non-lucid

03/18/13

Line of Eld
I am in front of a lot of people, but at least I am not alone there. There are other people there with me, and I recognize them right away, or I recognize most of them. MoSh, Roland, Jake, Eddie, Susanna… all the people from the Dark Tower group. I am not fully lucid, so I don't realize what is going on right away. Roland steps forward and introduces himself. Eddie goes next, stating he is from the line of Eld and the ka-tet of 19. I am not sure what it means, but it seems that is what everyone wants to hear. They want to hear that we are all from the line of Eld so they know we are all gunslingers. I wonder if I should say it, too, even though I don't believe I have any connection to the line of Eld… Susan introduces herself with a curtsy instead of a bow, but also states she is from the line of Eld. Roland indicates MoSh should go next, so MoSh follows suit with the others and follows the pattern by saying he is from the line of Eld. I wonder if he has reason to think he really is or if he is lying just as I am about to lie… Roland is talking to Jake, but he indicates I should go next, I am not sure entirely what to say… so keep it simple. I give my name and say I am from the line of Eld, I say that with a straight face and no one calls me out on it so I guess it doesn't sound as fake to them as it does to me… and with the ka-tet of 19, I drop a curtsy using my Assassin robes since I am not actually wearing a skirt. People are still responding positively, and my introduction goes off unquestioned. Jake introduces himself, then he puts Oy down… and the billy bumbler steps forward, gives a bow, introduces himself… "Oy… Eld… Thankee…" which everyone finds to be absolutely amazing. I think it is one of the cutest things I have seen Oy do, he returns to Jake seeming quite pleased with his performance of the trick. Now Roland says he isn't very good with speaking and says Eddie will take care of that. If looks could kill Roland would drop dead from the look Eddie gives him. Everyone is cheering and calling for Eddie to speak. Eddie finally starts talking, and he isn't doing too bad. Everyone in the crowd seems satisfied with it. I don't remember a lot of what Eddie says, though I think he says something about not facing the wolves on our own, they will have to fight for what they want to protect. That doesn't seem to deter anyone. After that there is a lot of interacting. People are wandering around, I see Eddie get annoyed at one particular man. Roland is talking to some guy with a long white beard. I'm not sure where Susan is, but MoSh seems to be talking to someone about music as he has a guitar out. I think I might be giving off signals that say I don't want to be talked to, as no one seems particularly interested in talking to me. Finally someone does speak to me, and he wants to know if I really think we can stop the wolves from taking their children. I have no doubt that we can send the wolves home yelping, but I know that is not meant to be conveyed yet… so I tell him I cannot answer that with certainty until we have seen more of the town and what we have to work with. He seems unsatisfied with the answer. He says he has two sets of twins and stands to lose four children, please save them… I hesitate, then I tell him not to quote me, but if I have to speculate, he will still have all of his children after this is over. He says he doesn't want to see them ruint. I wonder what it is the wolves do to the kids, and if there might be some way to heal the ruint ones… even partially heal them. I think I will determine that after I know more about what the wolves do. I move off to the side, I get offered food, and then I manage to step around a corner before I wake.

It's been a while since I could remember a dream, though luckily, I find myself taking in more than usual about the images I find during my slumber as of last night.

Part I: Career Day

I found myself at my High School. The hallways were all rather accurate to how they were realistically, if not slathered with posters, pictures and decorations of a lot of different things, most of them famous men, women and children who all specialized in specific positions.

I walked with two of my friends--one an Asian kid named Eric, always had this huge mole under his chin, and my friend Gabriel, a boy with fair, wavy hair and a cherub-like face. We walked in this hallway, somewhat crowded but not too packed at the same time. I assumed it was some sort of career day of sorts, and so I looked for something that piqued my interest.

Along the way, I saw a poster of lead guitarist and singer of the 90's band Nirvana, Kurt Cobain. The picture was of him, singing and playing guitar in black and white. I touched this poster, and then I looked to my left. Kurt Cobain was coming at me with a butcher's knife, something out of a campy horror movie. I didn't attempt to run, perhaps too perplexed by the fact that Kurt Cobain somehow rose from the dead. He pounced me onto the ground, grabbing the handle of his knife with both hands and raising it in the air. I kept shouting "No!" over and over again, but he then pushed his knife right into my chest. What's odd about this is that I did feel a bit of pain as the blade stuck into my chest.

Things went black, but as suddenly as that happened, I was back in the hallway. I was now with my brother, looking much like himself, strangely. People were leaving and we were getting our backpacks from a pile in the middle of the hallway. I didn't understand why, but my brother had apparently put some very important items for a project in my backpack, though I was unable to find my backpack.

They said it might be in another room, and if it wasn't, it was stolen. We checked that room -- no dice.

I was lead to believe that my backpack was stolen. That was when I woke up briefly.

Part II: The Chaser

Not long after, I fell asleep again, the dream following connecting itself to the last dream I had.

I was now hell-bent on finding my backpack, though I only acted on it when my mother was driving me home from school, parked at a gas station on an early summer morning. I then found myself becoming a badass biker dude going along a California coastline; palm trees and the blue skies and oceans passing by me like a big blur. There were a few cars and bikers that passed by me. Though I knew they were enemies, they didn't really do anything to actually threaten me, nor did I do them.

I followed these "enemies" until I reached a beach, where we stopped. I told their boss, a man dressed in a cliche leather jacket with a short-cut Elvis hairdo something rather intimidating; intimidating enough to make him give me my backpack back. My brother was suddenly with us, and there he retrieved a medium sphere that looked like the shape of a planet. He smiled and looked at me, making some cheesy joke about how I was lucky to have gotten this thing back, or else. Then we laughed and the dream ended.

Notes:

That pain that I felt when Kurt Cobain stabbed me was rather significant.
I've rarely gone that fast as I did on the motorcycle in a dream before.

Interpretation:

Gee, I really don't know what to think of a dream where I get killed by one of my favorite musicians and chase a man on a motorcycle to get my backpack back. Perhaps, leisure is killing me and I focus too hard on school.

Me, and two boys I don't recognize are walking around in some weird rundown grocery market that has only about four or five isles of food. I expected the two boys to have sneaked stealthily into the isles with me hiding from the security guard that was watching us, but when I look back, they went to these two large displays that have tons of red beans in them, and the two boys are just standing there and thoroughly digging there hands into them as if something is hidden in there. I become annoyed with them, and sneak over to them and tell them to follow me and hide because we are being watched. I walk to another isle again and when I turn back expecting the two boys to be behind me, but they're still at the two displays and they climb into the beans and disappear. I panic because now I'm alone and I feel like I'm being watched, so I run out the markets front door, and when I get outside there is a train getting ready to leave. I get into the train and walk to the middle of the train car and take a seat. It's just me and an older man in the train car, he's sitting across on the passenger side. I'm not on the train long before it stops. I get up and hurriedly exit the train, as I'm walking away the man runs up to me panicked and with a fearful look on his face. I just stare at him becoming concerned until he pulls out a photo he took while on the train, he hands it to me and I look at it being curious. In the photo is me in the seat I was in on the train, and 2 seat rows behind me are 2 grey aliens with massive black eyes wearing trench coats, and fedora hats just sitting there leaned into each other staring forward at the back of me. I become instilled with fear, then i wake up

Commentary
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Dream Signs
Total Sleep: 6hrs
WBTB: No
Supplements:Prebed Caffeine 50MG
Technique:Prebed MILD
Bedtime:11PM

1:53AM

My son, R, can sing super awesome. I am amazed and thrilled. I tell my wife and her sister. M is like, "Yah, so?"

5:01AM

I stole a wade of money from the Wessen in the latest episode of Grimm. They dropped a wade of cash during the bank robbery and I picked it up and ran.

I hide inside some large cone-shaped thing. They lift it up and peek inside. I am able to lift my feet up and they don't bother to look up inside the cone. I escape detection twice.

Then I come out of the cone and it is part of the structure of some huge tent. Some guy wants to tell on me but I offer to buy the tent to make him happy.

"How much is the tent?"
"Uhh... $1000....$2000"
"OK I can do that" I think I must have about $20K cash
"No wait. 6... $7000."
"Fine."

I wake up.

5:38AM - Between snooze alarms.

Monster truck. Yep that's all I got. I should have wrote a little more down this morning.

*Alarm*

I have a hand held healing device. I use it on a wound on my left forearm. I see it suck up red particles from my arm and the infection is gone. Seeing how great that worked, I remove and band-aid full of blood and gore from my wrist and attempt to heal that.


*Alarm*

I am sitting with the Cylon woman from Battlestar Galactica in her red dress. (I have only seen the first handful of episodes and found it boring)



She wants to make out with me but we are in a stadium full of people and I feel modest. I turn my head away from her. She is setting to my right so I turn left.

She points to the men in the crowd and says, "All these men would love to make love to me. That one is thinking about it. That one. That one too. All of them." She moves closer.
"And you have had me many times. Are you ashamed or proud? Kiss me."
I feel flattered and my now inflated ego gets the best of me. I turn to her and we kiss.
She whispers in my ear, "I love you." But I think about my wife, A. I think, "I am married." Then I think how much of a liar she is. I know for a fact that she was with someone the previous night.

But I fear her because I know what she really is. I feel that I have pushed her too far already and don't want to anger her. I automatically say, "I love you too." I feel pain and guilt at this. I tell myself it is only lip service and means nothing.

*Alarm*

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#1 - Don't recall the dream much, but recall thinking, "If I were lucid, this would be more vivid." d'oh! That's close, though... my near-lucids usually indicate I'll have a dream-induced lucid dream within the next night.

#2 - I dream I work in a store. We are selling $20,000.00 coffee cups, and a whole row of them got broken (not my fault). I get into an argument with my boss, who treats all people with disabilities as if they are stupid, which infuriates me. I call my friend M__ and complain about it because I know she'll understand.

#3 - I am going up a river bank with a bunch of other people. I don't recall why, I think it was a picnic or social gathering or something. It's getting close to dusk.

I suddenly hear gunfire and see the muzzle flash of automatic weapons. Naturally, everybody panics. We weren't doing anything violent and obviously didn't expect to be shot at. There's nowhere to run - we can go backwards, away from the river, for some reason (I don't remember why).

Now we are being shelled as we scramble along the river bank. There's smoke everywhere and everybody is panicking. Up ahead, through the smoke, I see a bunch of soldiers. From their uniforms, they're friendly toward us. They're returning fire across the river and indicating for us to move toward them so they can get between us and our attackers, but there's a whole stretch of bank to cross and it's under fire. In addition, the bank is very crowded and it's difficult to get everybody to move in a specific direction instead of running in random directions and flipping out.

#4 - I am renting a room in an apartment. The room is very small and I'm putting my furniture together and thinking about how to arrange it. My friend Z__ wants to meet up since he heard I moved back to town. I am thinking about how much money I need to make before I can rent my own apartment. I'm putting trash in a trash basket, but it's made of plastic mesh and all of the trash keeps falling through the spaces in it.

Didn't sleep the greatest last night and I kept waking up, but I still remembered a few things.

Dream 1: The setting was possibly a cave-type place. There was something about a mission where one had to dress up as a girl and pretend to be distraught, until a monster or something heard you and dragged you away. In this case it was Harry Potter, I think.

Dream 2: Setting was my grandma's house or something like it. Me and a girl with long, darker hair, possibly Indian, were lying on blankets or something and talking. Either she was my moirail or she mentioned something about one. This part is a little blurry, but there was something about spawning or generating a creature, and how the one I got was named "Dogg", which apparently had been a name I had gotten in the past.

[Gap]

I was in my aunt's room? and there was a dark man there talking to me, and he held up a really small dried up/dead baby snake and was telling me how you have to take care of them or this happens, and I was thinking about how it was 5 A.M. and I was busy doing something important so I couldn't take care of that too.

Dream 3: Two? people are listening to Kankri and Karkat from Homestuck talk, and they're being sarcastic and joking, and they banter about something off-color, and one of the watchers turns to the other and concludes that Kankri must have done something inappropriate to Karkat? o_O

Fragment: I think this might have been apart of around the #2 dream: I spit a wad of gum out of my mouth and was picking pieces of it out of my teeth. (Side-note: Gum is one of the items in my memory palace, so it might have come from that.)

Dream 1(fragment):

At one point in dream i was in some techno-city and later in dream i returned to it again. I was at rooftops/treetops(apparently it had huge trees despite being mostly technological) and there was library of some kind, also on the top of one building nearby there was very bright yellow sun-like sphere. I was buying some supply stuff and crates from random vendors using crowns(Ingame money from Spiral Knights game) for some reason, then later i was checking some places in this city, in particular i recall one area with bushes where one small friendly dragon was trapped by a few enemies, i used some mass area of effect fire attack to destroy enemies while not hurting the dragon, because i knew that he's invulnerable to it, and also i knew that in other places many people didn't cared to use right element. Then a large group of miniature foxes jumped out of nearby bush and were all over me, and after a few seconds they combined together into a normal sized fox.
Also it worth mentioning that when i was recalling this dream, i got this feeling that i have dreamt about this particular city before.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was in some area where parts of the area were built using big wooden boxes, i was searching for the place where group will not be noticed by enemy then i found some enclosed area and called group there and we were discussing something.

I was outside at this building as a lot of alumni from my school were coming back from college to participate in a race. We all start and I'm running behind two other people towards a water park place across this open space. We get there and start running up steps. I jump onto a slide but then realize it's not the right way to go for the race but the life guard already sends me down so I'm not really in the race anymore. I run back across the open space to see the winner who is some skeleton character mumbling things at me. I walk to my right to see old coat racks of used clothing from some place like goodwill. I browse through and then see my friend Erik there. We exchange some sentences about how they are great bargains.

I was having a pretty hard time getting away from that haunting home. I do not remember making it out. The first thing I remember was walking towards the home bathroom down the hall. It was a lonely and quiet night, I was the only one there at the time.

I walked in to the bathroom and was scared at this point, I knew there was no way I could stand another night sleeping here. I would sometimes have to enter my dreams in this dream and find materials that I'd need to use in the first dream to get away from the demons. But even that was scary. I was determined to get the hell out of this place, even if I had to face something scarier.

I walked back to my room down the hall and heard voices coming from around the home. I also had an intense feeling of fear. I could not know what the voices were saying nor do I remember seeing anything paranormal in the house, to me it felt like it was a nightmare while I was dreaming.

My father walks in to the bedroom and wonders where the voices are coming from. He slowly walks over to the front window of my bedroom(the front house window) and opens the binds all the way open. I could see the outside perfectly from where I was standing. There was nothing there though. I only saw the front yard and the very dark street in front of it.

By that time I had already told my father that there was ghosts in this house and I just wanted to move somewhere else. He didn't talk to me about it. He was more worried about how much money it's going to cost trying to get a new home. I was hopeless by now and sooner or later, the voices moved towards me.

I felt hands in front of me, invisible hands. They were my sisters'. I could hear her voice, she's trying her best to talk to me and convince me that she is indeed my sister and that this house is not haunted. I was the only one being haunted...

I was at poker last night and I had quite a lot to drink. I didn't dream (that I remember), but I did win poker. Both the league game and the cash game.

Another dream fragment again on dreams:

This was a dream about a DV thread. I think I started it. I don't remember exactly what it was about,but I remember it involved the number 3, and blackbirdrising in my dream interpreted the number 3 to mean complete, done.

I woke up, and almost managed to persuade myself to not write this down again.Grrr!

I think this is my last dream for the night. Is it my third? No, it's only the second one I can remember.

I am trying an iPhone app Smart Alarm,which works by Laing my iPhone on my pillow and it detects vibrations and deduces from that my sleep cycle stages!

In my sleep I dreamed that for this app to be effective I needed to give it a name. And not like Smart Alarm, but my own pet name, a nickname. A name to give it power, A name to give me power over it. I wonder whether it's the old magic concept: if you know someone's name, you can use that to overpower them.

3/16/13 Saturday

Just finished watching G.I. Joe Retaliation 4th time and can't stop thinking of storm shadow.

Had a very brief dream in which he appeared.

I'm in my school's common room, only for sixth form students. In the dream however, it's much larger than in real life. The ceiling stands about two stories above me like a large gymnasium, and as far as I can tell the room is connected directly to the main 'street' of our school. Out of the nearby windows I can see it is night. There are several octagonal tables stationed around where people are sitting, talking, laughing and eating. I'm near the edge of the large group of tables, where a solitary old fashioned sofa is stationed. I get a really bad feeling about the sofa, as if it's an evil, tangible presence. I advise my friends D and A not to sit on it, but they laugh it off. D is very relaxed, and assures me that it's fine. They both sit down, and nothing happens, though I know something is wrong. It is then that someone I know, though I can't recall who, gives me a hacksaw and tells me to do it. D and A get up and resign themselves to the fact that they won't get to use the Sofa. I begin to cut it up into very thin slices. It's surprisingly easy to cut, as though it is made of sponge. Once i'm done, the room trembles and a voice booms "How dare you kill the being I sent down to earth!". At this point everyone in the room begins to get scared. We start hearing regular thumps, massive ones, as though a giant creature is approaching. The whole room shakes with each 'step'. I get up and go outside in an attempt to help calm my fellow students.

Outside it is raining quite heavily, and the moon peaks out from behind the overcast sky. I move round the front of the school and round to the back. Here there are more changes. My school is now built near the side of a large river, and a cathedral is now stood nearby. The school is missing several sections as a result. As I move along the tarmac beside the river I sense something, and look around to see a legless ghost in a long Victorian skirt float across into the cathedral. I then see a huge white ball appear in the sky, and in terror assume it's the monster. It actually turns out it's a light atop the cathedral spire, and the whole thing is actually just faked. I move towards the school to tell everyone, who I can see beyond the large windows. A friend comes out to greet me, and realises as well that it is a scam. I then look towards the school to see the ghost flying straight at me, before waking up.

Overall, quite an interesting dream. First one I had in some time. Will keep you updated on If I have any tonight.

Me, my mom, my grandma, my sister, and my uncle are at what looks like a park, but the atmosphere is smoggy. We're standing under those metal covers things over the tables where people can eat. I notice my mom and grandma start freaking out. I look out to see what it is that's is frightening them. In the sky is what at first I think is maybe a firework, but my mom and grandma says it's a missile. And it is. It's a long white missile, but in the sky it is too close, and it is cracked and red and orange light and fire is comeing out if it, it must've messed up and went of in the air. The smoke from it is already trailing at us. The missile is slowly going around us, and I feel it will soon fall and crash directly where we are and as I think that it changes course and slowly starts falling in our direction. We contemplate if the metal structure is enough safety, it surely isn't so I motion to the group of buildings behind us. We start to run, and the children I pass I warn them and they panic too and also run towards the buildings. When we get into the building I only see my grandma and uncle with me, I panic and ask grandma where is my mom and sister, she says that they decided it would be better to go home, I start freaking, for some reason I think our house isn't safe from the missile & we shouldn't have split up. Two girls interrupt and point us to the right where the walls are cement and it leads to an underground parking garage. That seems pretty safe to us so we follow them. When we enter I notice these two bulletproof glass sound booths, me my uncle and grandma run into one and lock the door. We feel pretty safe, but I'm wigging out about my sister and mom. My uncle starts digging through this emergency kit that was in the booth, he pulls out this blueish gray object, he's tells me to calm down with a weird smile on his face, then I realize what the thing in his hand if for, its a spring loaded shot that forces someone to calm down against there will. I tell him not to do it, but he just says I need to calm down then he chases me around the booth and shoots the thing into me on my right shoulder, then I instantly fall to the ground on my stomach and my body feels heavy and paralyzed, and all I can do is cry like a three year old, so I do, almost like I have to. My grandma just sat there and didn't pay attention to the while thing. It lasts for awhile, when It wears off I get up slowly, and admittedly now calm. Then my grandma gets an urgent phone call from my mom, she put it on speaker so we can hear. My mom say something like "Please, I need help, let manneul in". We sit there confused for a bit, at first I thought they were hurt from the missile, but I put together that my dad got to them and is holding them hostage and forced her to say that on the phone so he could get me also & kill my family. I wonder if he hurt my mom and sister. I hear whistling coming from outside, I tell my uncle & grandma to wait behind while I check, I ran back to the door that leads outside, and when I look out I see my dad wearing the blackest clothes I'd ever seen with a hood, when I see him I split and run back, I shut a door that leads to the car garage so he wont be able to know where we are, but the door keeps bouncing open and closed because I touched it but there's no time so I run to the booth to warn my grandma, I can still here the door bouncing and leading him to us. I get into the booth and lock it. Then my dad walks in and comes up to the glass, I can't believe it but my uncle unlocks the door & runs and leaves me and my grandma and now my dad gets in the booth.Then I woke up