non-lucid

Randomly, not much recall today.

I was in some sort of weird surreal place made of many colors, and i was helping someone and then we were fighting with something while searching for an item of some kind.

I remember something about being in a war maybe? and in a dream before that i was on a boat, and i was another person, i was a woman (i am a man) i was one of my moms friends and i killed one of my ex boyfriends for hurting my daughter. and i was trying to escape. sorry for the lack of detail.. i should have wrote this a little earlier when my memory was more clear

3/22/13

3. I am back at the Lake. I am in a car. My dad is bashing my head against the dashboard. I scream, but he doesn't stop. I run and hide from him, but my blood trail gives it away. I tell my friend to call the police, but she just helps me run through the woods. My dad is chasing me. I stop and see that my mom is dead, but I spit on her body. The DC friend is crying. We run until we get out, and we go to school the next day in the dream. We have to go on a field trip to the Lake, but we see the car with the door open where my dad disappeared. No one else notices. We get to the Lake. It has split off into a waterfall. If I was lucid, I would have known that the Marsh was near there. There is a machine that brings wooden slits across water in a diagonal grid. When they reach the end, the slits open up into body-sized squares. We have to jump into it to go down. I am a little nervous, but I go down. The chaperone tells me to meet the other DC in the water tube. I am confused, but then I realize that I have scuba gear on. I talk to the kid. He begins to respond, but we unexpectedly fall out of the water tube and onto a floor. We are separated from the rest. I see white halls, and realize that it is in a hospital. It looks abandoned. There is a wheel chair and a lot of trash scattered across the floor. We cannot get back up to the lake. I tell the DC that when I used to visit the Lake, it was haunted. He becomes scared, and I see a dead raven.

I am at my grandmas house, mom and grandma are outside talking, my sister leans out from the living room window and tell them that there is someone behind them, we look and it's a young girl in a yellow and black uniform. Then we hear more people and look to the outside of the fence and there's a few more girls in uniform riding horses. Me my sister and grandma get into a van while my mom drives it, I can't sit in a seat properly for some reason so I'm sprawled on the floor with my lower half on the seat, and I have quarters that fall and roll around because my mom can't drive right. I suddenly notice that grandma is gone, I ask my mom where did she go, my mom says she was dropped off at the store to buy my sister stuff. I also then notice the van door on my side is wide open and my mom is driving pretty fast, I see her wallet is by me with her important cards and stuff, I think I hope none of her stuff fell out, but I grab her wallet and hand it to her.

DJ Log: March 18, 2013 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm walking with a group of people through a wooded park in the middle of a city. It seems to be early in the morning, as there is just barely enough light to see our way. We're walking along shooting the shit and I can just see a large field which has a sign stating “Recreational Area – Public Access”. We continue walking and come to the edge of the park and arrive at a building.

We walk into the building and go up a set of stairs to the second floor. We walk into a small office and find a 3D topographical map on a table in the center of the room. I look at the map and I can find the trail we walked on in the park earlier.

DJ Log: March 17, 2013 – 9:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am at an military surplus store with a friend I haven't seen in a long time. We're at the register lane and are looking at all the things on the shelves near the front. There is an aisle end cap which has shirts and pants on it. As we slowly move along the line, we see another end cap which has some tactical vests on it. I pick out one which has some large pockets on it. My friend picks up a different one, saying that he wants it because it has a pocket large enough for a machete.

DJ Log: March 17, 2013 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am at a large college at some kind of meeting in the common grounds between all of the buildings. As I'm talking with a group of people, someone throws a wine bottle from a window and it crashes to the ground and breaks. I look up and see a window open on the 3rd or 4th floor. It looks like there is some kind of party going on there. I think that the bottle throwing was kind of fucked up, but we just keep going about our business.

Just a few moments later, another bottle comes flying from the sky and crashes onto the ground. I jump away from the building and see someone closing the window on the 3rd floor above us. He sees me and backs away from the window quickly.

I walk over to a vending area on the edge of the common grounds looking for some kind of security personnel. Without success, I tell the cashier what happened and that something has to be done about this. I ask her how to get ahold of security or whatever. She said she doesn’t know. I ask her if she could find out and she just looks at me funny. I tell her that if nobody will do anything about it, I am going to go upstairs and throw everyone at that party out the window.

DJ Log: March 17, 2013 – 3:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm walking around in a large shopping mall with my brother looking for a specific pair of Wrangler jeans. We check out a couple of stores through their front window, then walk toward a Sears. I say, “Let's go in here.” As we walk through the mall corridor, I see that there is no 'grand entrance' into Sears, but only a single small door. I open the door and we both appear in the middle of the store like we just teleported or something.

I walk toward a display rack full of jeans and see that there are no Wrangler jeans on it. I walk over toward a corner of the store where I somehow remember there being a shelf of jeans, but there is nothing there but some seasonal items on the shelves. I walk to another area and find some more jeans, but they're not what we're looking for.

DJ Log: February 28, 2013 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm hanging out with a few people in a room. We all have pistols and are working on them, installing laser sights and such. I have a large pistol on my right side and a magazine pouch on the left side. I sit down at a small table in the middle of the room and look around for a moment to see some of the guys playing with their phones and some working on their guns.

I pull my pistol out of the holster and start messing with it. One of the other guys sitting at the table is working in his too. He's showing me some things he just put on it, a laser and some other things. Mine has a large viewfinder like a video camera on the top of it. While I'm pointing it around the room, everything in the room appears on the screen. With a slight twist of the wrist, I can see behind people. And a small button on the trigger guard shows things behind walls.

Another guy walks up and shows me a large scope he just put on his pistol. I asked him why he would put a scope on a pistol, but he didn't answer. He just puts it in the holster and sits back down on the couch.

I look back at my pistol and there is some kind of a video game on the screen. So, I am playing a video game on my pistol sight and some of the others are playing games on their phones.

(Note: This one was recorded quite a while after awakening, so a lot of detail seems to have been lost.)

DJ Log: February 18, 2013 – 9:15AM (USA Eastern)
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A friend asked me for an application of some sort to load onto his laptop. I hand him a floppy disk and he gives me a funny look, then tells me that he doesn't have a floppy drive. He asks me if I have a Zip disk, so I look back at my desk and see that a Zip disk has appeared beside my laptop. I put the disk in my drive and looked to see what was on it before I handed it to him. There were a couple of pictures on it, so I move them to my Desktop before copying files onto the disk. When I press the eject button, I suddenly wake up.

DJ Log: February 15, 2013 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding in a U-Haul truck with my parents and my brother. We're driving around in a town where some of my relatives live. We stop by a large farm supply store and my Dad wants to get a whole pallet of wood shims. I can't figure out why he wants so many of them, so I just wander aimlessly around the store.

I end up talking with a lady who breeds dogs. She points to a large kennel in the corner of the store and says, “I've been building this breed for 30 years now and they're perfect.” I walk with her to check out the dogs and end up picking out the only male in the kennel. It's a medium-sized dog with brown wiry hair. The lady hands me the end of the leash and says, “That'll be $250.” I say, “Thanks”, then I walk toward the checkout area. When I find my dad at the cash register, the cashier scans the dog with the bar code reader and it comes up as $1,000 and some change. I say to myself, “It must have been the wood shims or something.” as I leave the store. As I'm walking out of the store. The dog stops and says, “I gotta go over here and take care of some business.”, so I walk the dog around the side of the store and he takes a poo in the grass.

I start walking with the dog down the road away from the store. As we're walking, the dog starts walking faster, taking up all of the slack in the leash. I start walking a bit faster, then I hover slightly above the ground and just let the dog pull me along. The dog starts running full speed and I'm in tow, hovering a few inches off the ground. We're hauling ass down a road and suddenly, the dog gets the leash tangled up in a tree that's sticking out of the middle of the road. I suddenly stop, then float over and try to untangle the leash from the tree. The dog runs around the tree a few times and makes quite a mess out of the tangle.

After a bit of struggle, I manage to get the leash untangled from the tree. The dog and I start running back up the road, noticing that it's starting to get dark outside. I pull my phone out of my pocket and call my brother, asking him to pick us up once they're done loading the truck. He asks where we are at, so I look around a bit and see that I'm standing in front of my aunt's house. I turn and look down the street again and I wake up.

DJ Log: February 10, 2013 – 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm hanging out on the back deck with a bunch of relatives. I look up at the sky and see some strange black and gray clouds with red outlines around them. They almost look like they were drawn with crayons or maybe something from a video game. As I watch, they are growing larger and are filling the sky quickly. I quickly decide to retrieve my camera from the car which is just as the bottom of the steps from the deck. I open the door and grab my camera bag from the seat.

I run back up to the deck and pull out the camera. I power it on and pull off the lens cap, then aim for the sky and press the shutter button halfway to see if auto-focus will work. The built-in flash pops up, so I lower the camera and check the flash settings. I turn off the flash and try again only to have the flash fire before I am even done aiming the camera. I check the settings again and see that the flash is on 'Auto', so I turn it off again. When I raise the camera again, the auto-focus is just hunting and will not lock onto the clouds. I switch to 'Manual' and try again only to have auto-focus kick in just before the shutter triggered.

DJ Log: February 9, 2013 – 6:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm visiting with the folks, trying to sleep on a roll-away cot on the living room floor. The house is right next to a truck stop or some type of fueling station. I can see a truck parked at the edge of the lot closest to the house. I reach over and press the reset button on the computer because the screen keeps coming up blank white. Suddenly, a voice speaks from my Bluetooth headset which is laying on the desk. I turn off the headset and he's still talking. I pull the battery out of the phone and the voice continues. I get up and throw the headset across the room, then I see the guy standing in front of the window.

As I'm standing there trying to figure out what's going on, my folks wake up and walk through the room, talking about some kind of sandwiches that they're making in the oven. I follow them through the kitchen area, then I walk out into the other room. When I look up, I see the guy standing in front of the window. He reaches up and opens the window and climbs in while retrieving a small .22 revolver from his pocket and starts to walk back the hallway toward the bedrooms. I snatch the gun from his hand and fire the two rounds that were in it at him. He falls face-down on the floor. I yell to my dad, “Give me a gun.” and he hands me a junky old gun that doesn't work. Again I yell, “Give me a loaded gun that works.” He hands me a single bullet which I load into the gun. I walk up to the guy and shoot him in the back of his head. The bullet leaves a little mark on his head, but doesn't really do much of anything. I struggle with the gun for a moment to try and get another bullet into the chamber. It looks like a revolver, but it has a canister of bullets on the side kind of like a paintball gun. I try and shake a round into the chamber, but it just doesn't want to work right.

My dad walks out of the bedroom and as he passes, I tell him that I made a mess in the living room. He replies, “Like, OK...” I say, “What are we going to do with this?” He says, “I guess we'll have to carry him outside somewhere.” He walks up and looks in the room, looks around for a bit, then keeps on walking. As he walks by the body, he says, “You didn't get him in the head, you shot him in the face.” I said, “No, I shot him in the back of the fucking head, but this junky-ass gun didn't really work.”

Becoming a bit aggravated, I tear the canister off the side of the gun and manually load the revolver chambers. I walk back to the guy and shoot him In the head again several times. I say, “I think I got him this time.”, then I wake up.

First time recalling fragments since my last lucid dream. I still have no idea what caused my dream recall to completely fail. Nevertheless, its seems to have come back.

So I had a couple fragments, but most of them don't really seem to mean much. They are really blurry, but I do remember them.

The Cat-Killing Demon.

So in my household, we have three cats. (In real life) Cash, an overweight cat with white and black fur. He is the oldest of our cats, I think he is seven or eight. Alana, who is about four years old has dark tabby markings. And Ti, who is less than a year old has a kind of dark spotted fur coat. All of these cats from my house were in this dream, as well as this new cat. (Specific to the dream, I've never seen this cat in real life.) I think it was a female with a sort of pale orange coat.
And the new orange cat had gotten its head cut off and we were looking at the scene. I wasn't really disturbed by it for some reason. This veterinarian came over and told me that there are sometimes these spirits that come into people's houses and kill people's cats by cutting off their heads.
He somehow reattached the orange cats' head and said that the cat would live anywhere from a few more hours to a few more months before it died.

Now one random note for this dream. The fact that I wasn't disturbed by this otherwise gruesome scene. I knew that this wasn't something right about it. Perhaps I was just a little bit lucid in this dream, enough to know that it wasn't real.

Fragment

I was playing the first world in the first pikmin game. The only thing different was that there was snow everywhere and all of the plants were dead.

Fragment

Something about me playing on a minecraft server. I was looking for a place to build, but people had placed signs everywhere saying that they had claimed land.

Fragment

Somebody was teaching me about some ancient tribe and relaying beautiful imagery of the tribe migrating through a mountain range that was covered in forests.

Fragment

Riding a huge cargo elevator down a circular concrete shaft.

I am thinking of arranging some goals for myself. I want to get into a more regular routine of lucid dreaming, make it more of a priority. I want to start lucid dreaming more often, perhaps once or twice a week, having a good lucid dream.
I will lay out some more specific goals in the days to come, but I know that I want to raise my skills.. I also want to do some more organized work with WILDs.

03-24-2013 -- A barely remembered fragment about an underground hospital and being sent to the morgue to collect somebody or something, then I find myself walking on Crescent Avenue, headed toward Dale. I am just walking past the nursery when I run into two friends from the Tampa, Florida area. Let's call them TJ and TJ. Male and female, they are a couple, and they seem to be talking about a street they are referring to as Luther, and talking about all the crazy drivers.

I get involved in the discussion, and ask if they are talking about Martin Luther King Jr Avenue over in St Petersburg, also known as Highway 19 [Actually, it is located a few streets over from Highway 19, but dreams ... what can you do?], and they say they are. We discuss the street, and how it is made up of a bunch of streets that were originally separate, and then grew together, and all the bad drivers and accidents and stuff that happen there.

Part of the discussion is about how they keep doing more and more construction, adding overpasses and off-ramps that are slowly changing this surface street into more and more of an actual freeway [true thing that is happening with Highway 19 in St Petersburg area], and somehow as we are talking, the female TJ has traveled over there, stolen a hot sports car, driven it up and down that highway, wrecked it, and gotten back to where we are talking, all in a minute or two.

Unfortunately, she has been followed by the person she has stolen the car from, who is a rich millionaire playboy with criminal tendancies, kind of a cross between Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark, and a mob boss. He and his enforcer (who looks like the Obadiah Stane from the Iron Man movie) have come to find us, determined to kill TJ.

She accepts responsibility for her actions, and makes no excuses for what she did, but she does not plan to let them kill her without a fight, and she has this very cute guilty expression, and a very hot body. Between her looks, attitude, and acceptance of responsibility, I am really falling for her. Her boyfriend, the other TJ, runs off, and the Obadiah character pulls out a needle, now planning to drug her and have nasty sorts of fun with her because she dares to resist them.

The boss doesn't really care all that much about the car, he just can't let people be seen to walk all over him. He also wants me to come to work for him. But as the Obadiah thug threatens TJ, I can't help but get involved. I grab the thug and toss him a few feet to keep him away from TJ, and tell the boss that I have no problems with him, and could work for him, showing incredible loyalty ... but only if he leaves TJ alone.

The thug doesn't like it, but the boss doesn't much care, and seems interested, but first he is trying to finish up a phone call. In the meantime, I have stuck TJ in a kind of a shield or cage that keeps her safe from the thug, and under control. The boss has finished his phone call, and we are just reaching to shake hands when his daughter (who looks just like Thea from Arrow) comes running up.

She screams that this isn't right, and I can't do this, and I ought to be with her, not TJ, and throws herself at me. I shove her back a couple of feet, but she throws herself at me again. I shove her more powerfully, and she is right back at me. This time I grab her arm, and spin her around myself three or four times, building up more and more momentum until I throw her against a wall maybe 20 feet away. She collapses, but struggles back to her feet and comes at me again. I turn to her father, who seems bored and unconcerned, and asks him how long it will take her to get the message. He tells me another twelve to fifteen times of throwing her against the wall, and she might get the message! Dang!