non-lucid

15.11.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava sentado, tirando pacotes de arroz, açúcar, feijão, etc. de uma caixa. A Juliana dizia que precisávamos ir no mercado e eu ficava bravo dizendo que já temos tudo ali e não precisamos ir.

I dreamed that I had all kinds of mental issues, but I was not really disturbed by that in the dream. The worst was my habit to squirrel things away into my various hiding places: dens in the wall, hidden compartments in furniture. My parents (who in this dream were still together) got me to a therapist, and I admitted to the therapist and my parents where my largest hiding place was with the most stuff, but I admitted that of course it was not the only one: there were others hidden away throughout the house with more stuff. I seemed almost proud of that. In this dream I don't know what age I was, but I think I was a teenager, or at least my maturity level was not that of a grown up - and frankly not even of a teen, but I had mental issues. The house we lived in was not like any house I have lived in in waking life.

Original journal entry dated July 11, 2002:

I had a dream last night about My Little Ponies and stuff. There was this alternate dimension you could go to by climbing this one cliff, but only if you climbed it along the correct path, and there was an evil wizard queen who was keeping all of them in cages, and I had to crawl through a sewer. And it was all animated.

Then I had another dream, and in it I was with a group of people, and we were all spellcasters or something, and I was a hobbit, and I was with a bunch of other hobbits in an army and we had to drive a big Evil out of our land. Only it killed my best friend. . But somehow, before I was going to die, I got teleported somewhere safe, so I only wound up in a coma, and another hobbit who had been in the battle and survived it befriended me. So we decided that we had to seize the fortress of the big bad guy, and it was set up a lot like a dungeon in a way. Lots of stone and metal grates. But still technological. And it was actually a space ship. So we fought our way through it, only the entire time we were moving forward the badguys were closing in behind us, until we had gotten in too deeply to turn back, and a REALLY BIG evil dude who was like a vampiric slug thing attacked me and started gnawing on my guts, but my party members killed it. We kept going, except we could hear a really big SOMETHING behind us and quickly getting closer. I shut it off from the room with a heavy grate, and we somehow managed to get to the docking bay and blast off in a smaller ship right as it busted through the door. It was like Jabba the Hutt with octopus tentacle things, and it had a whole horde of smaller badguys with it. Then the ship we were in accelerated and we left them behind. And then there were more My Little Ponies, for some reason. The end.

Hi, i'm ellie and am 17. (don't know if that could have any relevance) basically just before i woke up, I had this really odd nightmare type thing. I literally can't remember the last time I had anything close so that is probably why it has freaked me out so much. It was super intense with the majority of the dream engulfing me in an anxious, desperate kind of mood. I can remember the dream being really really vivid, but cannot remember much of the first part (up until I am in my house), and i know there were bits before that I cant remember at all, but i still know happened. This is all I can remember...

I was in a supermarket with my mum who worked there (she doesn't in reality) and we were just generally chatting. We then caught the train home, but instead of the train stopping, we had to jump out, and this seemed completely normal and fine. I was reassuring her that it was okay, and that I did it all the time so she jumped out first and landed standing up and unharmed, but i hesitated feeling more anxious as i watched her get further away, and tried to run down the open sided train to stay close. when I did jump, there was a train coming in the opposite direction. as i jumped, I was moving very quickly and rolled along the tracks as the other train passed over me. I then got up and walked up the sloped platform to meet my mum. The setting was close to that of where I grew up; on the edge of a marsh with a tiny train station at the end of the short gravely, muddy road. I cant remember how I got to my house (the house where i now live with my parents), but I know that my mum had to go out again to go shopping. I was in my conservatory but i also somehow knew it was an attic at the same time, although not looking like one or being in the roof, and there was a chinese woman and her 10ish year old son watching tv in there. On the tv there was a program about something to do with a family in debt, or owing someone something, and it graphically showed a man being beheaded with a chainsaw closeup as payment while his mother was weeping behind him, and at that point it was not like i was in the room, but watching this first hand. I don't know where this could have come from because i don't watch any kind of horror or gore films because they make me feel physically sick, so don't know where my mind could have got enough detail to create this. I was aware of being in the room again. I felt very distressed by this in the dream and was asking why they would watch it, and they just started laughing at it. I then turned my attention to my one year old niece who was playing with some red and blue wooden blocks in front of a closed glass double doorway (which doesn't exist at my house) and she was facing away from me. All the glass in the conservatory was cracked, but remained in the frame, and this also seemed almost fine, and just gave the feeling similar to that it was just a lightbulb that needed replacing and was in no way dangerous. She then reached out and touched the glass, turning around and grinning as chunks started to fall out, making me panic so i ran to grab her and move her away. I then realized I had stood in the glass and there was massive chunks sticking out of my feet, and then i started to freak out because no one was home apart from the Chinese woman and her son and they were both laughing at me. I had to crawl through my house with shards in my feet to try and find my phone to call my mum. i remember feeling extremely distressed and desperate to the point where i was crying not from pain because it barely felt like a scratch, but from how helpless, distressed and desperate i felt. The sensation of the glass in my feet was really odd, it was sort of like the feeling when someone describes an injury on a certain part of the body and you get an almost, and this sounds really weird, sick feeling in the area of the described injury. I found my phone, and for some reason climbed onto a sofa laying on my front with my feet slightly raised. I started to call my mum and then I woke up, but in the exact same position as in my dream; laying on my front with my feet raised a couple of inches from my bed. for about a minuiteish after i could still feel a ghost like sensation of the glass in my feet with no pain, and felt physically sick in reaction to the guy being beheaded, panicked and like i was going to start crying for about 5 mins until my regular alarm went off.

The whole thing really freaked me out, and its the night after and i can still vividly picture all that I have described. I also now don't want to go to sleep despite having college tomorrow because of the emotional reach this dream had, and how disturbing it was.

I was walking with A and S just outside my own house. It was twilight, the sky a dark grey-blue and the houses and trees from my neighborhood were just black silhouettes against the sky.
I didn't even notice that I was walking along barefoot until I jammed my big toe on a raised section of the sidewalk.
"Oh, F**K!" I cursed to myself.
My friends stopped walking as though I had done something heinously wrong. I just remembered that there was a new law in place and people weren't allowed to use cuss words. (Well I didn't just remember the law, It came into the dream that was searching for an actual plot.)
A and S were talking. A wanted to turn me in for my crime while S wanted to protect me for slipping up, since I had hurt myself. I didn't know what was going to happen, so I decided to fake passing out and think of a better plan while people tried to revive me.
We walked along for another moment or two until I pretended to stagger and fall over. I made sure my head hit the sidewalk pretty hard, hard enough that it hurt a little, but not nearly hard enough to knock myself out or anything.
I was taken into third person, or "observer mode" in my dream, as I watched my friends carry me back to the house.

Original entry dated July 10, 2002:

First I was sort of at school. Only it was like band-camp, and all of my friends played the trombone.

I was in the cafeteria getting food with two of my friends, whom I don't have in real life, they weren't real people... one of them was sort of pudgy with sandy hair and whined a lot, the other one was a goth chick with long black hair.

Anyway, in the cafeteria there were actually 2 food counters, and I was thinking that this was good because the lines used to be terribly long, and about how this was my last day there, and I never had to play guitar again (yes I was the only person there who played guitar). So we got in the car to leave and I was going with my friends, I was gonna stay with the goth chick over the summer, she hadn't been to her childhood home in years. It was an old victorian house. She was talking about how her parents were really restrictive and never let her do anything, and when she was in the yard she was never allowed to look around the left side of the house.

So we went into the house and it turned out to be haunted. There was this one demon/ghost who... well... had a really big rack. And green hair. She was chasing us around. And this one ninja dude who kept sneaking up on us and trying to catch/kill us. She was dressed kind of like Lum, only... wearing less.

For some reason I was wearing a full Victorian gown, and I kept falling over and getting tangled up in it.

So for the past three nights, I haven't been getting enough sleep. Every night I'm waking up at 3:33 am, my dogs have been acting weird, my small 1 year old dog will start to do laps around the house bearing his teeth, my big 10 year old dog first started to just move around very slow like she didn't have any kind of energy; now she's acting mean and won't leave my side. Two nights ago my fiance told me I woke him up having a conversation with something/someone. Said all that he could make out was "Something's coming." while I was pointing up at the ceiling. I for one do not recall ever doing this. He woke me up asking me who I was talking to and what was I pointing at. All I could say was "I don't know."

So really what I'm asking is what am I to do about this, as it shows it's not a good thing judging how my dogs are acting. Should I go and sage my house?

Nov. 19:

Dreamed I was sharing an attic bedroom with a roommate, but there wasn't enough space for both of our beds. She'd already set hers up, and I was trying to explain that there wasn't enough space and I didn't have anywhere to sleep, but she just told me that was my own problem.

Dreamed I had a pet ball python but forgot to get it a heat rock or food. It was living in a tupperware bin, and I fed it hot dogs. Mom had the car, and wouldn't let me use it to drive to Petsmart, but she wouldn't take me either. I was worried that my snake was going to die. Mom said that, instead, she was driving to a different city to return a keyboard she'd bought (because it sucked). I'd bought the same model and asked if I could go with to return mine as well. She still refused to stop at Petsmart.

Nov 20:
I can't recall my dreams. I have a vague impression that they involved cars.

drempt that i was in a video game type dream that i had tried to beat several times . winning envolved some weird usage of a pitchfork on this random system on the tv that was somehow tide into a challange in real life for some reason i thnk having to do with politics

then later i dreampt my grandma and i went to a toystore. there were these giant versions of the gameboy advance and the game boy sp. i asked grandma if it was asking to much and she said to get whatever i wanted. in the store she started crying remembering past video game systems she had bought me, i cried as well. it was like a very nostalgic moment.

i think my wanting to buy this system is like trying to return to the ignorance of youth. its nostalgic, some how escape from worries and drownd it out in pokemon

My niece is over for a few hours because my sister had to do something for a bit.
Its getting late now, my niece is worried. she keeps dragging me over to the phone to call my sister.
I told her they'll be back, just don't know when.
I go into the living room, she drags me in there again.
I decided to give it a call and when i looked at the phone, the phone was very futuristic and I didnt even know how to use it. I don"t remember anything after that.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1:

I was trying to nap and someone started distracting me, then i went back to nap and had to choose one of 7 dragon pics?

Dream 2:

I wake up and suddenly get attacked by 'Attacker DC', i resist and then knock him far back with roar.Then i wake up again, vision is kinda weird so i am still dreaming, room is also veeery small, i go towards balcony and easily smash the door open and then take off using my wings. Shortly sudden wave of wind or some kind of power throws me towards the ground, and i kind of lag/glitch in air, bizarre. I get stuck like that for like 10-15 seconds and then finally manage to get out of 'glitch', i fly a bit higher and notice random group of windows in the air, when i get closer my room 'fades in' on my position and shortly dream ends.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some rts and there were missions, the terrain was grey and i had to build some turrets to defend the base from some enemy waves, they were way too weak though, mission was pretty tough. I've started different one, grey terrain again and here i was kinda racing enemy in building some rather overpowered units, which then started massive battle with lots of explosions. Then i've built 'Doomsday tank' which then crushed massive waves of enemies.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was in some team and we were trying to find way out of city. We were moving between some large balconies and fighting or avoiding enemies.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was with a group of people and we all had some abilities and we were trying to figure out what causing problems in some kinda of complex. We have found nests of giant ants in underground area and there were two types of them, different colors, one of types was friendly and they were fighting each other. We started fighting hostile ones and defeated them, then we started searching way out and after a while found it. Then hostile ants were back and started causing earthquakes, and also enemy soldiers started attacking the complex at same time. I was easily defeating them but after a while got lost in outdoors area. Then there was something about using panels to cross sand.

Hit and run
I'm driving somewhere with Josh. We're in his black SUV, driving along 120 (he's driving), talking about something. Suddenly, I notice that the car in front of us (another black SUV) has stopped, but Josh hasn't noticed. I point it out, and he tries to brake and swerve, but he still ends up clipping the right-back corner of the car in front of us. I try to check myself over for injuries, especially my neck, but nothing seems sore, so I'm very thankful. I'm surprised when Josh doesn't stop but just keeps going. I ask him if this isn't committing a hit and run, and he makes a noncommittal response. I look behind us and see that the other car is following us.

Now we're in town, driving through a winding, one-lane area with cars parked everywhere. Somehow, we get cornered, and the guy calls from his car to see if we'll stop now and trade insurance information. Josh agrees. The guy confirms that Josh really will stop, and Josh says that, yes, he really will. They both pull into parking spaces, but Josh pulls in backwards. As soon as the opportunity presents itself, he races out of the space and away. I look around to see if the other car is following, but they're not. Josh cautions me that there's probably another car trailing us now, one of the guy's friends, and asks me to look around and try to find the tail. I start to look around us, noting what cars I can see and who the drivers are. I see two or three cars that are suspicious and try to remember them. I'll keep a watch and see if any of those cars really is tailing us.

Now we're in a parking garage. We're parked in a space (again backed in), and a car has parked in front of us, blocking our exit. The new car is very strange. It's actually a pair of huge candy-red bikes joined by a sort of cage. The bikes can be removed and driven separately, or they can be combined together into car mode. A woman demonstrates removing the driver-side bike and riding around the parking garage. The wheels are ovals, so the thing bounces up and down crazily, but I understand it's a very efficient design. She brings it back over to the car and mates it with its twin. I see a warning label right above the front wheel saying that it's not a recreational bike, it's a car, and it should be used as such, even when in bike mode.


Escaping dog
I'm at home, in our entryway. The kids are going out the front door to do something. They're careless and our dog manages to race past them and get out. He only runs like that when he's chasing after something; and that probably means he's seen another dog and is going to go be aggressive. I take off as fast as I can, running after him and calling for him to stop. I'm only wearing socks, and there are gumballs (spiky seed pods) on the ground, so it makes running difficult. Across the street, I see that a woman has her dog out, but she's seen my dog racing for them, so she's getting her dog inside and closing the door.

Now I'm on her driveway, my dog's collar firmly in hand. The husband is outside, and I'm apologizing to him. He's pretty unhappy with us, but I don't think he's going to do anything rash. I try to change the topic a little by telling him that we've never really met, even though we've lived across the street from each other for nearly 10 years. I introduce myself and reach out to shake his hand. After a moment, he shakes it.


Fragment
I'm in a small group of people. All of us are carrying large firearms - shotguns or rifles. It's awkward, though, because the muzzles are all tied together with a fairly short rope.


Analysis
Dreamsigns:
* Awkward social situation
* Something bad in a car

I am carrying a broken grandfather clock around the local town centre (albeit slightly distorted as my dreams tend to do with familiar locations), looking for clockmakers to repair it. The first one I find is closed, and the second one may or may not have been able to fix it. At no point was I at all concerned with how much it would cost to have the clock fixed.

The dream shifts, and I am visiting a castle with at least one friend. The castle has a large (at least the same width as the castle), flat, square-shaped moat surrounding it that is typically empty so that people can walk across it, but can be filled in times of danger. At present the castle is under attack, and the local army has been sent out onto the moat's surface to deal with the invaders. Someone of authority (possibly the king, possibly one of his advisors) deems the battle to be lost and decides to flood the moat, but the princess expressed concern that this would drown their own army. I venture underground into the tunnels beneath the castle, and come across the control system for the moat - a pair of large sluice gates, one which draws water from a river into the moat and one which drains it. The first gate is open and the moat is partially filled, but the progress is slow. As I head over to the control system for the second gate another group from the castle arrives, including the princess and an advisor who looks like Loki from Thor. Apparently whoever decided to flood the moat should not have done so, and the princess and I raise a stone slab from a slot in the floor which opens the second gate and drops the water, then I jump across some platforms to reach and close the first gate. The moat progressively drains (and some large stone mechanism shifts into place as it does so) and Loki-advisor refers to me as "misinformer" as it finishes - I'm not sure why, but given it's Loki it may well be a compliment of some sort. I am hailed as a hero and my friend (who now looks like Samwell Tarley from Game of Thrones) reminds me that we still need transport to our next location, presumably implying that I should request it from the castle now that I am in their favour. The dream shifts before the scene can continue.

I am entering some kind of cross between my flat kitchen and secondary school science lab to make my dinner, but the room has been commandeered for a film event of some sort. I speak to the guy setting up the event, explaining that it would take me only 15 minutes to cook my food and another 30 to eat it and clean up, but he refuses to let me make my dinner. Some of the conversation is garbled, but I make the assumption that since it is currently 11pm it is not likely the event will be over in time for me to make my dinner that night.

I am then woken up by a knock on the door.

Original journal entry dated July 8th, 2002:

I was in a hot-air balloon with some other person, and we were running away from zombies. Or something. It had something to do with my old middleschool, the scary one, and a locker combination. I forgot my locker combination, and then I lost my homework and got in trouble, and then I somehow wound up in the hot air balloon. In any case I was convinced we were going to die because had already died before as a result of losing control of the balloon, and neither of us knew how to steer it and we steered it WAY too high, and it was really windy and the basket almost flipped upside down, so I almost fell out. But we did manage to land it, eventually, and were attacked by hordes of undead zombies. And then I woke up.