non-lucid

This dream was about a dreamviews thread on what are the odds this is a dream! Completely non-lucid and no sense of self - I was "reading" not participating.

Here is a fragment of my dream thread - there actually were user names but I forgot which:

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[user1] This is not a dream, not weird enough.
[user2] Ah but we are not aware of all that is going on - not remembering all. If we backfill for all missing data points, then there is so much weirdness, that chances are high this is a dream!
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First of all, a dream in which a DC says/writes that chances are high that it is a dream, that's beautiful! Now, why couldn't I also have some self-awareness to allow me to make the small leap from that to lucidity?

I know which thread triggered this! Gab yesterday wrote something like "let's face it our waking life is not weird enough, so we may need to pretend that it is" and I responded that I disagree that in my opinion life is plenty of weird, we just don't stop to question it most of the time, and don't notice how weird it is. In my dream the conversation was not between gab and JoannaB but it might as well have been. Fascinating, the only time I have successfully had an LD thus far after returning to this hobby was also triggered by DV interaction with gab. I think I will ask gab whether she would be willing to be my mentor or something, since obviously my dream self has a strong correlation between gab and lucidity or almost lucidity! Gab is my LD muse! Here is a link to the thread: http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lu...correctly.html (gab's post is #17 and my response is #18, and this is definitely what this dream is based on!)

Another element of this dream, the backfilling for missing data to get adjusted statistics which may change the whole picture of what the data shows - this was triggered by a work problem I was working on this week! It's neat to see where such ideas in my dreams originated from in real life.

I'm in a really loud dressing room. People are running around. It's madness. Men and women are getting me dressed, fixing my hair and doing my make up. They push me to the runway. I can see through the curtain. There are hundreds of people watching the show. Before I walk out, a woman looks me over one last time. I get the ok and now I'm walking. I smile and look at everyone. I know that after this they will all regret hurting me. I am a model. They get to watch me. I make it to the end of the runway and twirl to show off my dress. I then start walking back, smiling the whole way. Before I go behind the curtain again, I twirl one more time and wave to the crowd. I am happy.

I'm walking in Grandma's back yard. It's bigger and looks like a forest. Scott McCall is standing next to me. We start walking for a bit. He stops, grabs my arm and turns me around to face him. He says that we should split up so that we won't get caught. I agree and we go in different directions. I walk for a few minutes and come across a trailer. The door to the trailer opens and Chris Colfer walks out. He smiles at me and we hug. We go inside. I sit on an old sofa and he begins to pace in front of me. He starts crying and picks up a picture frame. I get up from the sofa and look at it. It's a picture of him as a kid and an old woman. I take the picture and set it down. I pull him into my arms and he cries while holding on to me tightly. I close my eyes and when I open them again, I'm back outside in front of a large shed. I open it and it's full of toys. I notice that there is a small path through the toys leading to the back of the shed. I start to walk towards the path but I stop. I see a huge bed in the back. On the bed I see a woman. She is older, but I can't tell how old. Her hair is a vibrant red. I'm not sure if she is asleep or dead. I stare at her.

The only thing I remember about this morning's dreams was something about recordings, mom and dad, and a town or something/a game??

Yesterday's dreams...

Dream 1:

- I was talking/arguing to dad about religion, specifically about how Paganism was infused in everything.
- Dad and someone else were going to ride on an oven pan (lol wat), but I needed it and was hoping they'd be done with it soon. I wondered how they'd fit on it, but I got an image in my head showing that they could fit a foot side by side.
- I was walking in the woods when I stumble across a group of bears huddled together. I freeze and drop down into a pile of leaves and stuff, but they've already noticed me. I remember that I should keep totally still.
- I'm cuddling up with the bears and they're talking to me, totally harmless.

Dream 2: I'm floating from sandbar to sandbar on a beach and collecting lost items from old campers. I'm a bit scared and sad as I think about what might have happened to the people who lost them. What the water's depths might be hiding. [I still remember that feeling, looking down into the deep water.]

When I reach the end, I step over and into a house with the stuff. The cats are sleeping in a cat bed or something down the hall and I get really worried about them getting outside and lost, so I make sure the door is really secure.

(I've lost some of the details since I didn't type this up sooner or try and remember them better.)

I'm walking down a long, white hall way. It reminds me of a hospital. At the end of the hall is a huge room that looks like an office space. It's filled with desks and papers and people. I see Stiles. He's running frantically around the room and talking to people. I leave the room and go into a diner-like room. It's not too crowded, which makes me happy. I walk up to a long table and Rem (my cat) is sitting on it, watching me. I start petting him and he purrs and relaxes. I look away from Rem and the whole room is staring at me in shock. I know that no one else but me could touch Rem. I feel proud. I decide that I'm hungry and get into the food line. There is an order window and I look at the menu hanging above it. I really want a burger and fries. I get seriously annoyed when they tell me that they don't have cheese. A boy walks up to me and starts apologizing. He says that he's sorry and that he'll be happy to help me in any way he can. I say okay and he gets in line behind me. When I'm about to order, Stiles gets in front of me. He tells me that he's scared and he wants to go home. I smile and tell him that everything is okay. He smiles back and turns toward the window to order. I grab his hand and we both relax.

Stiles Stilinski and I are walking fast out of an apartment complex. He's holding my hand and we hurry to the parking lot. We walk up to a light blue, 50's-looking car. The doors are open and it looks like it was broken into. Stiles tells me to get in and I do. He starts the car and we speed away. We end up in my old house on Almond Drive, but the inside is my Uncle's house. My dad is there. I walk up to him and punch him really hard in the face. I then leave the house and start running down the street. Someone, a man, is chasing me. I can't see his face and he's right behind me. I finally stop and fall to the ground in front of a group of people. I recognize some of them. I turn around and the man is right in my face. I close my eyes. When I open them again a few seconds later, Stiles and I are in the Almond Drive house kitchen, staring at a fish tank. We are watching a beautiful white cat with blue eyes. He's swimming and looking at us. I know that the cat is still too young. But as soon as he is old enough, I will take him from the tank and keep him. Stiles agrees. And then we are back at the apartment complex. We are leaving in a hurry again. Stiles is holding my hand tighter and we are walking faster. I look behind me and there is a woman staring at us from a balcony. It makes me horribly uneasy. Stiles notices her too and hurriedly pulls me into the same old car. We speed away.

I'm running down a street with someone. It's a street that I know. I can't see the persons face. We slow down and are walking together, keeping very close. I am constantly looking around me. A black SUV drives past us and then slows down. I instantly get a bad feeling and grab the person's hand. We start running. We cut across yards and jump over fences until we are lost. I see a closed off, square place with a little opening. I pull the person inside with me. The walls around us are concrete and no one can see us. I sit in a corner, away from the opening, with my legs spread open. I pull the person down in between my legs, their back against my chest and my arms tightly around their waist. My chin rests on their shoulder and the person relaxes into me. We wait for a while in silence. A black dog then walks into the small space and looks at us. He comes close and starts licking our faces. I pet the dog.

I'm walking around my old middle school campus. It's dark and lightly raining. My little sister is at my side and we are walking quickly to the portable classrooms. Someone catches our attention and we decide to follow them. They go into the girl's bathroom. The Bathroom is brightly lit, a bit unnaturally it seems. Even so I am still unable to see the person's face. From the figure, I hear a male voice. He says that what we seek is right across from the bathroom entrance. Immediately, I leave the bathroom and walk to a well lit portable. I go inside. It is large and square. Except for the entrance wall, the other walls are lined with clothes racks. I turn around and notice that my sister is no longer with me. I know that someone bad is coming close, so I go into the racks and hide between the clothes. A Japanese school girl that resembles Sailor Moon, runs into the room. I know she is looking for me and I'm afraid. She runs around the racks and then runs outside. I feel safe with her gone and I know that she can't see me. I get up and step out of the clothing racks. On one of the racks I spot a small, black jean jacket. It's old, faded and covered with little gold studs. While I'm looking at it, my sister appears in the doorway and tells me to hurry. We have to go fast. I look at my sister and then back at the jacket. I have to take it with me. It feels really important. I take the jacket off of it's hanger and my sister and I walk out of the classroom. Suddenly I'm in a department store. I feel relaxed and I'm looking around for something. I walk up to a mirror and stop to look at my face. I am Stiles Stilinski. A hand touches my shoulder, so I turn around. Scott McCall and my sister are looking at me. Derek Hale's hand rests on my shoulder. They are all looking at the jacket now. I lift it up a bit and show them. Derek looks at me again and tells me that it's too small. I already know. I hug the jacket close and walk around the store with it. Scott, Derek and my sister follow me around. I say, "It is sad." I tell them that she is too big. She is too big and now she can't wear the jacket. I stop walking and look at the jacket. I try to put it on but it disappears. I turn to Derek and he has a small smile on his face. He says, "Come on, Stiles". He takes my hand and leads me to a pyramid of candy. I stare at it and Derek walks away. I dig through my pockets but I have no money. I feel a bit upset, but I grab something anyway and walk to a register. Derek is already there and in his hands is a small, white and rectangular box. It says "orange" on it, I think. I move closer to get a better look. He sees me trying to get a better look and quickly hides it behind his back, smirking all the while. I laugh and step closer to him. He grabs my hand.

I was laying face down on a beach. I realized that someone was standing over me, I turned around and it was PW. She was smiling at me, and she was really pretty. She had her hair up in a ponytail, with small black hoop earrings, and a black & white stripe t-shirt.

I was at a club and I told his girl that I've never done something before. She asked me if I'll like to now and I told her yes. She dragged me out of the place to another section of the building. It was an open space, with a stage with two sets of chair on each side. There was already an audience in front of us. Two people came up to us and we switched partners. I ended up with the guy and she with the girl. I got really nervous and sweaty, with my heart beating fast. --- I was at the third level of the building. I walked downstairs to the second and it was dark, and the first level was just as dark too. There were no lights, except for the moon shine coming through the windows. I spot the main entrance but I remembered coming through a side door. I found the side door and opened it. It leads outside but I wasn't on ground floor. I walked on a railing attached to the wall. I got to the other side, with a glass door to another building. There was a table with a vase of flower behind the door. I manged to get inside cause the door opens toward me. I don't remember climbing over or under the table. This building is just as dark as the other. I appeared on second floor, and found a gleam of golden light while looking around. I then remembered that AA and I got a room in this hotel/mansioni. I felt so relieved while walking toward it. I went inside the room to find AA sleeping in bed. I thought to take a shower before sleeping, but I was really crept out, and saw sleeping as the safest thing to do. AA suddenly sat up with open eyes but fell back down right away. I then remembered the hotel's haunted. fml. I heard a sound at the end table. I looked toward it and found a tiny golden frame square with a picture inside it. The picture was in the style of a tarot card. I got a bad feeling and picked it up. I was feeling the square when a set of card came out. The blank side (with a logo) was facing up. I laid the cards out one by one on the bed, a total of around 10 cards. I flipped them over one by one but I got up for some reason before I was finished. When I turned back around to sit down, the cards were back on their blank side.

I recalled only one dream and I got to be quick about it. It's been a busy night for us.

3:41AM

My wife, kids, mom and I tresspass in some random persons in-ground swimming pool. We swim a while but then a storm comes and it starts raining really hard. I was going to continue to swim but it starts lightning so we all get out. I try to cover all trace that we were there. I find pool toys and a pair of flip-flops of my daughters in the water. I get out and notice everyone is gone. I am wet and need to change in the car. I see a white minivan that we apparently rode in. I imagine trying to change in the minivan and I see myself trashing around in it. I decide that looks to be no good.

I walk around to the front and see everyone is going in the house. Apparently the owners where home the whole time and they invite us in. I am shocked that they had the nerve to ask. I go inside and there is a small boy staring at me. Then my WBTB alarm wakes me.

I haven't actively been trying to induce lucid dreams, and I've been too distracted to really focus on my lucid activities, so my recall this week is pretty terrible. It'll improve once I'm less tired and distracted.

I recall one dream from last night.

I was with my mom, aunt, and brother. We were looking for a restaurant to eat at. We found one past a mall (in real life, the mall was long ago turned into a mega-church), and it was a donut shop. It was always late night in this dream.

The donuts were the best donuts. The. Best. Donuts. I have ever had, either asleep or awake. They were Krispy Kreme style donuts and they were so super amazing that my aunt, mother, and I kept going back to the little donut shop. Their special was something called a "Southern Treat" which is a thing that exists in real life. It's a hamburger put between two donuts and fried. In real life, I think that's disgusting. In the dream, it was the most appetizing looking thing in the world, but I kept forgetting to buy one every time we went to the shop.

It wasn't a lucid dream, but I never eat in my dreams - ever - and one of my goals has been to eat something in a dream. I guess it doesn't 100% count since I wasn't lucid but at least my brain's on-task even when I'm not.

Dream fragment 1:I'm sitting on the floor next to my uncle, we are both wearing shorts, he shows me his thigh and armpit hair trying to make me jealous, it's all thick and in dreadlocks 12 inches out and dark brown. I look down at my legs and armpit and laugh and tell him "whatever dude", because I didn't want dreads coming off my legs and out my armpit.

Dream fragment 2:I'm just hanging out with my friends in front of my house, and suddenly I know I'm pregnant, I just know it some how, but I freak out because that's impossible, I didn't have sex with a man so wtf. I call my mom on my cellphone and tell, I tell her I would never get an abortion, but I also don't want it so I tell her either my sister has to take it or my mom take it and my mom says no problem, she'll take it. So I am now in the house staring out the window, I'm not aloud out for some reason I guess because I'm pregnant and I'm bummed. Then my grandma comes over and my mom just changes everything we agreed on, she tells my grandma that I have to keep the baby and raise it and I get angry because I don't want it. And I just felt left out from everything and I didn't ask for it

Woke up with a strong feeling of confusion for some reason...

I recall some kind of building, something about some secret agency and something about recording videos.

I was in Oia, finding Plague (from Good Omens). When we found him, we took him with us. J and T were there, as well as Famine (also from Good Omens) and two dogs. The dogs got lost between Oia and the factory. We were driving a golf cart, and I desperately needed to find B to give her a blood transfusion. She was in a factory/warehouse setting, with an upper catwalk and a lower courtyard. The lower courtyard was full of convicts at work and we had to make our way through without angering or upsetting anyone. Once we had navigated the courtyard, I was upstairs with two (for lack of a better word) leprechauns. One was trying to prevent me from reaching B, and one was fighting for me to get through. Eventually, I was able to slip past them and reach B, who was in a veterinary clinic and needed blood, as she was giving it to someone else. I was worried because I didn't know my blood type and I was afraid she wouldn't be able to take my blood, but the doctor who was on hand reassured me and hooked me up to the machine. Then I woke up.

(...) I had fallen asleep at a train station in the dream and when I wake up I am somewhere else and the first person I see to my left is my guru. He is in some sort of public appearance... It is still fuzzy to me what is going on. Or eyes cross but I can't tell if he recognizes me. I look to my right and there is an entourage of lamas and monks. Then he gets up and everybody else does the same. He moves towards me and says "Hi (my name)! I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?". "Oh, you remember me!", "Off course, silly." Then he puts his right hand over my right shoulder and grabs my left wrist with his left hand and walks with me for a while. I feel his warmth and notice my icy hands. While he is asking me questions I cannot help to feel extremely hot and cold at the same time. At first I ignore, but it becomes so extreme I cannot continue the conversation and I wake up . My body is icy cold, but I am completely drenched in sweat.

(...) I am walking through a park when some guy asks me to take pictures of him doing kung fu poses to send to his friends back home. I agree and then three more people join him, apparently part of the same tour group, making poses for the pics. I relish their skills and they introduce me to their master. It's an extremely amiable old chinese man. I tell him I am now learning martial arts in real life, but kenpo not kung fu. He says that's nice and offers to teach me some signature moves from his school. He demonstrates as he attacks me, but he is kind enough to do it gently and instead of hitting me full force he says "bam, now I hit you in the head.", etc. Unlike the kung fu fights I was used to play in my dreams, now the fights feel extremely realistic. Then he asks me to attack him and show what I know. I feel a bit embarassed, but instinctively apply a series of kicks and punches which he defends with ease. He looks amused at my inexperience but not so much with the last kick, which actually surprises him. He says he wasn't expecting that, since it is a more advanced move. I said I had learned it already and then he exchanges some remarks with another chinese guy. He says that they know the move but teach a version of it to only the more advanced students."