non-lucid

India
Coming home with om on scooter. I had an antique air gun ( http://media.liveauctiongroup.net/i/...CCCA035673A750 ). I accidentally pointed it at some lady and almost fired. Then, we reached home. I saw Whiskey going to his and he had GTA V. I told him to bring it over to pay, and he said I must pay for petrol first (--___--). Then, I went out with dad again to go to pharmacy. I put a atick on sidewaly so I can shoot the target. Then, we go in, dad gets some pills, I get Harde. Then, the shopkeeper said something about the owner being abroad. Me and dad come back and someone moved my stick

Dream fragment- buried in some place alive, My follower/ partner digs me up. Something about a king.

In Ms. Aldred's math class, peer tutoring. It was very dark, and classroom resembled Mr. Donald's, only sideways and on 2nd floor. Then, she was talking about triangles where two sides meet at an infinity and we had to draw a diagram. I messed it up, and she explained me (with a dinasour skeleton model) how I had an extra side. Then, there was some shouting, and Ms. Aldred picked up the phone as she looked out of the window. I picked up the line so I could hear what she was saying. She said "There is a loan shark out there, call security". I asked her what that was all about and she said that some poor guy out there was deep in with some local loan sharks.
THE END

i was in na war with colin and in the desert killing people. also wen through a long briefing. got in a fight with my dad.a loved on the third floor with room mate type kids playing some rugby team

I had this dream sometime in the last year or so.

My friend and I were walking down the street when suddenly I noticed Johnny Depp standing up ahead. My friend is completely in love with him so I told her I would go say hi and see if he would talk to her for a bit. I walk up to him and said "Hey, I noticed you were Johnny Depp and I was wondering if you could talk to..." While I was talking he started to walk away, so I started to follow him. "Excuse me, I just wanted you to say hi to my friend. It's not like I want you to sign her or anything like that. What is up with you??" All through my talking he had continued to walk away faster and faster while looking back at me over and over until finally he stopped and said "What!" I stopped and looked at him before repeating myself. He said "Ok, fine. But before I do I want you two to follow me to my house." We looked at each other and did as he asked. We followed him all the way to this red brick, square building and proceeded to follow him up these black, metal stairs like the ones you see on the side of buildings, except these were the way to get in and not the fire escape. He stopped at a door and we followed him inside. The room was dark with dark walls and in the center of the room was a huge, rectangular, solid, wooden table. Behind the chair that was at the head of the table was an odd, circular contracption. The chair itself was one of those big, elaborate, fancy chairs. There were also three other people in the room, all sitting on the left side of the table. The only thing I remember about them is one of them was skinny and ratty looking. Me, my best friend, and somehow my brother who had joined us at some point, all sat on the other side of the table. Johnny sat in the big chair and started talking about some strange ritual stuff, then started chanting when suddenly tons of ghouls and evil, devilish creatures starting pouring out of the odd contraption, which turns out to be a portal. Over the noise I hear Johnny say "There are different stages. The last one alive wins!" The room then changed red and a group of one of the creatures started to attack us. The skinny ratty guy was the first to die. I'm not sure how, I think he was just attacked to death. The room would change colors and every time it did a different type of creature would attack us. I remember running around the room amidst the chaos trying to survive. Ever now and then I would see Johnny sitting in his chair watching the events, completely unharmed and calm. Eventually the three other guys were all dead and it was just my brother, best friend, and I left. My brother was fighting the creatures off and my friend was avoiding them like me. The room had gone almost black and Johnny was saying something I can't remember, then I woke up.

I honestly cannot remember where I was when I had this dream or when I had it but It will definitely be one of the most remembered.

I felt hungry and decided to find a place to eat, so I got on a bus that I wasn't sure where it would take me. After a while I realized how far out i'd came and just decided to keep on going, I came across an area which reminded me of a place in my past dream that I didn't know of IRL. It was a rough area (impression from the past dream) and I wanted to avoid it, and it seemed like the bus may be heading to that place. After a while I realized that it wasn't and this place didn't seem all that bad. I saw someone near a bench on a green kicking a ball about that I recognized, turns out it was someone I knew and i'm not even sure if he looked at me but I remember him saying something about meeting me outside the bus or something like that. This was good because I was pretty much lost, I got off and spoke to him and then I'm pretty sure I woke up. I had this sort of feeling just before waking up, it felt like my eyes were open and it was bright. I'm not too sure how to describe it and I don't remember experiencing this before while waking up from a dream, its possible that it was just the dream but it didn't feel like it, it's very hard to explain but it was a sort of happy feeling combined with nothingness.

2nd dream - Emotional Crisis

I was standing on a road with my 2 other people, i'm not exactly sure what we was doing but I remember her just starting to shout at me really loudly. It seems I only remember different parts to this dream. I then ended up in some sort of locker room and I don't remember this exactly but I was talking to someone and he was telling me about acting out something without actually doing it in the mind, I then remember a large number of people like 72 for some odd reason. I was looking at the book on Jnana Yoga and it turns out that the thing this person was talking about was on here, but in more technical terms. It was something about acting something out but it doesn't actually happen, it's a bit confusing. I was then back at my school in the hall and we were all in a weird formation for sitting down on chairs, some people were sitting in a straight line whilst some were just facing different directions, including me. I was talking to some people near me when they decided to turn round. The person that was shouting at me got up and came over to me and asking me if I was alright, I noticed a girl I knew and she was trying to tell me something, I think it was something like don't.. idk. I got up saying I cba for this and picked up my things and walked out, I was walking around the school and ended up in what looked like an art room, a class was in there but I continued to stroll in, I came across this person who I remember from school who intentionally moved his chair back to block me so I couldn't walk past, I pushed him off his chair and walked off feeling no remorse. I was back at home and walked into the living room and saw 2 people, one of them the person who shouted at me, she was talking normally then started shouting and getting really emotional.

I was in a hotel with some ladies, and a couple guys. One of the ladies looked very familiar, I think it was Sophie from the show Geordie Shore.

We were all getting our asses cleaned or bleached by some lady. We were all laughing at the fact that we just had our soapy looking asses. I mentioned a movie called Magic Mike, and I looked at Sophie and said ''You must be turned on by machine gun mike, and so am I, because we both had soapy asses, which looked like a lot of cum'' No homo lol. We all had a great laugh over it.

I went to get up and noticed that I left a little poo streak mark on the bed sheets (who would've thought, having my ass cleaned and all lol).

I went into the other room and noticed a friend (maybe emre) under the blankets. He looked a little suspicious, and thought maybe I walked in on him having a wank (he had the tent set up).

I returned back to the room where the ladies were, and was shocked by what the cleaning lady was doing. She was sniffing my poo stain that I had left on the blanket, and she was really getting into the sniff of it. It was like she had some kind of fetish for it.. she was like a dog with a bone, and wouldn't let up from her hardcore sniffing.

I was in some kind of hole, and was waiting for someone to walk passed, so I could take them down secretly. I ended up poking them as they walked passed. They started to hit back at me, so we both kept trying to hit one another.

I remember this was a long dream. I remember there were several rounds of it, and it was kind of repetitive but not exact repetition. It was all about me loosing my sons over and over again. It was always either entirely or at least partially my fault, and sometimes also someone else's.

I don't remember all rounds, but in the last iteration the boys were playing somewhere in a grassy area of a city street, and my car was parked nearby with the motor running and key in ignition. A woman who in my dream was the mother of some friends of my kids, but in reality is an unknown, she started chatting with me, and she then went behind the wheel of my car and I got in the passenger seat, and she suggested that we go for a short ride while we chat, and leave the kids here, but come back to them, and I agreed. After we had been driving for a while, she realized she could not easily drive back - I think it was because of one way streets that prevented us from driving back the way we came, and the streets were not in a straight grid like many streets around where I actually live, but they were more curved and complex, more like the streets of old European cities. So in my dream the woman abandoned me or just disappeared. I abandoned my car, and started walking back to find my sons. It took a long time. Eventually I found them. They looked worse for wear, a bit dirty and dischevled, like they had been living on the street for a while. They were delighted to see me, and I them. And just when I found them, my husband found all of us to. I had no idea how he found us because I had not contacted him, and he had no way of knowing that the boys had been missing nor where we were. I had the sense that my husband was reproachful about my loosing our kids, and he had every right to be, because it was my fault.

This dream is reminiscent of a few previous dreams of mine, in which I am also lost, also with a car, and my husband in at least one of them also finds me, and I don't know how. And I also have feelings of guilt in at least one of them.

I was at Dean W's house, which was a massive mansion. I was viewing the whole mansion in 3rd person from great heights, everything looked amazing.

I noticed that Dean's son was showing a lot of hate towards Dean, and want to be with his mum (assuming the parents were broken up). Son was holding up a sign, saying something on the lines of loving his mother more than his dad.

I noticed Dean had an overgrown beard, and I think he was a professional tennis player, which is why he was in a very huge mansion.

A cubby house, and an elevator, I partly remember.

I was going to do a thing where I update my dream journal every day with the dream I had when I last slept, but seeing as how my most recent dream is being difficult in remembering, I decided I would update with a memorable dream that deeply affected me when I had it. I had this dream about 4 months ago, and it was really odd, so bare with me here.

I dreamed I had become pregnant, and thanks to a new technology that makes pregnancy easier, my pregnancy was made easy. When I first became pregnant I had to put on a fake pregnant belly, and after wearing it for a few hours the baby was transported into the fake pregnant belly and almost instantly became the size of a normal baby, and came out of the pregnant belly to be taken care of. The baby is still, however, considered to be developing and when asked how old she was I had to answer 1st trimester, 2nd trimester, ect until the day she was susposed to have been born, and until that time the baby didnt really do anything but lay there in her carrier and wouldnt start growing until her susposed birthday. Well, up until she was in the second trimester I carried her around and showed everyone. My mom had her one week and my friend had her a few days. Then, in her second trimester, she talked to me and said "Goodbye mom" over and over, and looked as if she was falling asleep, but I knew she was dying. I kept gently shaking her and repeating "no" over and over, and amazingly I managed to keep her eyes open until I was able to fill a bottle with apple juice and start feeding her. It took her a minuet, but she finally started drinking and fully recovered. She then started to grow so I went over to my parents to try and get some milk for her instead of apple juice, but they didnt have any baby milk so I went to the store with my mom and walked around looking for the milk, for what seemed like forever, until I was able to get some and went back home with her. In the time It took me to get to my parents house, to the store, buy some milk, and get home, my daughter had grown to the point where she could walk and had longer hair. I'd say she looked about 4 years old even though all this happened in the same day. When I unlocking my door I woke up.

At first I was confused, but then it struck me about the similarities. If sad, real, things involving babies saddens you or disturbs you then don't read on.

Spoiler for :

On November 2011 I went into an early labor in my second trimester, and my daughter was still born. In the dream, it was in her second trimester that my baby almost died, then when I saved her she started to grow like how she would after her supposed birth date, which means the baby in my dream was supposed to be born in her second trimester. The only difference is in my dream I was able to save her.

I think this dream is connected to this event and trying to tell me something. I plan on looking more into this eventually.

I was sooo close to getting lucid last night, I can kick myself. In this dream, I actually performed a reality check! Problem is, it passed! AND, unlike IRL, I did not perform a backup RC, so I just went along my merry little way.



August 15, 8:00 am

I was so close to lucidity! I'm in the house it is afternoon. I've been doing something outside...shoveling snow, that's what it was--lots, and lots, and lots of snow! I finally finish, and come inside. My parents are about to leave somewhere, and they ask me to clean the refrigerator for them while they are gone. I then tell them, laughing as I say it, now would be a good time for me to do a reality check. I then haphazardly press my fingers into my palm, but without really looking at my hands. My fingers don't go through, so I don't become lucid (My hands felt solid, and for some dang reason, I DID NOT FOLLOW THROUGH with another RC--which is odd because I ALWAYS do at least 2-3 RCs every time. Dangit). I'm pretty sure there is more to the dream than this, but I can't remember what else happened after this point.

3rd person. Some centuries ago this guy's life was ruined by getting mixed up with a demonic creature using the name Elinar, which looks vaguely like a rabbit. (Or possibly Elihar. Can't read my own writing.) Now he's working together with a witch, and when he visits her in her workshop for the first time, he finds Elinar there, serving as her familiar. Up until this moment neither he nor the witch had been aware of the other's connection to Elinar, and now a lot of the 'coincidences' that led them to work together are starting to look suspicious.

Fragments from earlier: A woman pretending to be blind is followed by men in black suits, who aren't aware she can see them. A musician reminisces about the time about a hundred years ago when he'd played for a town that had never heard of alcohol, and found the place surprisingly refreshing.

Not much of recall, mainly because some construction workers or w/e decided to make some really loud noises outside as i was waking up.

Dream 1(fragment):

Was talking to someone about dreaming stuff and recall.

Dream 2(fragment):

Was playing spiral knights.

1: A small fragment at my friends house. 2: A dream about getting drunk at a party in a big house. 3: A dream about weed, a trumpet bong and a homeless dealer. 4: A dream about me working in a mobile library.

• I am with two good old teenage friends of mine. The dream is not about back then, when we were younger, but we are as we are today. The front door of my friends house reminds me of an apartment that we had lived in earlier in my childhood. It is very neat and clean inside. We have a big hangover and we talk about the previous night, where we drank a lot of alcohol. One of my friends talks about how much money he spend that night.
  
  The house was purely dream fiction, but it had some interesting familiar features. We often used to hang out together on hangover days back in my teenage days.
  
  
• I drive a big black car. It feels new and comfortable, some good old friends are with me and some other friends follow us in the little blue car of my grandmother. We drive down a small curvy road through a forest.
  
  There is a parking area down in the valley and I decide to stop, because we are looking for a nice place to rest and to do our barbecue and camping, we have everything we need in the trunks of the cars.
  
  My friends from my grandmothers car seem upset, they say this is not a nice place to stay, they want to go further. But one of them had spotted a big party as we were driving on the hill, so we decide to leave the cars for now and take a look. So we walk upwards again on the small curvy road through the forest, where we came from. The walk is about 1 km and we take our time, we are not in a hurry at all, it feels like we all have summer holidays and this is our big vacation together or something like that.
  
  We finally get there and there is indeed a big house with music and a lot of people. Somehow they are of course strangers, but it feels like we are all friends and we are definitely welcome at the party. We start drinking a lot of alcohol, the party is held throughout the whole house including the second floor and the garden, there are people everywhere.
  
  At a later point we are all drunk and I gather my friends to tell them that I need to go down to the cars to get something. None of them wants to join me, they laugh and are clearly drunk and so am I. I think 'f*** it, I'll just go by myself'.
  
  I try to figure out where we came from, so I walk around the house. I almost choose a wrong path, which leads to some fields with high grass. Suddenly I remember it, and I turn around and walk across the street and towards the small curvy road through the forest that leads to the cars in the valley. As I'm walking, I think that time moves so fast when I am that drunk, while it is slowed down, when using weed.
  
  The big black car was cool. The dream had a nice summer holiday feeling with the good company of friends instead of the everyday worries. It is astonishing how well dreams can simulate the state of being drunk or being high. Also, I find it interesting how socially active I am in my dreams, like I was some years ago. Nowadays I choose to be socially more isolated, not that I don't like people, I still love them, but I am just rather by myself at my current stage. My dreams do certainly not reflect that.
  
  
• I am with a group of 10 people around my age. They are a mixture of friends and acquaintances. It is early in the evening and we walk and relax together. We gather on a playground and just hang out and talk.
  
  I have a black friend and we go and sit on a bench at a bus stop. He pulls out his bong, which I know he had for a long time and that he uses it quite regularly. I listen to the familiar sound, as he uses it and at that moment I think to myself, 'funny that I don't smoke anymore, it's been a long time already'.
  
  As I watch him with his bong, it occurs to me that it looks like an old trumpet. He must have somehow build a bong from a trumpet and some dark glass. It looks nice and stable, though. I ask if he cleans it every now and then, because I imagine it must be very hard to clean that thing, it is so unique. I get no response, he just smiles. I find it is a delightful sight and sound to just watch him handling it. And yet I find that I have no urge to start smoking again whatsoever. I am allowed to inspect the trumpet-glass-bong closer. I suck on it (without weed, just for the feel and sound) and I immediately get some water in my mouth, I spit it out and give him back his trumpet bong.
  
  There is a man coming to the playground, he looks old and homeless. The group of friends and acquaintances gather around him and he pulls out a big zip lock bag filled with marijuana. He starts selling nice, green and round buds to everyone. I think, 'wow, what an intelligent disguise for a dealer. A homeless looking old man with a bag of weed, which I estimate to be worth some thousand euros. He is not old and poor, he is smart!'.
  
  I know that I have money in my purse, so I take it out and look at two 5-euro notes. Another close friend of mine takes out 10 euro as well and we decide to buy something, just because it has been so long time since and because we can. We go after the old dealing guy, who is about to leave the playground.
  
  This is MJ calling for me once again. I had many dreams about cannabis when I stopped using it completely more than a month ago, this dream is like the final residue of that. I never had a close black friend, but in my dreams I often do.
  
  
• I am on my walk home. It is daytime in a residential area, but it is totally quiet. Then there is this big bus stopping at every corner and honking and calling for the people living there, but no one ever responds. It is the bookmobile trying to get peoples attention.
  
  I think to myself that I can maybe get a ride home or I could even ask for a job. So I speak to the driver, and surely, I may join. So I walk around in the back of the bus, which is filled with books and neat little reading corners, the mobile library has two floors.
  
  We drive around in the neighborhood and the driver calls the people by their family names, apparently he knows them all. No one ever gets on the bus, which I think is sad, because people don't realize what a great thing they are missing out on. I decide that I will just make the best of my situation and find some interesting books to read, while I'm 'working' here. I am excited, because there is so much variety to choose from.
  
  The bus drives into a grocery store and parks between the shelves filled with canned food. It starts to fold out and to transform into a temporary stationary library section of the grocery store. The shelves start moving as well to make space for the transforming bus. The process does not seem random at all, but very well planned and well-orchestrated.
  
  The driver takes out 10 waffle irons and tells me that I have to make waffles for everyone who visits our mobile library, there should be people coming soon. I am overwhelmed with the whole situation and I find it weird. But on the other hand it is a creative idea, I think. So I begin thinking about how to manage that task. Shouldn't be that hard, I think, there should be cooking books among the books and there should be all the groceries I need somewhere in the store.
  
  A nice, creative surprise by my subconscious.

(I consider for terms of dreams that once the night pops up, That's the next day - Not when midnight pops up.)

(Also, I had been listening to some Mudhoney songs in the few hours prior to sleeping.)

I was dreaming that I was in a locked room with two people and perhaps there was cold and I had trouble communicating with one or both of the people. I tried to make sense to one concerning a religious wall in the room and later when I got out Mark MacLaughlin (AKA "Mark Arm") of the band Mudhoney was there and later we returned a coat I apparently stole months ago to someone's house. I then fell down into the house in a small room and I turned computers on, At which point I tried to turn them off and then since I was about to be discovered by the family I tried to turn myself off with a power button on my stomach (This might be sounding rather bizarre or concerning to me) as if I were a computer.

Later, I think I was trying to talk to Mark (Who looked younger than he does now, BTW) and then he started running away. I ran after him as he ducked under at least two fences trying to avoid me and I still went after him. Then, I went near or to his house and a friend of his who was bald had an ATV which he took in through the back door and he was outside but on the other side of the house - There was another door not far from the back door. I or he asked about Mark and one of us answered the other. Then I saw small onions and containers of Agave syrup.

Later, There was talk among Bronies (As I did spend much time in the Equestria Daily chat room - I use the screen name "Barry_From_Mars" there) and I saw Heartbreak (A fanon Pony) there. (It's not the first time I dreamed of her either.) I said that I ate flies and then I ate a green one and I did taste it too. I do not remember actually eating a fly in waking life!

Then there was running near Natrona Heights, PA as if it were a house and I saw sexual imagery including some black creature on a tree that asked if it could do something. Later when I was thinking of something and saw a push-bottle and thought of m*********** the Pixies song "I Bleed" Played as I was next to my car or was in the garage.

so in my dream i was at this huge river. it was an activity in the land where i was in my dream, an activity that involved riding an animal that seemed to be like a camel under water. i sat on the animal underwater like riding a horse, and the head of the animal popped up. the head looked like a cross between a deer and an ostrich and a camel, and it was the color of a camel. i rode it down a crowded river (there were other ppl riding and in boats and swimming so it was difficult to navigate at times). i finally got to the end where i was to pick up sierra. weirdly enough, i'm not sure i actually saw her in the dream but i know she absolutely loved the sea animal ride that i took her on.

then i was in this huge frat house. it was a beautiful house like you would see in a magazine with a large backyard and pool, but there were bottles and random crap everywhere bc they had a lot of parties there. there were huge frat guys there that i apparently knew. one of them was wearing sunglasses in the house. throughout the house, there were dudes passed out randomly from partying.

me and matt and kiely were on the floor in sleeping bags next to the couch where bryn was watching tv. it was some cartoon that was out of this world. it was like 3d and it was a mish-mash of crazy alien-like images set to techno music. kiely was freaking out bc she thought she was a slut bc of some story she told us about her past. apparently she went into the bathroom with some guy and he said you can have your pants on or off. she chose off. i told her she was just freaking out and shes fine. kiely went to the bathroom, and me and matt wanted to cuddle so we rolled next to the couch so bryn couldnt see. i remember pushing back from the couch so that she couldnt hear either. i remember this part vividly- looking up at the couch from the wood floor and pushing as hard as i could to slide us back. we didn't really get to do anything bc the dream switched or i just dont remember....

i was outside by the pool. there was some huge hammock device. i was told to swing into the hole that the strings created and onto the large tree. i swang like a park swing a bunch of times, back and forth as hard as i could, and i remember yelling things like "i cant do this!! this is so hard!" and laughing.

dream switched again. mom found my computer and freaked the fuck out bc she searched history and apparently i have something to hide. she was screaming and furious and i felt dread and fear. i grabbed the laptop from her, and then started to gather all my shit from the frat house. i had to babysit sierra and i only had 2 hours to get there. before leaving, i went to some drawer and found a bunch of stickers and things and went through them for about 15 min it felt like in order to find sierra some cute things. i picked out pumpkin halloween, barbie ish, stars, and other stickers. i remember their images completely clearly, each sheet of stickers was as real as anything.

i got in my car and raced over to the hymans to see them and then pick up sierra from somewhere. it was the second time we were going to go sea animal riding. i went to the hymans residence, but it was a different house but i knew it was them still. they were nice, but for some reason i couldn't remember their last names and they asked me to find their phone number on my phone just in case of an emergency. for the life of me i couldnt remember their last names, or even first names, and i also couldn't navigate my phone bc it was a whole different interface. they were kind of weirded out by my inability to find them in my phone. they eventually called the sea riding off bc of it, and i felt rejected and tried to change their mind. they tried to distract me by showing me some cat that their friend had created from scratch? it wasn't a real cat it was made from a human. i told them i had heard about it. she said that it did a bunch of tricks. it was a creepy black cat like ricky and its fur was all mangled up like a shitty black haired barbie. it was all contorted and freaky looking. hillary told me she wanted him to do a trick with me. i uncomfortably agreed and the cat came towards me.

idk what happened after that. i did enjoy the sea animal rides and the animal was so cute that i rode with its little head sticking out of the water so cutely.