my dream concert), “Since I Met You Baby”, “Down in the Boondocks”, and several others. Not sure of the song that is playing before it decays.

01.05.14

Nap in the afternoon.

I work with languages. But now they want me to act in a movie, because my lines are suppose to be spoken in another languages that I speak. I say ok, I'm nt an actor, but whatever.

I'm suppose to prove something, so I'm looking at checkout receipts. I have all of them, but the one that counts. So I say the hell with it. I don't need this shit.

I'm suppose to get out of someplace. I peek into one room, looks like there are opening in the wall that ae dark, partially blocked by some couldrons. Don't like the feel of it and get out. A monster like, mutated human gets out with me. I'm telling him to stay the fuck away or he is gonna get it. He doesn't listen, comes after me and I kick his ass.

There's a woman having a sort of Cinderella transformation - rags to ballgown - but she doesn't seem in the least bit impressed by it. I'm vaguely annoyed at her lack of reaction, but on with the show. She enters a throne room and asks something of the king, who says "But first answer me this. When did you become the Evil Queen?" She doesn't know what to make of this. She says, "I'm not a queen." "Your father is dead," says the king - her father was also a ruler, she became queen the moment he died. The king here holds out a collection of brown papers. He says it's something her father had been putting together the night he died - last night - something urgent, something for her, since she'd been away on this mission.

I'm looking at a book containing a moving image representing En - a small boat on a river, stylized lotus flowers, a lot of gold paint. The color's faded and chipped in places, but still beautiful.

A musician's writing a letter to a friend of his, trying to comfort his friend, and he's thinking about how limited words are, how it can't replicate the sort of things he'd do if he was there in person, even the simple act of putting on a familiar tune. He goes to the gramophone and puts on the tune he was thinking of, and sits to listen to it before he continues writing, thinking that perhaps the feeling he gets from this song will come across in his words.

A couple. A blonde woman is laying out cards on the floor in five columns, representing the guy's past relationships; he's lying on his back next to her, not looking. She observes that his two longest relationships followed the exact same pattern: lasted the same amount of time, ended the same way, with the same warning signs beforehand. She says based on that pattern, if (event) happens at (time into relationship), he might as well bail immediately.

One of the shorter columns is unique in that every card represents things going well, and she wonders why he'd split up with that guy. Privately, she's realizing that he ended things shortly after he'd had some non-romantic encounter with her, and she's wondering if she was the reason for the split. But out loud she just points out how odd it looks that they broke it off considering it seemed to be going so well. He teases her, saying "yeah, I'm starting to miss a bit of swordplay" - part of the joke here is that the guy in question also did something involving literal swords - and she hits him, lightly, on the arm; then she puts the cards down and straddles him, and says something along the lines of "Not like that. I mean, you had a different dynamic than you did with anyone else. Not in a good way. I mean, I liked him, when he was alive - oh, god." He's laughing at her. What she'd been trying to say by 'not in a good way' was that although the two of them clearly got along, they hadn't seemed really emotionally attached, but she's stumbling over this conversation. He assures her, yes, the guy in question had indeed been great when he was alive - teasing her about her reluctance to sound disrespectful of the dead - he was lovely and wonderful and all that, and she's also lovely and wonderful and all that. There's a lot of laughing from both of them over how ridiculous this conversation is.

I'm in my Grandpas house, he's walking around whilst talking to my mom. My Grandma and sister are in the kitchen, Grandma is preparing lunches for all of us because we are going somewhere, but I don't know where. Then I go and walk into the living room while my grandpa walks past me to go into the kitchen, I walk up to this shelf that's holding books, a t.v., and some dvds. I push it on the right side and it spins into an opening to more crap on shelves, but I don't care so I shut it. Suddenly the weather stirs into something awful. Me and my sister go look out the sliding glass door and see that cold white foggy wind is swirling around us in repeated circles. I'm worried because I feel like the earth fell out of the gravitational pull or something, but then my sister tells me that this was supposed to happen, that a change was going to happen and that Jupiter would become visible from earth to the naked eye for seven years. For some reason me and my sister go outside while this crazy wind is happening, and we can't keep steady so we tie each other together with this black piece of trash that blew towards us. We regret it and try to walk back to my grandpas house, but then this bright light keeps flashing in my view and the sky is going in circles, I see the small moon, the small but blinding sun, and then something else, it's a HUGE planet and it's flickering light. We continue walking, and make it back into the house. Then the air calms down outside, and the visibility comes back and the sky is clear of clouds, and we all looked at the huge planet clearly that we'd see for the next seven years.

So I got plenty of sleep and really only had a small fragment of a dream in the morning. I didn't work on recall through out the night just kept trying to get back to sleep.

I was playing pool with a DC and I was solids. I had a shot in the side pocket and I lined up with a couple different balls. I shot a white ball and a red ball and scratched. The DC I was playing with stacked the balls all on top of one another until they were about 6 or 8 high. He hit the stack and the balls went everywhere.

Not a very cool dream.

Other people have monsters, dragons or at least a rabid dog to threaten them - me - nope.
I have a horror-rabbit - second time.
Last night I had one moment of semi-lucidity - but was happy with having 5 fingers - got to change RC - my dreaming self knows now the number of my fingers.
They were blurry and unclear - but the fixation on counting was hindering me.

Bit later in that dream - I got attacked by said killer-rabbit - I admit - I am a bit embarrassed by my subconscious choice of opponent..

It was nasty - I got lucid - and then it jumped me and bit into my arm - it hurt!!
I thought about anotherdreamer and his gnawing demons and tried to love it - still hurt - so I rather made a roar and flung it away.
And good was.
And lucidity was also gone..