non-lucid

DJ Log: January 7, 2013 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking around with a friend in a huge shopping mall with multiple floors and wings. He stops in at a store with a delicatessen next to it. I tell him that I'm going to find something more substantial to eat and I'll meet him back here in a while.

I walk around for a while and check out some of the food stands. They all seem to have nothing but chicken for sale. I don't eat chicken, so I keep walking past them all. I walk down one of the wings and stay to the left on all turns so it's easier to find my way back to the store my friend is at. I walk for a while and find this store called Thailand Food Market. I stop in and check out all the food, but don't see anything interesting. There is a reefer cabinet full of all kinds of strangely shaped vegetables. I can't seem to find any meat, so I decide to leave.

I walk further and end up near the end of the wing. All of the stores here are vacant and have 'For Lease' signs in the windows. I pass a small restaurant and there is a table in the front window which has utensils and wine glasses at all the seats and a candle burning in the center of the table. There is a 'For Lease' sign on the door. I stare in the window for a while, hoping that someone is inside and will invite me in for some food. There is nobody inside and all of the lights are off.

I walk along a bit further and arrive at a store with all kinds of random junk all over the place. It looks like a flea market of some sort. I walk around through a section of antiques, then into a section with piles of old electronics. There is another area which has shelves full of old smelly shoes. * End of recall ability *

(Note: My brain was emptying itself as fast as I could talk into my recorder. I have zero recall of this dream now, 14 hours after awakening. The best thing I ever did was put a digital voice recorder beside my bed. I can speak much faster than I can write and I don't need to open my eyes to push the record button. This has helped me DJ more dreams recently that I ever could have before with only a notepad and a pen. Sometimes, I get recordings that are only 2 or 3 slurred words, then just snoring for 2 hours. Though this is kind of a fragment, I'm not categorizing it as such since I was able to write a few paragraphs...)

2013-1-08 Tuesday morning- Non lucid

The Dream started out escaping from some event. (hard to remember)
I reached a bunker with a few other people. About 6 or so.

It was by the sea. Blue skies and blue waters.
The concrete bunker didn't stand out all that much on the sandstone walkway as it was going into the floor.
It was smooth and had no sharp edges. It looked very similar to Fallout 2 vault city buildings.
There was a three block high sandstone wall that stood about waist high.

*Time started skipping. I got the feeling and knowledge but not the experience*
*About a week passed*
An argument happened between an older man (about 50) who was somewhat close to me and a small group of people. They left.

Now there was me, the older man, and another man in a blue shirt.

*more time passed without me*

People came and went bringing items with them and leaving them with us. Various shaped stones and rocks.
One was a mighty, deep red, smooth, scoop like shape. Similar to obsidian when it fractures.
It had a "blade" that eased off into a flat, thick "handle". It kinda looked like a shovel head though...

*A lot more time passed without me*

We headed up the coast with some people, keeping the water to the right.
We followed the waters edge into a small bay and found a partially buried house. Not so much buried but carved into
The travel was almost instant.

I walked into the building. The walls were of a dark wood. There was an exit in the back behind a glass display rack.
The stones were placed into the rack. Stairs led downward into (some place safe).

Some people arrived and they "signed in" each writing a curse word on the wall or table next to the exit.
One young man came in, dressed in black jeans, a white shirt, black hair.
He looked like the new Devil may cry Protagonist but with a different face.
*despite me never playing any of the games *
We (the older man and I) explained the house was not open until he signed. He began to sign the wall.
He wrote lightning next to the word fuck. We both stared at him.

>"What?" He asked.
"Lightning? Really?" I asked
>"Yeah"
"That's not a swear word..."
>"It has fuck in front of it."
*We both laughed at him
-"Just write fuck you or something" the older man suggested.
"Then he would be Donte"
*we both laughed again

*we made more fun of him with jokes and memes from 4chan /v/ relating to DMC and Donte*

"Donte" then signed something and entered, visibly frustrated with us.
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I think that many years passed in the world, though they were absent of my awareness. I just got the feeling that it "happened"

The house changed, there were windows now, large double doors leading into the house.
A library filled the entrance room walls, they looked similar to MineCraft shelves, the same colours anyway.
It was now a school of some kind, some form of magic. I was still the guard of the entrance and display rack.

There was a large building network on the opposite side of the cliff/ bay.

I went outside/or looked through a window, and saw a fairly good looking woman.
Early 20's, blonde? hair, black leather or glossy fabric of some kind, it griped her body well.

All she said was "Hello?" and "would come to the dance with me?"
When I responded with yes she just said "great!" and left.

I returned to the "lobby" and admired the opposite house through a window.
It was an asian style, 3 or more story house. With the stereotypical curved roof. See: Generic Asian pagoda but massive at the base.

I saw another woman outside, gazing towards our building, so I went outside.

I stretched at the front door and she called out to me with a simple, elongated "hey?" in that slightly seductive manor.

She had black, flowing hair, and sported the same black pants and shirt as the first woman.
Her face was quite attractive, she had a small-but-not-petite frame and was pretty damn fit.
She gave of the feeling of a red belly black snake, or black mamba.
Beautiful, seductive, alluring but incredibly dangerous and will gladly kill you if it feels like it.

I responded to her with the elongated "He-llo" returning the obvious attraction between us.

She asked who I was and I told her it. I don't recall the name right now.
She gave hers and I don't remember it either.

*missing scene including a small section of conversation*

A blonde woman emerged from the second floor onto the balcony and she asked me to join her at the dance.
She was wearing a black boob-tube and the same black, shiny pants.
Another woman, maybe the same one, came out and joined the conversation. But she wore a black t-shirt.

The black haired woman asked me what I was interested in. I paused, thought about it had and told her yoga.
She told me that she tried "that shit" and got the "whole hand thing working"
She waved her hand around as if something was stuck to the under side of it.
She said "I ran to my mum and showed her, I got it to repeat and she told me to cut a line in the top and..." *missing scene*
Then an image of a pair of scissors cutting a line in a pink lid, similar to a drink from a fast food place, popped into my head.
The image then showed me a hole being stuck in the bottom of the cup.

"so yeah..."

She asked me if I wanted to join her at the dance.
I answered yes but asked why everyone was asking me that.

And OLD AS HELL man, most likely an elder or scholar came out of my building.
It felt like he was going to tell me off but then the dream ended.


I should add that there was a strong presence of "dark magic" emanating from the women. Or "bad vibes" or "something sinister yet attractive"

I wanted to join them But couldn't yet because of the gap between us. Ie the bay+cliffs of sand stone.

This was my most vivid dream so far. Sights, textures, emotions, memories and feelings were all so real...but not "so real it's fake-real"

I'm at the mall, and the store I'm at has all these really old Japanese games, and some converter that instantly translates them. Later, I'm driving a giant mech down the street. I was a little disappointed because I didn't know how to make it fly.

non lucid

Janes confession of her love to me.
The chase of hundreds of lose cattle.
Seven salsas family gathering with weed invovled.
Wow look there is actually sea monsters.
Davius offered jelly bean jello desert.

I was a passive spectator in what seemed like a slasher film scenario. There was a group of people and most of them were killed off-screen by unidentified villains. A girl was attacked by what my dream-conscious suggested was somewhere between Pinhead and Hannibal Lecter (but I can't remember him/it, so no clue why), but she survived, with deep slashing wounds to her cheeks. There was also a guy (protagonist?) being chased through a sewer by a huge psycho murderer, look-wise kind of between Killer Croc and (comic) Bane. He finally caught the guy, predicted him as his "heir in murder" and proceeded to slowly, almost tenderly, tear both his arms off at the shoulders (how's he supposed to kill people with no arms?!). The protagonist took it like a man (I felt it as a moderate amount of dream-pain, for some reason) and was then left alone. He did not bleed like a pig. Did not die. Completely unbothered, he left the sewer and the building where all this was taking place, to find his only fellow survivor, the girl, all panicked and stuff. He calmed her down ("Hey, at least you have both your arms") and they quickly took a liking to one another. Turns out the dude developed a kind of astral arms that were completely functional as long as he kept his eyes closed. And so they walked together though some marsh, at night, until they reached a small roadside cafe with a lot of truckers inside who were all grumbly at them. They had to get something to eat. My dream-self was outraged that florentine chicken pasta salad was £10 for a big bowl, I could easily prepare one myself for under £5, after all...
THE END!

I had a short dream in a parking garage in which I watched a bunch of cars get dangerously close to hitting little kids as they backed out. I always ran over and yelled stop to try and save the little kids.

OGF in the Ghetto

I was with an OGF J. She asked if I remember when we used to do it. I said "Yes." I started feeling her breast, and then we started looking for somewhere to go to be in private.

Then I realized I was dirty, so I decided to take a shower really quickly. I found a bathroom in my Grandmother's house, but it was occupied. I went to a less private bathroom in her house, but as I started looking for it, the house got messy and it wasn't where it was supposed to be.

I started looking more and ended up in a commercial kitchen. My friend M. S. was there as an employee. I asked about somewhere to just rinse off. They said I could go to the back where there were some sprayers hanging from the ceiling.

I went back there and then my friend pushed me into a pool of waste from the dishes. My mouth was closed, but I ended up with a bunch of grits in my mouth. It was nasty. My friend started laughing.

I reached out and pulled him in, but he didn't get anything in his mouth. I was pissed. I started spitting stuff out of my mouth, but he didn't care.

I was finally back with J. and ready to do it with her. We were in a ghetto. She pulled over to this abandoned multi-story building. There were people outside, and I figured there were people inside.

I figured it was dangerous and gross, but whatever. We went up a flight of stairs. It seemed some rooms might be occupied. These rooms were open, without doors. They were like the rooms druggies use in abandoned buildings. Crap is everywhere and it's dark and nasty.

We find a room that looks available on the 2nd or 3rd floor. We start to go in when we are greeted by two women dressed fairly nicely, and now we are in a large living room area.

They ask if we are OK. They say our parents are probably worried for us. The women know that people who end up in this building are not doing well. We say we are OK.

The women then put a lease on a coffee table and ask us to look it over. The lease says that there is no running water in the building. I think it also said there was no electricity or anything else. We are not supposed to sign the lease. It is simply to advise us that there are no conveniences.

I looked at the lease and thought how interesting the lease was. Then the ladies left. Then a black guy was in the room and his dick was out. He wanted a blow job. He wasn't threatening, but he was ghetto and invading my scene.

Eventually he left and I think we made it to the room, but my dream ended then.

One dream was about me being hunted down by assasins that are constantly looking through windows in my house to find me. My task was to avoid being spot when they looked through the windows and only move when they are moving to a new window.

The other one was I pretending to be a guard for a powerful man that I wanted to kill. I then saw him text CIC to someone, and immediatly knew that he had recognized me and he was telling his boss to come over. I ran out of my home and hid in this tower which I was eventually spotted in.

I was almost able to WILD last night too, I started to get a grey image of where I wanted to be but then it faded away. It also gave me a headache.

Dream 1: I was asleep at my secondary school, well...not for long anyway since someone called Ryan shook me awake. He lead me inside (why I was sleeping outside I have no idea). Inside it was my college building, outside was may secondary school courtyard....weird. Anyways we went up to the second floor and sat down on one of the benches outside of the lecture halls. Then he looked straight at me and asked me what all this lucid dreaming stuff was all about. "Well it's where you know you are dreaming and..." (Insert facepalm here, I won't give you all of what I said because you all know what lucid dreaming is so you get the idea). He thought I should tell a teacher for some strange reason so I did, one of my teachers from my secondary school. Just like Ryan she wanted to know more (another facepalm here as I explained to her as well) She wasn't sure about it so I went back out into the courtyard and found someone I knew from my primary school. She was as knowledgable as me on this topic and understood it well so we both went up to explain to the teacher about lucid dreaming (major facepalm, the entire dream was about lucid dreaming -_-)

Dream 2: There were these white cubes being produced at a steady rate but they had to be watched. I know they were of alien origin and were very much like the black cubes from Doctor Who:

Then I got distracted but that was fine since someone else was watching it. When I looked back that someone else was also distracted and the cube production was out of control, they were everywhere spewing out of a pipe all over the floor. Then the dream ended.

I was in a big lounge that looked a lot like a library I once went to a couple years ago. It was dark this night but it felt a little earlier than that because there was still some children awake at that time.

I was a volunteer at this place and my job was to take care of these kids and made sure they were reading their books. I probably had this dream because my father wants me to join some volunteering work with some other people at a local place. It's not something I'm looking forward to in this horrible city!

A few parents were here as well. There was a little girl who was supposed to read a paragraph from the book. As she started reading though, it felt like I needed to cry because these kids are growing up too fast.

I also don't have a kid.

Back at Pacific a same night, I was in Ms. Kelly's science class. The classroom was dark and only half of the students were there. I knew some of the students but I could remember them all. One of them was Adrian and of course, Ms. Kelly.

Kelly was lecturing us as she walked around the classroom and pointed at things. She didn't look much different than she did a few years ago I saw her. After all this time passed, I can still look at them the same.

Ms. Kelly brought something up to the class and see if anyone would respond. She pointed a stick somewhere on a board in a back and after a few minutes of waiting, no one responded. But just about when she was going to walk back to the front of the classroom, I opened up a few words out of my mouth. Now the only reason I thought this was strange was because I never talked much in the classroom when I was in school. I was always the shy one and only spoke up when someone asked me a question.

I asked the teacher a random question. "Do you think I'll get married some day?" She looked at me and tried to answer. I asked her another question, "Do you think I'll make a great husband?" The whole class were just listening. I stared back at the teacher and heard Adrian's voice whispering out, "He talks." The teacher responded, "Well, I don't know, do you like boys or girls?" I smiled and brought my hands up in the year in a sign of confusion. The students laughed at my response. I cannot remember anything else.

Still thinking about Pacific again, I started out in the same classroom, history. I was seated in the back of the classroom, waiting for the bell to ring. I've always felt this way in the classroom in the real world. It was the class of the day and I always finished my work just to get out of that place quickly.

After the bell rang, most of the students got ready to leave while a few others stayed and used the monitors in the back. I never left that quickly. There were still some things I wanted to get out of my head before I left the classroom, it's how I'm used to doing things in reality. These feelings that I had, they were sad ones.

The teacher was staring at me the whole time I was staring at my desk, or at least I thought she did. When I realized that, I decided to stay a little longer and use one of the computers in the back. My intention was to try and see if the teacher would say anything about her staring at me.

She was a friendly teacher. She allowed us stay on the computer for as long as we wanted, it didn't bother her. I was on the computer reading some of the messages I had on EcoCityCraft. Most of them were from Gold_Digger_5000. That's all I did. I wanted to play Star Wars but didn't wanted to get in trouble for it.

My time at the monitor was finally over and I would soon make an exit from the classroom. There was a problem when I tried. A few people outside were yelling out to everyone, "Don't stare at it!" I had no clue what they were talking about until more people yelled the words.

There was something just a few steps away from the classroom I was about to leave. It was something to be deemed as evil or satanic. I believed if you got near it, bad things would happen, but I never went in front of it so I wouldn't know.

DJ Log: January 6, 2013 – 4:15PM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I drive into a parking lot at a strip mall then walk into a store looking for a wacky hat for a party. The store didn't have any, but the cashier suggested that I try another store at the other end of the strip mall. I walk down the sidewalk past a long row of shopping carts. Near the end of the row, there is a hobo looking guy wearing a corset. He is telling another guy that his lady friend passed out along the wall and he asks them what that smell is on her. He says that he thinks she shit her pants. The guy says, “That's not shit, that's death.” I continue walking and skip the other store. Wanting nothing to do with this mess, I walk into the parking lot and make my way back to the car.

DJ Log: January 5, 2013 – 9:00AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am driving down a road with a guy in the truck with me. The back seat is full of luggage and what not. Suddenly I realize that I'm running through a red light and there is a cop sitting just ahead, so I put on my right blinker and turn into a Sheets convenience store. I walk into the store and approach the food counter. A guy behind the counter is slicing a large steak into strips. He asks what I want. I tell him that the steak looks good and ask him to make me a steak sub. After a brief moment, he hands me a sub roll packed full of thick slices of raw steak.

DJ Log: January 4, 2013 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am working on a project at a work station inside a small warehouse. There are several LCD monitors and pieces of camera equipment which are to be fitted into transport cases. There is a guy standing at a table beside me trying to put one of the screens into a duffel bag. I tell him that we need to get the hard shell cases for them.

I walk across the street into a store that sells cases. After looking around for a bit, I can't decide which cases are the right size. I buy a bunch of different cases and push them back into the warehouse on a large flat cart. I find that the cases are too small so I take them back and trade them for larger ones. I put one of the large cases on my bench and fit two of the large screens into it along with tripods and a smaller box of cameras and accessories.

The guy looks at me and asks, “What are you doing?” I reply, “This is what I do. I stuff weird equipment into cases and ship it out.”