non-lucid

in the first dream i am logging back into the neopets account i had when i was like, 8.

in the second dream i am taking a bath, but the bathroom and the adjacent hallway soon fill with several inches of water. on the floor of the hallway is writing in finnish.

I've visited this place before. It's a vast water park, it is all you can see in any direction for miles, and is so large that there are hotel rooms on every level. I'm following another girl around the park, we reach the water slide that goes down to the next level. I think of how nice the cool water will feel. She's standing on a platform next to the slide, there's a swing bar that you can use to give yourself more speed going down. She gestures for me to follow and smiles.
"Wait...I have to go to the bathroom." I turn to the wall behind me and there's a convenient bathroom nestled in the corner. It's on a swinging door, there's grids of 1 inch tile in random patterns on the inside hall. There's a really confusing twist. I thought I'd gone into the women's bathroom but straight ahead I see a door with a wooden sign that says Men's Room. I back track and see a hall branching off to the left with a sign that just says "YOU" on it.
"Me." I agree, and take the hall, and the door at the end. I can't decide if the room I find there is a bathroom or a hotel room. There's a bed, but on the left-hand wall the carpet meets straight with white tile. On the tile is the strangest toilet I have ever seen. I can't even figure out how I'm supposed to use it. The bowl is flush with the floor, and the handle is also on the floor ten paces in front of it.
My friend comes into the room and decides that we're here to rest. It seems that this is a hotel room after all.
"There's someone bringing our bags, we can head back out in the morning."
I really need to use the bathroom, but I don't want to while she's lookin' at me. That's if I can figure out how to use the toilet. I turn around and examine the contraption again. With the lights on it looks dirty. There's a crusted mess of what I will kindly call mud on the back of the seat, and cobwebs are strung all over it. Maybe I don't want to use it after all.

I remember another part where we were picking up our bags. A long dim hallway, an orange-pink rolling suitcase. A brown toiletry bag. Hmm. Now that I think about it the hotel parts were familiar too. I guess I have a 'hotel' set in my brain to go along with the amusement and water parks I've visited.

Definitely improvement there, even though three were rather short, i got lucid in each dream, 1 WILD, 3 DILDs.
It also was pretty confusing with the number of FAs and i couldn't recall non-lucid parts in much detail.

Nap #1:

I wake up in bed, knowing that i am dreaming, furniture placed differently and my bed is much closer to my PC apparently, before i can move i wake up properly.

Nap #2:
Dream 1:
There was some stuff going on in my room(can't exactly recall what), interrupting my WILD attempt, but i eventually go back to doing it.
I wake up in bed, the room looks different and i know i am dreaming, i take off headphones and binaural beats still playing, confirming that, but then i wake up, but go back to nap after memorizing recall.
Dream 2:
Again, family distracts me from my WILD attempt and i was fixing some machinery, which we had a whole wall of(not IWL), then there was some video game and i went back to WILD attempt.
I wake up in bed, the room looks different once again and i know i am dreaming, i take off headphones, binaurals beats still playing, i get up and look around, the room is not just different, but positions of some furniture and exits are mirrored, i go to the balcony while rubbing hands but dream fades out and i wake up, memorizing recall once again and the going back to sleep.
Dream 3:
I am still there, attempting the WILD, the room is different but i don't notice it in dream, at one point family coming through the room and talking about something, then i just fallen asleep.
I go through a number of weird sensations and then i wake up in bed and i know i am dreaming, but for some reason dad is on me and tries to stop me from getting up, i take off headphones, and i am still hearing binaural beats, confirming the dream. I shout 'Get off!' at dad a few times, each time in more commanding tone, and eventually, on fifth shout, he gets off me saying something along the line 'Yes, yes, goodnight' and i thank him for letting me go.
I go for the door, and open it, but then realize that this room is not mirrored and that i opened the wrong door. I go for the balcony door while rubbing hands, not working well, i shout 'Stabilize!' and dream gets more stable and i can see very clear. I ram the balcony door, but i unexpectedly end up just phasing right through it and gravity gets low. I start flying and i feel wings. Everything looks weird, like, dreamscape just don't gets 'rendered' after certain distance, but my sight is very very clear. For a second i kinda forgot what to do, but then shortly recall that i need to practice transformation into a dragon. I shout to get more confident, and my voice echoes around the dreamscape. I fly near one of the clouds, which were pretty low down, and i can see my reflection, my wings big and black dragon-like and i am happy that i finally got them right, i attempt transformation but dream starts fading and i wake up.

I was at a clothing store with really bad lighting. It was a bit run down and plain. The owner was already ringing up my stuff when I was still browsing the racks. I watched as she went through the items, there was a golden lace dress, a white dress, a black coat, and a black puffy vest. I held the vest in front of myself and didn't know why I was getting another vest. I looked again and the vest was neon pink and yellow. I placed the golden dress back on the rack since it looked a bit like drapery. I put the black coat on, and it changed to have a black and white pattern, I kept it. I found a pair of light blue pants, with a cherry pattern tank attached. I asked for a dressing room, and the lady politely opened one for me. It felt weird because she was really grumpy before, I thought she got nicer cause I shop here a lot? I tried the pants on, and it was too tight. The tank look more like straps here. I looked up at the corner of the fitting room and found a spider. I ended up wearing the pants and tank, I guess I got a bigger size? -- I went in a classroom, everyone spoke Chinese and I'm the only English speaker. I sat at the last row of the classroom. I told the person next to me that I'm more comfortable at the back. She/he seems to understand. I was really surprised that I was able to talk to a stranger, and he/she understands.

extremely fitful, disordered sleep. probably withdrawal from desvenfalaxine 100mg + other health issues. surreal and vivid imagery tonight. fell asleep for 1st time around 11pm, woke up every hour or so until ~3am, woke up at 7ish and fell back into fitful sleep until mid-afternoon

around 11-12pm
i am upstairs in a version of my house. i realize that my house looks different and suspect i am dreaming, so i do a reality check (breathing through plugged nose). it succeeds and i become lucid. i run outside (it is sunny and beautiful) and begin rubbing my hands together to stabilize the dream. unfortunately, it fades quickly and i wake up.


i had other dreams during the night but i do not remember them.

6-7 am
the entirety of this dream takes place downtown. the atmosphere is somewhat bleak - it's grey and snowy - but the sun is out.

first i am having a debate with Richard Dawkins and a Christian theologist in a parking lot. the debate is on the subject of marxism. many people are watching from the main part of downtown, which is several miles away; the geometry in this scene doesn't make very much sense. dawkins keeps attaching balloons to himself and floating miles into the air, carrying his debate on from the sky. at times it becomes night; the sky turns deep blue and stars come out. i complain to a friend that i can't hear dawkins from up there and she chastises me, saying i should pay more attention.

next there is a new attraction downtown: a massive tower which houses a gigantic transparent tube. you enter the tube and it shoots you up to the top of the tower, then back down. my boyfriend decides to try it. a team of middle-aged women in black uniforms pack him into the tube and i watch as he jets into the air then falls down at an astonishing speed. afterwards he mentions something about "astronaut MILFs".

then i sit down at an outdoor table where a group of unfamiliar people are eating. they arent bothered by my presence, surprisingly. i pick up a menu: some of it is in english, some of it in the Cyrillic alphabet. i decide that the cyrillic language is lithuanian (does lithuanian use cyrillic? i don't know... anyway...) i have no money to order food but the people let me eat some of their food. it tastes delicious: savoury and sweet. the dishes were primarily meat-based. at one point the restaurant owner comes over and asks me if i have any questions. i cannot reply because my mouth is full of food, but i point to an item on the Cyrillic menu for which no price is listed. she explains that this is an entire roast pig and due to the quality of the meat and the preparation time it costs around 900 dollars. she gives me a meatball from it as a sample. it tastes nice. there is a tripadvisor rating in the window of the restaurant: 5.0/10.

later i am walking through downtown with my red-haired imaginary friend from a previous dream. i complain that i am sick. she tells me i probably have problems with my liver and i disagree with some recondite explanation involving the amount of water in my body. as i discuss water the windows of an adjacent skyscraper seem to turn to segmented/striated bodies of water.

finally i am walking behind two men and overhearing their conversation. they are talking about a man who was found murdered in a dilapidated house. an old woman found him, rebuilt the house and made it amazingly beautiful, but she had left his corpse in its original position. these men had been hired to clean corpse secretions off of the furniture so the house could be sold.


9-10 am
i am in a large, disorganized country house in which the dominant hue is deep yellow. several teenage boys live here. at some point i begin writing a short story about living in this place. as i write the story, by narrating it in my head, the scenes play out in my vision.

the opening scene is rendered in Poser-style primitive CGI. a generic model of a man -- hairless, no identifiable facial features, no genitalia -- jerks around erratically within a cubic matrix formed by grey rods which connect red, yellow and blue spheres to each other (think of a 3d molecular model). the background is blank white. there is a soundtrack of erratic, metallic electronic music, something like aphex twin, but more aggressive.

the next scene takes place within the country home and involves the boys. i cannot remember specific events, besides one where a boy accidentally burned my arm with a cigarette and i punched him in the face, but i recall that this scene was very long and involved a great deal of violence + homoeroticism.

the final scene is staged in a massive, darkened room. there are two glowing crystals here, one green and one blue; i understand that these represent Zeus and Hera. one of the boys is here too, floating naked in midair and dwarfed by the dimensions of the room. the crystal discuss various things. at one point a thunderbolt strikes. there is no definitive conclusion to this scene.

the story replays over and over in my head, at least 5 times, in the perseverative manner of some fever dreams. i am very proud of the story i have written -- to me it seems to address lofty, complex themes and it takes me on an emotional journey; i recall being impressed by the complex syntax and clever wordplay of my writing. my story, i believe, transgresses and deconstructs the entire institution of contemporary western literature...

in another dream i am at a swimming contest of some sort. i need id to enter the changing rooms and i do not have id. i try to sneak in through the back door, and i succeed, but i become lost in the maze of changing rooms: there are dozens of different rooms, separated by ages as well as by gender. i eventually find the correct one. i get changed, go into the pool and begin the contest which apparently involves me tackling people while demanding they tell me what subgenre a random metal band belongs to.

the winners of the contest are me & my friend M.M. the prizes are books -- a compilation of Hesse's Siddhartha & Steppenwolf and some imaginary tome of Faulkner's. (my subconscious loves namedropping, apparently.) M. chooses the Hesse book and I am a bit disappointed because I had wanted it (in real life i would have preferred faulkner!). i look inside the Faulkner book and there is a picture of a beautiful blue-walled estate with exquisite Gothic architecture, which takes up the majority of a small island. i am awed at its beauty. this is Faulkner's home, I understand; the island has some absurdly long and comically French name.

Total sleep time: 7 hrs

Dream recall method: obviously none

Note: Yup, I am getting completely de-fragmented

HI: A kind of seminar that just finishes. An old man with white hair comes to an older lady and gently pats her on the back

Fragment1: I am talking to a rasta guy and admire his dreadlocks. He begins an explanation of his grooming procedure. I want to make my hair like his but I think it will not hold in the shower.

Fragment2: I have made a good set of drawings with lots of info on LD. I put them on the window of my classroom but then try to hide them from most of my classmates because they won’t understand.

Fragment3: Something like a beach complex, other DCs are here as well. The water has flooded everything, and I see myself on the sand, in knee-high ocean water.

Sleep - 11:10pm/4:00am (Kept waking up every 20-30 minutes untill about this time)
Wake ups - A lot
Finial wake up - 9:40am

I am in a tubular room. It's not very big and i can barely stand up straight in it. Everything had a strange dark green emitting from it. At the far end of the tube was a heavy looking metal door. I walked over to it and tried to open it but it was locked. I turned around and looked at what was in the room. The room was mostly empty apart from a small shelf to the right of me. A hole appeared in the roof about a meter from me. A thick black sludge poured out of it. I heard a voice above me that said "Theres food". The hole closed and the green glow on everything turned into a darker colour.

Dream 1(fragment):

I recall some metallic structure or area, maybe spaceship of some kind.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was in the forest and i was searching for some people who were knowing about something i needed to know. I was solving some puzzles that involved going from place to place and using some items.

I was on a mountain.
-Where am i?
Man-EVEREST MOUNTAIN!!!!
-Poo.Are yo....uuu....Yes Im on Everest mountain...
Man:I'm flying
-OOOh shut up!!!
Man:-Weeeeeee!!!!!
-Hey!I'ts a plane!I will go in the plane.
*Walking(me)*.Man went to me.He had a bomb.*Putting the bomb in the plane*
-WHHHAAT!!!!What are you doing noob??!!?!?!!
Man:Nothing...
-Nothing?!Do you want to kill me?Wait...wait...wait.On Everest it's cold,and I'm not cold...IT'S A DREAM!!!!
OOOOOOOOOOH thank you God!You help me!GRRRRRR!I will activating the bomb,hehe!
But the mountain has desappeared.
(Scream)me:-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!
*Waking up*UGH!Huh It was a dream,it was a dream...

Woke up from today's nap with just a single fragment... oh well, better than nothing. Should be better next time.

I recall some kind of dark indoors place.

#1 - Dreamed about houses. Creepy houses that bothered me for some reason. The house we were in had a pool in the back that looked like a grave, and was full of black water. For some reason, the woman I was living with in the dream drove her ancient beater car into the pool to sink it.

#2 - Dreamed about a girl who looked like Bella from Twilight (I hate Twilight). She was out in the wilderness with a group of other people, they were riding horses. Somebody attacked them, possibly stole some of their horses. An enormously fat gross guy, who had been a member of their group before and smelled awful, showed up on horseback and stole the remaining horse. He was pissed off at the girl because earlier he'd been walking with the group with his shirt off, but his back was really gross and had boils all over it, and she had yelled at him to put some damn clothes on. Anyway, she did locate another horse that had run off into the brush, but didn't have a saddle, so she had to improvise and ride without a saddle.

Then - same character, different setting - she and some other people are trying to get bikes out of a... grotto thing. It's a cave with a vertical shaft and a ramp and there are bikes hidden in there. Getting them up and out is tricky since the bottom of the cave has been flooded and they don't have any ropes or pulleys to work with.

i had another dream about this guy that was convicted of a crime and on death row who ended up being like 99 years old and he had this therapist who believed that he was innocent so they made this intricate plan to escape death, in my dream the death penalty was freezing to death very very quickly, they haul you into this room naked and this room was designed to be so cold that as soon as you enter you freeze to death but the guy lived through going in and the next thing they do is put you inside this metal door type thing and you freez to death inside that if your still alive but somehow the therapist snuck into the room and lived through the freezing also and took his place inside the door, and the guy on death row took over the therapists identity. later in the dream i found out that the therapist also somehow survived

I'm writing this hours after I woke up, so I don't remember too much, but

The earliest I can remember is when I'm already lucid and I'm standing in a hotel room with Cas, Sam and Dean. Cas is wearing clothes that are different from usual because he had recently gone undercover to find out some information (or something like that). I had already planned on traveling with The Doctor in a lucid dream, so I decided that I would go to the TARDIS and go ahead and bring along Team Free Will. I first ask Cas to change back to his regular clothes, and suddenly the clothes he was wearing are replaced with the usual. I'm impressed at that - I'm not very good at dream control, so I figured I'd have to turn around or something for it to happen. I reach toward the wall and make the motions of opening a door, which materializes a door as if it'd been there the whole time. However, instead of taking me to the TARDIS like I was expecting, I saw the room from behind, as if it was just a portal to the other side of the room.

Not yet ready to give up with this method, I might have tried once more before going to the center of the floor with the three guys standing around me and watching, and I crouched down and opened a trap door the same way, which had the same effect - i was seeing the room from the ceiling. I decided to go with another way of teleportation I knew about, and asked Dean to show me where the restrooms were, intending to go through the mirror. However, I realized as I followed him that there was only about half the usual amount of gravity, and I got distracted with that until I woke up.

In another dream that night, Sam and Dean were trapped in different universes, but could still hear each other talk (I think it was because they were in the same room, just split by universes and not space.) In the universe Sam was in, everything was mostly the same except that everyone was a video game character, including him. He was Wreck-It Ralph (which sort of counts - he's from a fictional video game, after all). Although I think he may have been a sort of young Wreck-It Ralph (which would make sense, since I'd been looking at some drawings yesterday of Ralph and Venelope with switched ages). They decided that to get to each other/the same universe, they should jump through the same window at the same time (they're not on the first floor). Before they do, something happens, but I don't remember what. Somehow Sam/Ralph get's trapped holding onto a floating log in the middle of a brown river.

At some point, I'm Chell from Portal 2, doing something like expecting a Hotel room or a whole Hotel, which was brighter and cleaner than the hotel that Sam, Dean, and Cas were in.

I'm not sure if I was ever not lucid for any of this, but I'll check the box, because I'm not sure.

all i remember from the dream was riding my dirtbike somewhere and i remember being in this lake that had an island in the middle of it and all the water in it was going around in a circle like a whirlpool and it seemed like i didnt have to fight the current very hard, and my brother was there for some reason and i stood up in the water that i thought was deep but i stood up and it was only like a foot deep where i was, then i walked up onto the island and woke up

I'm standing outside my childhood home in Massachusetts, the front lawn isn't as long. It's a bright lush green. The trees that stand between my house and the neighbor's are impossibly tall, like a wall instead of woods. A girl meets me outside, we talk a little bit.
"Strange things happen around here sometimes, though." She says.
"What do you mean? Seemed ordinary to me."
She laughs at me, "You really don't remember?"
"What?"
She tells me that when I was sixteen I disappeared for four days without warning and then reappeared unexpectedly with no memory that I had gone, that for the four days I was missing strange things happened, centered around a carved wooden chest. Somehow the idea that I can't even remember any of the events surrounding that deeply disconcerts me.
"We found it again you know. It came back." She makes the chest sound like a living thing.
"Can I see it?"
She leads me into the house across the street. It's dark inside, but I can hear people moving around. In the dining room that connects the kitchen and the living room is the chest. I come around the corner, following the girl. She shines a flashlight onto the floor near the chest, drawing my focus to the light. I give her instructions to change where the beam falls. She is being dense about it, finally it shines near the foot of the chest.
I'm actually surprised by how vivid it looks, how real. It stand out from the dream like a real photograph next to an animated one. Live against the darkness. I start to feel a kind of buzzing, it's low and frightening and sets my teeth on edge. The box stands open. It is golden mahogany. The latch is broken. The lid stands open a few inches. There is a double-chevron pattern repeated 8 times, 4 each on either side of the square center emblem that I can't remember. I really don't want to look at it. The girl grins at me in the dark.
"Do you want to see what's inside?" She takes out a stack of chips. They look like dull dented metal and bone, with carvings on the front. "We can play the same games you played before."
I shake my head and back away. I hear the clack of the chips as she sets them on the floor, one by one. It jars me awake. I'm having a faint case of sleep paralysis. I feel heavy and keep trying to doze off. I move my head every time I start to drift because I can feel myself returning to that room with the chest. I finally manage to turn over instead of just move my head, and when I fall back asleep I'm sitting in a folding chair in a wide alley. The chairs are in two groups with an aisle down the middle. Seven rows of five on each side of the aisle.
Christina Aguilera dances into the alley with her body guards, wearing a black fedora, a white halter top with black suspenders with black shorts, fishnets and tall spike-heel black boots. The music starts and she dances quick impressive steps, I can tell she's lip syncing but it doesn't bother me, it seems she would have to choose between singing and dancing and this number is all about the dance. It becomes more clear she's lip syncing when the recording keeps going and she skips moving her mouth on a part.
An idiot across the aisle looks surprised and says "I THINK SHE'S LIP SYNCING!"
I roll my eyes. Someone else mentions she looks good for being 40...o.O