non-lucid

9/15/2013, 10:05-5:50

I got off the computer at 8:25 last night. Didn't meditate, too busy talking with my family. Went to sleep at like 10:05, couldn't fall asleep till 11:00.

Dream 1:

I was in a town, and there was an arena in it. I went into the arena and forgot the rest of what happened. There was also the number 20 somewhere.

Wake-up (3:42):

Got up to go to the bathroom and drink some water. Thought about having an LD and stayed up for 3 minutes till 3:45 (numbers are in order ). Then, I fell asleep around 15 minutes later, and had a "lucid moment". Woke up a few seconds afterwards, probably too excited.

Dream 2:

This one was pretty long. I was in a barn at first. Well, a barn that was somehow turned into a bar. I saw these four suspicious people. They were all fat; really fat. One was an Indian guy, another was African-American guy. There was also a fat white woman, and a fat white guy with glasses. They were all staring at me and talking to each other.

So I left the bar and met my dad. We went to someone's house (a redneck-ish person) that looked EXACTLY like mine! Dad and I stayed there for a few hours, talking with the guy. There was also this cute curly blond daughter the guy had. I think I talked to her. All was well when, eventually, I saw the four fat people again! They were on the back deck of the house. My dad and the redneck guy were in the living room, talking, while I was with his daughter standing, staring at the 4 trespassers. They tried to quickly open the sliding screen door, but I quickly locked it with every lock there was (which, apparently, was that driving lock thing and three regular door locks on the side, more than it actually has). The 4 people then got angry, and entered the house through a secret door that I NEVER NOTICED before (sarcasm) that somehow went into the basement. I started screaming, "THEY'RE IN THE BASEMENT! THEY'RE IN THE BASEMENT!" Our parents and us quickly got up and went into the master bedroom. The redneck guy was trying to open the gun safe, when the four fat people came into the room, each carrying a pistol.

The Indian guy then started pointing his gun at everyone, along with the white guy. The Indian was talking about something, probably to do with this being a robbery. He pointed his pistol at me, saying, "I'll shoot him!" (or something to that effect) and I then crossed my arms and rolled to the side, thinking he doesn't know where my chest is, if he shot me (lol what the heck was I thinking?). I then realized my arms were crossed and put them behind my back, palm in palm against the wall. My dad then said, "Okay. Let's go sit in the living room and negotiate something." (or, again, something like that) and all the adults left, leaving me and the girl in the bedroom.

I tried to open the gun safe. It had a fairly sharp point at the top, and the top number was 2000! I then saw the girl go into the closet. I asked, "Why you going in there?" She said, "I don't want them finding me when I come back." I then decided to climb in with her. I then got this feeling we were gonna end up making out, and the dream ended.

NORMAL
NON-LUCID
REALITY CHECK POTENTIAL
REFLECTIONS

So I went to bed at i dunno, 1am or something last night! I woke up about one or two hours later, and i was having an awful sleep. NIGHT TERRORS!

1)I felt like I was having 1,000,000 thoughts every second. It was mentally exhausting and I felt like it was never going to end. I would drift in and out of sleep, each time feeling relieved that it was gone, only to realize it was still there. It was as vivid as real life, but as terrifying as a nightmare or a bad trip. I reckon it may be cos I haven't smoked in a week or so.


I was extremely relieved to realize this had all gone after I actually woke up, went to the loo and got back into bed. Honestly one of the worst experiences of my life! The rest of my dreams were nicer :- )

2Tom, Will, Ashley, Charlotte and I were seeing yung lean live in Sweden. It was cloudy but warm, and we were walking across a courtyard area of a primary or secondary school. It looked like England, but I knew it was Sweden somehow. In addition, my mates dont like yung lean much so why we would all travel across Europe to see them I do not know XD It was in a very familiar setting; the school courtyard looked like my secondary school, although at the same time it looked nothing like it, same goes to the church. We'd been there previously to see Yung Lean, hense why I recognized it. It's great that you can get nostalgic or vaguely recognize something existing only in the dream world There was also a grand piano next to a grunden, which in particular looked similar to my secondary school. Inside the church, it was suitably light. We were all sat on plastic blue chairs. I remember hearing them playing Ginseng Strip 2002, and it was excellent. They did the usual dances, it was more chilled out though than their online performances. More like the Hurt video performance. Mum was sat with my Nan a few meters to the right of me, and Mum thought it was funny.

3) I was in Tom. R's living room with Latham. C, Luke.Y and Harry.H. It was late, must have been about midnight. It was light in the room but very dark outside. I was getting bored and was ready to leave, but I wanted to stay at the same time as someone had weed and I wanted to smoke up big time. I decided to bare with it for a while, and asked Latham over politely if I could blag a lift off of him later on in the night. He said that was fine, but started to get ready to leave. I didn't want to leave anymore as I knew they'd be smoking up soon, but I didn't want to be rude as he was going out of his way to drop me home. Harry. H had been meaning to drive home too, but claims he accidentally ended up getting really stoned which was a problem as he wanted to drive home. In the car with Latham it was dark other than the red lights of his dashboard. It was awkward and naff as I didn't want to leave but I appreciated his effort, and he wasn't going home - literally dropping my home then returning to Tom's! Latham didn't have a clue where I lived which was kind of a kick in the teeth, as we were best friends as children and were always round each others houses. When I explained to him where I lived, he mocked me as it was only a 10-15 minute walk away, calling me lazy. This was true, but I didn't really care. Tom's house had moved - it was now where Ollie.P used to live! When I got home, I sat on the sofa with my Dad. Everything was cool with him. The setting suddenly changed from the familiar living room to an unfamiliar, grey, but welcoming doctors surgery during the day. I feel like this may have been a completely separate dream. We were still sat on the sofa, and the television was still in front of us, but it was higher up on a wall bracket now. We were watching some sort of weird, Japanese advert for stopping racism. I said it was so dated, but my Dad just said it simply wasn't my cup of tea. It was my cup of tea though! The people were in some sort of large metal tank, much like a boiler, and it had a modified robot brain inside it. After a while, Dad said to me, "I hate to ask this, and I know it's boring. I know you quit the fags, but what about other stuff? Like weed?" There was a long pause here whilst I tried to figure out something to say. Normally I would just deny it, but something felt quite casual and honest about this experience, even though I knew it wasn't. I was going to tell him that I just smoke occasionally, which is true, and that I can turn a joint down these days...not so true The pause made it extremely awkward and obvious. My mum said something, but I didn't hear it, so to speak. It was like sound inside my mind, saying "Everytime Tracey and I walk past you she asks 'Is that smell what I think it is?' and I can't just keep lying to her!".

4) Luke A, Liam C and Gary. P were all very stoned inside one of their bedrooms. It was a small room, and very dark. The haziness of the hotboxed smoke made it even darker, making the view of them almost grainy. Luke A had been told to put some very large headphones on, and was listening to something.

5) Bryn had invited Tom, Will, the girls and I round his house for a smoke up. I was in the back of my parents car on the way home from somewhere. It was a nice day - sunny and warm, with a few clouds here and there. I knew I wanted to go to Bryn's and so did my parents, but they drove straight past his house as they wanted to go home first, for some reason. This was annoying, as it would mean we would have to make another trip, and I didn't see the logic in it. When we got home and I was in my living room, my parents decided they didn't want to drive me to Bryn's. No particular reason, just didn't want to! This meant I had to walk - LONG! I realized that if I ran I could probably be there in 15 minutes. Bryn, Will and Tom and maybe the girls were already there, in a room I'd never seen before. I was hoping they'd not start smoking before I arrived. Bryn claimed his bud was extremely potent, but he had very little of it.

6) I was at my local Green with my manager Lynsey's daughter Emily. It was about 7pm on a summers evening, and the weather was beautiful! It was still quite light, with the light glimmering through the trees. Lynsey's car pulled up by the back bench, so Emily and I walked towards the black large car. I went to Lynsey's side of the car - she was driving, and she had her window winded down. She recently had a miscarriage, and this was the first time I'd seen her since, but she looked well. I found it strange that she was driving and not her husband, who was in the passenger seat.

I was in bed with Kayley, at a unknown house.

A group of ladies were about to arrive to stay the night. As they arrived, Kayley said that she would go. There was about 4 to 5 girls. As the entered the bedroom, they seemed to be disappointed, as If I wasn't what they expected. I was chatting with them all, trying to make everyone feel comfortable. I was keen on one of the girls and tried to work some game on her.

We were all sleeping, and I rolled over towards the girl I was keen on earlier, and put my hand on top of hers. She smiles at me. I noticed I had winter gloves on my hand. She moved her body a little closer to me, and giving me the all clear to make a move. She lifted her neck and I went in to kiss and suck on her neck. I think I stopped sucking or she moved away, but I felt the sucking sensation even though I had stopped sucking on her neck. She said to me that I was a genius for working my game on her. We both rolled back over and went to sleep.

Still in bed, I could hear a voice getting called out. I think it was Ben (Big brother contestant). Ben, Ben, Ben, I could hear in the room. I asked who was saying that. I thought it was funny considering it was him saying it.


Ben - Big Brother

I was at my old house in Blacksland. I was sitting on the couch in the lounge room. Sitting next to me was a celebrity named Dannii Minogue.

Some other celebrity mentioned that Dannii was a throw back, as a joke. I asked them what did you mean by throw back? Dannii or the other celebrity told me that a throw back was someone who quits something. Dannii took the joke to heart and didn't feel too good about it.

The whole dream felt like it was a TV logie night (TV award show).

Dream 1(fragment):

There was something about a castle.

Dream 2(fragments):

Was playing spiral knights and there was something about shadow lair run and selling armors.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was in some weird jungles with some group, one of us ventured forward and later we had to catch up to him, part of the way we were going on the top of the trees and also there were friendly dinosaurs that were helping us and i could talk with them.

Dream Fragment 1:
On a huge wall with two other people. We're outdoors and on one side of the wall is a huge robot sentry. We walk along the top of the wall to a sort of portal, and go in, and are then in a small room with a tomb lying center in the room. The tomb was labeled King Arthur and someone was trying to steal from the room.

Dream 2:
I was in a small hallway as a ladder or gaurding a ladder. Feel envious of the Soldiers that keep running by. End up leaving and sneaking behind and following soldiers through a huge complex. We arrive at a set of blast doors and we all dart through as they close behind us. On the other side is a bunch of gun fighting,. Theres already a few soldiers in position and we join em. Female soldier beside me is shouting orders and hands me a pistol. I'm trying to stay in cover, while the rest are brazenly standing and returning fire down the corridor.

Eventually gun shots stop and it we are still alive. The blast doors behind us open and everyones cheering. Then an explosion happens down the corridor and hundreds of zombies come rushing through. There's shouts from the soldiers to seal the room, but it's too late. The zombies rush through the meger defences and out into the large complex. I'm in a side room viewing this when one comes in with me. The floor starts falling away so i jump and grab onto piping in the overhead. The zombie does as well, and then lunges for me, and i wake up.

Saturday, 9/14/13

Last night bed 12 ish - 8:40am

DR- I'm walking with my brother through some Baltic city. Tallin or Riga. We just got off a train and we have a few hours before train continues. We are on our way back to the train, when we look up, and there is this huge, beautifull tower. It's black and gray, it's many sectiones are rather squarish than round. The differ in sizes. Like if you build a tower from blocks and you alternate smaller and larger ones.

So we look at it and we see an entrance at the bottom. Like a visitor center. We debate whether we have enough time to buy the tickets, wait in line, take the elevator to to observation deck and still make it on time to the train.

We walk to the entrance through the empty, gray concrete parking lot or plazza. There are doors leading to the elevators for those who already have tickets. So we debate if we should buy tickets off-site, instead of waiting in line at the ticket booth in the tower. We walk through the corridors and through glass doors. We never make it anywhere, though.

The order of events in this dream were a bit confusing.

I’m in ‘my room’ with mom looking at an article in a paper. It’s about The Lord of the Rings. I see two little pictures in circle shapes of Dominic Monaghan and Billy Boyd with ‘DomDom’ written underneath.

Mom is drawing a line down 3/4 of a page and ripping it out of a book. I say something (to dad?) about not being able to put it up on PaperBackSwap now.

I’m eating a red popsicle. Something about Dino from Katekyo Hitman Reborn!…

Dad comes to get a book from me. I get upset.

Mom (wherever she is) says something like “I told you that we weren’t keeping it!”

It turns into a screaming match.

“Fuck you!”

Me: “I hate you!”

Mom: I hate you too!”

Me: “Fine!”

I spit out the popsicle piece in my mouth and throw it at the open crack in the door at mom.

I start packing my bags to leave.

Notes: Woke up 30 minutes early. I really hate dreams like this, they linger on in RL. @_@ I guess ‘screaming matches with mom’ may as well be a dream sign by now. At times like these I feel lucky that I rarely actually experience the emotions in the dream.

I'm walking up the steps to a graveyard. I'm a teenager or young man who lives and/or works in a temple or shrine or similar attached to this graveyard. In the previous dream scene I'd been talking to friends at the foot of the stairs to the temple about hard times their families had been through, and I'd been thinking that I couldn't really relate, my family never having been through anything like that, and I'd removed myself from the conversation - but now I'm thinking about the hard things in my life I couldn't tell them, specifically I'm thinking about an old man buried here whose death I couldn't tell them about. I float over to his grave.

But there's a guy here waiting for me. He attacks me - though I just float away from that - while blaming me for causing that man's death by convincing him to expose us to the media. He'd been one of something secret, supernatural or not quite human. But it wasn't like that - I hadn't been the one to convince him at all, and I'm frustrated by this mistaken rumor; it had been some pretty girl who'd talked him into it, I'd been completely against it, and I'd hated that he could throw away a lifelong belief in secrecy so quickly.

I'm sitting outside what looks like a very small cave entrance, too small for a person to get through, and I'm talking with several very small spirits, and a much larger, much older one in the cave. We're having a disagreement about a course of action, and finally the spirit inside the cave decides to force the issue by possessing me and taking control of my body. In doing so, he forces out the much smaller, relatively harmless spirit that usually possesses me, and it's quite shocked by this; it tries to get back in, but there's this glowing blue crescent on my forehead, like a closed eye, which acts like a lock.

I'm standing on a city street near a warehouse, surrounded by government vehicles, and talking to my boss, who works for the FBI. He wants me to see what's going on inside the warehouse, but I can't do that. I'm tired. The thing possessing me doesn't understand why this is an issue, takes over and answers easily - his answer has something to do with drugs - he speaks using his own accent, very different from mine, some variety of English, but if the boss notices he chooses to ignore it.

All I remember was that I transformed (on purpose) into a green man. That is, I was about seven feet tall, and was basically like a tree ent from LOTR. My hair was like willow branches, my arms and legs long spindly and covered in bark. I walked around producing various fruits from my fingertips. I could produce whatever fruit or nut I could imagine, and simply gave them away freely.

After that I think I read some comic books.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1:

I was on skype and i was talking to SilentEternity and PN, i've noticed that their skype avatars were set to dragon pics for some reason and skype group name was changed, and their avatars were changed on some forums as well. We continued talk and them everyone went offline, i went to do some stuff around home then as i get back to PC i see SilentEternity, but he was acting like completely different person now, he changes his nick to "'Dragons In Dragons" and i briefly see something on the roof of one of houses outside(And after recalling i realize that it was a dragon), we continue talk and he mentions that he's indeed someone different, and that i should know him. Then i wake up.

Dream 2:

I am at home and suddenly family members walk into my room and say that i am a chimera created by an experiment? I say that they are wrong and they say something about father being a dolphin, i say that they are still wrong and that i am a dragon, then they add that mother is a dragon... And then that i will be able to see her soon, but that firstly i must come with them for something, i refuse to go with them and everything fades.
I wake up as somebody is throwing some pillows at me and leaves the room, i look at my hand and it is weird, i am dreaming. I get up, shift to quadruped stance and go towards balcony, which is open, then i fly with my wings. It's night and there are lots of small houses and some temples around, i notice a few golden dragon statues. I fly around a bit, looking around, shortly the outside becomes a 'room' again. I fly more and use walls to quickly change direction of flight, i notice a few rare black scales on my hands and my feeling of wings gets very vivid. I fly around some more then i wake up.

I fell asleep after 2 AM.

One dream:

> I saw XTC - Andy Partridge, Colin Moulding, David Gregory and Terry Chambers - Play "Towers of London" In front of me. First they shot a video outside by a river of them miming playing it, Then they shot video or audio inside while playing it. However, It sounded different and more like friend Mark's playing of the Mrs. Robinson song. I caused the video to be a little shaky when I moved the cameras (They were mounted on a moving log or the band was). I thought of this as I moved along a river.

> Les Claypool came to mind for some reason along with a well in a corner in a house where (In waking life as of 9-13-2013) a computer was. A manual water hand-pump was there. I also did something and woke up.

09-13-2013 -- [Not sure if this was one dream, or two dreams that kind of flowed together, but since I can't tell, I am posting it as one.]

I'm at Peter Marshall, trying to visit my old teachers, when I find myself in an argument with a principal or administrator who looks just like John Laurenitis (wrestling personality). He wants me off school grounds and is making a big fuss about it, and being a real jerk, so I somehow kind of move through space until I am standing across the street from the back gate of the school.

He slowly makes his way out there, and starts to laugh at me because I was in such a hurry to get away from him, I left my black backpack at the school, and he is enjoying rubbing my face in the fact that he doesn't ever plan to let me have it back. Of course, that's about the time that a sort of a cross between a bus and a mobile home pulls up, and the driver (who is kind of a cross between a bus driver and a janitor, and looks like Chi McBride) opens the door and tosses me my backpack, explaining he thought I might want this.

I thank him, and the principal rants and raves a bit, then decides to get his revenge about talking me up as some sort of child molester or something, as if it is for the little kids that I stop by to visit, rather than to see the teachers I knew when I went to school there. Unfortunately, a lot of the parents who live in the area believe him, and start to make my life hell. Including one of the people living on the street ... Anne.

So the parents are berating me and warning their kids to stay away from me, and I hurry down the street, trying to find some place to hide and relax. I jump a fence or a hedge or something, and find a cross between a side yard and a car port to try and hide in, and I seem to be mostly out of sight, but unfortunately I am right next door to Anne's, and the house that I am at is owned by a lady who is actually crazy, so I am really not at the best place, facing off with some nut case.

Meanwhile, I have had lots of dreams in this area over the years, and in one of them, I was helping to protect this little kid who was being abused by one of the adults in his life, and listening to the people around him starting to talk bad about me, he refuses to join in, refuses to avoid me, and since the adult has started to abuse him again, he is actually trying to run away to go with me. I am wearing a long beige trench coat (fully clothed underneath ... I am not a child molester even in my dreams) and as he runs up to me and hides within my coat, many of the parents begin to realize that what they've been told is nonsense, and they start to know I'm an OK guy.

The crazy woman turns out to be his mother, and she is not the one that is abusing him, but she is messed up enough that she doesn't know how to protect him, and may not even realize he needs protection. But whoever is abusing him is now coming for him, so I gather him up in my arms, still kind of wrapped in the trench coat, and start to hurry down the street. I walk fast down Nancita to Greenleaf, then up a block to Aurora and start heading back the other way, but things are kind of shifting as they do in a dream.

This is where one dream may have ended, and another may have begun, but if so, it all still seems kind of tied together. The street has turned into a sort of hotel corridor, and I find we're running around in this hotel dodging people, trying to keep the kid safe ... yet at the same time I am by myself somewhere where Chyanne and Joel live. Somehow I have been kind of hiding in a bedroom, and I seem to have been masturbating or something, but somehow this has left an odd sort of 'aura' to the room, where now anybody who walks into it will also have to masturbate. Strange.

Anyway, soon that is gone, and I am back in this hotel, and the crazy lady who was a brunette is kind of turning blonde, and we're now looking for her kid while trying to avoid the ever-more-frightening guy who is chasing them, and he is turning into some sort of an evil villain who should be dead, but his spirit has been possessing people or something. For some reason he really, really wants to possess the kid, so we're trying to keep him away from him.

It's a little bit of a chase dream, running up and down stairways and in and out of doorways, and more and more people are getting involved. The blonde is becoming Ali Larter, which may not be completely surprising, as the evil guy who wants to possess the kid looks like David Anders (Adam Monroe in Heroes.) More and more people are getting involved, and somehow I get separated from the group for a bit, as they are forced to ride a deadly roller coaster that I can hear roaring about overhead, as I find myself at the entrance to a shopping mall, where I am just kind of waiting and trying to keep an eye out for them.

Soon we are back together, and a police woman or something of the sort (a woman in charge of things wherever we are) is leading us to a room where we are supposed to meet with and kill the bad guy, which will only require a touch to a wound on his arm. Nobody wants to do it, and I finally say I will do it, to protect the kid and everybody else, but with the whole possession thing, I am worried that somehow it will open me up to being the one who is possessed.

But as we approach the door that we are to open and enter, I notice that the blonde is acting more and more strange, and not herself, and I begin to wonder if it might have already happened, and he might have possessed her, and leave us to dispose of the evidence of his previous body. So I have to grab and trap her, as well as trying to stop everybody else.

Things get a little hectic, and everyone is running every which way. The blonde was possessed, but he fled from her. Meanwhile, the body which used to be his is now free, and is a low level crook who ought to be stopped, but he isn't dangerous enough to be really important. The real evil has been destroyed, so the main villain has been defeated.

I chase the body he used to inhabit into a small snow-covered courtyard, where he bolts for a very small door (about normal height, but only about eight inches wide, like a tiny door to a cupboard or something), which he locks behind him, and he has managed to make his escape.

Meanwhile, the no-longer-possessed blonde was left laying unconscious in the building, and everybody else has kind of walked off. I am upset about the guy getting away, worried about the kid, and kind of horny, and I decide now that she is no longer possessed, a little sex might help make up for a kind of a bad day.

I walk back into the room where she was, and she is no longer laying there, so I have to search for her. I find her hiding, and pull her out. I push her down onto a table and start to undress her, planning to have my way with her, but she is turning into a cat, and I find myself putting her in a decent sized box with another cat, and also adding a long strip of cat litter, about four-by-eight inches, that is somehow holding together, as I prepare to take them somewhere.

Posted in case I edit something in later.

*EDIT* I did remember something.

I think this was on September 12; I dreamed of something regarding Dr Whooves. There was discussion about the character as if I was awake and I was in a room resembling the (once-a-workshop) room my Father had in the house we lived in before we moved.

1. I’m in a building (store?) looking for someone. When I find her, I realize the woman has dyed her (poofy) hair blond (it was red before). Apparently it was to match someone/thing.

In this room, there’s a cute little wild kitten. Maybe a guy too?

2. At my cousin Davon’s house. There two bugs, one tiny one (like a gnat) and a bigger one, we’re supposed to be taking care of them for something, and I’m carefully walking to somewhere with them on my hand.

Notes: I did well waking up enough to type stuff up! And I had more dreams than I have in a bit, so that was nice.