non-lucid

The dream begins in a walking dead apocalyptic setting with me and a friend in an RV. We are parked in a tunnel and are leave to get food. As we head back through the desolate wasteland to the tunnel we are attacked by two zombies. Out of nowhere, a man with a pitchfork comes to our rescue and stabs both of the zombies. He then disappears through a path near the tunnel. As we follow the path, we have come to a giant tree house where the mysterious man and a council reside. We park our rv there and then go to bed. At night I dream (yes a dream within a dream) about having 2 daughters in the rv that are eating candy. Suddenly all gravity is gone and all of the candy they were eating floats in the air. Then I wake up. That morning we have to manually move our rv. Then I wake up.

There was something I needed to do, and (in the dream) I was awake at night more than once trying to do it. I was trying not to be seen, because sneaking around at night generally looks pretty weird. I was moving slowly around the edge of the house and noticed that a side gate was open, and shut it. I noticed someone else being around, who assumed I was part of their organisation (which I was, sort of) and she gave me a headset that showed me a map, with three massive continents and a triangle between them, the main lines (there were more) that determine day and night in this world, amongst other things. I do remember the continents having names and features, but I forgot them. The 'Worldkeepers' are part of the 'Policekeepers' (or was it the other way around?) and have to ensure that the system works correctly.

The movement of the day and night took place in the minimum time that travel between the continents could happen, like the speed of light being the fastest speed, and only the "Worldkeepers", like I was, had the authority to go beyond it, which happened through a sort of teleportation that followed the lines. I was planning to use this for something or other, but I wasn't familiar with the interface because I had ended up in the past or future or something from use of the lines, so they weren't familiar with me either, and I was trying to cover this fact up.

I remember a few scenes, like a long series of gates in the night, but can't place them. I think some of them weren't possible to see from my perspective inside the dream.

Some guy at this party was calling his teacher a N, only because he was black. I talked to the guy about it, and he said he felt sorry...started crying, and then started laughing and told me I fell for that shit. After that, I wore him out with everything I could, and headed to another area of the party.

Sanding a Pool Stick

Someone was showing me how to sand a pool stick tat had been marred up and down the stick. The stick had these circular designs like stains or something.

The guy used something that looked like a saxophone reed. He said something referring to the sanding tool like, "They are expensive, so they are strong, flexible, and ___________."

He then sanded the stains and grooves out of the stick with this tool.

I woke up at this point and remembered exactly what he said about the tool. I wanted to remember it because dream quotes are important to me, but I went back to sleep and forgot exactly what was said.

Fight

I was at some kind of party. Someone had a problem with something I said. I tried to explain to him that he didn't understand the context and to just not worry about what I do. He was acting like a prick, so I put my hands on him, pressing on a pressure point, and hoping to get him to decide not to fuck with me. He wanted to fight.

I really didn't want to fight, so I told the guy I was going to tell someone at the party. I was hoping this would make the guy decide we really shouldn't fight, but the guy didn't care. I decided I would just fight the guy.

I went out and was ready to kick the guys ass, and quickly found I wasn't very flexible. I had my jeans on over my sweats. I quickly took off my jeans without him attacking me. I then felt much better, but then we didn't fight anymore.

I then went into some apartment or dorm. I think someone is going to be expecting me to be in it and steal something, or do something else wrong, so I hide behind a little wall. I can still see someone walking up some stairs, but suspicious, and looking for me. I can see their feet and so they see me, but then just walk up the stairs as though they hadn't, or they saw me and then the dream changed so that they actually didn't see me.

The dream was vivid. I should be able to remember it in greater detail.

The End.

I'm forgetting how some of these dreams start. I can only remember a few. I'm inside a music shop, one that I thought of. The music store was filled with so many different types of musical instruments but the only instrument I was interested in was the piano. The piano was all I could play while living in my house.

This store looked a lot like the one near the park where I used to walk whenever I found curiosity in the city. I imagined it while dreaming. This place was also seen as a dangerous part of town if you're walking alone. I never liked this place in real life or in this dream. But this music store was the only interest I had while dreaming and while I was dreaming of it, I thought of my beautiful piano. I never actually played one in the dream but I thought of it.

As soon as I was done finishing up, I walked in to the back room of the store and begin making an exit towards the waking life. The next room I entered was very quiet, not for long though. I saw one of my favorite rappers who is obviously Eminem! Well, at the time he was only Slim Shady. I also saw one of his friends, I think it was Proof too.

It is sort of hard to explain this next part. Eminem wanted to make a song about his father at the moment, a good song, and they were performing the song now. Proof was in the background while Eminem was moving his arms gangster style. This whole thing was all inside my head. I saw a screen of them both performing it but never saw it in that room.

When the dream ended, I realized I was now in a paralyzed state. I noticed because I felt very sleepy at the time. I was laying in bed thinking it to be real until I found out I had no power to move my feet. I was in fear and it only got worse when I felt a sensation of an upcoming terror entering the room! I tried my whole best to get up from bed. My eyes begin to close and the more they tried to close, the harder it was to try and stay in the position I was. After this, I woke.

So I was in the gymnasium at my old middle school, and a football game was taking place. But I wasn't participating, but rather I was flying around on a small, wooden chair.
I specifically remember seeing one boy who apparently did not know the rules of football because he caught the ball, then stood there dazed and confused.
So I basically spent my time weaving through the players and enjoying the flying chair. I learned to control it, but as I did, I noticed that I was having more and more difficulty flying. (I could control the chair by holding onto the side of the seat, pulling up on one side would cause me to bank and therefore turn. Pulling up on both sides would go up. Leaning forward would make me go forward) Early on, I was flying high above everyone's heads, near the ceiling of the gymnasium, but by this point I was only a few inches off the ground.
I flew over into the corner and got off. There was an old woman there who requested to have a flying chair too. A second wooden chair appeared.
At this point, I wanted to try and get into the air again, so I got onto my chair, and flew into the wall. But before I hit it, the chair tilted to the wall, so the bottom was facing the wall. I went straight up the side of the wall about ten feet, then flipped around and glided back down towards the floor. I tried to keep going higher, but the flying wooden chair seemed to be out of power because it could barely hover, and eventually the chair was scraping against the ground until I came to a stop in the middle of the gymnasium.
I kept trying to get the flying chair to work some more, but it refused. I think that I woke myself up out of my frustration.

I should try that chair in a lucid dream. Tonight, maybe. My next lucid dreaming experiment is to try to create a "dream base". I can remember reading somebody's forum post about the idea. The concept is to incubate a dream inside your base so you become lucid. I think that the intent of building a base with the knowledge that you would return may increase the number of lucid dreams.

12.27.2012

Green Lantern and Shotgun (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm wielding a shotgun that looks like it's just a toy rather than the actual weapon. Green Lantern, the one from Justice League and Justice League Unlimited, is out to help me (I think) hunt after some older man.

I don't know why I would be on a hunt for someone, but I had feelings of fear that if I had to reload, the old man might come out of the doors I'm going through and shoot me. Fortunately, that didn't happen, but there was one moment where I was very close to being shot at.

I think Green Lantern was just flying around, can't recall much because I didn't really give much devotion to recalling dreams today.

So at work (where else) I came up with a brilliant idea to fix my flying problems. You see, I often have no trouble taking off, but end up losing altitude; or find myself unable to move from vertical to horizontal flight without losing too much altitude. It's a mental issue, I know. I can't "unfeel" gravity 100%, so it continues to exist a little. So if I can't cancel it, I can at least beat it! I was in a dream a few nights ago, and found myself flying. When I remembered the trick I invented, I tried it. I pretended my hands and feet were thrusters, like on Iron Man's suit. It worked. I took off vertically, and went high. Higher than what I usually manage. And I went fast. Very fast. This experiment was a success, and I'll use that trick every time from here on out.

My dream recall seems to be pretty meh today, but oh well.

Dream 1:
Don't remember most of the dream. There was some stuff/events happening inside some sort of spaceship. Later i was at home doing stuff at my comp(I am sure there's some stuff between spaceship events and that, just can't remember it...). Then i was on the street intersection, where my mom was arguing with someone that he was driving incorrectly or something, and eventually more and more people was around and i ran away for some reason. Then i was at home again watching some videos on different PC. Something ticked me off about these videos and i was like "I must be dreaming...", and then "Wait a second...", "I am dreaming!". As i was about to do some dream stabilization i turned around and i saw chandelier that was in that room, and it was moving and felt 'alive'(seems to be recurring DC in my dreams once in a while actually). As soon as i looked at it, my vision was like i was looking from three different places at same time(trippy! hehe), and everything went dark, and then i woke up.

Note: I prolly should have done WBTB at this point, since i had like one more hour of sleep left, but i completely forgot to and instead went to sleep after writing what i could remember from that dream.

Dream 2:
There was some sort of race and apparently racers had a break so i was trying to show them what i created in fraxy. Ended up misclicking and showing someone else's creations, though eventually i did showed what i wanted to show.

Note: Don't remember much of this dream prolly because alarm woke me up, it tends to murder my dream recall at times.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had yet another lucid dream this morning, it wasn't much this one either but still had a bit of fun.

01.30: Sleep

11.00: Sliding and flying and starting fires DILD
I'm at my friend G's mom's house. There's a candle or something on a table next to me and I'm holding a bottle of perfume. I throw the bottle at the flame and it blows up. I duck to avoid the big fireball. I throw another bottle and run for the door. The bottle explodes and the entire place is on fire. For some reason I have just managed to burn G's mom alive, she was a dice on the table (?). I follow a couple of train tracks.

I suddenly realize I'm dreaming. 'Ah good, then I don't have to worry about his mom'. I keep on following the train tracks and arrive at a small shed. I try to imagine finding a hot girl in there but when I look inside there's no one there. I usually don't have problems summoning people. I decide to stabilize the dream a bit so I rub my hands on the tracks and pick up some dirt just to feel it. Everything becomes clearer. I hear a sound nearby and look up. No one's in the shed still, but G comes walking down the tracks. I'm worried he's pissed because of his mom but he seems fine. I stand up on the tracks. "Watch this" I say and slide on them. G mimics me and soon we're going really fast. After sliding for a little while I understand that I can't go any faster. I jump and start to fly instead. I have trouble controlling the momentum but it works decently. I turn around and fly back when the dream starts to fade.

12.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

A School Adventure

I was in a study hall I think. It wasn't exactly a class in any case. An authority figure, a woman, showed me and someone else a picture of space. It showed Earth and several other planets very close to each other. Each planet was inside of a bubble that depicted a danger zone for each planet.

Some planets were in large bubbles. This meant more danger. These planets were bunched up. These large bubbles intersected the other planets bubbles; furthermore, they indicated that they were in danger of meteors hitting them.

At this point, the person I was curled up in a spherical gel bed. He went on saying how he wasn't going to sit there and just let something bad happen. I thought his bed was a pretty good idea. It could prevent small meteorites from hitting you and killing you. I thought I might lie next to the bed for cover from one side, though I realized I could still be hit from another side.

Dream Skip

I then had an assignment from a teacher. It was to read a book and do a report on the main character--a historical figure.

I took the book and was about to study, but I asked a girl I was with to suck me for just one second. She did and I liked it. Sure, it was a stupid short blow, but IWL I subscribe to the theory that it's better to enjoy the shortest time than to not have any time at all.

I then started trying to do my report. I had a false memory that I had read the book before, but didn't remember any of it. I tried to begin reading and picking out important facts, but because I was actually dreaming, I had trouble being productive.

The End

Monkey Man

There was a man up on a house roof. He had a baseball. He didn't speak. He was like a monkey or something, though not as agile.

I asked him if I could have the ball. I thought he might get scared, but he didn't. He gave me the ball. I was so grateful that I went to find something he might like. I found a blue ball. It was like a racket-ball ball but it had parts cut out of it so you could stick your fingers through the ball.

I said, "Here, take this" or something, and threw it up to him. I didn't want to throw it at him, so I threw it to his side. He took a step or two and got it. I was happy he got it.

so this was on 12/27/2012. Just started Djing and made a new account :P I could only remember this one in bits and my dream recall has been really hazy for a while.

In the dream i got a bunch of yugioh cards which were older like from 2004 or something. I went around in my different dreams jokingly challenging people around me to yugioh or pokemon battles. I think i was in school.
I tried playing some private servers and at one point i was using expensive gear in a pvp area that looked like distorted version of falador and two rangers were teaming on me so i ran into a bank.
I also got a view of Alex B. playing some kinda shooter game, it was wierd because it felt like i was part of the screen or maybe part of the game but just watching.
At school i was in Mr.Jackson's class and i saw my name, my little brothers and Tyler R.'s name on some sort of ranking system. My name and my little brother's name were distorted or looked a little wierd or something.
I go to school late and i catch a glimpse of Mr. Forsythe at a place that kinda looked like the library except it was reversed. I then meet up with Ben D., Brad, Nick and David from our comp sci class. I challenge David? to a pokemon battle and he accepts and chooses a dragon type Pokemon(which i never get to see lmao) I decide since dragon is weak to ice i will choose a Pokemon with ice fang. I decide that a bunch of elephants which are randomly on the floor at this point(also very small for elephants shorter than me) probably have ice fang because of their teeth. While going around them i can see their stats somehow and the strongest ones all have the same stats of 189 or something like that. So i choose one, but i become scared to pick it because of its tusks. My friend Stevan k.( or maybe its Stephan can never tell with those serbs). helps me pick it and suddenly me and David are at opposite sides of the room. We throw these blue spear like figures at each other and basically ignore the elephant and the supposed dragon type Pokemon David picked. I fake aiming at my elpehant but just throw the blue thingy at David. We never hit each other because were somehow became pro dodgers. I then woke up.

12-01-2012 -- I'm running across town with Rosemary, Cheryl, and the kids, heading for Wet 'n Wild or some such place. It is the end of November or the beginning of December, and at one point we are even running through snow, but we're all in bathing suits. We're carrying a Slip 'n Slide of all things, planning to ride it down the slides to make them slide better, except eventually the kids forget about it, so I have to wrap it up and half-carry, half-drag it.

The water park is one that is very close to what I've been dreaming about the last few years, not like the ones I dreamed about decades ago, and I think it is a Disney water park, though perhaps not based on a real one. Cheryl has gotten quite a bit ahead of us, the kids are more or less with me, and Rosemary has fallen behind as we reach the place. Cheryl has already run through and paid, and we come running up, explaining we're with her. There's no problem with the kids, but me they aren't sure of. Before it can become a problem, however, the guy questioning me has disappeared, and we're inside.

We have to pass the main pool area to reach the locker areas, and the beginnings of the paths up to the water slides. There is no firm division between the male and female portions of the locker rooms, so people are just changing everywhere, and I am a little shy, but am trying to look without looking at some attractive ladies, but it doesn't yet register that this is dream stuff.

I'm heading up through the almost empty lines because we're so close to winter, until I come to the lowest of the water slides. This thing only seems to have a single loop to the slide before it drops into the water ... and when I try to ride it, the dream even skips most of that, and just drops me into the pool at the end, but it is still fun. I go up again, and slide back down again, and in the dream I am having fun, but looking back, it wasn't all that special.

At one point the slides are turning more into a log ride, and I am riding it without one of the logs, as usual. There also seems to be some guy threatening me, but I am trying to ignore him. Soon things are turning back into regular water slides.

There is some lightening and thunder, and some rain that is getting heavier and heavier, and rumors of possible flooding. I'm surprised the place is still open. Cheryl is in front of me in the lines, and disappears into the crowds, but them comes back for me. "Come on, come on," she's calling out, urging one of the kids to catch up to her, just before one of the sets of switch-backs in the lines. The kid cuts through a narrow area between the wall and the lines, but I look at it, and there is no way I'm going to have a chance to fit.

Finally I decide to give up on it, and just turn around to exit the line, but the crowds keep growing, and now I am having to kind of push my way through them even to get out. I make my way back to the locker room, and it is still sort of combined. I am glancing around to see if I can see anything nice, but I can't. Too bad, I'm thinking to myself. If I could see a little female nudity here, I would know I'm dreaming. [Conveniently forgetting the nudity I saw earlier, passing through.]

Turns out somebody got hurt, so the line quit going forward, which is why it is now backing up so quickly. There are sirens, and the paramedics are coming through with stretchers, trying to reach the person who got hurt. They push their way deeper and deeper through the crowds. Meanwhile, I am on the outermost portion of the line, and I find myself standing by a stretcher, watching it for them. The crowds are so thick, the paramedics end up passing the girl through the air over people's heads, with the crowds helping out. It seems to be a bit of a cross between Amy F. from high school, and somebody in a badly sewn Catwoman costume.

I help to position her on the stretcher, and start to move her out, figuring the paramedics will catch up with us soon, but somehow I accidentally drop her on a weird sort of elevator going back up into the ride. Darn! I wait, knowing somebody will bring her back out again, soon. There are people that I actually know in the line ... Bud DeVries from Cadets, and a couple of people from high school (including a person who was a punk in the past, but has since apologized for it, who I am being kind of snotty to).

The girl is being passed back my way, and by this point is a completely random dream character. Somehow I have now come to realize I am dreaming, so I am planning to heal the girl with a touch, and then have a little bit of naughty dream fun with her. But as she is passed nearer and nearer to me, she slowly disappears. "No big deal," I think. "I'll just find another girl to have some fun with."

I'm just starting to look for one when I run into Kevin. Unlike usual, I am actually thinking it is a good thing that his brother Dale isn't around, because I know he wouldn't approve of what I have planned. I glance up at the boat I am leaning against, and darn it, there is Dale, dressed in Runescape-like fishing gear, and fishing from the boat. I'm really disappointed because he is really straight-laced, and won't approve of me having the kind of fun I'm thinking of, even in a dream!

12-26-2012 -- [This one is interesting to me mostly because of just how much it is all over the place. It goes anywhere and everywhere ... heck of a lot of different scenes for one little dream. Unfortunately as so often, the first part is mostly gone.]

Starts out with a combination of military stuff and Harry Potter bits. I am Harry Potter, fighting off Voldemort with the help of the military. There are bits of military police, chases, guns, and faking my death, while trying to gather weapons to aid with the fighting. Lots of chasing, and some long, neat scenes that are almost entirely gone, unfortunately. And all taking part in what is turning into Boisseranc Park.

Soon I find we are exiting the park on the center road [in real life, there is only one road into the park, on the 'west' side of the property, but the road we're on is one that doesn't exist about midway between the real road and the handball courts.] As we're exiting, we have to pass through a security check point, and I am hoping the guns we have on our persons are hidden well enough to not trigger all the alarms and things. But we go through without problems.

We're in mom's green car [mom never had a green car, nor have I], just about to pass a building and turn out on the road, and mom points it out and mentions that it is Fred and George's new building, and I just lose it. For the last ten days she has pointed this out each time we drive by it [never mind this is the first time I've dreamed this] and I'm tired of it, so I get really insulting and snippy. Really obnoxious, and I feel kind of bad about it even in the dream.

Soon we're in Smith's Food King, doing some shopping, and after how I blew up, I'm afraid to try and add anything to the shopping cart because I think she is still angry at me ... but I can't resist it when I come across a couple of packages of Sanderson Farms chickens wings at .49 cents a pound, and a BOGO deal. Somebody else is commenting on it to me in an insulting way, but I just tell them it is a really good deal, and I am jumping on it!

Soon I am somewhere, probably in Florida, cooking up the wings, and there is no mom here, anymore. I am now an adult, and mom has turned into an attractive young lady who is either a partner or girlfriend. I am deep frying the wings in a fryer, and our boss comes by and is making a lot of comments about not over-cooking the chicken, so I cook it a lot less than I normally would. When I take them out of the fryer, the gal with me carries them over to our bosses car, which seems to be on a stakeout. We soon see them cooking the wings in the car, and griping about their joke backfiring. It seems they told us to cook them less as a joke, not realizing we were going to give the wings to them.

Soon we're walking along a chain-link fence, talking about the national economy, job market, politics, and how it all affects local crime, as I find myself approaching a kind of strip mall with a lot of storefronts in it, and a slight curve to the property. I am walking toward one that seems to be a Doctors office on the side, almost at closing time. There seem to be three other people walking up at the same time, and I am hoping that isn't going to mean I need to wait forever.

Thankfully the wait isn't too long, and I soon find myself buying either some real estate, or a cell phone, I'm not really sure which. They have a long contract which I am going through and reading, and there are several lines where I need to sign, some where I need to initial, and some where I need to enter in a property address or cellular number or something. But I am being given the contract and am supposed to take it home to fill in the last bit, before turning it in.

Soon I find myself at a cross between a restaurant and a nightclub being taught to sing by Mark and Luralee, in a setting that is slightly Karaoke-like, but really more profession. They are singing parts of songs, and expecting me to take over for other parts, and when I reach just the right point, I am belting out the last few lines as well, and as powerfully as Luralee used to do at Preston's. I am amazed, and figure I must have gotten over my voice problem! [Actually, I don't think Luralee sang that one. I think that one was one that Claudia did, later.]

12/26/12

Bed Time: 12:00 AM
Waking Time: 6:00 AM

Unfortunately last night my insomnia decided to rear its ugly face. Pity because I was going quite a long time without it. Even though I went to bed at 12:00 I was tossing and turning for quite a while afterwards. When I woke up at 6:00 I was dead tired, and couldn't remember any dreams. I decided to fall back asleep and see what happens.

Nap: ~6:15
Waking Time: ~7:45

I have vague recall of this dream, mainly a fragment.
Fragment #1: I walk with my friend J into his apartment (it is not his actual apartment, but it is in the same complex). The room we enter is scattered and unorganized. Papers of all sorts (mail, magazines, newspaper, ect.) cover the floor, and the whitewashed walls are dimly lit by a small yellow hanging light. There's a small glass table topped with littered ashtrays and we both sit down. He pulls out a bag of meth from his pocket, and I guess today I'm feeling rather ballsy because I tell him we should smoke it.

I find doing drugs in dreams very, very unusual. The effects of the drugs are unlike their real-life counterparts, and they are obviously much shorter-acting (being that one has a limited time in a dream).

After taking an acrid, sulfurous hit from a small, glass pipe, I feel a tingling sensation lurch my body over like a strong, ocean wave. We both stop moving or talking for a minute, taking hits from the pipe, just staring at eachother. I say "Wow", over and over again, the only thing I guess I can say. Suddenly there is a commotion outside, and as we go out to investigate my recall starts to fade.

The dream does not end however, I have strange curios of memory left from what happened after we exited the apartment. I have an image of walking downstairs, entering someone else's apartment, and meeting someone with a very large, developed beard. I remember jumping out of his window for some reason. Hmm, who knows, wish I had better recall under fatigue.

Well that's that, this dream wasn't what I would call a lucid dream. In my lucid dreams I generally try to exercise some of my stored up magickas rather than doing boring stuff I could do in real life , in my next dream I want to end up on a Pacific Island, and perform a ritual with the natives there, I feel that would be fun and exciting. Until next time

-- Adi