non-lucid

Nice that for once, my dreams aren't so fragmented and pointless.

I was at some movie theater (or just regular theater for plays and such) and my family was watching some performance. I can't even remember if what was shown was a movie or a play.
But after it was over, we got outside and everyone save for me wanted to talk about the themes of (whatever it was we just saw) but I wasn't interested. I don't think I had enjoyed it as much as my family. So I had to wait patiently while they talked. Fortunately, it didn't take them too long.
We changed topics to who was going to ride in who's car. I got with my grandfather. It was just me and him in his car. We pulled out of the theater and were in a pretty remote looking rural community.
He turned out of the theater, it was a bland building and went to the right. After about a quarter mile the road became dirt and turned to the left. I also remember there being a sign saying "watch for poop" and thinking that was funny.
We wound up outside this farm house built on a small hill. Most of it was surrounded by a dense, lush forest. I got out, and all of my cousins were there. The farmer came out and introduced himself. I think he had some really generic name like "farmer Joe" he started giving us a tour of his farm by gesturing to in different directions and telling us what there was. I was excited because he had goats (what!? I like goats!) I know he also had chickens, roosters and three cats.
He told us we were going to be helping out on his farm. He gave me this metal tool that looked sort of like a big two-pronged fork. (I have no idea if that's a real farming tool to be honest.) and told me that the cats would lead me to my work spot.
I began to run after the cats. Because the farm was in a rural area, I was running through a maze of trees and bushes to get there; I woke up trying to find my work assignment.

So when I first recall the dream, I am with a group of my friends about to enter into a house. It looks perfectly normal on the outside: a standard, middle-class American house, painted a medium blue in color and two stories. I am unsure why we are going inside, but I am with my friends so I follow them on in.

Coming inside I find us in what seems to be an exceptionally long hallway with only the way we came in and another door that continues on into the home. My friends quickly run through the next door, leaving me behind. Running to catch up with them, I'm surprised to find that when I follow through the door they are no where in the room, and I come upon a kitchen. It's completely void of life and when I holler for my friends I get no response. Concerned, I turn back around and go back through the door that I had just entered through.

However, to my dismay, I am not back in the hallway. Now I'm in a bathroom and there is a girl sitting on top of the toilet cover, a laptop in her lap as she steadily types away. I'm highly confused at this point and attempt to speak with her, asking her where my friends are, but she seems to blatantly ignore me and continues typing on her keyboard. I leave her to go through the door I entered once more and find myself in yet another room. I am steadily freaking out at this point, quickly running through doors and rooms to try to find my friends and get myself out of that house. Occasionally I come across people but they act as if I do not exist at all and ignore any interaction.

I run quickly through as many doors as I can, and I finally come across a door that looks different, this one painted entirely black as opposed to the plain wooden doors that made up all the others. I reach for the knob and slowly open the door. Just as I open it all the way, an external force in reality awakens me and draws me from the dream.

To start out with, i haven't had anything close to a nightmare for years, so this one is kind of weird. i wasn't one of the characters, i was just watching and couldn't do anything.
There was a group of boy scouts in an abandoned park with at least a mile of wilderness on every side, and the scouts were spending a week there. It was all fine, setting up camp in one of the picnic housing area things, then a kid found a gameboy with a game in that was like tetris mixed with DDR (i don't even know) and the scouts played the game until night time. when it became night, there were loud noises and my vision turned staticy with a red hue.

I woke up.

it was late at night, so when i went back to sleep, i came back to the area and i was one of the scouts, trying to spend the night there. the last thing i remembered about the dream was a wolf or something jumping out and attacking someone . The dream wasn't very scary to me, just more dark than any of the dreams i have had for years.

My dream starts off on the street I lived on three years ago. I am by my old house along with many of my good friends and random DCs. There is also a house on the street in the dream which is abandoned, but has running electricity it would appear. Many of us are going in and out of the house and I think some of us may have been scavenging items from inside. I am now outside the house in the middle of the road. I go full on YOLO and I try to fly. I begin running down the sidewalk and jump. And to my surprise, I am flying. I immediately come back down to the ground however. I then try again, and I discover that I must flail my arms to stay airborne. I now land and realize I have discovered human flight! What should I do now?! Go to the government? The news? Nope. Time to go impress girls. So I now begin dashing towards two girls one whom I know, and I don't remember who the other one was. They seemed concerned that I'm coming at them so fast, but a take a jump and go up in the air over their heads. I then begin flailing my arms around like a fool and float above the two girls. They don't seem very interested though for some reason and leave. Dafuq? So I now follow after them in hopes that they'll be impressed with me flying. I mean what the actual fuck? I'm fucking flying! I pass my old history teacher now and show him my flying skill, which he nonchalantly acknowledges and goes on about his business. Okay seriously though, why is no one even remotely surprised that I'm a human fucking being flying on his own? I don't recall anymore after this point, but I do recall a dream later on that morning.

In the early morning I dream I'm leaving a football stadium. Right next to the stadium there's a very large industrial park. On my way to my school bus home I see my friend Collin's dog. Collin isn't here, so I assume it's lost. I now take the dog on board and sit with my friend Mike. After a long while of highway driving we see a car parked in the middle of the road. The driver panics and swerves into the left lane, barely dodging the car. We now see a car coming at us, and the driver swerves back into the right lane, barely dodging the car. She realizes we missed our ramp, so we now turn off onto a bumpy dirt road. The speed limit sign reads 43. Everyone is really confused by this very specific sign. Not too much further down we see a speed limit sign of 46. Okay what the hell? What's with these weird speed limits? Not too much later, we see a stampede of elephants coming at us. Our driver flips her shit and makes the bus do a 180° before flooring it back up the road. We then return to the highway and try going to the next ramp. Mike, the dog and I get dropped off near an old white house. Our friend Mark is outside standing alone watching us with a smile from ear to ear. He now calls us out in a hostile way.
"Hey look man!" he shouts with a smirk. "They stole your dog!"
Mike and I are somewhat confused and shocked now. That intensifies when a crazy old hillbilly comes outside and stands next to Mark.
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"Oh I'm sorry," I say. "I though this was my friend's dog. I was gonna take it to him, but if it's yours then please take him and we can go."
The man now takes us both hostage and we are transported inside the house. The dream is a little choppy until the next part. Mike has already received his punishment and is bleeding out in the corner of the room. I am now sat down against my will in a blood-stained rotting wood chair. The man now hands me a paper back colored white with a red and blue stripe on it. He tells me to wear it for the purpose of not seeing my death coming...like it'll really make a difference. I hold the bag and look at it carefully as I come to a realization. I look up at the crazy old bag as he loads a quad-barrel shotgun with 12G slugs. If that's not enough, the shells also have large piercing tips on them. Fucking-A, overkill much? I watch him snap the shotgun shut and look at me with a bleak grin. I realize that this is the end of me. I'm dead. There is no escape now.
"Come on, please!" I beg. "I gave you your dog! Why can't we just leave it at that and go our separate ways?"
I don't recall if he answered our not, but he now prepares himself. He stands facing me, and is just about to lift his gun when I go ballistic.
"NO!" I shout, standing up and ripping the paper bag in half and throwing the pieces aside. I now realize I'm dreaming. This is too screwed up to be real. I can't accept this as my real fate. As I stand I unintentionally have slowed time for some reason. This wasn't a lucid decision, but I'm definitely gonna ruin this man's day with this power. He is moving about a thousand times slower than I am right now. I am moving as if time isn't slowed at all. I now extend my right arm out and summon a Smith and Wesson .44 Magnum in my hand and unfreeze time. I put three quick shots into the hillbilly and he falls over dead. I probably only need one with that kind of fire power, but I don't care. This bitch is too crazy! I hear someone come in from behind and turn around. A woman enters, probably his maid or something. She is in fact wearing a pink maid outfit. Fuck it, no witnesses. I now use the last three rounds in the handgun and kill the maid as well. I throw the gun aside and now rush to Mike's side. He's badly wounded. I don't know if he was shot or not, but he probably was. I now lift him up and make my way to door, and I notice people are coming in. Shit! If they see all of and Mike dying in my hands I'm fucked! Time to improvise! I now rush Mike somewhere different and hide him under a desk. I can't think of what to do to keep him down, so I summon a pacifier and put it in his mouth. I then hypnotize him to believe he's a baby who's sleeping in his bed, and remind him not to cry. Several girls I know now enter and I go to greet them. They are seriously concerned about the two bodies on the floor and the blood all over the room. Well God damn it, what now? They ask what happened, to which I say I don't know. I'm sure by this point Mike has probably died due to blood loss. I see his girlfriend is among the group of girls.
"Hey, I don't know how to tell you this," I begin. "But I think Michael is dead."
She is now devastated, and she wants to know where he is. I now lead her to Mike, who isn't moving, and Kaitlyn(his GF) now kneels to his side and tries to tend to him. I stand and mourn as well. And that's all I remember before waking up.

Dream 1

This took place at the Whittier house (my childhood home, which I think may be one of my dream signs). It looked like I had just gotten out of the shower, as my hair was wrapped up in a towel turban and I had no makeup on. I don't actually remember seeing my brother, but I knew he had announced that his old friend Craig was going to be coming over. I freaked out because I hadn't seen Craig in forever and I was nowhere near decent looking and didn't want him seeing me like this. I went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and took off my towel turban. I could see myself in the mirror from where I sat on the toilet (which wasn't true of my real childhood home) and my hair looked unusually great for having just gotten out of the shower and doing nothing to it. I felt very excited about this. It gets a bit blurry after that, but I think once Craig finally arrived, he didn't even acknowledge me and I was pretty bummed about it.

Dream 2

I was in this big, complex room that had different levels of floors made of glass. There was a metal, circular shaped railing that sectioned off the center of the room. It reminded me of the kind of environment you'd see in the video game Halo or something. I was sitting off to the side of the room, playing a game on an old desktop computer. I was using a video game controller that looked like one used for an Xbox to play the game, not the keyboard that sat in front of me. My brother and some of his friends were sitting in the center of the room, in the confines of that metal railing, just hanging out. I kept cussing at the video game I was playing and after the swear words would escape from my lips, I would fling my hand over my mouth and say sorry to my brother and company, because I found it embarrassing that they kept having to hear me cuss. Now the dream kept switching off between first person and third person, and I got up from the computer and was running around the room, with guns in my hands that you would see on the video game Halo (yes, another reference to that haha). They weren't rifles or handguns, but big white tube looking machines that shot laser beams and whatnot. There were also a few boys that appeared in the room, whom also were all running around, and we were playing a game in which we were trying to shoot each other. My brother and his friends just kept sitting in the center of the room, watching us and talking. One of the boys that had appeared was just standing, doing nothing, so I walked up to him and was about to shoot him, but another guy stopped me and told me I couldn't shoot him because he was ???. I remember feeling annoyed, because I didn't really care that he ???, I just wanted to shoot him.
After that, the game was declared over and the guy who told me not to shoot picked me up and hugged me. I remember thinking how jealous my best friend would be that a guy was giving me attention.

Fragment

Something about visiting a girls' Tumblr and talking to her, but then I stop talking and she gets upset.

I was at school. A pair of boys were sitting around holding large Scrantons. (You know those insidious things the school system creates with millions of tedious bubbles that you must fill in with a number 2 pencil.) Anyways, they were talking, something about a pilot's test and passing/failing it.
I was in my math class, the last class I have before the end of the day. I began walking out of the school, but my route was rather weird, and I ended up going out through the gymnasium.
While I was walking through there, I encountered this overweight boy. He was acting like he wanted to fight me. I told him that I didn't want to fight (out of character for me!)

I was re-watching the footage from a presidential inauguration when I realized there were female gunmen wearing black shirts and these big sunglasses scattered through the crowd. Somebody was explaining to me that it was a good thing they never attacked.

I was in this baseball stadium, with my mother. We were the only two there. It was nighttime, and a beautiful clear night. There were these fireworks going off in the sky, but they were silent, and seemed to be very high up. They were actually some weird kind of space fireworks.
From there I turned into what felt like some kind of ball of energy and got transported to the moon. From there, I got a brief view of earth from the moon.
I got transported again to this beautiful remote portion of the earth that had large grass covered mountains over ocean. There were rock faces exposed on the mountains. A DC began explaining to me that the mountains were once part of an ancient forest. I walked up to a rocky outcropping and broke off a piece, realizing it was actually thousand year old wood.
The forest converted to a laboratory type area. The dream character continued by saying they were trying to revive some of the unique species of plants and even animals. The lab was full of these strange grasses and bushes growing in rows on the tables. (Sounds like a drug hideout, I know.)
They had revived these two cat-like creatures that had used to live in said ancient forest. I got to watch them do a short mating ritual. The dream character explained that it was a good thing they were mating, for it meant they could one day repopulate the forest.

I was with some family. My parents, as well as my aunt, uncle and cousins. We were racing through the airport, trying to get to... gate B25 I think it was. We ran down a long aisle in a big rush before eventually reaching it.
Once we got there, we discovered that we actually had a long waiting period until the plane actually arrived. Some members of our group complained that they were hungry. So I and my aunt got out a portable stove top and began preparing a pot of noodles for the group. I did notice that whatever airport we were at was lacking rows of fast-food restaurants built into the walls.

Church wierdness
I'm at home; Frank is at the computer, watching a video stream from my church. The volume is almost all the way down, but the audio is only slightly too quiet. He clicks half way up on the volume bar before I can stop him. I know that this will make it WAY too loud; it does, but it does it by raising the volume at the church. On the stream, I can clearly see everyone looking around with surprise as the speakers get so loud they distort. I quickly click it back down to where it's supposed to be.

Now I'm walking on the path that runs around the sanctuary. A group of older teen girls is waiting near one of the windows. I can hear one of the guys inside. It's a serious topic, but he's trying to ad levity to it. At the prearranged time, the girls go to the window and start making "ghost sounds." It's pretty obvious to everyone inside, and they laugh. The speaker says something about trying to fix the audio, again to much amusement. Eventually he "fixes" it and the girls stop.

Now I see a bunch of large cooking pots near the front, one of which has a burner built into its base. Something is wrong, and flames are licking around the side. Linda sees it and heads over with a giant cloth napkin. I think she's going to try to smother the fire, but instead she drapes it over the whole thing. I don't think this is going to work - the fire will eat through it in a couple of seconds - but she realizes this too. She quickly bear-hugs the whole thing and carries it over near the door.

Now there's a whole pile of large pots and pans near the door, many with fire seeping out of them in one place or another. She's trying to figure out the best way to deal with them. I'm standing nearby, trying to figure out if I can help, but not being able to bring myself to. I tell myself it's because I don't want to get in her way, but really it's because I don't want to get hurt.

Now I'm outside. My wife and I are talking to another couple. The woman is remarried after her husband divorced her. My wife makes a heated comment that she doesn't trust the woman's x-husband. I have to think for a moment to remember who it is, but when I do remember I nod my agreement.


Taking the train
I'm with my oldest daughter in the car, driving to the subway station. I have some kind of thought about rerouting the major roads to be more direct, but when I picture it on a map, I realize it won't work. We're waiting at a light inside a steel and concrete structure. The ground is a steel mesh. My daughter is excited because it looks neat, but I'm not because it's hard to drive on the stuff (you have to pay a lot of attention to make sure you keep going straight). Up ahead, the passage turns 90 degrees to the left.

Now we're on foot in a hallway, waiting for the train platform to open (a physical gate is blocking the way). There are a couple dozen people ahead of us. I'm telling her that we'll need to hurry if we want to get a good seat on the train. I realize that, since we have to wait to get onto the platform, this is clearly the beginning of the rail line, so they should park the train here for a while, meaning we should have an easier time getting good seats.

Now the gates are opening. They're sliding straight into the walls, multiple segments going different directions. It's actually a really ycool effect.

Now we're walking on the platform. I don't see a waiting train, though I do see a bunch of trains nearby at the train yard. The platform is C shaped, wrapping around two different tracks. I don't know which track we need, so I look for signs. Walking on one arm of the C, I see machines that look like coin operated newspaper dispensers, one of which has the line's name. This isn't the one we need, so we walk to the other arm of the C. The sign there shows our line.

Now the train is here, and I'm boarding; except my daughter isn't here any more, it's my coworker Scott K.

Now we're on board. I'd been planning on taking the first row, since that's what my pastor had advised; but going in, the first row doesn't look that special, and something actually turns me away from it. The last row is pretty special, though, wrapping around from one side of the car, along the back, to the other side. It even looks extra padded, in black as opposed to the gray of the rest of the seats. It's clearly popular, since a bunch of people head straight for it. A couple of people head for the first row, too, so we end up taking the fourth or fifth row. We're close to the middle of the car - there are fewer than a dozen rows.

Now we're on our way. Nearby, a group of coworkers is talking. D?? is saying something about thirteen being unlucky. I turn and say that sometimes thirteen is considered to be the luckiest number. The other guys seem a bit skeptical, but D?? laughs at the idea, saying that anyone who thinks that thirteen can ever be lucky is in for a world of hurt.


The new van
Frank is driving the rest of us somewhere. At the bottom of a hill, he has to pull off the road for some reason. The rest of us get out as well. We were in his car, an older-style red SUV. A sedan comes down the hill, slows, and continues off the road straight for us. It stops at the last moment, coming within inches of driving over my oldest daughter's foot. The driver - a woman - gets out and asks Frank for some kind of assistance. Something seems a little fishy, so Frank and I try carefully to find out more about her. In the end, we figure out the car was stolen from one of the houses on the hill. We get the owners of that house to come out and check, and the husband quickly recognizes his car. He runs a car dealership, so he knows things most people don't, and he's able to recognize his car's VIN. His wife comes up to me with tears in her eyes and gives me a big hug. I hug back, though it feels a little weird; I know she's doing it partly out of gratitude, partly out of shock from having her car stolen. Eventually, she breaks off the hug. She doesn't fully break contact, so I keep a hand on her shoulder as well.

Now I see Frank driving down the hill in a new vehicle. It's a van, courtesy of the dealership owner. It's not much to look at, being rather blocky, but it's large, so it should fit my family nicely.

Now I'm walking around inside the van. I'm amazed at how well everything is packed in here - I see a bathroom and at least four bedrooms, plus a kitchen and living area. I walk into the master suite and see that it's a number of rooms all in a row. The first room is a bathroom of sorts, with a sink, mirror, hair dryer, tiny wall-mounted coffee maker (I hope this isn't the only coffee maker in here), coat rack, and other odds and ends (but no toilet). Passing through there I come into the master bedroom proper. Past it I see a room with the toilet. I walk back out of the suite to the "hub" where all the rooms come together.

Back at the hub, I chose a different path. Now I'm in a room with two bath/shower combos side-by-side. I wish they'd put them in separate rooms with doors, but I know they were under severe space restraints, so I understand. I take a closer look at the left-hand shower. The curtain is clear, which I find odd in this kind of shared setup. Inside, it's deeper than a usual bath, going back about 5 feet. It's got some steps leading down into it. I assume there's a place inside to take off your clothes once you're in the shower (and somewhere to keep them dry), but it's not obvious from where I'm standing. There's a nice large shower-head on the wall, controlled by a normal looking shower knob. There's also a sprayer (controlled by its own knob), though it doesn't look very nice - it looks exactly like what you'd find on a kitchen sink. As I'm looking at it, I realize that water is coming out of it. It's not a torrent, but it's more than a drip. I pick it up and fiddle with it and its knob, trying to get the leak to stop, but I can't manage any improvement. I put it back down, resolving to deal with it later. I notice a funny construction on the front of the main knob and fiddle with it, causing it to shoot out a stream of soap. I'm impressed. Now I'm looking at the other shower. It's identical to the first, even including a leaking sprayer.


Arriving at the nurserey
I'm pulling into the small nursery near our house. It's not a very nice driveway - it comes off the street at an angle, going downhill, with a small parking lot to the right. I turn left off the road, swing down the driveway, then look for a parking space. The only space available is right next to the driveway, so I try to pull a tight U-turn to get into the space. I manage to avoid hitting the car next to me, but I run into a little warning flag right at the edge of the parking lot, knocking the flag off of its pole. Now I'm getting the kids out of the car. It's now a church, and some of the ladies have come out to help me. My wife wasn't able to join me today, and this is the first time I've been to this church, so I'm feeling very awkward.


Fragments
I'm sitting at a table with another man. He asks me who I work for, and I run through my usual story about where I physically work, then about how I was hired by a company that was bought out by my current company. After I finish, he starts to make me an offer. Now there's something going on in a convention center. I see some security people talking about preparations.

The dream wasn't as exiting as the first one, but either way...


[NOT LUCID]
Started the dream as JC Dention from the game Deus Ex, began walking down this hallway when I'm confronted by a few black "spies"(From spy vs. spy cartoons) holding yellow paint cans, I kill them with my pistol and grab one of their paint cans. I realized that as long as I held the can, they wouldn't bother coming after me so I held it and moved on. End of the hallway(Another about 20 steps) and it splits like a T and I choose to go right. I see some other guys holding a black can doing the same as the guys from the beginning and just let them do their own thing. At the end of the T is a door so I go through and it's a public bathroom. I keep going through more attached doors and stop and say to myself after taking a good look around, "I'm lucid dreaming." After I say that to keep the idea in my mind a few more seconds, I do a finger through palm RC(fail) and then a nose plug RC(Success).

[LUCID]
I went through the last door and found myself on the opposite side of where I entered in the beginning, but it all changed. The workers had almost finished and there were a few extra hallways(I figured out that my subconscious has a sense of time and progress too ) I turned right on the first new hallway I seen and watched as it was all finished, usually decorated with greyish black and a yellow line spanning the middle of each hallway. At the end, I reached a form of a library. I tried out a few different things such as a 1 fingered table grab(Slipped off lol), what electronics/videos looked like(Took special care not to give them TOO much attention as I've heard they don't really help staying asleep and lucid, and other stuff such as that.

So yeah, my second lucid. I'm pretty proud and I think I'll come up with an LD list of goals to try in my future ones

EDIT: Comments are appreciative as well as constructive criticism and tips/ideas for future LD's

I'm totally new here. I suffer from a chronic pervasive sleep disorder. Too long of a story for here and now and this place. In any case , yesterday, I finally screamed in my bathroom at the sink. "Why is this house drowning me in negative energy no matter how much I try". i should have known better than to speak it. that night, i dreamed 3 men outside with guns. They are threatening harm, rape, and death. I feel helpless. It was so real I wasn't aware I was dreaming because typically My dreams become lucid as soon as I have passive triggers mostly unrealistic dream events pretty much 3-4 times a week i become conscience. I often then become a passive participant and even kick a** in any way I Please or just enjoy making things up as I go along. i even like to just stay assive and let the dream unfold while I'm completely aware I'm dreaming.

By no means would these intruders on my property in this dream had any power had I become lucid. I would have been a bad B with a samurai sword (in my dream of course) chopping these guys up flying all over the place. But noooo, I'm calling 911 with a woman who seems totally unconcerned and I'm begging away for help. She says help is on the way. Some time passes, banging on my door, more screaming outside. I'm frantically trying to figure out how to protect myself and my child while I wait for help. I dial 911 again pleading. The lady could care less and says she forgot to dispatch help. I wake somewhere in to be greatful I was dreaming.

I fall back to sleep and have this amazing lucid dream I didn't want to wake from where I spent the day with some lover I've never met. He loved me to my soul and I had no anxiety or stress just companionship. I can interpret the 2nd dream easy cake but the first one I still have trouble channeling and changing circumstances when my dreams are too realistic and negative. I'm trying techniques. Even in sleep paralysis. I can't control the circumstances. I left once when I knew it was safe but I was hoping to meet someone and it was just sunny and the streets were empty. I thought awww boring...just decided to go back to my room and lay on top of my sleeping body. Sounds strange to someone who hasn't experienced it but but I've done it many times since Ive been doing this for 20 years since i was 10. I'm just scared to leave the room.

Chinese restaurant
My parents are eating at a fairly nice Chinese restaurant. I tell them about my family's experience there. We went, but thing didn't go well with the kids. We were disappointed, since it was supposed to be a treat dor them. I realize that there's no way we would have bought them all dinner, since that would be a great deal of money, so we must have fed them at home, then brought them and gotten them an appetizer (probably some egg rolls). Later, we're driving by the restaurant where my parents are and see a sign that the main parking lot is full and pointing to the backup lot. I wonder if they're still in there. We're taking a short-cut through the parking lot, about to make a left turn at the end, crosssing the street into what looks like a neighborhood entrance.

Now I'm walking through the restaurant. There's one long table running the length with people sitting all along its length. As I'm walking along it, I reach my parents. Mom is working on a plate of egg roll cut into tiny pieces, with a dipping sauce on the side.


An unusual purchase
I'm surreptitiously trying to get twenty dollars to get ???. I manage to get my father-in-law to transfer the money to one of my online accounts. Now I'm on a commuter rail, coming up to my stop. If anyone has a stop, he has to push a button so the train will stop; otherwise it'll go straight past. I see the buttons for the stop before mine pop up; it has 2 arrows on it, pointing left and right. Someone else pushes it elsewhere in the car, and the train slows down for his stop. Now the info for my stop is up, but there's only one button. I wonder if maybe it's only on one side of the car, then I realize that the car has doors front and back and the front-most door isn't going to be available for use. I grab my stuff and head back to the rear door just as we get to the platform. The rear door opens, though the train isn't actually stopped, only slowed down. I jump out before the doors have a chance to close on me. I'm not actually positive I got the right stop, but I look across the platform and see another train with the name of the station printed on it (Tell? Tenn??). I got the right station.

Now I'm in a small kitchen area trying to pay for what I came to get. There's a price sheet on the counter; the stuff is in containers in the dish washer. I see coin slots cut into cheap plastic containers on the counter, each for a different item; but the one I need doesn't have a container. Some other people are making jests at my expense. Eventually I figure out / am told that, for the item I want, the guy sitting in the dining room needs to have the payment electronically transferred to him. I pull up the appropriate app on my phone, but I've never used it before and have no idea what to do. I try to catch his attention, but he's on a call. Eventually he's done and I talk to him before he can get back into his activity. He's amused by my ignorance and starts to work me through it. I ask if he has an account with ??? and he confirms that he does - that makes things easier on me, since I have an account there too. Now I'm typing in his name (oddly, there's a note that user names on this service must start with a vowel, which his does: E). Each of his products is sixteen (sixteen what? I don't know), and I need two, so I'm sending him thirty-two.

Now I'm sitting on an enclosed porch with my in-laws and wife. My father-in-law is saying that since I still have a dollar left I should ???. I don't know where he got that impression, since I planned beforehand how much I would need and used it all. The topic of conversation changes; now I'm looking at a plate with 2 fried eggs, one of which isn't fully cooked. I try to use my fork to scrape off the partially cooked white to the side of the plate.



Mosquito tent
I'm on a parking lot in a "camping area." Nearby, a company is setting up a gigantic mosquito free tent. Now I'm in the tent. A "hallway" runs along one edge of the tent to doors at each end. A door in the middle of this hallway leads into a perpendicular hallway that leads further into the tent. Immediately to the left of that hallway is a large sitting room. My wife is in there, working on her knitting. Further on in that hallway, and to the right in other rooms, they're spraying a very fine mist of mosquito repellent. My wife reminds me that I'm holding some papers (a notebook?) and that if I go into those rooms, the papers will get wet. I wonder about that - are they spraying that much of the mist? - but I try to think of somewhere I can leave the papers. Eventually I realize I can leave them in the sitting room that doesn't have the spray.

Now I'm ready to go further into the tent. My father-in-law is with me, and he says that he can't go any further because he has a very bad reaction to the chemical they're spraying. A guy walks past us wearing a "bunny suit" and I realize my FIL could wear one of those to protect him. Now we're walking around the inner areas of the tent. He's wearing a bunny suit, though he's not wearing the hood. We round a corner and see a room filled with people working at computer stations (also in bunny suits), and I realize we're looking at the tent's control room. I'd love to get a closer look, but I know we shouldn't be here, so we turn around and head the other way.

Now I'm in another corner of the tent with Peter. This area is some kind of shop. Another couple of people I don't know come in and get something; I look at what they get. My friend opens a box and pulls out some brightly colored chalky cubes; we realize too late they're not meant to be handled without protection, and that they can cause skin irritation. He puts them back, then wipes his fingers across the countertop, leaving behind yellow streaks. I spot a sink in the back corner of the room, and I advise him to wash his hands, but he isn't too bothered by the chalky stuff. He finds some kind of electronic component and we both look at it.

Now we want to leave. We're trying to figure out where we are in the tent and how to get back out. I have a general sense of where we walked, but no certain idea.


Fragments
I'm in the basement doing something; someone is with me. People come in upstairs and take control of some of the rooms. I debate about whether to grab a hammer and go up to try to help, but the other person in the basement with me convinces me not to. I really need to use the bathroom, but the bathroom down here is still only stubbed out. Everything is very white.


I'm in a gym area. Doug is trying to teach the little kids soccer, but it's not going well since getting set up takes almost the entire scheduled time. Even now, there are still kids without shoes on. Somehow in the same context, a woman is running a discussion forum of some sort. There's some dissatisfaction with the forum - she has a fairly tight rein on it, and she's slow to moderate - and another woman is looking to set up a clone forum, pledging to be better about things.


Something about an annoying girl with magical powers, and also about dragons. When a review gives a dragon a bad mark, the dragon tries to eat the reviewer. Even if the review is providing detail, say in clearing up confusion, the dragons don't like it. I post a review and manage to word it in a way the dragons don't mind.

30.11.2013

Comet ISON tracking, Sphinx revival and flight. (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a false awakening and it was night. The room was very dark, darker as usual and my wife was not there. I went to the living room and saw my wife looking at the TV, even though, the TV was off.

There was an iPad laying on the TV (note, we own Samsung, not iOS) and it had a real time tracking software on comet ISON and it was beeping every two seconds. My wife told me she was tracking the comet to see if it survived the sun or not.

I looked outside the window and I could see a sky full of stars. I realized that there was no electricity at all. Even though, my computer was working. I wondered if the grid went down, but a few seconds later, all the street lights started to lit and the stars went away. I dozed off.

I had another false awakening in some weird warehouse. I kind of realized that I was dreaming, as I did not know the place where I woke up. The dream was very low quality and I could not make it stable well, so I opened a small window and started to fly to make it stable, but lost the dream.

I had another false awakening in the same warehouse and now there were people. I somehow believed I was still dreaming, so ran outside. I met a guy and asking him where to go to exit there. He looked at me like if I was nuts and pointed the exist. As I exited, I was in a forest with a lot of trees. I tried to take of flying but I could not, even gravity felt normal. I told myself, "Well, I am dreaming, I think..." And looked at my hand. My fingers were made out of energy and wavy, so I indeed was dreaming and reminded myself flying is an easy task to do for me, so I took off.

As I was flying, I saw a desert and reminded myself in the tasks of the year. I recalled I had to do the Sphinx one, so I landed and was near the Great Sphinx. There were other buildings around (western buildings) but the pyramids were there, and specially, the Sphinx .

I flew to the top of her and placed my hands in front of her nose, which was chipped and damaged. I started to channel healing energy like I use to do in real life and a new nose spawned. Easy and done, lucky me...

Suddenly, the Sphinx started to move and I flew on her above the pyramids. As I was flying, the pyramids shrunk and some weird metallic buildings spawned out of nowhere, after a short while, the Sphinx landed and then, she flew away. She kind of looking half stone half flesh, but, I flew on her so I was good to go.

I started to focus on making an L-DEILD and get the last task of the year done, but I started to feel my body in bed and rapidly, lost the dream and woke up.

i dreamt that i was with my dad, damien, carlos, and we were at some sacred lake with all these canyons. they were massive and looked all fiery brown/red. my mom didn't want me to jump out of the boat cause my phone was in my pocket but i was annoyed with her trying to hold me back so i did it and then while in the water i handed her the phone. then i swam over to my dad's group and i think we tried to climb the canyon. i remember catching up with damien later

In the beginning of what was my last dream for the night, I was thrown right into the midst of the deep Atlantic Ocean. However, I was on a small fiberglass surfboard and paddling out west from Europe, heading southwest. (Ironically, I was heading towards Australia, apparently my mind doesn't accept South America as a valid continent.) It was a very calm endure, and lasted a good thirty minutes of rowing and contemplating life, without any strong disturbances. After my arrival in Australia, I quickly entered a community pool, and brought my surfboard with me. Walking casually over to the pool, it seemed logical for me to jump in and use my surfboard. Following this, a majority of the dream was swimming and paddling around, and meeting a few people (whom I can't currently recall.)

My surfboard broke into pieces, and the mood of the pool started to change drastically. It was closing time at the pool, and the colors turned warped. The lights turned off, a majority of the people left, and the colors of the water swirled and mixed different shades of lavender, brown, forest green, and more. Moreover, a diver was practicing in one spot, and asked if I would want to practice with her. Agreeing and seeing I had no where else to be, I dived in and swam in the hurricane of colors, and then abruptly decided to leave. On my way out the door, I got a call from a Government Agency called "Billboard" and answered casually. Apparently my parents were looking for me and I had gone missing. The dream ended.


Note: Do you have a time you have to look at everyday? It's just that random time, twice a day, that you just for some reason always see? Well, mine is 9:11. It's been that way for a few years- when I woke up from this dream, I checked my phone only to realize it was precisely 9:11. Weird, right?

In a wild west-inspired setting, there's someone called 'the Kid', although he's a grown man with greying hair and wrinkles. I'm watching him ride a motorcycle out of town, and I'm thinking that although he may not be a Kid, it'd also be wrong to call him a man, since he's not human.

There's a man and a woman in some kind of storage space, looks like an attic. She's asking if he's ever even tried moving to 'a real town' and setting up 'a real life,' the way she says other heroes have done. He's surprised she called him a hero and says she's got the wrong idea, and that he's not even human. As a third person observer, I'm thinking how cliche he is, the self-loathing vampire hero type. I focus on his appearance for the first time - a man in a red coat, with a face that reminds me of some actor but covered in scars and boils, and I'm thinking that at least this one's not pretty.

There's a dead guy on the floor between the two of them, and now he wakes up. The guy in the red coat picks up this huge sword with a curve in the blade which I associate with beheading, and he says something about how what he really wants isn't 'a real life in a real town'; what he wants is this weapon, automated, on a massive scale. The dead guy says something about being grateful before his head's taken off.

There are people arguing in the town square. The guy in the red coat gathered everyone here and is standing up on a wooden stage trying to talk to them. One person says, "You act like one of 'em, the game's won!" 'Them' meaning vampires, and 'won' meaning won by the vampires. The person he's arguing with says, "You resist 'em, the game's won!" Everyone seems to think it's hopeless. While the guy in the red coat is focused on them, he doesn't see the burned and headless body which is crawling out of town.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Dracula, a girl, and a priest/vampire slayer, in a field in daylight. Dracula's kneeling, and the priest's saying that He often seems to hear him and know what's needed. In response, black shapes fill the sky, blotting out the sun, which Dracula doesn't like at all. As a 3rd person observer, I'm thinking about how this is an interesting switch; normally you'd think of darkness favoring vampires, but Dracula was fine with sunlight. The girl says something about sending him to hell, but she's got it backwards; the priest isn't in the business of damning souls. On closer look, the things blotting out the sun are crows; and then among them appear the souls of all those he'd turned.

I remember me being at home and going to the kitchen and seeing my cousin's from my mom's side in my brother's room and there's a cute guy i don't know there. after that they fight and get ready to go down in the elevator. I tell the cute guy because they are fighting you can stay here for a while, he was like it's fine, and i can't just stay here alone. The elevator gets stuck for a while then goes down

Then i'm walking somewhere and my cousin's and the cute guy are walking in front of me, and i ask them wheat's him name and i feign stupid and i'm like is it something with an A? I guess a few then say Ammar. Then they call him over. Turns out his name is Farouk but his nickname is Ammar and many other names. then i dream that i'm somewhere near the beach and i have to go up fast or i'll drown so i try to climb up but people next to me are getting attacked by dolphins and seals. I see a guy from my school who has made it safely so i ask him to give me a hand. He pulls me up and then i fall back in and start drowning. But then it turns out i'm going to another place and i'm not drowning. Then Suddenly someone is having an underground wedding. It's a girl from my school i think. Someone from my school is suppose to be dedicating a song but she's crying and she's not able to sing it so she gives me the mike and i start singing the song. The words are on the screen and im singing them. After that one of my best friends come up to me and tells me i did great but i messed up some stuff. Then i tell someone else from y class that usually i get so nervous and that's what makes me horrible. After that suddenly it's turned to walk for a cure but it's somewhere else. After that i see all the things that my friends baked that are getting sold. There were colorful rice krispies and brownies and Cinnabon and cinnabon with Oreo and brownie bits. I asked my friend if she made them and she said yes. After that i was pissed off because there weren't any booths for us to sell. Then suddenly i was in a dress and that was one of the things that we are selling. i was tying to get people to buy it. I get a person to buy it. Then i don't remember what happened and i woke up.