non-lucid

07.11.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Estava em um ônibus, sentado com a Ju do meu lado. Ela reparava em um cara com cara de drogado atrás da gente, e chegava a dizer isso. Eu olhava e via o Hermes de cabelo curto. O ônibus estava na ponte sentido Piratininga.

Original journal entry dated Feb. 22, 2002:

Ok, to begin with, I had a nightmare (what's new?) that I lived all alone in a weird dorm with a basement that had creepy stuff in it. I had a cat, too, but wasn't supposed to. It was a very sweet cat. It was like Abby, only gray.
Then my dream shifted, and I dreamt I was a grandmother. We had packed our two grandchildren (both boys) up into the car when I noticed that one of them looked sort of funny. As in, you know. Headless. So, naturally, I started shrieking at the top of my lungs until my husband came over and showed me he was ok. Apparently, I'd been mistaken (about him being, like, headless). Then I looked over and the OTHER one was missing the same vital part of his anatomy. So, again, I flipped out. At the end of the dream, it turned out that I'd been hallucinating... not that this was much comfort.

The worst part about the nightmare was that I'd wake up, look around, check what time it was, then go to sleep and resume the same horrible dream. This continued from about 7 a.m. until 9:30.

This was a very strange dream in that it was a "sequel" to another dream that I must've had some time ago. I will tell the dream I had last night, then follow up with the sequel.

Anyways, it started off with some dream about me and my mother. She was helping me to apply to an art college. But that part of the dream actually came to me as sort of faded.
The first thing I really remember, when I really remember imagery and such was when we had walked outside. Everything was set for the application process, and we were leaving. The outside was grey and gloomy, and we were in some urban area with a number of tall, old looking buildings in the backdrop.
Rockets started falling from the sky and hitting the nearby buildings. We ran about a block or two until we got to our family van. We ended up having to climb in the back as we drove away. (My father being the one driving.) I couldn't help but notice that the van was stocked with survival supplies. (Water, Food, A couple of rifles.)
We drove for a long while. My dad said something about going to see his old friend. I think it was one of his former colleagues from work. We eventually got out away from the city into the countryside where we arrived at this man's residence. Apparently, he was a nuclear physicist and astronomer.
He had this lab that doubled as an observatory out in the woods. It was this big metal building that housed all of his experiments, as well as his collection of telescopes. I couldn't help but notice that he didn't have a legitimate workbench. This looked more like a showroom, because there were no spare parts or tools anywhere in sight.
I browsed his lab for a minute, mostly looking at his collection of nuclear reactors. Most of them were devices of varying shapes and colors, but about the size of a microwave oven or a small child. Also, each one was supposedly powered by a different radioactive element.
My dad and his friend were very interested in his prize reactor. It was quite a bit bigger than the others, maybe about 8 feet around. My dad said that he wanted to detonate the core and kill all of us.
[And this was where I recalled another dream, where my dad had set the same nuclear core to explode a long time ago. We had set a timer on it, and stayed near it for several hours while we awaited our impending deaths.
A also vividly remembered the location we were in when this happened. It was a very odd cliff-side location with these strange rocks placed all around. There was short, vivid green grass, and the sun was locked on the horizon, never setting or rising.
Then, minutes before the core actually exploded, my father realized that he did not want to die with his family. (I don't know why we were committing suicide) and we had to work frantically to disable the core, and we ended up disabling it seconds before it actually detonated.]

Anyways, I reminded him of that story, and it seemed to make him decide that in the end he didn't want to blow all of us up.

I think it was interesting that I had this dream on the same night that I was planning on doing a "Breaking Barriers" Focus on Recall.
Just in case the same sort of thing happens tomorrow, I just want everyone to know what's next. Tonight, I'm focusing on... Focus, Keeping a clear head and remembering a dream vividly. To me, this may be the most difficult step, since this seems to be the barrier that has built up the most over the past few years.

Original entry dated Feb. 18th, 2002:

I dreamed that I woke up and pressed my hand against my forehead. My skin was moving. You know how it feels when goldfish (or any other sort of fish, except for maybe piranhas and oscars) nibble at your fingers? It felt like that - all over my forehead - dozens of tiny moist nibbles.

I got up and looked in the mirror. My forehead was covered in dozens of tiny red... mouth-things... only without teeth. Moist, cherry-red little mouths, each about the size of a pimple, gapping open and closed and each of them making tiny peeping sounds like baby chicks. I couldn't stand looking at them, or bringing my hands anywhere near my face - I just wanted to gouge them off...
...I went to the doctor, and they were apparently some sort of parasitic infection. I learned that, unfortunately, it spread really fast and through skin-contact. There was only one way to treat them, too. The doctor had to inject each mouth - individually - with an antibiotic ointment. It wasn't so much painful as disgusting. When they died, they shriveled up and fell out in tiny brown balls, leaving dozens of tiny, deep holes in my forehead.

Original entry dated Feb. 19th, 2002:

Last night I had a dream that I visited a tribe in some sort of jungle-type place. One of the tribe elders had died and I came to attend the funeral. I believe I was an ex-member of the tribe, or else the daughter of an ex-tribe member. I know that I was blonde. I couldn't quite understand their customs, and was an outsider.

At one point, after the funeral, I wound up climbing a MASSIVE jungle tree to get a hibiscuslike red flower. I can't remember why. It was used in some sort of tribal medicine. I just remember that all of the colors in the dream were very, very vivid.

I found myself running down a bunch of tents toward a Great Wall with Frodo and Sam, my brother sam was also with me running down the dirt road lined with tents. As we were running a bunch of orcs stepped out and gave chase. Gollum was also chasing us and as we were about to be caught a massive slug thing appeared and we jumped on it. He pulled us away from our attackers to a swampy thing and descended into it. We were stuck and our attackers stopped at the edge and watched us get covered in the stuff. I suddenly jerked out of this and ran toward the wall shedding the skin like substance. The attackers gave chase and my brother said "the door that is open today is the one that says "queen" in Latin. We found it and unlatched the door just in time. We stumbled into a room with a fat guy and a family there and they didn't move they just looked on. (I think I woke up for a very short time) then suddenly I was above and behind the attackers who were now in full force attacking the wall. I saw a massive creature slam itself into the wall making it half it's height as archers shot it from the wall and suddenly I was back in my body inside the wall. Enemies were busting in the doors and I ran up a flight of stairs and stood in a coner of another flight. I saw people run down the stairs in towels and they slammed against the wall looking up. Then I woke up ... dream 2: I was in a house and we were having a party when Logan came up to me and kissed me so I took her upstairs and as we were laying in bed I woke up

04.11.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava em uma grande reunião de irmãos da CCB. Olhava para cima e via o céu mais estrelado da minha vida. Saía para tentar mostrar pra minha esposa e me perdia. Acabava nos fundos da casa da minha tia Regina, trancado. A escada dos fundos estava faltando os últimos degraus, então eu saí me pendurando. Saía pela frente da casa e via que havia alguém no quarto, e a luz estava acesa. No portão encontrei uma irmã de saia jeans longa, blusinha rosa claro, cabelo preso, por volta de 40-50 anos, e seu marido dizendo que o bairro é perigoso, e se alguém me vir pulando o muro pode estranhar. Saía da casa e era abordado por 2 homens em uma moto que tentavam me matar. Eu fugia me jogando em uma grande ladeira parecida com um escorregador. Pegava um ônibus com um motorista louco que quase batia em tudo. Tinha uma criança sentada do meu lado conversando com a mãe sobre o seu aniversário e as bexigas da festa que farão.

03.11.2013 2/2

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Vi alguém sendo desfibrilado em uma maca. Visualizei como era ser desfibrilado (a experiência de morrer e ser ressuscitado era como dormir). Agora eu estava em Osasco, perto da casa do meu pai (Bem onde a feira de quinta começava perto da oficina) e via um médico conversar com um homem dizendo que ele possuía problemas cardíacos e que lhe daria um remédio. O homem perguntava "Pro problema cardíaco né?". O médico confirmava. Eu via uma cartela prateada com comprimidos vermelhos. Eu pegava um dos comprimidos compridos e me perguntava "Por que todos os comprimidos não podem ser assim? É mais fácil de engolir". Eu colocava-o na boca e tentava engolir. Não conseguia e começava a morder. Ele quebrava na boca como se fosse feito de fios de vidro. [No dia anterior eu fui tomar um comprimido pra dor de cabeça e o cortei no meio pra poder engolir menor, e me lembrei da primeira vez que minha mãe me deu um remédio pra dor de cabeça em que eu o mastiguei]

03.11.2013 1/2

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava entrando pelo portão de casa com a mão no meu pênis e não lembro de onde me vinha a conclusão de que a minha esposa gostava mais da posição de quatro do que eu GoT. 50% alguma coisa. Depois estávamos na nossa cama fazendo amor nessa posição.

02.11.2013 2/2

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Me lembro apenas de que eu tinha descoberto algo que se eu parasse de fazer me faria mais feliz.

02.11.2013 1/2

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu mostrava pro Rafael o meu Galaxy S4 (que eu NÃO tenho) e ele dizia que agora eu poderia ver meus seriados nele.

30.10.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Cochilo no trem. Pessoas sendo disparadas de canhões em direção de aviões no ar. Não me lembro o motivo.

29.10.2013 3/3

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu e a Juliana estávamos ajoelhados no Bradesco e orando.

29.10.2013 2/3

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava em um lugar estranho, talvez um Arcade. Lembrança de ter outra pessoa ali.

29.10.2013 1/3

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Só lembro da Lily com a língua de fora no colo da Ju.

25.10.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava em um trem. Lembro de estar indo pra algum lugar. Eu sentava em umbanco duplo vazio. Sentava um asiático do meu lado direito e outro alguém do meu lado esquerdo(?). O fiscal da porta segurava todos pra fora pra não encher o trem e dizia que iria liberar em 5 segundos. Ele fazia a contagem regressiva e quanto estava no 2 ou 3, a porta fechava. Me vi no meio do banco entre os dois. Eu me levantava com o banco e o asiático reclamava pois queria se sentar também. Discutíamos. Eu explicava pra ele e resolvi deixar o banco pra ele, porém frustrado. Nessa hora, o banco já havia se transformado em uma cadeira de rodinhas. Sentava em outro e olhava pra fora. Via 3 banners sobre PuA, explicando como os amigos poderiam te trair depois de estudarem juntos e um outro banner escrito "Chocolate causa tantas alucinações quanto sua pele".