non-lucid

I remember dreaming about HER. She gave me the keys to her car, and I believe I needed to pick her up later. I spent the rest of the dream talking to a guy who was supposedly related to me.

I really want to see HER in a lucid and find out if she has a damn name.....it's kinda bugging me now.

I was at some party, like prom. Drinks were being served and free food was everywhere. I think D's parents were helping out with the food, and they also spiked the punch. I didn't really have time for that, because I was busy playing with some girls. They were taking turns stroking me, and I was playing with them....everything else gets a little fuzzy.

I'm climbing up a 100 foot rope, and I'm sure I know whats going to happen (most of these dreams I end up half way or near the top, and I can't make it...so i just panic till the dream ends) but I go anyway. I get close to the stop and realize that the rope is attached to the side of the pole, doesn't lead to the bridge itself. I grabbed on to one of the structures, wrapped my leg around the leg of the bridge and eventually pulled myself up. I was so happy that I got up there, because I really thought I was going to fall and die. Some of the other DC's up there started talking about some guy who makes that climb all the time, and he usually runs around doing parkour with weapons. Who cares, I was still proud of myself.

I'm in my room, and it looks like it used to years ago. I call in this woman, and she's a short brunette chick, with a small swastika tattoo on her left cheek. Maybe at some point I was lucid, because I knew she was coming in my room for one thing only. We stripped down, and I climbed on top of her and put it in half way. I was in a push up position, and her butt was elevated. She rocked her hips around in circles teasing me until I finally trusted into her with full force. She wrapped her legs around me, and I continued pounding her until I came. I thought I was the only one who got off, but she said she came twice, and I noticed that she wasn't lying when I pulled out. A mixture of both of our juices flowed out from her. I was so excited....I felt a rush and was hard again. She told me that she had to go. We started getting dressed and I asked her about her tattoo. It was so feint that I thought it was done by a ring. She told me it was a tattoo. She asked if I was offended by it. I told her I wasn't, but it seemed odd to have a tattoo on her face. She gave me a black and gray pair of shorts that she wanted me to wear. They looked like the red and gray ones I was JUST putting on. I didn't mention that because they were a gift. I thanked her, popped the tags and put them on. The dream faded.

4/22/13 -Same dream, varied ending-

I'm in the middle of NY, it's evacuated. Tons of trash rustles about in the wind. I turn around to see what's going on. The sun it bright and blinding, I'm surrounded by abandoned parking garages.

Out of nowhere water begins to rise. The first time I had this dream, I died instantly from drowning. The second time I had this dream, I remembered to swim up and survived.

Now the water recedes and the streets are even filthier than before, debris piled high and I feel hot (temperature).

-Wake up-

Monday 4/22/13

Last night bed around 12:30am - 5:20am

DR: I'm floating in a hot air baloon over the barren fields near NZ. I ask the guy which way he thinks wind will take us. I see some sacks with what I think is chopped up meat on the fields, but they turn out to be onions. We land next to my parents house. I take a few onions with me. (Watched episode of Futurama, where they leave the sewers with hot air baloon.)

DR: I'm hiding in a house where people are walking around. I think they see me but I don't mind and they don't mind either. I have a small insect that is bioluminiscent bright green. I hold it in my hand, otherwise it would be flying infront of me. I think it's half bio, half mechanical. Like a little spy insect. (Watched Avatar, where little insect when disturbed jumped in the air and flew like a helicopter.)

Nap 8:30am - 9:50am
I'm in India. (Watched documentary about cotton farmers in India.) I'm in a huge house with tons of people. I'm suppose to be one of the babysitters. They show me some rooms, I introduce myself to gramma, other people introduce themself to me. I'm having hard time understanding because of their very thick accent. I lay under cover with one of the uncles. Apparently, it's a custom. The call me closer and I see they gonna sing happy birthday to someone.

Then they gonna show me my room. I come to to small house outside of the big one. There are two entry doors. Between them is a lot of old spiderwebs on dirty, whitewashed walls. I realize nothing will stop snakes and other things from crawling to my room. They open the door to the left for a boy who is suppose to live there. The room is barely two steps deep. He complains about it. Room is empty, just a concrete bench on the back wall, like in a jail.

My room is still under construction. Lots of concrete debree on the floor, dust, white paint, tools, buckets... Room is huge and now I notice light coming in there from right side. There are some chairs and sofas and people are sitting there from other parts of the house to watch tv, that's on the oppoiste wall on some cabinets filled with books and other stuff.

DR: I'm walking along the road at night in Kom. I don't ahve money so I ask some people and I think I can ask the bus driver to take me for free, because he knows my mom. I would pay him later, of course.

I'm walking in different part of that place. I hear a siren. It means some kind of a danger. I have no idea what kind, but alien invasion crosses my mind. I get off the road and start walking in some dusty ditch.

Before this, I'm crossing a river on some kind of a rope suspended between shores. No clue what I'm doing there, but to escape something I drop down. (Watched the axe man and their trouble with skyline cable suspended in air that draggs the timber.)

i am lying on the couch in the living room of the old townhouse. it is night and the room is lit by lamps. i feel very ill and feverish. my mother is here. she tells me to get up and go to school. i reply that i can't, i have meningitis and i should be in the hospital. she screams at me and we have a long argument. i am intensely angry. later i wonder if i am going to die and think about what my boyfriend would do if i did. (i was violently ill before i fell asleep which probably accounts for the focus on illness here).

in the next scene i am walking to my high school. it is snowy and i am with my father. i find an iphone sticking out of a snowbank. i ask my father if it's ok to take it. he says yes, so i do. then i am inside the library at my elementary school with some other people. we are watching a movie on a projector screen. at one point there is some starbucks product placement in the movie and starbucks gift cards pop out of the screen and onto the floor. the other people and i scramble to grab them up. they keep coming, along with some lollipops and -- hydrocodone pills... i grab several pills and remark to C.W. that i'm surprised it was legal for the filmmakers to do this.

then i am working at a daycare for disabled children. i am standing on a large circular mezzanine in a domed wooden building with a rustic/old-fashioned atmosphere. there is a matronly black woman here. later i am taking a bath while covered by a white canopy to research therapies for autism?

finally i am outside, on a beautiful rocky coastline. i am listening to a lecture about canadian geography from a disembodied voice. i sprinkle green powder onto a moss-covered slope which i recognize to be british columbia. the voice is now talking about aboriginal tribes: "our friends, the mogwai, are dead..." finally the subject of the lecture changes to buddhism. i don't recall what the voice said.

the general atmosphere of these dreams is unpleasant.

i was on a walk with one of my sisters friends (perhaps a cross between margot and some other girl)

we were kissing a little bit and flirting. I was going to get it in, there was a lady on the trail who said so. he said oooo this one is freakey. he is down for it all. this type of guy is one who will never let go.

then the other part of the dream was super weird and i could go into great deal but ehh here we goo

i was in a parking garage and there was like one color vs another color, i tried to cross the batle ground with hands up, then shots were fired. i ahd to take cover back at one side and people kept drying.

then later this intriciate plan in a parking garage involving a large string and a hook allowed the team to catch the other bad guys

One fragment - and a false awakening, at that.

Dream (fragment): False awakening. I woke up, performed a failed reality check, then actually woke up.

Dream recall from today's naps.

I was at home and i was trying to WILD, but family was distracting me in every way possible and later i went to check out some levels for Doom. There was one level that was actually fully 3D and featured platforming with exploding barrels. After that i went into editor and decided to build joke mod with some maze and overpowered enemies.
As i was waking up i experienced vivid HH image of different room for like five seconds, there was TV and there was some word on it, and i could manipulate them.

Sunday 4.21.13

Last night bed around 10pm - 7:30am

Today nap 10:30pm - 2pm

Got only indication that vibrations would start, but they didn't develop. Had a few non-lucids.

DR: I'm watching a bicyclist rushing down a steep, concrete slope to his buddy, who slid off the bike and kept sliding down. He landed on the bottom ledge, where ocean waves were breaking and making spray. I was surprised, because at first it looked like concrete banks of urban river, not ocean.

I'm walking through ruins of something, maybe factory. There is a small monster chasing us. It turns out to be a small dog with something on his face. We take him with us, give him a bath and he looks like a normal dog. As he is on a blanket next to us, I see an extra paw and I look closer and she is giving birth. Her former owner sais she lost the dog somehow and she wants it back. So there is a debate as to whom she belongs now.

I'm between tall houses, like projects in NY. There are kids playing outside without supervision. I'm really scared for them. As they are running around, some of them are pushing strollers. One has a newborn in it and the other one the puppy. I'm so scared for them.

A woman comes to me with big book. She opens it and tells me she had been gathering info about [girl's name]. I tell her I don't know her, thinking she wants to rant about my friends daughter. She says it doesn't matter and she reads me about her anyways.

Not much recall today, i think because i went to sleep slightly later due to making of certain video.

I recall some kind of base and some fight.

These are dreams from some time ago, I cannot remember what days. But most of them are fairly boring, and I'm only putting them in for the purpose of my dream journal.

I was swimming in some harbor area, it was kind of half lake, half swimming pool, half lake with these huge concrete walls going up the sides. It was almost like a large cement dock for boats that was no longer used.
There was a small beach between the walls with a sandbar just big enough for two or three people to walk along. The harbor was quite wide though.
I met up with my dream guide and we went to go flying somewhere. (enter dream logic) We got onto some school locker doors and started flying on them like hover-boards. It was me, my dream guide, and this other dream character, a boy with black hair.
I commented on how it was strange that these people "looked so similar to people I've seen in dreams". In other words, I was very close to being lucid.
We flew on the locker doors out of the harbor area into a small town by the side of the ocean. We were flying very low, and weaving through the streets until we came to this very large square warehouse building.
The building was what I remember the most about the dream. It was made out of corrugated sheet metal. The sheet metal was supported by steel beams. The entire structure was very old, and had rusted and collapsed in some places. The floor was flooded, because the building was next to the water. There was a bridge stretching across the inside of the building, perhaps about three stories above the water.
Among some of the breaches in the building's side. vines were hanging, and the sunlight was showing in. The entire scene was very vivid, and oddly beautiful...
I got off my locker door and just watched. The male dream character flew down into some hidden door near the bottom of the building. My dream guide disappeared from the scene.

Once again, I was on some beach, but this was much more open, without the concrete walls. I was wearing only a swimsuit, and decided to go swimming.
I started to run in the water, just as a fairly large wave formed in the water. The sun was setting behind the wave, and I could see through it. I saw about half a dozen sea-urchin type creatures in the water. I began to run the other way, but the wave crashed and washed up to about my knee, and one of the urchin creatures was stuck into the back of my right leg, right around the back of my knee.
Once I was clear of the water, I noticed people running from the water while screaming. Some people had as many as ten of the urchins stuck to them.
I looked at the one stuck to my leg. It was about the size of a fist, with spikes about two inches long. And this was the weird part, the urchin was actually a bright pink color.
But the spikes were stuck in my legs and there was blood pouring down. I bent over and puts some sand into the palm of my hand. I used my hand to knock the creature off my leg without touching the spikes directly. But I could feel the stinging sensation spreading, as though I had been poisoned.
The last thing I remember was some dream character, a boy with black hair pointed a gun at me. He didn't have any of the creatures stuck to him.

I was talking with a group of people online via Skype chat. Everyone I was talking to was from this website (Dreamviews) and we were moderating the forums.
Our goal was to find people who posted fake dream journal entries and pretended to be really good lucid dreamers when in reality, they were not. We were supposed to take down the fake DJ entries.
Somebody accused me of being one of the fakers.

The whole dream was oriented around a Train.
Me and my dad were in a train station, and I knew I needed to take over the train because it was full of slaves (the slaves were like little goblin/oompa loompa things).
The train station was like a post apocalyptic settlement. (a bit like a Fallout 3 settlement, kinda reminded me of a lighter version of the Metro 2033 station)
We stole the train, but it was coming off the tracks like they weren't even there, it was like spinning and stuff.
We were then in another train by the slave train suddenly driving near where I live down a hill past tree's etc... we then jumped into the other train and started riding it down the hill, although, it was hard to stop.

-End-

It was Halloween.
I think I was moving house?
Me, my Dad, and my sister where in the Merlo. (dad's old tractor)
Going to pick up what we thought was an old car, it was mum's current car for some reason.
Got there.
Tried to pick up the car in the Merlo.
Walked around the village.
Saw people from my school.
There was smoke everywhere. (It was like fog)
I was trying to scare people.
Went back to old car. (now looked like 30's era car)
It was on fire.
I tried to blow out the fires by blowing on them.
The fire started spreading more.
I tried to blow out all of the flames.
Pulled old photos, videos and cassettes out of the glove box.
There was suddenly a middle agedwoman watching.
She wasn't helping.
She said that she was scared because it was dark so she was just watching us, we all started laughing, she started drinking wine.
The tire melted on the car.
The whole car was ruined.

-End-

Dark Souls-ish Dream - The Lost Gun

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Legnth: Medium

Lucid Non-Lucid


I am standing in a large central hub of a dark, twisted world. This hub is essentially a gorgeous train station, however it is ancient and crumbling. Vendors of all sorts of goods are set up throughout the train station, and other "players" are scattered around, talking to each other. I stand in front of a bandaged vendor, and from what little skin shows I can tell that he has been horribly burned at some point in his life. He has just improved my favorite gun. A gorgeous, ivory-plated six-shooter, with an extended barrel and runic carvings throughout. Its a classic pistol, flint-lock and like something out of the revolutionary war. I really don't know anything about guns, but somehow I knew plenty in this dream...

I have just spent tons of this universes currency on him improving it, and I am excited to try it out. A "player" - someone that I know is another adventurer and survivor like me - comes to the same vendor, smiling. She has white hair, a reoccuring theme three nights in a row for me. I smile back, and put my gun on the table to pay the vendor. He thanks me for the business in a gravelly, damaged voice, and I reach down for my gun to go test it out.

Its gone.

Looking around, I see the white haired woman making her way quickly out of the Station, pushing past players and looking about anxiously. That bitch just stole my beloved gun!

I run back and buy another, totally un-upgraded pistol in haste. It will have to do. I holster it next to my musketeer sword, my other weapon, and chase after her. She sees me hot on her tail, and breaks into a run, choosing to go the way of the sewers. As I run after her through the muck - phantoms materialize out of no where in the shape of british red-coat sailors. I fence with them quickly, knocking one blade aside, and putting a few bullets into his back. I leave the other one and run after the thief once more.

I finally catch sight of her as I reach the end of the sewer. Many more red-coats have formed behind me, but I pay them no mind. She enters a door that looks very much like an old schoolhouse door, and I crash in after her.

The Schoolhouse and Skrillex

As I crash into the door, I find myself in a gutted school room, also looking dusty and ancient. My girlfriend is asleep on one of the beds, and I actually notice that it seems to be more of an infirmary than anything, though I know she isn't sick. I forget my quest for the gun instantly, and I lay down to go to sleep. Before I can, there is a knock on the door, and a girl I recognize from my college campus asks if her and her friend can come sleep because of some strange situation I can't remember. My girlfriend shrugs so I say yes, and she proceeds to bring about thirty people into our room.

So much for one friend?

One of the kids begins to play a Skrillex song (a dubstep music artist), and I tell him that I have some nice speakers in my room (which I do). I take his iPod and then realize that the remix of the Skrillex song doesn't actually exist... Wait... Is this a dream? I think to myself, as my alarm goes off.

Phew! That dream was a doozie, and I was ALMOST LUCID! Gahhh. I think I was way too tired to lucid dream though, as I was already starting to fall asleep at 9PM and ended up finally going to bed at 1:30AM

More to come tomorrow!

I dreamed I was playing an Elder Scrolls game, but it was weird because it looked like it was running on Skyrim's engine but it wasn't Skyrim. The landscape was more of a sub-tropical landscape, and the building designs were a lot different. The graphics were actually better in some ways, though. I was going through a forest city and there was a brown building with 2 levels and a peaked roof, made out of wood surrounded by vegetation, it looked more Bosmer-y than anything...

Then I was working on some 3-d modeling, I was modding the game, trying to adjust the sizes and proportions of some of the models without screwing up the animations or having it do weird stuff in the engine.

Then the dream shifted, and I was inside of one of the brown buildings, only the inside looked like a department store, and I was basically window-shopping. I was on the second floor (decorating stuff, bed linens, etc), thinking about heading into the basement to look at furniture. I was trying to get ideas for bedding, towels, interior decorating... etc., going through different designs and fabrics for duvet covers and towels, and unable to decide if I ought to go with blue, green, purple, or a warmer color... I liked some of the floral patterns, some of the others were tacky. I thought about taking pictures of them with my phone so I could think about it later, but figured that by the time I had money to buy anything, the store would have already changed their inventory.

My memory of the dream starts from the point where I'm walking down a street in my neighbourhood and I notice some people yelling near the block my house is on. I come closer and I see 3 guys wearing skimasks running around, I think they were trying to steal something from one of the nearby shops when probably they were noticed. Not especially odd, since they were stealing literally in broad daylight.

Apparently my little sister, and I believe one of my older sisters, are with me and one of the criminals managed to get his hand on my little sister to use as hostage. He held a gun to her and threatened to shoot her if anyone would try to get near them. As soon as I saw a gun pointed at my defenseless sister as she was being used by those pieces of scum, I felt some kind of fearless strength suddenly rising within me extremely fast and I knew I was going to save her no matter what.

There were three guys, one was holding my sister and the other two were frantically running around him. I spotted an opening when the guy holding my sister aimed his gun at someone else and I ran for him, knocked him over and ran away with my sister running on front of me, so I could take any shots aimed at her with my body. All three of them start shooting at us, and as we were almost around the corner of the builings one bullet grazed her arm and I took a bullet to my back and my left arm.

We escaped the robbers, or whatever criminals they were, and now we were in a room much like my bedroom. My sister is lying down and she is happy I saved her. I am standing and I just can't seem to shake the feeling that even though we made it, she got hurt in the process, and that I should have prevented it. I know we're in a house where my parents and other sisters are as well and decide to go out of the room to do something, I don't know exactly what. At this point my memory of the dream stops.

I woke up shortly after this dream and it left me feeling a bit sad for about 10 seconds or so, which is extremely long for me. I guess this dream did a number on me