non-lucid

Wednesday:

Fragments involving a man with a hook for a hand, giving him a hand and taking his hook myself; a witch who was trying to force the hook-man to sleep so that she could somehow influence him in a dream; a prince and his army who arrived on this scene, with no knowledge of anything going on between the witch and the hook-man; and a man with some form of mental connection to the witch, his sister.

A man visiting his wife's family with her, the first time since they were married. The father-in-law's distant and judgmental. He's saying, "You'll have to understand, we only drink old French wines here - Bordeaux," that being where the mother-in-law's from. Inside, the mother-in-law is a tiny woman with long, thick grey hair, very warm and expressive. She asks her son-in-law how his meditation practice is going, and asks if he's getting by okay in New York - which he loves, but she doesn't understand how anyone could enjoy living in cities. She says, "You've been in that city for about a hundred years, but you seem to have left in a good mood." He finds her energy overwhelming.

In a small restaurant, the baker's brought out samples of new doughnuts for everyone to try, I had two, one with a peach filling, the other blueberry, and I was surprised by the taste of the 'blueberry' - it reminds me of pixie stix and sweet tarts and similar childhood candies, not in the sense of being sugary, it's more the type of flavoring those candies use. I comment on it, and someone at the next table asks what this lump in theirs is. I look and point out to them that it's a blueberry. They've never seen a blueberry before?

While walking across a field, I'm explaining to someone what juice is. I wind up having to describe it as crushing something until its external protection breaks down and its liquid insides run out, and I'm trying to figure out how to make it very, very clear to the creature I'm talking to that this is something that should be done only to plants.

As Rumpelstiltskin, I'm in a dream world, talking to an image of Regina that is breaking down and melting after being attacked by someone else, and I'm saying, "This isn't you." Allowing herself to show weakness, I mean. I say it again, then reconsider - it's possible this is one side of her, or even how I think of her. There had been a young girl with her, and now I take the girl by the hand and lead her away, ignoring the image of Regina that's still falling apart.

Someone's telling me they need me to act as a detective. I cut them off, saying, "What, I'm supposed to magically figure out where the dying guy came from?" But I do find some form of trail, scratches on the floor, leading to what seemed like a wall but which must have some kind of opening.

Vampires. I brought two humans to see a friend of mine, I wasn't intending to kill them, and I'm a little annoyed at my friend, but I'm not making any effort to stop him either. He's saying to the humans that he hasn't decided yet whether to kill them or turn them. His fangs dig into his own lip, and he spits blood on the human he's got pinned down, which has a sort of acidic effect. I, the dreamer rather than the character, observe that it's much like the way flies break down their food.

I've been working on a system of cables to allow transportation around an island. It's something two guys had been using on a very small scale on their own property, and I've been working with them to expand it to cover the entire island. I'm mostly doing this to help out a woman I'm in love with who lives in a very remote area, but it's going to benefit everyone on the island. Now I'm looking at the initial stage that's about ready for a test run, and feeling proud, when a troop of soldiers with wings descends out of the sky. Their leader - who I've met before, in a friendlier setting - arrests me on suspicion of killing the king, among others. This is a setup - I know who the actual killer is, and I came to this island in the first place to hunt that person. I'm blaming myself for getting distracted with this side project; if I'd focused solely on my mission, maybe he wouldn't have had time to frame me.

Thursday:

There's a room on a spaceship that's being converted into a sort of swamp. This alien species needed this certain type of room for some cultural reason to do with the sharing of emotions, and so we set it up for him. One of the other aliens, from a different species, says that if humans turn out to be understanding and reasonable, s/he's going to be very disappointed. I say nah, don't worry, no matter how many understanding and reasonable humans you meet, you can always count on a few of us to mess things up, every time.

A group of vampire hunters. A man leading things over the phone; someone who is either a doctor, a former doctor, or simply someone who steals meds from hospitals, refusing to be hurried by the hunters around him; a recording of a man interacting with someone who doesn't show up on video, with viewers arguing that it's definitely faked.

Original entry on March 18, 2008:

So first I dreamed about this one river, and it was very very polluted, and these guys decided to go fishing. Only they found this one invisible island. At first it seemed like a really wonderful, idyllic place, and this nice old lady invited them inside.

Note: if a "nice old lady" invites you ANYWHERE, it's a good idea not to go. In fact, run really fast in the opposite direction.

Anyway, so of course they listened to her, and they went into this house and down these stairs into this, like, underground mansion thing. Which seemed really great and everything at first, but then they started to notice discrepencies in stuff that they didn't notice at first. The woman had a pet dog, like a big mastiff, only it seemed a little strange sometimes, like it couldn't quite fit entirely inside of its form. Like sometimes the walls would flicker, or there'd be stains where there shouldn't be, or the furniture or the stuff hanging in the closet would seem really weird for a second, that sort of thing. Then one of them made the mistake of looking behind the shower curtain and there were a bunch of skinned bodies hanging there. So all of the sudden the illusion fell away and they realized that they were in a structure made entirely of bones and decomposing bodies and other stuff like that, the remains of people and animals and stuff. She'd fed some of them to her "dog", which was actually this huge demonlike thing. So anyway, she turned out to be a pretty ooglay monster thing herself, and chased them. They jumped into the river and managed to get to their village. The mayor, who was a woman, and looked strangely... well, familiar... led an expedition to the island with a bunch of big tough guys, only when they got there the place was deserted and all of the bones and stuff were dried up.

Ok, dream number two, there's this really busy police office and they're trying to catch this one serial killer dude who's responsible for a bunch of really gruesome murders. But well the police office is really busy, and they're very overworked and everything. They get this call from this one woman who seems to sort of be freaking out, there's a bunch of growling and snarling in the background that sounds like really pissed off dogs, and she's asking them to send people over. The cops are like, "We're really busy and we'll send animal control, ok?" and then they hang up before she can say anything. So the woman's stranded on the bed with her two kids, and she DOES own a doberman, only it's sort of dead right now because she's being attacked by evil vicious snarling demon-babies. And one of them goes after her kid so she winds up wrestling with it and it sinks its teeth into her arm.
So the cops are looking at this newspaper clipping later on, and the headline is "Woman And Children Found Dead In Bedroom, Eaten". And they chalk it up to this serial-killer who's been going around. They just can't seem to catch the guy.

Hotel Entertainer.

I think this dream might have been from the night before last. But I only recalled it now.

I was visiting this hotel that was owned by three siblings. (Kristie, Ryan, and Grey.) Each of them had designed and built one wing of the hotel. Ryan and Kristie's wings were very straight and orderly, while Grey's wing was built sort of haphazardly, and the rooms in the building looked sort of crooked. Some jutted out from the side of the building while others were pressed into the building. Somehow, someone explained to me that Grey was "off" compared to the other two. Even then, all three wings were unified by the fact that they had large windows and were constructed of a white cement material. The hotel was built in a suburban area, there were alot of one-story houses and stores around.
I sat down at a picnic table outside the hotel with two other male dream characters. We talked for a bit, I can't remember about what. Just that we were entertained.
One of the things that I recall best was that a good portion of the first floor of Kristie's wing didn't have a wall. There was sort of this indoor/outdoor type room with a bunch of laundry machines for washing the bedsheets and towels in the hotel. I watched a pair of housekeepers working for a few minutes.
I started hearing this buzzer and seeing this light go off. (There was a small alarm-type box on the table.) I couldn't figure out what it meant, but the other boys started laughing. Then Ryan showed up, and got really mad at me. He said that I was supposed to go to the room that the buzzer had came from and entertain the guests. (Becaue apparently I worked here now.)
When he left, the other boys explained to me that it was our job to entertain the guests, and the only time we were allowed to deny them entertainment was if we were already entertaining someone else. I looked behind me, and there was a large cart filled with different colored tee-shirts. The boy continued by explaining that when a guest calls and wants to be entertained, they can request that you wear a particular color of shirt.
I got a cell phone call, and it was another guest wanting entertainment. I answered and it was a man and a woman who had just gotten married. They asked me to put on either a brown or orange shirt and come up to their room. I started looking through the bin for a shirt in one of those colors, but I couldn't find one. I was still on the line with them, and they asked me to keep looking for the shirt, because for some reason, having me look for a shirt over the phone was entertaining to them. (Dream logic)

Pokemon Builder

I had a dream I was playing the new Pokemon game, and playing this minigame where you could design your own Pokemon. The idea was sort of like playing with stickers. Where there were a bunch of stickers that looked like eyes and bodies and spikes. You could arrange them into a new Pokemon.
I can remember I was trying to create a Geodude. (I think that was a 1st Generation Pokemon, and one of the favorites from my childhood.) But my Geodude ended up looking like crap, and I got frustrated.


Graduation Crashers

I am so looking forward to getting out of school.

We were graduating, but the graduation ceremony required all of the underclassmen to be present as well. We were in this location that my school clearly does not have in real life. It was essentially this huge hexagonal stadium-type room. There was a wooden stage in the center where some important educational figure was giving students their diplomas and congratulating them for completing school.
After one particular student was called down, the Junior class started booing them and the room started to get out of control. Some teachers came in and told the Juniors that if they didn't quiet down they would all be written detentions.

I don't remember the first dream I had, although I think it had something to do with my mother. I know I was talking in my sleep again, because I said something and heard/felt myself speak out loud (but still didn't realize it was a dream or wake up).

I recall the second:
I wanted to go Trick or Treating. My brother had gone Trick or Treating earlier in the evening, and he brought home a huge bag of candy, which he shared with me. I felt weird about doing it, though, since I'm 30, but I thought I could get away with it if I tried to look like a teenager. Unfortunately, it was almost 9 pm and all of the porch lights on the houses were off. There was some candy scattered on the ground outside some of the houses, so I picked that up. There were also tiny plastic spiders all over the place. This had something to do with my friend R, but I'm not sure what.

00:00 Wednesday 2013-11-20

00:20 3mg tablet melatoninn

00:56 bedtime

03:52

1) playing a big tennis match, approaching court, I'll need sunscreen because it wil be hot. I was also checking my supply of water, the match may come down to to lasts longer in the hot conditions I think. Going down steps into the court area the courts are inside, the floor is red and rubbery. The courts are crowded along the fences they're full of people. The floor is covered in pingpong balls and lots of other stuff, the more I look the more I see, I'm trying to sweep away the ping pong balls and tennis balls and junk from the court. I see the corner from the court, brushing them off of the singles border up towards the net. One of the organizers (they're young boys) says "yes that's right, just sweep them away, there's some room down there you could put those balls down there on the other side. " I think this is stupid why should I have to do this. HEad back to the fence behind me, they say "we ran out of chairs because we ordered them from we forgot te tell them that this school had ramps" so they couldn't get the ordered chairs to the courts. No room for people to sit. View outside, why school with ramps, it's because it's a school for people in wheelchairs, I see young people in wheelchairs rolling towards the courts outside in the daytime. There are rolling hills outside with the paths and there are some pretty girls in wheelchairs rolling towards the courts. They're preening and making suggestive poses with their arms in order to attract boys at the tennis match.

A group of young people sitting down at a table drinking. One young man is deeply in love with one of the girls and said "I touched the lights" and laughing about it, but he was also sad. The girl just liked him as a friend.

A very drunk guy with a fat moony face. He was trying in vain to get directions from a subway cahier. It was like a scene from a candid camera comedy show. He kept asking questions and never got answers to the questions. He was there all night long trying to get the cashier to answer some question, any question, at the end he was asking about some sport from California and she answered "well I don't know anything about that."

07:02

2) touching moment, PT big hug, feel his scratch cheek against mine. Service for his parent's passing away? Down a ski path into the snow, find a buried bit with all of the T family's buried gold. I have to bring things back to them, there's a big truck to dig up the things in the pit. More detail forgotten.

F1) in a dorm room trying to choose the right bed. It's fun to be in a big room full of people, but then I realize that sleep is more important so it's better to be in a room by yourself.

10:03 haven't slept to this REM cycle in about a week or more, probably the melatonin helping

3) Old poignant memories. In my old house where children grew up. Petted my deceased dog L, I knew I could do this because it was a dream (not lucid!). He purred like a cat, and I "remembered" that he could do that. "In dreams you can even smell things" so I tried smelling him but I didn't sense anything. I walked away from him weeping and sobbing because I missed him so much. Looking through a hole in our fence in our yard blasted wide open. I was confused how that could have happened. "Realized" that it must have been the wind (In WL very windy a few days ago), I imagined going to the hardware store, buying wood planks, and sawing them to size and nailing them. I imagined stepping through the hole in the fence into the neighbor's yard and stepping on to a spider web. It was a long-deserted house.

I'm in bed with my wife. We're getting naked (I'm taking off my pants) and getting ready for sex but she didn't want to she said our son will hear us because he's coming home soon. She was lying naked on top of me. It was enjoyable. Instead of blankets we're lying under wood/lumber plank which were wet and black.

Saw my young (3-4 years old) children sitting at a table with red placemats. I thought they could do their homework at this table.

Upstairs, in another room, a strange destroyed piece of furniture. At first it appeared to be a glass topped dining table and the frame holding the glass seemed to be damanged. Looking closer at it there is a space underneath the glass and a wooden bottom. There are lots of things in there, like some mechanism, but it is damaged. I ask "what happened to the piano? How did it get like that". The table is a shell meant to hold the piano, which is a separate construct now visible just beyond the table.

In parent's house, S2 is sitting at the top of the stairs to the basement, with his back facing down the stairs, he could have fallen backwards, I say "A, don't sit like that because you could fall down the stairs bump-bump-bump-bump and fall off. You should always sit sideways." He turns sideways and places his hands in the crack between the door and the frame, I say "don't get your fingers pinched in the door."

Children are being really cute. I felt like I missed them being that age. They were running around lightly bumping their heads into things and saying "bimp! bump!" They're doing it on purpose. S2 was stretching and moving in the way of a baby. My wife starts to say "you can really learn a lot from..." and I thought she was going to say "the way a child moves" but she didn't say that.

I wanted to see S2, he said something really cute (forgot it), I say, "A, come here!", he says "Daddy, why are you sad?" I say "I'm not sad!"

Neck hurt all night long. Probably because I slept on stomach previous morning with head at bad angle on pillow.
3 wakings with pretty good recall each time.

not exactly sure at this momennt wat my dream was im sure it will come to me eventually in the morning. ok here it is devin and i were at this store trying. buy stuff. i saw this package with skul candy head phones a towel and beach chair for 15 bucks and i told him to get that. he did but then the lady had to do a price check. the husband store owner went all crazy on me yelling at me saying he was trying to help me. he got up all in my face and at first i was scared but afterword i didnt get scared and i stood up to him.

devin and finally both purchased the beach chair and stuff and he got the head phones

Morning of November 21, 2013. Thursday.



In my dream, I am in a school, apparently, but there seem to be attributes that remind me a lot of my sister’s house on Loomis Street, though bigger in area. A foreman and friend who had shot himself in real life (Patrick; nickname Hooker) seems to be one of the teachers or actually more like a composite also inclusive of a high school science teacher. It is going on nine o'clock at night (which I do not see until near the end of my dream by looking at a clock on the south wall). All of the students (we seem to be in our twenties and thirties) are working on helping to manually put together some workbooks that are somehow for the benefit of the whole school, which does not seem a practical endeavor. I have already completed one book and will apparently get a small payment. It involves starting from the first page and simply writing sums that increment by one or ten or whatever from that point to the end of the book. The books are 96-page ruled exercise books of 8mm feint, about 9 x 7 inches I think. Horizontally, there is room for four problems or possibly five.

I am continuously annoyed by seeing that the second one I am to complete is not perfect on yet the first page when looking back and that there are errors in what I had written, including not having an extra space between the sets so that they run together a little too closely from top to bottom (not leaving enough room for whoever solves them), accidentally skipping the lower addend of a sequence now and then, etc. I spend a lot of time erasing, never getting past the first three rows. The first page seems to start with 100 + 1 (column form - all problem templates are in column form), 100 + 2, 100 + 3, 100 + 4, and so on. Eventually, I happen to skim the pages and notice a few pages with colorful stickers here and there (apparently put in by someone else earlier during the day) that have similar problems with pictures and take up about the same space as the written efforts - and will supposedly end up filling the same logical sequencing when all the manual work is done (while manually skipping the sticker regions that are part of the sequencing). Most of the colorful stickers are nearer to the middle of the booklet. After that, I see that there are several pages of complex equations which fill each page, several pages in from the front, and realize that the book is something I should keep and had in fact started to make into a school workbook accidentally (from it being with the others for a short time but long enough for someone else to have worked on it prior). Not wanting to mess my book up any more than it is I inform the teacher that I will finish it later (a deliberate lie - I will start anew on another one - this one will not be “missed” as it was already mine) and casually insert it into the middle area of a larger exercise book within my larger binder. Around this time I also look at the clock (which is higher on the wall, only about a foot down from the ceiling) and see it is about nine o'clock at night and so I wonder why everyone is still working, as I reason the classwork should have probably ended around 4:30 in the afternoon.

I eventually reflect on a false memory that someone (not sure who) had ordered some pizzas and drink for me (in addition to perhaps a couple other friends or classmates) about an hour and a half prior - and that it is my responsibility to pick it up now. The pizza place is supposedly adjacent to our “school” and north of it and open until midnight but I have concerns on how I will prove to the cashiers that I am the one who is supposed to pick up the order - yet I am also not entirely sure when the school session ends. I am still looking forward to it, assuming it all works out and that the cashiers will know what they are doing. I am thinking on that for awhile and wake up before leaving the “school” via the front east entrance.

non lucid
*This girl with a really nice ass give me her number and wanted to chill later on. I had the feeling she wanted to you know what. Then she started showing me different anime's that she watches. At one point I felt she actually took me into the actual anime show itself.

21.11.2013 2/2

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava em uma casa que não conheço.
Acho que ia pro banheiro e via uma abertura no teto. Pensava em subir e ir pros outros cômodos. Parecia muito importante que eu fizesse isso no sonho.
Eu via que alguém estava tomando banho e que não podia deixar que essa pessoa me visse.
Eu estava encostado na parede e via várias roupas minhas em cabides. A da frente era uma camiseta cinza minha.
A pessoa saía do banho e eu via que era o meu irmão.
Ele falava alguma coisa pra mim.
Aqui fica confuso. Lembro só de alguma coisa relacionada a gosma roxa e que uma certa espécie de alienígena se alimentava dessa gosma e gerava mais após digerir. No sonho isso fazia muito sentido e pareceu uma descoberta extraordinária.

21.11.2013 1/2

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu não estava no sonho.
A única coisa que eu via era um tabuleiro com vários símbolos e desenhos.
Havia alguém narrando histórias/mitologias usando as imagens do tabuleiro.
Eu/alguém pedia pra esse narrador contar a história do Brasil usando o tabuleiro.
Numa determinada parte da narração aparecia um desenho era uma lula cinza/bege num círculo azul claro.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

There was some talk about games and level-making and something about timing. Then dream faded and i was in some HH/FA hybrid state where i could see a room with closed eyes, felt more like HH, i also saw my snout. I tried to DEILD/make it actual dream, but with no success.

Dream 2(fragments):

I am playing some game. then i wake up and get up room is different and i feel the dream, but then it fades.

Dream 3(fragments):

I woke up and decided to try DEILD but multiple people were distracting me with blankets and videos, eventually i woke up properly.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was with a group of people and there was some talk about 'Trance kid' that we had to find. Then i suddenly got teleported.
I am standing on what appears to be invisible platform floating in the air, the platform is above a highway and there are alot of cars and trucks, one grey truck near me. I realize that i am dreaming and apparently all cars and trucks drive but also they are kinda static relative to platform. I explore the place walking on this invisible platform/floor and then suddenly i am in some version of my room. I go ahead and phase through balcony door, which also had slightly broken glass on the right side. Then i fly with wings to metallic roof of one of small buildings and land into quadruped stance, dream shortly fades.

20.11.2013 6/6

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava em uma casa com a parte da frente aberta.
O Carlinhos apareceu falando de um jogo.
Lembro vagamente de duas mulheres conversando.
O jogo era parecido com GTA.
Eu lembro que ensinava pra ele como deixar as mulheres do jogo com a bunda pra cima quando morriam. [Acho que essa parte da bunda tem relação com a hora que eu fui dormir logo antes desse sonho onde eu acordei com a Ju e levantei o vestido dela pra sentir sua bunda]
No jogo eu via uma mulher deitada numa poça d'água com a bunda pra cima. A bunda dela era torta e deformada, mas depois se endireitava e ficava redonda.

20.11.2013 5/6

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

De volta ao sonho da apresentação.
Dessa vez eu estava sozinho com um cara de terno cinza e cabelo curto raspado.
Só isso.

20.11.2013 4/6

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu e a Ju estávamos na academia do Dudda que se parecia com uma sala com sofás no meio.
O Danilo e a Bianca estavam lá treinando. O Danilo era faixa preta ponta amarela(?), e eu me lembro que não entendia essa graduação e pensava em perguntar pra ele.
A Ju sentava e eu ia treinar, mas o treino era apenas jogar bolinha pra cima.
Havia muita gente lá que eu não conhecia.
Eu saía de lá pra ver lá fora e encontrava algum conhecido masculino e conversava com ele.
Eu via um caminhão baú com um Furbie dançando na ponta.
Eu dava risada e pensava em mostrar pra Ju.
Eu entrava e falava pra ela que devíamos cobrar o Dudda e ela dizia que ali não era lugar pra isso. Eu mostrava pra ela uma sala que era ideal pra isso. Ela concordava.
O Dudda me chamava pro treino e a Ju respondia: "E se eu não deixar?".
Ela e o Dudda ficavam de cara fechada.

Dream 1(fragments):

There was something about a game that changed the price of itself depending on how much a person liked it.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing some fps and level looked a bit tf2 stylish and it was nighttime.