Non-Lucid Dreams
Morning: The intention worked!! Holy $#%* that was pretty cool! Well I guess I'll detail the dream. TITLE: COKE HOTEL I remember being at a car auction. They had Mercedes Benzes (mostly Red ones), to rally cars. I specifically remember a lady telling me they had as many cars as they had salesmen. I remember walking down a country road alone, I happened upon a church with a big parking lot. It seems as though the church parking lot turned into the big car auction. People driving the cars back and forth to the auction block would smoke there tires like crazy. Then one cars suspension was messed up. So I asked someone if the piece that joined it to the car was just like the lego piece it looked like (we all know the piece, the piece that clicks wheels on lego cars, a cylinder with sliced ends). The actual piece in the dream was very similar except that it had this spring piece on the end with a plate attached, I examined it in detail. This was the same car that my boss had wrecked a long time ago and he was afraid to drive it, but it was somewhat glorious for him to drive it once again. Somehow the car auction turned into a wedding reception?? It was a huge party and I was extremely drunk (which is odd because I cant even remember the last time I drank). A friend dumped out a line of coke one the edge of a picture frame that was hanging on the wall near numerous party goers. I whipped out a dollar bill and snorted it sloppily (which is weird because it's been at least 7 years since I've done coke, I can remember that one!). The party goers where rather shocked by my action but not to the extend that one would think. Then it was time to go to bed, i still felt very intoxicated, I was a little disappointed the coke didn't do more, i knew that I would have a retched headache in the morning. There was talk of buying some more coke but nothing came to fruition. I was so drunk I laid down in the floor and was starting to try and get comfortable to go to sleep. My brother appeared and showed me to our room in the Hotel (yes the church apparently turned into a hotel). It was a big giant suite and there was a girl with my brother, I called her by the wrong name at first, something like Larissa. I went into the back bedroom and looked out the window to see the roof of a lower portion of the hotel. I walked back into the main room noticing a crack in the floor, this crack told me that "hay" this was the old room that we used to rent all the time back in the day. The crack had widened significantly since "back in the day" and it bowed beneath my feet as I stepped into the main room of the suite. Then I woke up knowing I was gonna have a horrible hangover. Lucky for me it was a dream. Beautifully Detailed First Entry I'm siked what a great start Been doing RC's all day when I remember. I've done them at least 20 times as I've been thinking about LD'ing all day. Will do a WBTB with a MILD and WILD at 6 hours. Well I guess that's kind self explanatory but hay whatever. Thinking what my mantra is going to be.....
12.18.2012Organic Chemistry Teacher (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm sitting down in a classroom of my old Organic Chemistry I teacher, and she's being awfully mean to everyone. She's probably stating some things to scare others about how exam results will turn out. She's wearing a red blouse with a fairly huge V-neck shaped design starting from her neck until midway from exposing her cleavage. _________________________ 12.18.2012I met Obama There (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I just remember mentioning to someone that I met President Obama at some Kitty place, when it all actuality, it was a place near my University. I was so engrossed with the idea that this place was "Kitty" something something (can't remember the name) that I started to see Obama himself. But not exactly, just a person wearing a large mask of him. I shake his hand, assuming it's President Obama, and then I tried to be neutral in my comment. By that, I merely tried to play both sides, Democratic and Republican and simply said what the two sides would say individually towards one side. Obama responds in confusion, "Okaaaaaaaaaaay...." And I leave.
I cant really recall a lot of this dream, because I woke up and thought I didn't have a dream until I remember this after getting off the phone with whoever it was that woke me. I am in bed, in a different style apartment then the one I live in. Everything is slick and black, reminds me of one of those example apartments you get shown when renting. (although they never actually look that nice) There is a short little statute with glowing red eyes sitting on the counter in the kitchen. A friend of mine is there, I never actually see his face, but I know it is a guy and he is familiar to me. He stands next to the statue all night and just stares at it. The next morning a cooking show is going on in the kitchen. The woman who is teaching it is a blonde I had never seen before. She is running around the kitchen cooking what I believe to be some kind of roast bird. The friend is now following her every command, and paying the statue no mind. Taking it upon myself to destroy the statue, I grab it and smash it on the ground. Inside is a cooking thermometer. The ones that you stick in your meat to tell what the internal temperature is. She grabs it and then try's to stab me with the thermometer...Now I am on a balcony of sorts, one side has slides going down a couple floors and you can see kids playing. The other side has glass doors leading into someones home. I have no clue where I am or any of the people surrounding me. In my hand is a rather tall slender bag of weed. This should have signaled a dream, because I have never smoked weed. I then go on to tell the people around me how I miss smoking. (I recently quit smoking cigarettes and fell of the wagon two days ago) They tell me to be quiet because people can hear me. A group of kids comes up to us and begins trying to buy the weed. I tell them I will give them my contact information and I will call them at an appropriate time. I take out my iphone, but the UI is completely different, it doesn't look like my iphone at all. There are no apps, and there is this scrolly bar at the top that keeps telling me I am late for a meeting. (Also should have noticed this was a dream at this point as well) I give the kids a wrong number which is very similar to my real number. The group of people I was with go and sit back down and then I wake up.
Dream 1: Our Old House. My Younger Brother is very bad with our mother just because of his wife. He called someone at home to Insult my mother. That new person was insulting my mother and when I listen voice that insult. I came out from room to yard and start insulting that person that you cant talk to my mother like that. And that situation was very emotional.
In my dream my mom mentioned to me and my sister Chris how she had seen the youtube video of us going down a zipline. She liked it and found it humorous. She didn't have to show the video to me, since my mind went into re-play of the event in a de-ja vu dream. It turns out it was actually a previous dream I had of my sister and I going down a zipline in a large park by a river. My sister was screaming most the way down, and I gave a few good yells just for effect as well. Now when I originally had this dream it was in the first person view, but now I seen it from 3rd person and from different camera angles. I wasn't aware of the park cameras that were recording us in order to put us on youtube, lol. I think the original dream was much earlier in the night where I would not have remembered it except for the recall granted by the re-play of it.
Lucid: I go to bed at 22.00 pm with an extra strong melatonin supplement and an aspirin (500 mg). I ran 3 miles that evening like always. I take a Temazepam (20 mg) at 23.00 pm. I walk around town, I see a car. For some odd reason I feel I need to check reality. So I look at my fingers, and see, I have 6! I stabilize, because I used to forget stabilizing a lot and I would wake up or have a very weak dream. I decide I want to go to the moon, so I do that. It is very dark there and it gives me the creeps, so instead I decide I want to go somewhere serene, perhaps a nice field with some water. I try to make a scenery, but fail the first time. It is a boring, cold, wet little park in the middle of town. I try again, and there it is, a beautiful place, with flowers and a river flowing gently through it. It is warm and nice, a perfect place to meditate. I decide to meditate, and for some reason my body flies up in the air while I am lying down. I decide that it's normal, because I am dreaming and these things happen in even the most stable dreams. I keep meditating for a while because I was tired, even too tired to do much while SLEEPING, I know it sounds odd, and I also thought it was kinda weird to be honest. I decide I want to take a walk, at the time I felt the lucidity slipping and my control getting even shakier than it was before. For some odd reason there is an ugly, rusty, old, blue car standing in my scenery. I want to get rid of it because it is ugly. I try to make it disappear, but I only succeed in cramming it into a sort of wrinkled lump of iron. I get frustrated and feel the vividity slipping FAST now, I try to stabilize, but it is too late. I wake up. It is 5.30 am. Non-lucid: I'm standing in line for a doctor's appointment with my friend/sort-of-complicated-person. The assistant at the desk picks up a strange looking, khaki trench coat and a grey scarf, and says they used to belong to Hitler. My friend puts it on and it changes colour to red and becomes longer. I say he looks like a vampire and that it looks cool. Never once do I find the situation odd in any way. My alarm goes off and I wake up. It is 7.00 am. Snippet: Something about being pregnant and trying to get an abortion, but the fetus surviving. Presumingly right before waking or just after falling asleep. Comments: The dream that turned lucid was surprisingly normal, almost exactly like real life. The non-lucid dreams were much weirder and more random.
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Updated 02-11-2013 at 05:39 AM by 59674 (yep)
I took a woman out for a date. RF and another person (a woman) suggested a place. I found the place too pricey. We changed to KFC. There were meals that costs over P400. I had to clarify if that was for two or just for one. Then I realized I left my wallet in a different pair of pants. I whispered to her the dilemma and she seemed displeased. The waiter was planning something nasty, so I threatened him, creating the illusion of heat (or cold?) in his balls and eyes if he ever tries to do his misdeed. I am walking with RF and V in Quiapo. V looks a lot thinner. Afternoon. I have to get stuff, but it was too late. I remember I should get AM's Smartbro. I thought with panic "That was today?!" I told RF I have to go back. It's already night. I didn't want to go back and forth with the pieces of paper, so I left it with him, grateful that he took it. Going back, I needed to take a tricycle. Gg was already there, and we live near each other anyway. The driver does not seem to want to move. Gg was singing to get him to drive, I think. No go, so we took a jeep. I was worried the driver of this one won't hurry either. We were going downstairs. By "we" means me and some person. It seems to go underground. Then I'm in a mansion with some people. There's an old guy who looks European, and one who seems to be the husband or partner of the woman I was dating. He doesn't seem offended, but I think he was the one who sent the "assassin" waiter, but I sensed it's all in the past now. I keep walking around the 'circle' in the mansion, hoping to go up a set of stairs, but I ended up walking on the tables. I was reprimanded, and I apologized for not noticing I was already walking on tables. I jumped down and looked for the stairs.
I have been dreaming for sometime, a battle with a swordsman and a bikini clad cowgirl (like from DOA) have made that very clear. I am walking down a street, a little girl dressed in dark blue komino is walking beside me. I say something to her and she vanishes. Walking up to a building I see two guards. One suddenly raises a hand towards me as in a stop motion, I cut him down, the other is stabbed through the chest from behind. The little girl walks out the door. We do not go inside though. I continue walking down the street and am directed by a guard down a side path. I am told that the most powerful swords are made from the special red and brown nuts found in this forest. There is said to be a legendary green nut that grows deep underground that is said to make the most powerful swords. I begin to go into this cave alone. The girl will not follow me, I have the strangest feeling she is family. Walking deeper into the cave, I notice weird spike like roots growing from the ceiling. Walking further a voice speaks, enter the mole man. As I continue on the voice tells me, "Go back, no one shall have the sacred nut." I do not question him, I continue forward. The tunnel begins to get smaller, forcing me to crawl in a prone position. Moving further through the tunnel it begins to vibrate, the mole man erupts from the side of the tunnel and I awaken.
I often dream of water, either the ocean, streams, or ponds. Last night my wife and I were at a beach we've been to before, sitting in an ocean-front restaurant watching the waves and the surf. The ceiling was made of windows. I saw the ocean start pulling back like it does when a giant wave starts building, and I knew it was coming. The whole ocean started rushing toward the shore, and crashed into the building we were in. I watched the water and followed it with my eyes as it rushed up over top of us. The water eventually covered us, then receded. We went outside to look around, and saw a giant sand dune had formed in the middle of the water just off the shore. People started grabbing their boards to go back out for another surf : -)
12/18/12 Garden of Life I am with Alicia in a car heading downtown. We park in a large parking garage of a large mall of some kind. There are many levels of the mall, some of which have stores and others have offices. The lower levels are stores, the upper levels are offices. There is a huge open courtyard in the center of the mall. Alicia and I come to the top level of the mall. I look down in the courtyard where they have a magnificent garden. It is amazing. I pull out my camera and start taking photos. I want to go down lower and get some more photos. Alicia seems to want to go. We go into the hallway ramp that leads down to the next level. Alicia goes to the elevator, but I tell her we can walk and I can take photos on my way. She seems annoyed but follows me. There are fish tanks lining the walls here with many colorful fish. I take a few photos of the colorful fish. We make our way down to the bottom level where I walk among the colorful flowers and take more photos. Alicia is getting more impatient but I don't pay any attention to her. I take a photo of a small lake that's inside the mall. I am far more interested in the garden than in shopping. I am still taking photos when I wake up. The Fallen Gunslinger I am on the beach again, the beach that is described at the beginning of my lucid dream hypnosis program. I walk down the beach, going along with the program until I fall asleep and into a lucid dream. Though I am lucid, I am not really thinking about any of my dream goals, so I continue walking down the beach because it is a pleasant scene. For a while I don't see any people on the beach, but then I spot something in the distance. I approach to see what it is. At first I think it is just a pile of old cloths on the beach, but then it moves a bit. When I get a little closer I see it is a man. He doesn't look like he is in very good shape. I can see from the tracks in the sand that he has exerted a lot of effort to drag himself up the beach, away from the water. I'm not sure why he was so determined to get away from the water. I get closer and I see he has a pair of antique looking guns hanging by his sides, and there is a bloody cloth on his right hand. I am not sure who it is yet, but I can tell he needs healing. I approach him and carefully try to wake him. He is surprised by my presence and I think he tries to draw a gun, but I know he is probably delirious and he is unable to pull the gun. I am also not worried about getting shot in a dream. I tell him to relax, I am there to help… I am a healer. I carefully take the bloody cloth off of his right hand to find he has two fingers missing. The flesh around the missing digits is angry and inflamed, the infection has spread most of the way up his arm. That is when it occurs to me that I have found Roland from the Dark Tower series by Stephen King. He asks who I am, I tell him my name is Raven, and I am a healer. This looks nasty, but I'll heal it up. I focus on the song Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack and focus the healing energy through Roland's body. I can see as the infection retreats and fades… the part that really takes Roland by surprise is when his two missing fingers begin regenerating. I finish the healing, and he clearly looks a lot better. I wonder if there is anything else I can do, but before I have a chance to do anything I wake up.
1st dream- I was in a car by myself in the passenger seat and the car was moving. Some random woman grabbed the car before I crashed into something and swung it around. Then there was some guy driving me around. We stopped at a school and got out. He told me wait in some room. I heard sounds of a fight, someone said something about going outside. Then it was later and even though that guy had seemed nice, someone said he was a murderer. Actually there was some murder investigation at the school or something. I thought I could help, but no one wanted me to. I almost fell off the bleachers, but someone caught me. 2nd dream(just before waking up) I was in the TV room curled up in the chair with my sketchbook. I vaguely remember someone asking me what I was going to draw or if I would draw something. I was using markers, but I messed up. I went to use the colorless blender to see if I could fix it, but suddenly the drawing was in colored pencils and I had just used a white colored pencil. The drawing had a lot of dark blue/purple and yellow. It was a scene of a city in a desert with a castle and maybe someone on a magic carpet? I got out some white-out even though by this time there wasn't a mistake, but I dropped it in the middle of the drawing. Weirdly there was a deep voice telling me a story. The drop of white moved around, getting bigger, forming into a small castle made of light. Then I woke up.
I was in my basement, laying on the footrest infront of the TV. I was playing the new Call of duty game (Black ops II). (Ironically, I haven't played the new COD, or even seen my friends play it. I'm not even very interested in COD games.) Even though I never played it in real life, I was very good when I played in the dream. I was using some kind of sniper rifle with an oversized scope, and trying to shoot people in the head. The map we were playing was some sort of city in the desert. Eventually, the dream got sort of warped, and I went from playing the game to actually being in the middle of a warzone. But the dream faded at this point.
Updated 08-10-2014 at 03:36 PM by 53527
I had quite a weird dream lastnight. I was waiting outside the front doors of my school that I am currently at (in america) for the bus and all these random people came up to me and different people were all trying to ravage me and find my wallet and phone. I got up and retrieved my phone and wallet. The bus arrived and I remember feeling cool because I was wearing a singlet and I quickly ran over to the bus and felt that my working out had worked because I was wearing a singlet. While the bus route was taking me home, I noticed it was a road that was back at my home town in New Zealand (I am currently in America). This guy thats on my bus route here in America wanted to listen to my music on my phone and hes a stoner in real life. So I decided to let him listen to some original new zealand reggae music. (Bob Marley). I remember I kept trying to get this 1 song but my phone was acting weird. It kept saying that I only had 1 song, but I fixed it. He began listening for awhile and while we approached my bus stop (acouple miles away) I asked for it back. He asked what I would do if he didn't give it back. And im not a very aggresive person so I said I dont care, I dont want to fight. I just kept looking at my phone. Annnnnnnnnnd then my friend woke me up irl hahh.
12-15-2012 -- This one started in a large house, though I'm not sure it matched up with any real life houses. I had a room set up near the front of the house, and there were lots of other rooms here, as well. Hints of some of the big BM houses from other dreams. I'm watching TV or playing games or something, but then end up walking further back into the house. I am walking down a hallway where in past dreams BM had a bedroom and bathroom. This time there is no sign of her, but there are several attractive young ladies, late teens to early 20s, who have bedrooms here. It is the middle of the night, but for some reason most of their doors are open while they either entertain guys, or are just sleeping completely in the nude. I think several of them are girls I can remember from high school. I'm looking at one sleeping girl, and thinking about just climbing into bed with her and going at it. Suddenly it is a couple of hours later, and I did it. We had a great time, I enjoyed myself, she enjoyed herself, but it's all over, the dream skipped it, and I didn't have the chance to actually experience it. Le sigh. Its now the next day, getting on to evening, and I am remembering this, and thinking about heading down that hall and doing it again, when some girl enters my room. She starts to pull the sheet off my bed, and says it was put on there by mistake. I allow her to remove it, because she is cute. Next thing I know, Rosemary is there, telling me I am going to be charged for the sheet. I ask what about charging the girl who took it for the sheet, but it's not important, and I don't really care. There might have been an actual reasonable transition, but if so, I can't remember it. The next thing I am aware of, I am on a road somewhere, standing in front of a big rig which is slowly moving. It is pushing me along down the road, fairly slowly, but gently speeding up. Moment by moment I am more and more in control of the thing, kind of steering it by way of the large set of bull horns mounted on the front of the cab. I'm slowly and carefully making my way to the side of the cab, grabbing on to the mirror both to continue to help steer, and to have a handhold from which to try and swing myself up into the cab and the regular seat. Problem is, it is getting kind of spooky as the road we're on is a very steep mountain road, very narrow, with a mountain rising up on one side, and a cliff dropping off the other. Somehow the process of moving to the side of the vehicle and trying to climb in is making the truck waiver a bit, and its kind of nerve-wracking. I half-succeed in climbing in, and half just decide to wait a little while for a safer area. Soon I find myself inside the cab, driving along with the old guy who has taken me on as a sort of apprentice and is teaching me to drive a truck, among other things. He explains he has gotten me a sort of learners permit, so this is all legal. He also says we're coming up to a turnoff kind of area. The mountain area we're driving through seems very familiar, and there is a slight feel of caves and things, maybe a hint of Mammoth, though if so, it vanishes quickly. Soon I've taken this turn-off, and I find myself driving through narrow streets of a small mountain town that somehow kind of reminds me of the version of Hogsmead at Universal's Islands of Adventure, though in the dream it was just a small town with narrow streets. There are lots of people running around, and my brakes aren't working too well, so I kind of end up pushing them around a little bit, almost like I was being pushed a few minutes ago. Nobody is hurt, no real harm done, but I wonder why people are so stupid as to not get out of the way. As I finally get the truck stopped, I recognize the area I have come to. It is the ski resort area I visited with the church, back when I was a teen, the one with two rooms, one for the females on the left, one for the males on the right. Problem is, the room for the males was old and beat up, and the roof fell in, so we had to evacuate, and were forced to stay in a tent, instead. For some reason there was a shopping cart in the middle of it. [We did take one ski trip as a youth group in our church, which formed the basis of this dream, though instead of some beat up hotel type place, in real life it was a very nice cabin that Gary Walker got us. This led to an entire category of frequent dreams about the ski trip. As I have gotten older, the dreams have become less and less frequent. The particular scene I am remembering here, of the collapsed room and being forced to stay in a tent was actually a dream from probably five to ten years ago. The second dream, relating back to the first dream that will be mentioned in a minute was probably something dreamed one to two years ago.] For once it is summer, instead of winter when I find myself here, but I still walk into the hotel. It seems the beat up room where the guys were supposed to stay was torn down completely, and I can remember another visit a couple of years ago when I ended up talking to somebody working in the place who was a son or nephew or something of the people who had been working here when I was visiting as a teen. Turned out he wasn't, but he knew them, and had heard a tiny bit of when the room had collapsed. Anyway, I decide to try and talk to them again on this trip, and enter the hotel. I try to talk to one person who I think might be the person I talked to last time, but he's busy and doesn't have the time to talk. The other person turns out to be the teen I talked to four or five years ago, but he is still a teen, which is why I didn't think it was him. As we're talking, some punks come in and are making fun of my hat. I am wearing a ball cap which is advertising some sort of great big bore hole in the area, and they think it is kind of dumb. I have also asked about directions getting back to town, and they are telling me to just take the turnpike and it'll only be a few miles back to town. [Kind of odd as the ski trip was in California, as would be any mountains with the cliff-side switch-back style roads I was driving on, but the turnpike is in Florida, and I am kind of realizing the town I am in, though a mountain, is about where the turnpike merges into I-75. Very screwy geography.] I just start to exit the building, when there is a hint of a lion laying down in a field, and I remember I sat down my gun. So I walk back into the hotel to pick up both my gun and my shovel. As I start to exit again, I hold them to my side, trying to kind of hide them. There are several large, gray elephants standing in the field, and though I try to hide my gun, they see it and kind of stampede away. I am walking down the street, approaching a closed up saloon that the guy I'm apprenticed to is looking at. The place has a name of Morrisey's or Morrison's or something like that, and I find myself looking at a sort of tube of shot glasses that somehow look very much like shotgun shells, buried in the ground. I am pulling a couple out to look at them. The old guy is wondering what happened to the place, and why it isn't in business, anymore, and I find myself telling him a story I find myself remembering that seems like it comes from another old dream. [No idea if this one is a real dream, or just something created in this dream.] Anyway, I am explaining how there was supposed to be a big chain of these bars throughout the area, with the original in another small town further up the mountain, but there were some funding complications and lawsuits and the like. This one was trying to get the right to open, but they could never conclude the deal, so while it was fully built, it was never opened. There was another one in another close town that opened, but was soon forced to close again.