non-lucid

Thoughts of a friend who I haven't spoken with frequently for almost ten years come to mind. I later went into a home of someone who was not there and I was in the bedroom, A telephone comes to mind and leaving a note as to who I was and why I was there. It wasn't to steal anything and whoever it was, May have come home while I was in there.

Perhaps also I was searching for my friend's house earlier; I do know which town she lives in and which street, But not the exact location and I imagine the street is not directly connected with the main road.

Later, My Father woke me up by calling me and I fell back asleep and dreamed I was driving a car (And I think it was my 80s Caprice Classic) And I hit another car in front of McDonald's and there was a traffic light there which isn't there in waking life. My car was then facing backwards and a police car was at the intersection.

There are some deep (And "Above") Ones here this morning. I do hope you accept them as what they are, For that is what I posted them for.

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Earliest dream I recall now:

I went into the kitchen of my house and the gas stove was on quite heavily, Blowing flames out the front and I didn't turn it off but scooted past it so I'd not be burned. The water-boiling kettle may have been on too. I then went into the basement and my Father said something about a support to the building or that it was removed. Part of the floor had fallen through into the basement and there were no stairs to the second floor in the hallway now; There was a way to get into the first-floor hallway from the basement as well as the second floor, Though. I went to the second floor and there was no stairway to the third floor so my workshops were inaccessible along with the heavy tools.

Notes:

The basement seemed bigger than it is in waking life.

The house as a whole was still standing but it desperately needed repaired.

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Second dream:

I do hope this is OK to post here. I was on a **** site, Sitting at my computer with the curtain open and a thought which was "Perhaps I should close the curtain" came up and I was about to M--------e with a sock - I seriously did not realize I was asleep, Things seemed so real - And then I thought "God said none of that!" And I woke up. (This is the turning point.)

Then, I fell back asleep and the third "Dream" Happened. I'm not so convinced it's actually a dream now.

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So, I was in the "Office" room (On the second floor) and my car was there along with my dog. Later, I went into the hallway and my dog was there too, Laying on a box that may have had CDs in it. We went downstairs and my grandmother was in the kitchen - She died in late June 2012, For you readers who weren't aware - And she asked if I missed her and I said yes then she started talking to me about some things and they're not all recalled now. My Father was also in the kitchen but in hindsight he may have looked younger in the dream. My Mother was also there in the dining room at first (Which was not as clean as it could become - It was cluttered.) and Grandmother said something about Mother's van windshield fogging up and also of "Bad Bacteria" and things that look like food which are actually people. For some reason I then saw hot dogs and not sausages. She turned into my mother later and I think talked some more and I saw some deep green bananas on the kitchen counter and one had a "Medicinal" Sticker on it.

My dog was in the kitchen too and at this point I must admit I was somewhat "Lucid" Yet somewhat not "Lucid". It was as if my vision was not fogged up so much and I could see but I didn't go and start "Controlling the world around me".

Anyway, I went outside or was outside and there was a tall fence around the house. I wonder if I put it there? Anyway, I looked out around and I saw green plants and plains in a lot of places around the house and I said, "There's green everywhere!". As I looked around, I noticed that the house of my next-door-neighbor wasn't there and I was rather sad about that and I looked off into the distance but I don't think another neighbor was there either - And he goes to the same local Church that I've attended, I note - Then, I saw the equivalent of the main road that goes through the town I live in. Some people were going around in white clothes and I thought I'd wave to them and did but I don't think anyone saw me.

Then, I saw a little kid - He may have been about four or five - Standing on the fence in a corner and I thought I'd talk to him. I don't think I did but then a lot of other kids started climbing over the fence and onto it from both sides of it and I looked to see if I could recognize anyone that I recalled off the top of my head, But I didn't. Then, I was a bit confused as someone stuck my fingers in her mouth - And somewhere at about this point, A short-haired girl talked to me and I also looked towards the house and saw some people by a door, One who was sitting - And I don't know where I got a hat from but apparently someone took it off me. I then got off the fence and on the ground and someone took off a sandal I was wearing and my foot may have touched the dead leaves on the ground and I woke up.

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Notes:

- Have you ever woken up and felt as if your vision was cloudy compared to how it was in a dream? I have, And this last dream is similar. With what my Grandmother told me in mind, Possessions also have people's hands tied in with them so how many people do you have "Invited in your room" Now through connections with stuff?

- And years ago I thought that the whole "Heaven and Hell" Thing has something to do with dreams. And, Even in July of last year after my Grandmother had died I'd been having dreams of her and was surprised and relieved that she wasn't dead.

- I changed the title from "My house is a wreck" to "My house was a wreck" on December 14 2013

David Walliams is a comedian in the UK and has appeared on shows like the X Factor for you people who don't know him.


I was on a school trip, in my group was my friend Ryan, this Romanian kid called Darius, and I'm pretty sure there was also a girl but I can't remember.
I can't remember the actual trip itself but we met David Walliams and we went to his hotel/apartment. He was with another person and it might of been Alan Carr but I'm not sure now. We went inside, we sat down and for some reason, David took my shoe and would not give it back, it was strange. We slept over the night and in the morning, David and (Alan)? came downstairs and shown me some boxers, I checked to see if I was wearing mine and thankfully I was (coming to think about it in the morning that sounds like David is a bit of pedophile in this dream). I said to him I already had boxers on and they both laughed. So we left David to go back home from the trip. Strangely the pupils had to get the regular bus. I was in line to get on and this guy for some reason scanned his pound coin, but he dropped it without realising, I thought of taking it but didnt in the end. I went upstairs and there was my friend Sam, with some other people in my year, he started saying he had ADHD but then he changed it to LADH or something, (may have to be doing some research to see if that is real). In my dream I did search it up on the computer I had with me. It came up with something completely different. Finally the bus stopped and out the window I saw a friend I used to go primary school with. I got off the bus but the bus driver closed the door on everyone else and they all got angry, the dream ends with my fellow year 9 classmate called Kevin putting his middle finger up at me, I don't like him much, so I just smile at him as the bus drives away.

Tell me what you guys think about this dream and do you know anything about the thing my friend Sam was talking about LADHD or something?

This might have been a kidnapper dream, or anyway bad guy(s). I don't think I was myself, and I don't think my kids were in it or anyone else I know. I remember an ominous moving structure up on a high rise. It looked kind of like melted plastic, a bit like a huge chain, with large enough holes to put a person in or a body. And it mad moving up and down. I had the impression the bad guy was about to put someone in it. And I wondered whether the melted plastic used to be people.

I'm sitting in Grandma's dining room. Grandma is walking around, passing out and serving things. Grandpa and her are bickering about the wrong hamburger buns being bought, though it doesn't matter because we aren't having hamburgers. As they continue to bicker, I look across the table, from where I'm sitting, at Hannibal. He's sitting quietly with an amused look on his face, watching Grandma and Grandpa. While he watches them, I watch him. I like to look at him. He's very beautiful. My eyes move to his perfectly tailored, midnight blue, three-piece suit. It makes me think I'm under-dressed in my simple t-shirt and jeans. I look back up to his face and notice his eyes on mine. He wears a small, fond smile and I can't help but smile right back, so happy to have his smile directed at me. In an instant, Grandma and Grandpa disappear and a small, disc-like device appears on the table between Hannibal and I. He picks it up and hands it to me. I take it. "This is the only way to find me," he says. "Throw it to the ground and it will give you my address." he watches me as I study the device, rolling it around in my hands. I look back up at him and throw it to the ground. It lights up red and starts beeping. Suddenly we are standing side by side on a balcony over-looking the ocean. There is no artificial light, so the night sky can be seen perfectly. "We'll be alright," Hannibal says, taking my hand in his.

I'm in a classroom full of fish tanks. I notice that each tank has something wrong. Too dirty. Not enough water. They all have one fish in them. I try to help them, but all the fish die. A boy shows up and hands me a blue color pencil. He says I need it more than he does. I thank him and hold the pencil close.

Kim has a laptop, one that I was using for iTunes. An error occurs and a box appears. It's nothing but numbers. There is a space to type. Kim picks up my phone and looks up something. She tries to type it but it doesn't work. I tell her that the program is not meant for that. She gets mad, thinking that I just don't want her using my phone or the laptop.I tell her to think about it like a different language. The program only recognizes numbers. So typing letters won't work. She ignores me and keeps trying to type words. I tell her that she's using the wrong language. I then tell her to imagine a new language, one that we don't understand and it doesn't understand us. She says okay. I ask her what good would it do, talking to someone like that. They can't understand us and we can't understand them. And speaking our language, as if they should understand, does no good. Regardless of the speaking or typing, it simply won't work. She nods her head in understanding.

Julie and I are on Olive Creek St., reading a sign on one of the lamp posts. The sign is fuzzy. We immediately look at each other and know that we have to run home as fast as we can. In my head, before he appears, I see a man. I can't see his face and he's covered from head to toe in black leather. I know he's dangerous and will get us if we don't run. We start running and just as we are about to turn on our street, I look behind me and the bad man is walking behind us. We run faster and make it home. We run into the house and lock the locks and wait. We both look out of the peep hole and we see the man walk past the house.

I went outside to get away from people and felt pain on my right cheek so I messed with it and gobs of thick cottage cheese looking puss squirted out for a good two minutes, I got it everywhere. Then I hear the rv pulling out, and my sister ran up to me and said we took too long and that they left us. Then me and my sister were sitting on the floor with blankets like we were getting ready for a sleepover and we were listening to the radio, it said there was mass ghost hauntings in Minnesota, we were relived briefly until they said it is now in california, I panicked because I knew they'd go after me..(luckily my alarm clock woke me up)

I was driving my dad's car in some urban area. First on an expressway, but later, I got into a more boulevard like area. After awhile I got distracted on my phone and lost control of the car.
The car spun off the road and rolled over into a vacant lot. I knew that I had lost control of the car under my own fault, and it wasn't the accident. So when the cops and my parents showed up at the accident scene a few minutes later, I pretended to be dead so I wouldn't go to jail.

My mom had singed me up to go to some preliminary military school that only lasted for five days. And (enter dream logic) the military school was held in my own bedroom.
I had just woken up on the third day. I had been sick and asleep for the first two days of the school, but now that I was awake, I was expected to be ready for the class.
After I woke up, I was scrambling around my own bedroom with the other students from the class in uniform watching me. I was trying to get my uniform on while being yelled at by the drill instructor.

I was in some subway station, I think in New York. I became lucid somehow. But this wasn't very good lucidity, this was crap lucidity, groggy and not very clear. And that goes for the whole dream. I was lucid, but I sort of had drunken lucidity.
The first thing I can remember after that was Lia was there. She started teaching me something to do with flying in lucid dreams by having me jump between these two platforms in the subway station.
It's a little difficult to describe, but these two platforms were on either side of the train track by the end of the station. (Where the train goes from the station to the more narrow tunnel between stations.) Also, the platforms were quite a bit higher above the train tracks than the station platform.
Anyways, Lia had me fly between the two platforms several times. Eventually the flying power failed. Lia said that it had something to do with the gravity of the dream rather than the powers I was using.
After the power failed, we walked up some stairs into the city. The city had buildings that looked like New York, but it didn't have the feel of being near the water. (Another thing about dreams, I can have a feel for the area even if I don't look at it.) Also, the skyline seemed somewhat sparse. There were only a few tall towers, most of the buildings were very low-lying.
We began walking down the road. I began using voice commands to change the weather. But the problem was whenever I gave a voice command to the weather, it would change to something seemingly random.
For example, If i said the weather should change to rain, I would get snow. If I asked for clear skies, the weather would change to cloudy.
I was trying to get there to be clear skies, because I wanted to experiment with moving the positions of the Sun and Moon in the sky. Eventually I gave up.
I went into some diner and sat down. The diner had the feel of one of those retro kind of diners we rarely see these days. But I didn't sit at the bar, but rather one of the tables on the front side (not all diners have these, only the larger ones.)
The diner had a very dank feel to it. It was dark, and only a few lights were on. I sat down, and a moment later, a faceless waitress gave me a glass of chocolate milk. (my favorite childhood beverage, admittedly, still my favorite beverage.)
Well it wasn't a glass, but rather served to me in some strange thermos container. The lid was a very shallow white plastic cup filled to the brim with chocolate milk. The actual cup was a much deeper chrome cylinder, also filled to the brim.
Given my groggy lucidity, I decided to try and drink the chocolate milk. But I was afraid that since both ends were so full, I used telekinesis to carefully lift the cup up to my mouth and take a sip.
I was able to do this with both the silver cup and the plastic lid, in said order. But after the lid, I had attracted the attention of some other dream characters in the bar who were amazed that I was able to lift the cup with my mind.

27.07.2013

Oneironaut Zero Saves Me (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Listened to a self-hypnosis recording I did with my voice and decided to continue not using WBTB, managed to get a decent lucid. Without even trying, SWEET!!!

Recall is okay, just the normal if I were to actually do a WBTB and have a decent sleeping schedule. It will only get better when I get more into making more audio hypnosis scripts and/or saying them to myself before sleeping at night. I managed to get my tonality and emotion-pouring down with the scripts, which makes the imagination that much easier. Might even make a longer hypnosis script for myself where I'll make a recording and save it for some other purposes.

Imagine being in an underground base where the dominant colors are mostly shades of blue and turquoise. The dream itself repeated some aspects for some odd reason, and it was mostly me checking if the person Oneironaut Zero killed stayed dead. But let's not worry about that right now.

All I can remember as I'm shifting back and forth with third person, first person, and just spectating what's going on over what seemed like watching a movie, I started harboring extreme sensations with adrenaline and fear.

My recall for this has a lot of patches, seeing how there were so many areas I must've traveled in a short span of time. Most of the double doors were electronic and open, and it seems every time I enter some area, I would see to my right side a wired fence shaped into a cube protecting random electronic objects. Like bases or power generators of some sort, and with how things were going, it seemed the building we're in has some kind of invasion of weird creatures, machines, and such occurring.

It seemed I was pretty lucky, not having to deal with all of that, yet. Throughout the dream, I felt sensations occurring within my head, neck, and back region. It was a sort of fuzzing and vibrating feeling, it didn't hurt, but it wasn't something I would want to tolerate for too long. It almost as if my senses were just elevated because of the rush and adrenaline surging through my dream body, that it was a matter of life and death, and all that mattered was getting out before I end up dead.

And as I'm running and dodging without looking back, as if all that was needed was for me to sustain the narrow tunnel vision I had in this dream, Krauser shows up yet again, and his countenance is completely different from the other dreams where he seemed to only show up to scare me, but never had any ambition to kill me.

He extends his left arm, and seems to be ready to facepalm my face straight into the wall behind me, and luckily, there just happened to be someone right behind me that he ends up hitting instead of me. Either he was still trying to scare me, or he just had crappy aim. I waste no time and immediately dashed to the open double doors to the left about 10 feet away from me.

Suddenly, I find myself accidentally tripping, and it's really, really hard to get up.

Great.

JUST GREAT!

While Krauser is trying to get his hand out from the person's head he slammed against the wall, I'm still struggling to get up. I felt like this dream was going to end up being miserable until someone in a blue-black jacket comes in rapidly, and the dream character looks a lot like Oneironaut Zero who's just waiting for a good fight with Krauser.

He indirectly signals me to leave, but I'm still trying to process how he came about. Eventually, I managed to finally get up from the floor, still looking at what Oneironaut has up his sleeve to deal with the Krauser dream character coming after me. And before I managed to get past the same left door that's now to the right of me (since I braced against the wall), Oneironaut Zero goes through some mutation while Krauser does the same.

There seems to be tentacles gradually coming out of the left side of O's face, then some grows behind his back, and after that, I was too afraid to really see the full transformation from both dream characters. I wanted to help, but it seemed O can hold his own, especially since I have no chance against a fully mutated Krauser that probably would end up twice the height of the original.

Now things shift back to me watching the events as if I'm looking at a movie or something. I noticed I started to pick up the pace with running away, but not only that, feeling more agile, flexible, and even ready to do super-human jumping as well. The scene that was previously saturated with a turquoise and blue atmosphere now changes into a mustard-yellow atmosphere.

And things are getting even more hectic as I'm trying to avoid the random machines and other-worldly creatures that are just too hard for me to process their visage and composition because of how I only cared about getting out of this place alive. I still worried about whether or not O would be fine dealing with the Krauser dream character, but I guess some kind of instinct kicked it telling me he'll be just fine.

There's a long metal chain that happens to be one of the few ways to get out of this place, and I immediately jump up to grab onto it. And as I'm slowly taking my time climbing up the metal chain, there seems to be random fighting below me. I noticed Wonder Woman (the Justice League version) seems to be taking pretty hard hits from whatever entities she's fighting. She's being thrown left and right and still while recovering each time to go back fighting full force.

All of this is still occurring while I'm looking at myself and the background scene in spectator mode. It seemed the dream character of me was so fixated on climbing upwards without looking down, and the more I focused wanting to get out, the more intense the fighting is below. I can hear the slashing, clashing, and all the punching sounds along with the grunts, moans, and screaming as well.

I wondered how the hell I got myself into this dream environment, and I'm presuming I finally made it to the top and I'm hopefully free and safe from all the chaos beneath me. My train of thought, or at least me being able to visualize myself starts getting patchy again.

I start seeing a few glimpses of areas I've been before, and I take advantage of this ability to check to see if O was okay. All I saw was Krauser's dead mutated body, so I'm presuming O managed to seal the deal and get out perfectly fine. But I didn't have time to speculate and try to again some assurance that he's alright, seeing how the monsters and machines most likely are tailing me by climbing the long metal chain as well.

From this point, I don't know where in the world I'm headed, all I remember was just jumping off somewhere very high. The dream environment and setting shifts completely now, and that's probably because I forgot what happened in the middle.

That's what I get for not doing a proper WBTB.

Anyway, I'm in a different scene, and my feelings are less anxious and intense, so I'm assuming things are safe now. Imagine me now being within a large and spacious area that resembles a base for small planes and helicopters to traverse. Surrounding me about 400 feet to 2 miles are large garage type buildings, as if I'm near some miltary base.

But it doesn't feel like that, it feels more like some type of training ground for people who want to pilot flying vehicles. And I find myself noticing that I'm waiting in a short line, and I quickly shift my head to the left to see who I'm waiting in line to meet.

I noticed there's a lady that looks like she's in he 30s, she has bowl cut hairstyle that's orange-red with a slight shade of black near the front regions before stopping to the side of her face. She's wearing a classic secretary black dress shirt and skirt that's a about knee-level.

She's filling in applications and signing forms I'm presuming, and while I'm waiting for my turn, I take the time to just look around and stare into random space. I noticed how it's early morning within this dream, and I can see the sun rise up slowly to my left side. And as I turn to my right, you know how you can see the heat waves or whatever from a distances where the light gives the illusion that the objects are bending?

It was like that for a a minute, and as I'm turning left and right occasionally, I turn to my left again to find an elderly man sitting about 5-10 feet away from the same female that's busy with the people in line. He has his back faced to her on her right side (my left side), and is sitting perpendicular from her.

It seems he's waiting for something, and I begin to notice how he's holding some kind of certificate in his left hand. I didn't want to pry into the information within this certificate, but because he's holding it in a way that makes it look like eye-candy, I can't help but zoom from far away to see that he's most likely trying to get his driver's permit or something.

The man is wearing thin-framed glasses, a few jagged features sustained in his visage, and is a bit obese, maybe 250-400lbs. He's wearing a green cap with a small streak of orange, if I remember correctly, and he's just casually reading this certificate to himself, probably to kill some time.

Then he finally gets his turn, and quickly gets up to meet the secretary like female I'm waiting for as well. She declares to him the type of license this man will be getting, and she stated some things that are hard to process, jargon most likely. I believe he had to have a restriction on his license or whatever it is he's trying to get because the female stated how he had some kind of disability.

She states this a bit loud, not too loud, but just enough to make the man feel ashamed for his disability. He quickly tries to cover the topic by questioning her randomly, but it's not really working out for him. I don't really pay too much attention to is situation with her, and I'm sure the dream characters I'm behind in line didn't really care, or at least pretended they didn't hear the conversation.

You know how you wait in line for something, and there's someone somewhere at the far corner of the area you're in that shows off or does something loud that makes every avert their eyes towards them? And then when things settle down, they quickly turn back so the person doesn't feel like people are staring at them like hawks? It was kind of like that, and as the man eventually has his situation covered, it's finally my turn to speak to the lady.

I honestly don't know why I'm standing here, but it seems the lady knows I'm here for something fortunately. She tells me that O gave me a letter, and I was puzzled for a bit. She tends down while still sitting on her black rolling chair to open a drawer and hands me a letter. I quickly tear the seal and read the glanced at the content for ab it.

Then I tried to re-read it to absorb whatever content the O dream character that saved me tried to give me in this letter. The letter is folded into thirds, hot-dog position, and as I'm trying to sustain my vision and make things a bit clearer, I find it difficult to read the content.

It starts getting blurry, and no matter how hard I tried to calm down, relax, and let the word trailing shift back to their original position, I can't really string together a cohesive train of thought from this letter. I believe I decided to put this letter in my pocket by folding it the opposite way after folding it back hotdog style and gave my thanks to the secretary like dream character female.

All I can remember from the letter was that O stated he was alright and didn't really have much injury from before, but he was more concerned that I hopefully got out alive without any injuries myself.

I can't recall what happened from this point, and I guess I tried to leave because I didn't want to stall the people waiting in line behind me.

Sucks I don't know what the O dream character was trying to tell me. It seems whenever there's a message being given to me, especially letters, I always end up having to save them for later only to forget them and never really getting the chance to see them before I try to have a dream where I can find the letter again without worrying if it was going to be a false copy.

If only I recalled this dream earlier, I'd probably be able to get out a few chunks within the letter, but that's my fault.

I felt even more guilty that despite of this O counterpart being a dream character, that this entity still cared enough to risk his own life to make sure I got out safely. It's happened before with a female that takes a laser cannon shot to her chest and stomach region, and a few others I can't recall off the top of my head. I'm personally glad O was just fine and things didn't end up where someone's life is taken away, compared to the dream I had months ago where the lady that pushes me off before possibly dying from the laser shot.

Those types of dreams where someone has to take their life are always hard for me to process honestly, even if it's all just a dream.

I wanted to do much more in this lucid dream, but I guess all I really cared about was seeing how the dream plot would unfold instead of sitting around doing nothing but wondering what to do.

Recall was better but it kinda vanished in seconds, i need to stabilize my sleeping times.

I was playing some multiplayer games with someone and in each there was some choice to be made, also there was something about dragons.

[In search of the time that is good to wake up so that I can remember dreams I am trying out a project. I knew that I wouldn't be going to bed until three this morning so I set my alarm clock to ring at six. I would write down anything that I can remember from a dream, pace around a little, and prepare to take a nap--because I usually have lucids in naps. Unfortunately my dad didn't wake me up at nine like I thought he would and I ended up sleeping from six-thirty to twelve, soooo. . . .]

1) I must have been in some store, either a general store or a pharmacy, because I was looking at a shelf that had several pill bottles on it. I recall that their tops were shaped somewhat oddly.
*** this is the second time medicine has appeared in my dream. if it keeps on like this it'll be a dream sign.



2) In real life CLS is a Christian Camp that I used to attend during the summer for one week, but here in this dream it was slightly different. There were four groups and we were placed into whatever Hogwarts House we were (so of course I was in Gryffindor), and our "levels" were determined on what grade we were in. I was a junior so the year after would be my last year to come unless I became a counselor.

The place that we were in was sort of like the school cafeteria back in Ucon with a "log cabin" sort of theme. There was a large but old fridge pushed to the side and by collecting food in our bags we would obtain points for our teams. I remember thinking something like, I wish this was a Nano-Fridge, which comes from The Sims 3 in the Nano-Microwave. If the fridge was a Nano-Fridge then it would have been of better quality and would have kept it from breaking. Every time the fridge broke we were instructed to stop running and dump our food on the ground (or on the table, which ever worked better) so that the counselors could fix it.



3) In The Sims 3 for console there is a particular character called Willow Lynd, and she lives with the other local Goths. I was sitting with her in what I would assume to be a library (though to be honest it was really as though I had been sucked into the living room of The Clique house--the house that she originally lives in in the game. The walls are red, the carpet is red, the chairs and sofas are red, and the windows are big. Someone distrusted Willow due to her "Goth" status--I think it was an authority figure, but I can't be sure--but I can't recall how she felt about that.

At some point during that dream I stood up and walked over to them, though. There were a lot of people in the room over.



4) Another effing Sims dream. Each Trait you choose for your Sim would open up a different "Challenge" (or story line). The ones that I were looking at were technological, so I was probably thinking about the Computer Whiz Trait. Also, I caught a glimpse of the daughter on there turning into a Teenager.



5) Nothing but crystals in a cavern. The crystals had a blue tint. . . .



6) Jarvis and I were playing some sort of video game with one another. I'm not entirely sure but it seemed that the objective was to become a leader over a land by recruiting people. My character was a female and she was going to some area that almost looked as if though it had been abandoned. The stone bridge was crumbling, the grasses were growing out of control and trees' branches had fallen onto the trail. She kept persisting through the wilderness and eventually reached civilization. I'm not clear on what happened but I don't think that she was welcomed with open arms.

She escaped through the pipes during the night. It was a full moon.

I was walking down the edge of a skyscraper apartment building, steps tumbled down the side of the building, reaching a platform every ten steps or so and curving back around. I reach floor seventy and I peer inside this room through the window, to the right was a lounge room where three guys were inside, in their twenties and in decent physical condition. I entered their apartment through the window and we starting conversing. There was discussion of zombies, food supplies, weapons and protection from attacks. I remember discussing with them about the potential of their apartment being over run by zombies, they said that they had already cleared out all the floors of the skyscraper, removing any internal threat. They also had food and weapons of an unlimited quantity, I noticed this as I walked through their living room and into the kitchen. I turned back around and one of the guys was leaning on the coach watching the television, none of them were relatively scared or cautious. They all seemed pretty relaxed. I however felt very exhausted and weary of approaching zombies. This could have been because I had an encounter with them prior which I cannot recall.

Blue X - People and their location within
Green O - The location of the food and weapons

Pink Arrow - The guy watching the television (Very vivid and iconic in my mind)
Numbers - Points of conversation
Dotted Line - Path Taken

Date: July 27, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB
Total Sleep Time: ???

Frag

I was in some type of department store and I think I was looking for a lamp (not sure though). I kept asking the workers where would I find this item and they would tell me where in the store it was located. As soon as I go to that particular aisle, the item would not be there. I would go back and ask the worker the same thing and she would tell me to go back to that same aisle to find the item. Just like in the movie 'Groundhog Day,' I would just do this same scenario over and over and over again...

Note: Too short and broken up to call this a dream. I should have become lucid just from the constant repetition .