non-lucid

I remember playing in a great tournament of League of Legends with one of the big teams, SKgaming. I was playing as a champion called "Amumu", and I was playing terribly, losing them the game. I suddenly get my skills back in order and I play good enough to win us the game, annihilating the enemy. I remember boasting about playing with SKgaming to someone, I'm not sure who though.

I remember being in a car with a friend of mine and my neighbour called Jan. Apparently my neighbour burrowed our sofas (I then see my grandmother's former house, which is empty at the moment). We park at the parking lot near my home, and I see the sofas. My neighbour just casually lifts one by himself and starts moving towards my home. I tried lifting one by myself but the dream ends before anything else.

I dreamed that just like when getting ice cream in grocery shopping counting it as food is a cheat, similarly dreams are a treat not art of a basic food group.

I think this dream was not really about ice cream as a metaphor for dreams, but rather it was a grumpy response from part ofe to the rest ofe saying that dreams are fun like ice cream but just like it they are optional and not essential. I think this dream may have been from the point of view of the part of me that does not want to put in the effort into remembering dream fragments: the foolish lazy part as most of me thinks of it.

Dreams are like fast cars for others. My dreaming mind added the "for others caveat" since I am not one to enjoy race car driving in waking life. Though I might enjoy it in a dream. I do not consider myself a good driver, though I am certainly competent enough, and I do need to drive every day. Just like we are inside airplanes we are inside cars. I am often in the drivers seat though given a choice I prefer my husband to drive - yes, this is probably not the best metaphor for me. More self-esteem issues around driving. Although even pancakes have some self-esteem issues for me: I feel my mother-in-law makes much better ones than I do.

I dreamed that dreams are like pancakes.

How are pancakes like dreams? I shape my dreams and cook them. They may start out shapeless and liquidy, but them they solidify like magic. When I eat my dreams, they become part of myself. Dreams are often circular: no end and no beginning, and often repeat. One can toss a pancake in the air, and watch it float like a magic carpet in a dream. Most people like pancakes/dreams. Just like a pancake may have blueberries or something else in it, a dream may hide a gem worth discovering. You pour syrup over a pancake to make is taste better and sweeter, and at times we disguise our dreams to be more palatable to ourselves. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and yet we hurry through it, and dreaming can similarly have a crucial often insufficiently recogniZed importance. My dreams spiritually nourish and sustain me. I do not have time to make pancakes except for on the weekend, and part of my mind has been fighting the dream recall effort as too much for everyday life. Just like pancakes dreams are shaped by culture (different international variations), there are family recipes, and individuals can experiment with making their own variations. Each of us can have our own pancakes, but it is possible to share a pancake (and many people claim one can share a dream). Even my picky water younger son likes pancakes, and dreams can appeal to everyone.

This is my third metaphor for dreams in my dreams: fish, airplanes, and pancakes. Unlike fish airplanes soar free instead of being confined by self-censorship to an aquarium, but unlike airplanes pancakes become part of me and are not up there but close at hand. Fish are slippery, airplanes and solid, and pancakes not so much - one can shape a pancake, whereas an airplane comes in a certain shape and cannot be actively changed. One can consume fish and pancakes (sort of like the biblical spiritual food of fishes and loaves of bread) whereas airplanes consume one. Will I let my predefined dreams consume me, or will I through dream interpretation and later through lucid dreaming redefine my dreams and incorporate them into myself? I am hoping for the later. I want to be in charge of my dreams! Though I am also in charge of my fish: I control every aspect of their environment in my fish tank - it is up to me whether they live and thrive or die. If I put in the effort and with proper knowledge I can control mg fish, though I may prefer to observe their antics instead and be surprised by what they teach me about nature. I can also control an airplane, but only if I am the pilot, not as a passenger in a commercial flight. Airplanes and dreams allow us to fly: something we humans long for. Pancakes are not as ordinary as they may appear, and baking pancakes or bread is an activity that shows greater sophistication, a higher level of culture - though airplanes are much more technologically advanced. Fish in the aquarium hobby appeal to aesthetics, whereas pancakes appeal to our taste buds - I am engaging a new sense here. Airplanes had added a louder sound, though fish tanks also have a sound component which is a white noise, but they ate not as loud as airplanes. Oh, and pancakes are much more mundane and approachable than airplanes: despite the potential for too much effort for every day pancakes, they could become an everyday food if I were motivated. Fish are part of my everyday life. Airplanes are not. Both fish and pancakes are something I am competent and capable at, whereas at least in waking lives I do not know airplanes on such a level and I rely on others to control (though in my dreams I could of course pilot an aircraft.

Part I: The Flooded Plaza

I was in a rather busy plaza, around evening or morning. It's always so hard to tell when the sun's coming up or going down in your dreams. Still, this was no ordinary plaza. No, not only was it of a purple color and very futuristic, but it was flooded to the third story. I walked around, or rather, I swam around, going along these floors as many others did. I came across a Gamestop on the third floor. Around here, I didn't have to swim, but I was belly-deep in water, and my shirt was suddenly gone. Now I was walking around the store -- which ironically didn't sell games but instead shirts and accessories -- with my my muscle-gutted torso lugging bare. I considered purchasing a shirt, though they were all very expensive, ranging from $7.00 to $18.00.

Needless to say, I didn't buy a shirt. Instead, I waddled in the water over to the accessories stand. There, there were 3 guys sitting on stools, and I sat on the remaining stool. The man nearest to me, a guy I know in real life who had shaggy brown hair and a relaxed face. He suddenly asked me "Are you a Halo master?" I replied with a questionable face. He then continued "Well, he's a... and he's a... and that guy's a... So I assumed you're a Halo master." What logic, I thought. They were all something so I had to be something specific, of course he never actually said what the others were.

He went on, asking something about if I were offered to stay up for nights on end to become said Halo master, would I take that offer. I hesitated and replied "Yeah. Yeah." just to please him. He then smiled and nodded "See, I knew it.", and that was the end of that.

I searched through the little booths of accessories, just a bunch of ugly rings and bracelets. I got up, walked by one of the guys, who was now a humanoid shark, and said "Don't mind me." as I searched in the bin nearest to him. He replied in a deep, black voice "What you sayin' to me? Shut up." and I replied "Hey, relax. I'm just passin' by." and didn't find anything at all.

I found a wet shirt in my pocket and put it on, cold as hell as I was. I then swished out of that store to try and find my parents. This thought kept going through my mind about how I missed going to juvenile hall this morning. Oh well, I thought. It'll just go on my criminal record.

Part II: The Broken Race with Megaman

I woke up briefly, then fell asleep again. Don't really remember what time.

So here I was in some sort of robotic suit in this parking complex, no real clue what I was doing there. I was supposed to find someone, and I did, soon. This smaller man was with me, dressed as Megaman from the video game of the same name. He annoyed the hell out of me, but I don't remember what he said that annoyed me. All of a sudden, I saw these three people. One girl, a hot broad in leather and a 50's hairstyle, a fat man in leather, sunglasses and an Elvis hairdo, and a skinny guy, I'd say the brother of the fat guy judging by their appearance. They started talking smack to me, and in response my robot suit suddenly changed, made this huge transformation. Suddenly I was rugged, muscled and covered in badass spikes.

I was intimidating, but they wouldn't have any of it. They got on these Tron-esque bikes and drove off. I was supposed to catch them, but I didn't have a vehicle. That annoying little Megaman kept saying "Hurry up! Catch them!" but what could I do? I didn't have the means to chase them. The dream soon ended without success in my mission.

Notes:

My dreams usually have video game aspects or characters in them, so it makes sense that this was no different.
I have had this feeling of needing to go to Juvy before in my dreams, though I don't know where this feeling originates from.
I was strangely accurate to my actual self in the plaza scene.
I never did find my parents.

Interpretation:

Perhaps, I shouldn't worry about my body. Or maybe, I'm stronger than I think.
This was a very odd dream.

(Once Upon a Time, Supernatural and Cthulhu Mythos. Apparently.)
I am Snow White's daughter, but I'm not Emma. I have an older brother who looks like Charming, while I look like mother did when she was young. I also have two younger siblings, a two year old boy and a newborn. Our parents have gone missing and we don't know what has happened to them, in actuality they have disappeared to another world and gone to war. They've left us to care for the young ones, I'm worried I'll never see our parents again. Our own world is filled with demons, even the hospital is infested. Such that when I see my brother walking with a portly red-haired female nurse, I'm afraid that he has become possessed. In terror, I watch him from afar. If he has been taken, it's possible that no one in my family remains unchanged. I notice him doing normal things and am vastly relieved. The nurse turns her black eyes on me and I look away. It seems that even they would not dare hurt royal children just because the king and queen are away.

There's a lapse and I'm outside, it's dark. The trees framing the monastery walls are black and dead. I'm looking for my little brother, he has been missing for days. I'm at the edge of the clearing when I see the nurse from the house, wearing a shark's smile, kicking a box under a table. She disappears, I run to where she was standing and find my brother in a yellow shoebox under a long picnic table beneath the awning stretching out from the face of the building. I start to panic, he looks tiny and emaciated. I'm afraid he will starve if I don't get some food into him immediately. I cast around for some food but the place is dead, empty. I start to cry, grief and helplessness tight in my chest. It's hard to breath around it. I'm terrified that I'm being tested, and realize the truth of that fear when I see my options. An old oven is illuminated in the wall behind my brother, and off to my right by the arched red monastery door, are three orphan babies left in the cold. Usually the monks here would take them in. It's the dead of night and whoever left them didn't bother to ring the bell, leaving their lives to fate or to demons.
Upon seeing the oven I felt a surge of hope, I could bake something for my brother to eat. He wouldn't die! Then I saw the freezing orphans and knew I had to make a choice.
"No no no, I don't know what to do. Don't make me choose."
But it's a test, and I have to choose. What do I do? Is it selfish to choose one life, because it belongs to my brother? Will my mother be disappointed that I didn't save the three children?
Indecision tears at me. I pace between my brother and the three shriveled children. I start to sob, twisting my hands into fists in my long black hair. I don't want to choose, I don't want to choose. I fall to my knees beside my brother and...
The pain becomes too much for my subconscious and I feel myself retreat. I am myself and the daughter no longer. I'm asking someone if they're caught up on episodes, and it's terrible what happens to Snow's family, that I can't believe what they have to go through.

I follow Snow around and don't participate at all. Like I'm watching a movie. The day is overcast, we have gathered for war games to prepare for battle. This seemingly insincere call to arms is the only way we can meet under the eye of the enemy and avoid retaliation. There's a beautiful dark-haired cat-eyed woman who can't take the games seriously. She knows the true purpose of the call, but keeps joking around. At first she steps up to the man carrying the roster and gives him a salute, somewhere between a mocking gesture and seriousness. When he looks away she grins a little and hops into rank with five others. Snow sees her for what she is though, that despite her attempt to remain a jester, she is very capable and charismatic. Snow calls out that those she hands hats out to will play officers in the coming game. They've all mounted horses, and the black-haired woman is on a black horse with a white stripe down its nose. Snow drops a hat onto the woman's head, surprising the hell out of her. For a second she looks disconcerted, then she smiles and tugs on the reins, her horse neatly side-steps and dances up beside another person in line. She takes the hat off and drops it on someone's head. When the woman glances up she sees Snow's wry look, it also says "you won't escape that easily."
"Aura. Come HERE." Snow points firmly at the ground in front of her.
Aura, the woman, grins at the person next to her and prances up to the commander.
"I don't know why you're so reluctant to help."
"I can't be of use." The humor vanishes from her face and is replaced with sharp deprecation. "My heart just isn't what it used to be. I bet you didn't even recognize me..." She hands a male soldier a greeting card. On the inside is her picture, she looks subtly different. When my vision pulls back from the card, I see a triangular bandage on her chest, indicating that she has been injured. "Besides, do you really want a super model leading your troops?"
Snow looks annoyed but gets called away before she can say that it doesn't matter who you are here, it matters who you used to be back Home.

From where I stand, the sea is a grey choppy mass to my back. There's a rough rock outcropping jutting from long pale grass lain flat by the wind. Dean from Supernatural is holding up a mess of purple string.
"WHAT is this?"
I gesture for him to hand it over, and he does.
"It's our early warning system."
He looks extremely amused, something about how the words and their implications are of this world and alien to the one we are from.
"Early warning system?"
I roll my eyes at him. "Can you please take this seriously? It works, alright? They've proven it." I explain how the string is staked into the ground all around the world and that each attack from our Enemy is preceded by vibration. The direction of the vibrations will help us pinpoint the place the Enemy intends to attack, and will appear on our map. Showing us where to go.
He nods at me, knowing he needs to stop joking around. He turns to the others around us and holds up a map. "The...early warning system," he cracks a smile and I shake my head at him, a little annoyed. He clears his throat, "the system indicates that the next attack will happen in Ghana." But he doesn't say Ghana. He says Ana, leaving the G silent. I hear somebody snicker.
"Hey Dean, the G isn't silent..."
"Sure it is."
"Nope, pretty sure it's Ghana."
"Shut up..."
"Fine, okay, does it say WHERE in Ghana?"
I look at the map and as I expected, there's a rough wooden pin sticking into a mountain range. I think it's a large crescent shaped range, then realize it's actually a solitary mountain at the range's back. I tug on the mass of purple string, trying to straighten it out. I can feel it against my fingers when, hear the sound it makes between them.
"Here. In the hills."
"Let's get to it then!" Dean says.

Myself, Snow, Charming and Dean have gathered with what's left of our people in Ghana. We know that It plans to come here, and we're going to be in Its way when it does. We pretend we're having a meeting, the leaders from each race was invited to the panel, so that we could decide how to handle the Enemy, together. When It invaded ten years ago, It forbade large meetings like this. Snow tenses and runs past me. I catch her arm,
"Hey, what's happening?"
"It's here. Prepare yourselves everyone, it will see right through our excuses." She goes to face the black wall behind the table we had all occupied a few minutes before. We thought that we would have more time.
A woman in glasses with dirty blonde hair rings her hands.
"He's coming here?"
"Don't call it a 'he' Sara. Giving it gender will only humanize him." I frown, "It."
We hear it before we see it.
"A panel? And I wasn't invited? You're in violation of the One Law." The black wall behind the table becomes a fathomless void, and from the abyss emerges an androgynous child. It would almost be pretty if not for its dead eyes. It's dressed in a white and grey skin-tight spandex. Bare footed. Head shaved. The only indication that it is not human (aside from it's eyes), is the lesions from corruption and plague on its scalp. I'm afraid suddenly that he heard me call him an IT and will be violently displeased.
It seems the creature will be violently displeased anyway. It gives us a mad-man's smile and its true form appears behind the child. An giant scaly eye with yellow sclera, innumerable tentacles snake out from behind the eye, this monstrosity filling the room with its vile, suffocating presence. We tense---

AAAAND MY ALARM GOES OFF. >.< WHY?! I was going into an epic battle against an eldritch abomination!

Recall from non-lucid naps, not much there today.

I was in some kind of game and there was moment where a bunch of game characters were discussing types of gameplay, linear story vs non-linear. At some point one game character that was sitting out whole discussion got up and said that it doesn't matter really, everyone was kinda shocked and were trying to get him to understand their point of view, but he was staying on his, while holding some quest object: "Does not matters whether we have one way of life or multiple, if game's creator is good enough, we'll have fun either way, and i trust our creator".

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The non-lucids from last night.

Minecraft - 12:04AM

I only remember a fragment. I am walking in a green field that looks like minecraft while reading about dream recall on the forums.

Artichoke Noodles - 2:46AM

My wife and I are getting married but without any ceremony. Just the preacher. I start eating a bowl of stir fried noodles with artichoke hearts in it. (I have no idea what that would taste like) I see some artsy lettering on a door that reads Mr. "my last name", "my first name". My wifes sister is going on about it. When I read it out loud it sounds funny and wrong.

Dream1: I was strolling in this large park, the plan of which was similar the one I went to when I was a child. I can remember that I do go back to this park quite a lot in my dreams, though I can’t seem to find any entries about it in my DJs. I enjoy the scenery in the park, it feels as if summer is just turning into autumn, with some of the leaves already looking rusty. I see this pond and there are some frogs around at the edges. I know in the dream that these frogs are dying out and will soon become extinct, there will be no more frogs there. That makes me feel sad. I think I fly over the pond, because I cross it without stepping on the water, or maybe I just zoom in, looking at frogs of various sizes. I decide then to move on, moving along the edges of the pond. Now, I seem to struggle a bit because there are some rocks that are hard to climb, or maybe steps, these seem man-made and of concrete. I look and to my left side there is something like a concrete cage where there are supposed to be some pigeons. This is starting to look more like a zoo, but just the section where a particular animal is kept. And right there is the animal – a tiger. He is being held by something like a strap, I cannot see it, because I see only part of the tiger outside, his head and neck. There is something purposely put on his eyes so he cannot see me. All I want to do is cross and move over to wherever it is that I am going, but this tiger is here. He can hear and smell me, and is on the verge of jumping on me. While naturally disturbed, this is nothing like the paranoia of the previous night. Yet, I am cautious, trying to get out of there as fast as possible. After I looked away from the tiger the surroundings incorporated some housing blocks, yet there still were elements of a zoo present. I started climbing upwards on a fence, which was supposed to protect people from the animals, as it had electricity running through it. Didn’t feel anything of the sort. Around me, quite close were at least 2 lions casually lying on their sides. I managed to reach the top of building and someone threw my hat back down where the lions were. Now, I had to go down and get it back, which I did, because it was separated by some kind of plastic, so it was actually above the lions. (Animals are supposed to be a DS for me, but it hasn’t filtered through my subcon yet)

Dream 2: After watching a demo of Simcity5 a few days ago, my brain seems to have remembered the shape in which the guy in YouTube built his roads. In my dreams the shape was actually a modern railroad that I watched as if it were a map of China, yet real one, so this railroad connected the southern part of China with Beijing. I have never been to Beijing, and in my dream I was not planning on going there. But there was the possibility to have a peek through the railroad, and that’s what I was doing. So, travelling over the country, I was now facing Beijing. Think there was a sign in English. Initially, it looked really beautiful, around this building was the Chinese countryside, greenery all around, and the air was rather pleasant. Then I focused on Beijing, it was a yellow administrative building, that didn’t make much sense. I wanted to take some pictures, but this Chinese woman with her 20 something daughter already took 8 pictures, they were standing in front of Beijing. I told her that she has taken enough pics, and to go away because I hadn’t taken any pics yet. Then I went back to the subway, which was quite unpleasant. There was very little space inside, it was really tight more like a mining tunnel than a subway. There were also lots of people. This Chinese guy kept on following me, trying to convince me to taste some kind of dry round piece of food, which I did not want to consume. I was getting claustrophobic with the little space, too many stairs to walk, and the crowds everywhere. I think it was my alarm clock that put an end to this.

Mood after final waking: Pleasant, relaxed, satisfied.

non lucid
*If you fall asleep on the mother tantra then dream yoga is easy.
*Planning to go to the horse racing and make a living.

Not as much recall, but oh well.

I was playing a MMO video game of some kind with LV, there were a few in game updates that i don't really liked and global chat was annoying me a bit, but later i said that the game was ok by itself.

At the start of the dream i was in sort of like a wood cabin house and i was jumping around the place, when i jumped i would jump really high and float back to the ground. It felt nothing like jumping in real life.

After jumping around i stumbled across an old school mate who i didn't really get on this, i said his name to his face and ran of jumping around again. I came to a halt and found big bags of popcorn and started to stuff my face with them until i could not swallow them because i had too much.

After that i was outside and all i could see was an image of Baby cows being born from what looked like a lighting cloud. Early that day i watched a video on facebook about animal cruelty and that must have been why i saw that image in my dream.

First dream was my dad and siblings going into this big rest stop place with restaurants and shops. I walked around and found my old restaurant job there, even though in real life it is not in a big rest stop place. I looked and instead of my old coworkers there were just a bunch of old people in their 30's and 40's that just gave me the vibe of incredibly boring people. I found one girl that used to work there named Antwanette and she asked me to sign her out, I said hey I don't work here anymore so whats the big deal, then Kelly comes to check and Antwanette realizes she forgot to check "the equipment" or something like that. I wander around and look at the bartender, don't know him but looks boring as well, makes some sort of cringing face like he knows he is boring. Then I walk around and I can't find my family, so I walk outside and they walk outside as well, I get in a separate car from them and wait for them to pull out so we can continue on the road trip.
Second dream I had I was racing my high school friend Andrew. I keep trying to catch up to him but every time I get close he just seems to have slightly more energy and he pulls ahead a bit further. We are racing on this asphalt path but I have never been on this path before. The trees are green and the sun was shining, it's winter in real life and all the trees are leafless. I keep running and following Andrew through this almost jungle like area. I kept trying to pass him but I just ran out of energy every time I caught up with him.

Part I: "Tough Love Tactics"

Through the whole dream, there was this buzzword that had kept coming up. Something along the lines of "Tough Love Tactics". In the waking world, I still haven't a clue what that means.

Anyways, the dream was rather vague. I don't remember too much of how it began, though what I do remember is this man, perhaps me, who had been walking around, two orange-yellow figures appearing next to him every now and again. He kept saying those figures were important, though I for the life of me could not tell why. They seemed almost transparent, but fully solid at the same time. One moment we entered this house, and in it was a chair, a computer and a radio. I then saw him use those two figures, and it was rather interesting.

One was using the computer, the other fiddling with the radio as if they both knew what they were doing. I asked the man who might have been me "How did you do that?", he replied with "It's Tough Love Tactics." which boggled me even as I woke up minutes later.

Notes:

I never saw the guy's face, but he was about as tall as me, wore a blue shirt and had blonde hair.
There was something having to do with dragons in this dream, but I can't remember for the life of me what they had to do with the dream.
The room with the computer and the radio seemed very foreign to me.

Interpretation:

Perhaps, the two figures represent different sides of me, and the term "Tough Love Tactics" pertains to a sort of mental state where I must think realistically yet praise myself at the same time. Perhaps, it has to do with self-loathing.