non-lucid

Thursday 5/30/13

Last night bed 10:30 - 6:17am

DR: 3:40am

This one was almost scary. I'm escaping from Barbie World. Security guards are using toys, like they play a tune on a toy handheld piano and the chime from it opens the doors. I'm breaking through the floor to get to the lover level. I killed a woman by throwing a sheet of glass like a frisbee at her throat.

I'm in Wild West. They have an Xbox, because in my previous dream, me or someone else took it back into the past. Now in that reality cowboys in saloons play Xbox.

I am controlling some kind of flying toy remotely (I don't know why but I think it was a cat);
I end up in someone's back yard, I fight with a bunch of kids and someone from the house invites me in and tells me I'm late for his kinetotherapy session. I know I have no idea what he's talking about but I ask him for money and he gives me some. I vaguely remember someone undressing in the same room and then I run out the door taking the money. A short time after, a cop is chasing me on foot. I hide behind a barrel/dumpster...

AND MY CAT WOKE ME UP!

05-27-2013 -- I'm in a room somewhere with a guy who is asking me to make him some floaty fliers, a balloon design I sort of adapted from somebody else's design. At first I think the guy wants me to teach him how to make the (extremely simple) design, but no, he wants me to make him a bunch of them. For free. I try to ask him why he doesn't just want to learn to make it, and he explains that he is out of black balloons. And there is now a shortage on them, so they cost too much. So he wants me to use mine, instead. Problem is, I have no balloons with me. But I point out we are in a big room with lots of bags of balloons, including several black bags. But he says they all belong to someone rich, who would charge him for them. I'm starting to get very mad at the guy, but suddenly find myself wondering if the big professionals feel the same way about me, and my limitations of money and skill ....

Anyway, the place seems to be slowly turning into a convention hotel or something, and it is starting to feel like I am at Twist and Shout, though it almost feels like it expanded out of a basic alley meeting. Another guy walks in, and starts to twist something, trying to demonstrate a technique or something, in almost a jam room sort of setting, but there is a young lady there who is being really obnoxious about it not being in the program, and there not being any announcement about it, and how was she supposed to know about it. She doesn't seem to understand it is not a class or something, but just a quick spur-of-the-moment thing.

Andrew McDonald shows up and starts doing something, then I think Greg Schuerman is there, as well. Soon Laura Caldwell shows up, and more and more people are gathering, even though it is still two hours before the official class is supposed to take place. Soon a grumpy security guard walks in, and everybody fears he is going to tell us to get out until time for the class, but he tells us the group has rented the room for the entire week, and we can use it whenever we want to. So somebody decides they might as well set up a bounce house there. I think Mark Byrne is also setting up for a show or presentation or something.

Time seems to jump, and it is now two hours later, and they are starting up a business meeting or something, but I am trying to do some writing, putting this dream into my notebook as it is happening (yet not managing to go lucid, even though I obviously know I am dreaming in at least one sense) and the meeting is kind of distracting me, so I walk outside. But it turns out to be even more noisy and distracting there, because Don Caldwell and Billy Damon are putting on some sort of show. They explain they are sort of ADD, and don't do all that well with the business meeting portion of the convention, so they are waiting until that finishes, and things get a little more interesting, before they go in. That ought to be about ... say ... now. So they head back inside, and I decide to follow.

As I walk in, Don (or possibly Mark) is giving some sort of demonstration where he is pretending to be a plane, and several members from the audience are supposed to be his landing strip, unfortunately, they keep running away when he flies at them! It's a very strange thing. Meanwhile, I have this strange feeling of anticipation, and somehow know something I have no way of knowing. Deep underground, far beneath us, is the inescapable prison of Hathor, which recently had it's first ever breakout. The long-trapped hero has been slowly making his way toward the Panarch's Palace, and will be joining us shortly ... then things will really start to happen. Somehow this balloon convention is turning into some sort of Brandon Sanderson novel.

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05-27-2013 -- Hints of some kind of office work, maybe at Hewitt, or maybe at a new, slightly twisted version of the Hornet newspaper. First bit is, as usual, not all there and rather limited. Anyway, we seem to be moving desks and computers and things to a new room, and we're pushing desks and computer parts and things together in some weird angles, joining them all together, but we really don;t know if they are likely to work like that. Somehow I manage to knock over a glass of orange juice that is sitting there, but manage to grab it so fast that only a couple of drops manage to spill. We are so busy with moving everything that there is no time to clean everything up properly, but we just drop an old newspaper on the tiny bit of spilled juice, and hope it will absorb it.

The computers are now all hooked up, and two lovely women are working with me here. One, I think, is Chloe from Smallville. The other might be a slightly younger version of BC. Somehow though it mostly seems to be the Hornet at the moment, there is also a hint of the 3M Dental warehouse. For some reason there is a tub in the middle of the office, and I am kind of embarrassed about stripping down and climbing in, but a few seconds later I am trying to coax either or both of the lovely women into the tub with me. No luck at the moment, because they both have work to get done, but indications are good for both of them at some later time, so I am still fairly happy. Problem is, as I move around in the tub, which I seem to have over-filled, water is splashing over the side, and I am hoping it doesn't do any damage. Luckily, it seems to room was designed for it, so it all seems to be good.

[At this point, things shift slightly, and this may be a different dream, but it seems to fit, so I am not sure.] I step out of the shower, instead of a bath, and find myself in mom's bathroom in the Hickory house. I am thinking about using the toilet, but these days it is always broken, damaged, and jammed up in my dreams, so I am worried to do so. The good news is mom knows this, too, and has bought some gadget to attach to the toilet that is supposed to keep it working better. The bad news is, it doesn't seem to be up to the job, and is bubbling wildly like it is about to explode.

So I just exit the bathroom wrapped in a towel, into mom and dad's bedroom. Dad is laying there asleep, but mom is not there. It is late at night, and mom has been really unstable recently (all the dreams of her beating up on me) so I am afraid she is going to yell at me for taking a shower so late, and I just want to get out of there. I sneak out of their room, but am horrified to see mom is sitting in my room. Thankfully she has fallen asleep, so I quietly sneak down the hall and into the living room, where I find the couch is still warm, and I realize Melody must have just left again, after napping there. I realize mom was in my room hoping to catch Melody when she came in so late, but she fell asleep, and never heard Melody, since she decided to just nap on the sofa. I curl up in the warm spot she left and drift off to sleep, myself.

I found myself in some sort of underground supermarket. I was with a guy friend, who told me that my mom didn't want me buying my favorite chocolate cereal, which I thought was odd. I browsed the store, eventually finding that they offered a wide selection of video games. I spent alot of time looking them over but did not buy any. When I went to leave, I was alone and had decided not to buy anything at all. Where the cash registers ought to be I found a man-sized alligator sitting on a throne of merchandise. I recognized him as the owner. I told him that I was an inspector and that, in exchange for letting me live, I would always give good reports on his establishment. He agreed, somehow communicating without speaking, and sent me off with a tiny turtle to accompany me.

I returned to the home I had arranged to stay in, where a single woman with a young son was renting out a spare room. The woman directed me to the bathroom and to my room, then left me alone. The bathroom had a rather large shower, and I left the turtle there. I then went to my room, which was at the end of a long hallway, set apart from the rest of the house. I found the room to be the size of a small cabin, and furnished accordingly, with many windows - a bit too many for my liking. I closed all of the curtains and ventured out onto the attached porch. The porch was huge, and, I realized, suspended high up in an unimaginably large tree. Where the porch ended, a net extended many yards off, and contained the framework of two wrecked schoolbuses. I noticed that the porch screen was torn in one place as if some large animal had broken through, and decided that I ought to go back inside before dusk.

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In this dream I started out as a dog, a great dane. I was in a supermarket looking for a westie named Yasho, my dog irl. I found him in a sort of dog training area with a small group of humans I'd not seen before. I realized they were using Yasho to demonstrate the usage of shock collars in dog training, and I began barking and growling in a useless attempt to stop them. Of course, security was called and I ended up knocked out.

I found myself in the spacious backyard of a mansion. A large group of people was gathered there for lunch. I was rather popular with the guests, and managed to snag a good bit of their food. After lunch, of few of the attendees retreated to the parlor. I sat outside and listened to their conversation. Apparently someone at the mansion was possessed, and it was almost definitely Anne Marie. I did not know who this person was, but she sounded familiar.

Back in human form, I found myself hiding under a grounded rowboat with about four other people. One of them I knew to be Anne Marie by the pagan symbol she wore on a necklace. She had dark curly hair and piercing black eyes.

I was with the same group, in a car. It was night and raining and I was driving, which was far from safe. We stopped in a mall parking lot.

I'm not sure why we went into the mall, but we did, and I seized the opportunity to break away from the group. Anne Marie had basically corrupted everyone, and so I would need backup if I would be confronting them.

I wound up at my friend Mary's house. She was there with her dad and grandpa, expecting me. We sat on the deck and evaluated the situation.

So a short post to start with saying that after 6 long years without training at all for my lucid dreams I felt it was time to pick it back up again.

I am starting from the ground up , just like I did when I first started LDing but now I have the knowledge to have the best possible results in the shortest possible time.

If you would like to follow my progress I would love to share it with you.

Day 0 - Dream recall - Snippests and feelings.

Warmth - family - talking about selling my motor bike- energy building throughout my dream. Healing

In is long and complicated dream, I seemed to be in charge or at least deeply involved in disaster planning a huge ship. (In hindsight I wonder, The Titanic? But it was in modern times.)

So as part of this effort I had to write this huge manual on contingency planning, and for this I needed input from a White House staffer. While our project had a White House liaison, but I thought that this one would not do, so I contacted someone else (who happened to be a bearded black man) and persuaded him to give me contact info for someone in the White House. I reached the woman on the phone. She was in the backseat of a car or limo. (Interestingly enough whenever I talked on the phone with someone in this dream, my perspective changed, and I was seeing them during the conversation.) The woman said that this was her time off, and that she had other plans, but I asked her "Do you want this contingency planning done or not? And we are supposed to get help from the White House." So, given these persuasive arguments she of course changed her plans, and came to study the documentation with me.

Meanwhile my coworker (who was the only person in this dream whom I know in waking life) would demo for us what looked like a huge contraption with words and sets of large lights. On the left it would say something like requirement xyz or test abc, and then there were those huge lights that were lit if that requirement or test was completed. I remember noticing that this took up most of the little room and only covered a few requirements and tests thus far. my next thought was, "It is good then that this ship is so huge."

The next scene, still on the ship, is an integration of someone else's dream I read on DV yesterday into my own! (With some changes of course.) I was about to pee on e potty, and so I found a chair and an attachable potty, sort of like one my kid used to have, but a grown up version. One of the people on the disaster recovery team or maybe a White House liaison commented that he always found it kind of embarrassing whenever someone peed in public. I responded that whenever you are on the phone while peeing, which surely you do all the time (no, I don't!), it's like peeing in public, and he should just get over his embarrassment. After all we need to get this work done, and there is notice for frivolous privacy.

Toward the end of the dream I remember being dissatisfied with the effort be ause the quality of writing did not seem good enough to me, sort of assessing disaster recovery documents literary merit, and finding them lacking (shocker!). Another person reassured me that whenever he wrote an abstract (very short as opposed to the work written in this dream,which was a volume larger than a phone book, much larger), he would be dissatisfied, but then put the abstract to the side for a while, and return to it after a while, and then the writing seemed much better that he originally feared.

Dream recall from today's nap.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was browsing dreamviews and there was some thread discussing OBE...

Dream 2(fragments):

I was at home and there was some stuff happening, i got interrupted and then i was going through some rooms, getting to table to eat and talk to somebody, the discussion was about government watching unemployed people in subway and enslaving them or something.

The 28th I couldn't remember much unfortunately. :-/

We were having the fried chicken for lunch at school. The chef did not know
what he was doing however and came and asked me to help him prepare it. Wierd.
Then after lunch I was walking down the hallway and everyone was throwing thier trash
on the floor.

After this dream I was back home. I remember being accused by my parents for selling
illegal items on the internet. 0_o

Then I actually woke up and heard it raining outside so I went back to sleep cause, who wants to
work out in the rain?

I then had one quick dream before I woke up again and all I remember is that I grabbed all the
video games out of my desk and ran away from home. Strange stuff to run away with.

Sechdule:
11:30 - Go to bed
7:39 - Wake up, hear rain, go back to sleep
8:30 - Get up and work out

See ya

I dreamt that me and some friends were going on a LARP. I was packing my things and would decide weather or not to bring a five men tent, that was large enough for everyone, or a two men tent which was much better in keeping rain out but was to small for everyone. I brought the two men tent, since I didn't feel like getting wet.

We arrived in the area and the group became disappointed that I had been selfish and only brought the two men tent. It then started raining and I went into the tent while the others were outside getting wet. Mind that I didn't feel any guilt at all, I was quite happy with my decision since I didn't get wet!

Later in the LARP I was put in charge of a group of children. We were ninjas who were going to infiltrate a factory. Since they were a group of incompetent kids they would just move forward while I was running around making sure they could do so safely and got them everything they needed. We entered the huge factory on the bottom floor through the sewage pipes. It consisted almost entirely of metal and concrete walkways with a lot of terminals and the like in a huge open space. I got to work silencing (knocking out, not killing ) people who might spot us and pushing some buttons at the terminals they were working on.
After much silencing everything was going smoothly. That is, until I ran into a girl I know IRL, and who I am interested in. She looked around and asked "Vilhelm? What are you doing here?"

I was stunned. I knew it was bad, partly because she saw me, partly because she recognised me but mostly because I knew what I had to do. I just hoped she would forgive me and began to rip her hair of. Apparently her hair was a crucial ingredient for something we needed for our ninja mission. She was just shocked and asked "Vilhelm...what are...you doing?"

I took her hair and ran for my life. The group had just left the open area through a door in the wall and was climbing a huge staircase. I ran up it, always looking down towards the lower levels. I knew she would follow me. She was not a drone like the others in the factory, she had a independent will, and she would not just let me go without an explanation. But she never came.

There was more to this dream, but that is all I can remember at the moment.

Wednesday 5/29/13

Last night bed 12 - 6;58am

DR: streets of town I grow up in

WBTB 6:58 - 7:09
Totally fell asleep. I'm in town where my gramma lives. We have a huge family gathering. I'm kissing two cousins, saying hi to family from New Zealand (not in WL). Looking at a map and trying to figure out which part of the world is on it. No identifiable features, just some mountains and grass. I know I'm just visiting and I'm avare of where i live in WL.

There is something like a party bus on the street, all painted with colorful images. My dad falls asleep while he is sitting at the table eating and when he wakes up, I know he had LD.

I was with my family, including my mother's side grandparents (Who are dead IRL) and we were in a house by the beach. We seemed to be quite a bit above ground level, perhaps two or three stories.
Anyways, we were watching the weather report, and a woman was talking about a storm coming in. I looked out the window to see that the sky was a dark grey color. It was raining and very windy.
The setting looked vaguely similar to a beach resort my family visits in Puerto Rico every spring.
The weather woman stated that the weather station once a week plays a song over the TV as a special treat to everyone watching. The songs they chose, supposedly were always very good.
My father told me to go start the car (for whatever reason) and gave me a key. I was disappointed that I had to leave the room because I wanted to know what song the weather station would play.

I was with my best friend Jayden(who I've mentioned before)and we were gonna go to her house and hang out. I got in the car with her and her mom. We started off driving until her mom said "Oh, Jayden can't hang out today. She has to go to LA." I have no clue why she needed to go to LA but anyways.
She turned around and started driving me back to my house. I have like my own "dream house", I guess. I've seen it at least three times before in previous dreams. It's a big pink mansion.
So, we began pulling up to it, but Jayden's mom never actually stopped the car for me to get out. She just kept driving. She past my house and turned around. I told her "Um, I haven't actually gotten out of the car yet." She ignored me and drove away from my house.
We then entered a tiny freeway, packed with cars. The thing was only one lane, and it was also about to fall apart. I got nervous that it would do just that, but no one else cared.
Eventually, it did fall to pieces. Jayden got knocked out or something, so being the wonderful angel friend that I am, I pulled her out of the car and threw her onto the freeway on land. Oh, and her mom died by the way(sorry, Jayden).

Comments: I have been quite busy, stressed, not getting enough sleep lately, etc. so more fragments.

Dreams00: I had two interesting dreams during the night, but can't recall them at all.

WBTB: tried to WILD but it didn't work out

Fragment1: Reading posts in DV

Fragment2: In another dream, I am reading a text showing the real name of one DV member. It sounded very strange

Fragment3: some sexy stuff again....

Fragment000: There was another fragment, I can't recall it now.

In the first dream(At least the first I can remember) I had(In the dream, I'm not a weirdo haha) touched some like kid that's like 5 or 6 and I didn't mean to but his Dad was like ready to kill me kinda thing with anger. I had to face up to him but really didn't want to. At the time I was in some house and outside there was like a friend reunion and my friend Sean was there who I haven't seen in like a year and a half and I was pumped to hang out with him so I went outside and he had a ponytail(LOL) and he seemed very different and we went over to my friends group and they were like really weird now that Sean had arrived for some reason it was really weird.

End of non-lucid fragment.

Second fragment

I was exploring through these fields and I found a house and it was David Beckham's(I know, weird). I went up to say what's up and he gave me like an email address where I should contact him that he'll actually reply and not the regular fan-mail "Never answer" type thing.

I got in contact with him and got him to show up when my friend Zak was there(Zak's idol is Beckham, he has his hairstyle etc) and I was like haha this'll be so beast so I got him to come along and Zak was trying to take a picture on his phone of him and Beckham face to face cause it looked beast but his phone ran out of battery which annoyed him. Then it felt like me and Beckham were kinda friends which was awesome haha.

End of fragments.

Not much recall today, probably because i was very tired before going to sleep.

There was something about some kind of mission and guns.