non-lucid

09-18-2013 -- Running around in England, half with a local girl, half with my friend BC, who has decided she wants to be a sort of slayer, running patrols and trying to protect the people in the area, except that she has no super strength, no powers, and really not much to defend herself with.

So it is kind of late in the evening, and we're running around some dark, cramped, and dirty streets, some bad sections of town, and we've heard some sort of prophecy about some dangerous rocks or something, and we're running up and down these streets, looking for any trouble. But as we make our way up one street, checking the shops on both sides of the street as we move along, we reach the end, and start back down the same street.

We get maybe two or three shops down before I realize that we checked both sides of the street on the way up ... it is wasteful for us to be checking the same street on the way down again, so I lead us through an alley to the next street over, and we start looking through it.

There is a small sort of statuary here, and it feels like it might tie in with the rocks a little bit, but we find no sign of any bad guys. But as we keep making our way through, we start to notice some of the Adventurers Club performers around, and they are doing some sort of craft thing. I think Graham is leading it, but Philip and Joe are also here, and though Graham is kind of friendly, the other two seem a little more stuck up, like they really don't think we can do much with these crafts. Unfortunately, they may be right.

It seems to involve taking logs (that are very quickly turning into very small twigs) and twisting and bending them into interesting shapes. We have no supplies because we didn't know we were going to be here, but I grab a small log out of a trash dumpster, and start peeling off spare branches and the like. Problem is, as things are shrinking, they are also becoming more and more brittle, and soon instead of a nicely bent up little creation, I simply have a handful of inch long twigs. I toss them aside, and get back to hunting trouble-makers.

We run down another street, where BC kind of warns off a couple of her girlfriends, and finds some guy who is hitting on her and wanting to date her. Since it is late at night and a bad area, and all the rest, even if this guy isn't too bad, I can't help but feel that her parents are not going to be too happy about this, and as they kind of start to materialize next to me as I think about them, I'm right. They aren't happy.

But it turns out the guy is bad, and one of the problems we expected. He pulls a knife on BC, and she knocks it out of his hand with a kick. So instead he grabs a gun, and starts to try and aim it at her, and I start running for the scene. He's rather incompetent, and his first couple of shots miss, but he is getting closer and closer, making dodging more and more difficult. Meanwhile, the gun is getting bigger and bigger. What started out as a pistol or revolver first grows into more of a rifle or shotgun, then some sort of very large mounted gun, perhaps about 12 feet long, with about a 90 mm diameter gun barrel that the thug is only aiming ... his partner on the other end has to 'pull the trigger' so to speak.

BC is trying to throw herself in front of this thing, to protect others, not realizing she is the one who needs protection, and I am trying desperately to get there first. I know she has no powers, but I just have this feeling that if I focus on it correctly, I can sort of adapt my bad luck to turn it into bad luck for others. I manage to shove BC out of the way, and throw myself in front of the barrel, and there is a loud sort of crack as the guy shoots. The huge shell explodes through the barrel and reaches me at the end, and ... nothing happens for a few seconds.

The crook aiming the gun sort of looks at me like 'Huh?' but his partner realizes that all that energy is going to have to go somewhere, and turns around and starts to bolt! Seems like a good idea to me, and I throw myself at BC, trying to cover her from the explosion as the large gun blows to bits, taking the thug who was aiming it with him.

BC's parents are there almost immediately, laying into their daughter and having it out with her about this foolish idea, while I can't help but think that just because we took out one or two thugs doesn't mean that there is no more trouble around here. I start to look around and find indications of more problems, but as I try to get BC's attention, she doesn't seem to be interested, anymore.

So I wander over to a small shop where I hear voices raised, and find four elderly American tourists laying into a Middle Eastern looking fellow, about the evil thing that he was just doing. Somehow they don't seem to realize that he could do evil things to them. Meanwhile, he is crouching over a large barrel of water, and as he works with it, the swarthy coloring seems to be washing off of him, and he turns out to be a pasty white Englishman who has been disguising himself as a Middle Eastern guy to hide his identity. And since they know this, they are in trouble.

He is reaching for the first of them, seemingly about to strange him, when I jump in and grab him. His three partners are also approaching. I start to wrestle with the guy, and the four old tourists keep telling him off, and I stare at them in amazement before telling them to shut up and run, before one or more of them get hurt. They finally seem to realize they are in danger, and start to scatter. Three of their fellows follow, as I wrestle with the fourth, but it takes me a couple of minutes for me to put him down, and I only succeed when I break off one of his hands and leave him in a crumpled heap on the ground.

I start down the alley that the tourists ran down, followed by the other three crooks, but I am a couple minutes behind, and am afraid I will lose them, so I leap into the air and try to fly, hoping I will move really fast and be able to catch up. Unfortunately, while I can kind of float, I have no speed, and it might be even a tad slower than running. I can't see any of them (the crooks or tourists), until I finally run into a sort of Arab laundry or something (or at least something pretending to be), and find one of the bad guys, who becomes no problem as I quickly break off his thumb. Then I wake up. Fun dream.

9/18/2013, 10:00-6:00

I tried to say mantras to LD in bed before going to sleep, but no lucid dream. I woke up once at 1:49 till 1:52.

Dream 1:

My family and I were driving to Connecticut. We ended up at a forest. There was this temple. My dad was driving on top of the temple when he said that we've made it to Connecticut. I wanted to get out of the car, so I did. Then the car fell onto the other side of the temple. It started to tumble down the temple and into some trees, with my dad, mom, and brother still inside. They were then outside of Connecticut :/. My family was perfectly fine.

I then found an opening into the center of the temple (Connecticut) and I jumped inside. I found this little statue, a few pedestals, some statues on the pedestals, and a window looking outside. My brother J was then outside the window. I grabbed the one statue not on the pedestals and put it on one. Immediately, there was a Canadian goose that flew down and started attacking my brother. There was blood everywhere. The dream had a sad feel to it.

There were numerous dreams this night...

I went to sleep after 2 AM I think.

> (this might have been September 16th) The Darth Vader vs Luke Skywalker scene from Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back happened but was a little bit different. Luke then fell, Went through the vent or whatever it was and was hanging from the railing, And the "Movie" Was an abridged version to some degree.

> Some people were cosplaying as Dorothy, the Cowardly Lion and the Tin Man from The Wizard Of Oz. A man was as Dorothy in white makeup. Later they started avoiding people and turned into MLP: FIM characters including Twilight sparkle and Derpy Hooves. They were all caught except for Derpy who went up a building and started acting like the bomber from the Atari 2600 game "KABOOM!" dropping things down.

I can remember I was with S and C. C was a werewolf/lycan, and S had some leather-type armor and a bow and arrow. Apparently we were fighting Medusa in some kind of temple area. It was a large stone crypt-like place, with a lot of columns. There were torches on some of the columns that lit the entire room with an orange-ish glow.
Anyways, I wasn't able to look at Medusa (or I would be turned into stone, obviously) But I was able to hear her footsteps and sort of get a sense of where she was. I had a sense that she was behind me, but I realized I didn't have any kind of weapon. I got angry with my two friends and we traded a couple of remarks before I just decided to do things as best I could.
I grabbed Medusa and held her by the neck, (I had to look up and away from her) and I started ripping off the snakes in her hair. I don't know how this worked, I think she gave in eventually and died.
Strange that I would be dreaming of greek mythology/gods. Never really been into that sort of stuff.
After she was defeated, my friend dream characters faded, and the setting sort of morphed into my kitchen. My father was there, but he was smiling really evil-like, and I think his eyes were either bloodshot or glowing red. I realized that I had to fight him, too.
I remembered my lack of weapon was nearly my downfall in the last fight. I went over to the knife block on the counter and took out the big butcher knife. My dad pulled out his own knife that was really more like a small sword or machete, it was so big.
We fought for awhile, but I dominated him, and I think I disarmed him. He had some sort of back up weapon, another, smaller knife. I can remember at one point we got locked in some strange position where he was holding my knife blade, and I was trying to cut free, but in order to do that, I had to cut off some of my dad's fingers.
It was at this point that Lia entered the dream scene. I couldn't really make her out, but I know she was there. She came in standing in the doorway of the kitchen, but she was floating about two feet above the ground, and was partially transparent. and she told me that I wasn't really fighting my dad, but rather some evil character who had created a manifestation of him.
Knowing that my opponent was not actually my father, I began to fight much more fiercely, and I opened up his stance, and stabbed him in the leg. He knelt down and admitted defeat.
But the one thing that sort of stuck with me, was when I walked past him, I looked at the wound on his leg. There was no blood coming out of it. It was just a sort of narrow red cut into the flesh. I again; don't know why, but that detail just sort of stuck with me.

Another thing I can't stop thinking about why, in my dreams, is my father always portrayed as some evil character? (Well that wasn't a direct portrayal of him, but a poser of some sort.) In real life, I know him to be a bit of a grouch from time to time, but for the most part he's really nice. Maybe it's just some symbolism that I haven't figured out.

Dream Fragment 1

I was joining a online poker room, PKR I think. I joined a heads up table. As I joined I noticed there was 3 seats. I assumed we must have had a tie in joining the room, as only 2 seats are available in heads up. I was kicked from the table, and noticed that there was only 2 seats now, which were taken.

Dream Fragment 2

I think some female was telling me that my nose ring looked great on me.

Dream 1(fragment):

Something about dragons.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was on some kind of hot air baloon/zeppelin kind of vehicle with a team and there was one dude that was shouting on everyone. We were descending towards enemy base. We got attacked by a huge barrage of rockets and were trying to defend the vehicle, but ended up constantly getting hit whatever we did, some of crew were having some abilities, like forcefield, that temporarily stopped attacks. Soon though we didn't had anyone left but me and shouty dude, he started complaining about things and then i figured out that rockets can be easily shot down, i've started firing my rapid fire machine gun at them and holding off nearly whole barrage that way. I told dude to start doing things and he apparently got rapid fire rocket launcher of all things and started helping with barrage, that definitely stopped it.
As we landed we had to deal with some enemies in some kind of small fort.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was in some kind of multiplayer FPS game, the level was some kind of underground metallic complex and was pretty mazey. It was more or less classic team deathmatch except that there was some kind of crafting system for custom weapons/items. I ended up crafting bottle of some poisonous liquid at one point. Also there was one room housing the core of the complex which was kind of metallic thing and it was beating.

Dream 4(fragments):

There was some kind of story involving mechas, some 'high beings' and searching something, which ended up with the fight of massive mechas, they were extremely powerful and there were also striders from half-life 2 participating in the battle on our side, the problem for them was though that enemy mecha was alot more powerful than them and could down them in single hit. Also there was much huger strider, but it was damaged and just stood out of battle. The battle between two mechas was pretty epic, but then dream kinda switched to something about Gordon Freeman's mom exiting the house, she was invisible due to having no model. Then there was alot of talk between all characters and a dying 'high being' about some kind of truth or something.

Dream 5(fragments):

Yogscast were playing some game which was kinda FPS, they were fighting some robotic enemies through the level and it was pretty hard, especially in the end with big and powerful 'generator' enemies. They managed to 'skip' past them though and press end of level switch.

1. I walk up to a big light-brown bag and scare the shit out of the people in it. Similar to this in size (but still bigger).

Apparently it’s a vehicle. I had gathered a sack of BL manga to read while in the ‘vehicle’. They were bigger and heavier than normal. I sit them on the floor inside the door. Melly is there and shows me some candy she brought. Twizzlers was one. I brought some too and lay them out. One was really long multicolored Twizzlers (red and green), one was small twist Twizzlers. The multicolored ones were half and half and the red and green blended into each other in the middle where they met, and they were almost translucent.

We’re waiting for a horror movie villain (think Michael Myers). I see in my head like a movie scene the figure standing on the road. He’s walking funny as if injured, and I see a car pass by him as if they’d run into him.

Inspiration: I got a bag of Twizzers a couple of days ago. Horror movie thing probably inspired by Friday 13th.

2. I hold my breath as a vehicle with a bad guy in it passes me by. The lady inside with blond-hair just past her ears smirks at me. I remember her, she’s a woman ‘I’ helped in a hospital when I was a doctor and some crisis was happening. She fell down the stairs and I rushed down to help her while everyone else was just trying to get away. “Look at me.” I urged her, checking to see if she had a head injury. Her hair was longer and in a pony then.

She turned out to be a stalker.

3. In a school (TTU)? Brought Sarah clothes, she was feeling down about something so we didn’t think she’d join in on what was going on (others were wearing them too). But she appears wearing jeans and a purple sweater with writing on it. We’re happy and walk out of the building, me quietly singing a song.

Mom is already getting in the car when we step out, and I burst into song, ‘Reflection’ from Mulan. Sarah stares. As we get in the car, she compliments me and says she gives the performance a four. I say something about how I love to sing when the weather is like that (‘windy’).

“Who is that girl I see
staring straight back at me
when will my reflection
show who I am inside?”

(I sing the last world as I get into the car.)

4. As I was getting up for the day, I saw my mini flashlight by the laptop and remembered something that happened. At some point during the night, I crawled across the bed and over to my desk, scrabbling around on it until I found the flashlight. By then, I realized that I had dreamed that there was a big spider in my bed. By then I already had the flashlight so I checked for ease of mind. x_x

It’s really weird when I react to something in a dream in WL. I think last time this happened, I walked over and got a sweater from somewhere, put it up on my bed with me and went back to sleep, lol. No wait, I think the last time was me coming to to find myself standing up on my bed…

Notes: Woke up half an hour early again. Two songs with dreams, seems like listening to music before bed might be the cause. :3 Also, one of my dream goals I’m trying to remember for if I go lucid is to sing a song (not ‘Reflection’ though!). I can’t do that IWL because we live in an apartment and I have a high voice.

1. I’m at a library flipping through a thick, floppy book. I stop when I see an entry on No.6 (with a chest-up picture of anime!Shion). Apparently it’s some sort of reference book.



There were notes by people written on the back(?) of the book. Two said, in the same handwriting and not far from each other, ‘No.6 season 2’. I show it to the person with me, who is apparently grumpy. I don’t think I ever actually see this person.

‘I miss you nanna.’ Was another of the messages. There were a few similar dedications with a word starting with ‘n’ in it.

We try to find the publish date at the beginning because we’re wondering why No.6 is in the book so soon. It says 2008.

I’m watching an anime I’ve never seen before and am unfamiliar with IWL. I feel and hear a guy behind me telling a girl that I’m watching an anime and he’s going on about it, it’s distracting. (I don’t think it was actually anime though, the style was off.)

I went to turn the TV off but couldn’t find the button. Actually, there was one labeled OFF but the person with me, told me that that wasn’t it. It turned out to be a square black button on the bottom right on an inlaid panel.

~I look up at the TV and think how, since I’m not watching it, I may as well turn it off. But I look back and see a bunch of people, and think that since the TV is so loud, turning it off will make the silence really thick.

2. A woman hanging out with her family, then goes to pick up a boy waiting grumpily in a van. She looks mid-age with shoulder length auburn hair.

Inspiration: I meant to look up up my old lucids from 2008 and thought about it before bed. No.6 actually came out in 2011. Besides seeing No.6 posts on my Tumblr dash often, I listened to the anime opening/ending last night before bed.

3rd person following 3 people traveling through time, one woman and two men. One of the men, Billy, winds up being left behind, the other two have to abandon him in a place where he's "condemned by the powers to a life of battles." But they've just now encountered him again, as the 9th "killer" they have to face in a place of challenges, carrying a sword. A great deal of time has passed from his perspective and he's almost unrecognizable, cold and intimidating.

They've returned to their own time, in the hotel rooms they were in before all the time travel started. Due to timeline shenanigans, the woman runs into a 'past' version of Billy in the hall, a version who hasn't done any time traveling at all yet, smiling as usual.

The 'killer' version of Billy is talking about the souls left "there," abandoned by her. The other man who'd traveled with them questions that phrasing, 'souls' - "Are there really any souls in hell now?" Due to timeline shenanigans, is the implication - before Billy'd been abandoned, the two of them had a longstanding debate on what happens to the people in erased timelines, whether they still exist in any form. Billy's smiling, which is not a good thing, and saying they can finally conclude that debate.

I opened a door and was outside, on a road that seemed to go on forever, with a never-ending field on both sides. i started walking up the road. (for some reason i felt like i started in south Carolina and was heading north up the east coast, and this was some kind of doorway that was a shortcut, with only this one road). As i was walking i noticed that to my right was a door, just standing alone..with flowers and vines growing up around it, and a wooden sign above that (in either a different language or an unfamiliar word) named the name of a beach. I went to the door and went in, and was at a beach, but something was not right about it, and i turned back and went through the door again and continued up the road. I saw another door, with another name of a beach, and went in, and again, for some reason i didn't like it. This continued through many doors, always to the right, with vines growing up around the door, and a wooden sign above with the name of a beach. Either the air was too cold, or the water was too high, or the land was too swamp-like, but i never liked any of the beaches and continued up the road till i saw a door with a sign that read "ocean city". I was excited because i have been to ocean city and i thought that it would be good to be somewhere that I am familiar with. i went in, but was somehow in a building that was similar to a hotel, no decorations or anything, but many rooms and hallways. And people were all around, walking this way and that, and there were kids dressing up for pageants. I wanted to go back to the road, but the people found me in the building and wanted me to exit the building. I was upset because if i left the building i couldn't go back to where i came form, and wouldn't know where i was. A women in maybe her 30-40s saw me. She had short curly brown hair, and she wanted to help me find the door to the road. She took me to a room, and through the room was another small room, and in that room was the door. It was four feet tall, and painted red, with red trim, and flowers were planted in flowerpots on each side and vines grow up around the door. The women handed me three of my blankets, a sheet ans two throws (ones i own in real life)_ and exited the room. I opened the door and went in/out to the road. I was happy that i could finally go back to where i came from, and i started walking. for some reason i remembered that i could fly./ I saw how beautiful the road was and the field that was around it, and remembered how awesome it is and how good it feels to be flying in such sunny weather. I had my blankets though, and i couldn't fly with them.. so i tried to throw them up and jump, letting the blankets land on my back, so i could fly..but the blankets weighed me down.. i decided that unfortunately i could not fly because i had to take the blankets home, so i would have to walk. Then i woke.

9/17/2013, 10:05-5:55

Meditated last night. Same mantra as last time.

Dream 1:

I was on a battlefield as a soldier. I looked to the right and saw a destroyed building. There was the body of Hitler next to it, a piece of the building, and a crushed military tank. I also saw a fence in front of me with a trench. In the trench was a bipod-ed sniper rifle aimed at the building. Also, everything was on top of a sheet of ice.

I then recall being in a war room. Someone was pointing to a map of the world toward where Australia should be. There was ice on the map in place of the over-sized island. There was some everywhere on the map, actually. I guess it represented the world in an Ice Age. The guy pointing then pointed to Africa and said something about "them" being in Africa, but also in the "Home Depot" of the world, as he pointed to Asia. (WTH Asia is Home Depot?) The dream then ended.

My boyfriend, Steven, is in jail. But the jail is an all white, old, rundown motel, with boards loose and nails poking out, (similar scene of a few of my recent dreams). I decided to visit him and stay the night with him. There was a matress with no sheet laying on the floor of his room/cell. I lay with him and noticed that he only had a torso, no hips or below. We lay talking for a while, and after talking for a long time, i started crying. he comforted me, and asked what was wrong. I told him i was upset because since he only had a torso we could no longer have sex. He look sad, but told me that that was why he told me before that he would (you know, use his mouth) and i said, oh ok then. And stopped crying and everything was ok. I turned over and lay on my stomach and he put his arm around me, i felt his torso end at my hip, but i felt extreamly comforted and started to fall asleep. I then woke up, with the sensation of him still laying by my side.

I was at a fair, or amusement park. I was responsible for my own room set up, to have games or sell things..it was part of the military and friends, as a project that i had to do. I can remember fragments.
I was on the other side of the park, and there was a girl, my age, putting on a type of suit, apparently she was some type of fighter, like a kick boxer, and she was the best female fighter. But in order to fight, she needed to wear this suit, and she needed a ring or key to complete the suit or else it wouldn't work. She asked me to hurry and find the ring/key and bring it back to her so she can start the event. I ran across the park and found my aunts accounting firm, and standing outside, i met her boss, who had a little wooden box, and inside she had the key, i took it and ran back and gave it to the girl.

The next thing i remember:
I was in a crowded room with people i knew from all walks of live, past and present, school and military, and i kept floating up (flying) to the ceiling and pushing my hands off the ceiling and floating back down. I was the only one able to do this, and so the people in the room thought i was weird or something. There was an old lady in a black hooded robe in the center of the room behind something of a island desk or counter in the middle of the room. She was very nice to me. And was also not surprised by my ability to float. She was the only person i talked to and she told me that the other people were not as spiritually enlightened as I was and therefore were not able to float like me,. She explained that she was the most enlightened person in the room and i was the second. She took off this mask like thing she had tied around her face, close up as she and handed the tin to me. It was a small metal (tin-like) circular box, with bars across the lid. She wanted me to keep this, and i looked at her, and realized she had no face, but was speaking to me telepathically, her voice just coming from around me, like it was on speaker, but no one else paid any attention. She then exited through a door, i took another look at the thing she gave me, and the string that was tied to it, that held it over her face, trying to make sense of what it was, thinking of how neat it was, and my love for small, antique boxes, and i woke up.

non lucid
*I heard someone saying that there was a teacher in the time of Buddha that was realized but she had so much confidence she was a good teacher. Then someone said that what happened 4000 years could never happen today. Spiritual teachers could express them selves differently. Then I saw a Indian teacher, walking with a lot of followers holding a book of some sort.

I am out to dinner with my wife. We are at a very nice restaurant and we are enjoying ourselves. Writing this now, I have lost a lot of the details of my dream, yet I remember what was so interesting about this particular dream. After paying our bill, we go outside and I find that our car has been towed. The anger consumed me, I have been in this position twice in my life and it is a very unpleasant thing to experience. I frantically run around the building to see if I simply forgot where we parked (another thing that has happened to me in waking life), yet the car is nowhere to be found. The emotions are overwhelming, I start to shake. Having to deal with the car being towed after such a nice meal is criminal. I feel the anger pass, slowly, then I wake.