non-lucid

This was the third or fourth dream I had of the night, after my second or third dream I got woke up from my friend calling me to pick up from school but I was going in later today so told him sorry and that I didn't' need a ride. Well, the next dream I had he was in it. We were like scuba-diving or something of that sort, in this body of water that somehow appeared to now exist in the driveway in front of his house (don't ask me how this is possible), and after the third or fourth time scuba-diving my friend died from drowning. But the dream went on, and in the dream I was expected to feel sad and etc, but I didn't really feel that bad, it also feel like I know this was going to happen, like I sensed to coming (his death). But I just started talking to these other kids at my school instead of usually talking to him. It was odd.

WARNING! THIS DJ DOES NOT MAKE SENSE!

Non-lucid, incomplete:
I dreamed about a webseries called EverymanHYBRID, some of you might have seen it. Anyway, so we were sitting in a circle and Evan whispers something in Vince' ear about having been to elementary school with me. He tells him that he once dumped a hand full of caterpillars in the hood of my coat (this actually once happened to me in elementary school). I got really angry and planned on killing him. For some reason halfway through we became a couple though. And I met his dad, and he was really not so nice, I talked to him about God, though. And he lived with his dad and shared a room with a little brother and sister, and had a very dangerous set of stairs somewhere in his house. It was really fucked up.

Analysis:
Maybe it was because I haven't exercised, or had a very long LD last night, but last night was a bit fucked up. The reason I dreamed about the web series is because I had been working on a script for my own web series, and my brother came over, and we are both big fans of SlenderARGs. The first part seems to symbolise my own agression and antagonistic attitude towards anyone who gets close to me. I find it rather typical that I had such a relationship to THIS character, as he, himself would already be sufficient for symbolising the agression, in a way, he would almost symbolise myself (I relate very strongly with this character to begin with). So it is peculiar thar I had this kind of relationship with him in my dream, especially since by the end of it, it was turned around completely. The second part seems very symbolic for my relationship with my sort-of-kind-of-complicated-partner. Again I see similarities between the characters, though less strong. It was very much like our relationship, the feeling was very similar too. The father talking about God could be my own search for faith. The younger siblings reflect both my "complicated's" younger sister, and also my own desire to have a real sibling (my half brother never lived with us and is 12 years older), this desire is especially strong around the holidays.

12.19.2012

Double Death Tragedy (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Alex has come down with some horrible illness after we've locked ourselves in one of the buildings on campus. Her grandfather and (nonexistent) brother are with us. We can hear people in the hallway who aren't supposed to be there, but they don't come to bother us.

Alex is having very violent spasms, yet she assures us that she'll be fine. Her grandfather pulls me aside and tells me that Alex is definitely going to die. I am shocked. In the short time I've known my roommate, she has become like a sister to me. I can't believe she is going to die.

But she does. She dies right in front of me.

I briefly wake up. I am relieved that it was only a dream. However, I have not moved or opened my eyes, and by the time I try to I am already stuck in sleep paralysis and then pulled back into the dream.

I leave the room that we were in, thinking that Alex is still alive. I am going with her brother to investigate why people have been trying to break in. As soon as we walk into a large common room, a bee stings me on the neck, temporarily paralyzing and blinding me. When I am able to move again, her brother informs me that a ninja girl had broken in and done something. We are not sure what, but we know that she was working for our enemy.

We split up to investigate. I come upon my mother, who is sitting with a large group of people. "Have you come for the final visitation?" she asks me in an eerie voice.

I am thinking, "Visitation...? But... Alex didn't really die. That was just a dream. Right?" Confused, I go back to the room where she was to check on her. A horrifying sight greets me: Cheyenne is lying there, dead.

I run from the room, crying, trying to find out what happened. Everyone present is too weird and crazy to answer my questions. An old man with horrible, blistering red flesh is dragging himself around the room, ranting crazily. His fingers and toes are all melded together, making his hands and feet look like flippers. He crawls in front of me and says I am too polite, just like my mother. (wtf?)

I go find my mom again. She says I don't have to be here if I don't want to be, but I don't even know what is happening and I am so distraught that I can barely think straight. All I know is that my heart feels like it is torn to shreds and I can't believe I will never see her again.

Finally I wake up, because my dream crying is making me breathe oddly in real life.

[Several days of dream fragments]

12-19-2012 -- Somehow at a train crossing with the usual fast moving trains coming out of nowhere and having to watch out for them. They are moving so fast and causing so much wind or displacement of air that large (couple/three inches thick, couple feet long) icicles are forming. I break one off, and start to eat it, until I glance at it and discover it is kind of dirty, at which point I drop it.

I get a phone call from Pat Q, but it is a wrong number ... she wasn't meaning to call me. [I think this came from recent bogus e-mail from her that was some scammer using her name.] We kind of discuss Disney for a couple of minutes before I run off.

I soon find myself on a miniature golf course, perhaps the one from the country club dream a night or two ago. I don't get to see much of the course, but I do spot what is almost a sort of pinewood derby track on the first hole. To get on the course, you don't hit the ball with a club, but place it on one of the four slots and let it roll down. Once it hits the course, you start playing normally.

Meanwhile, I find a bee buzzing very loudly in my ear, and feel it on the back of my neck. It is driving me crazy, but I can't reach it to get rid of it, and when I am hoping somebody else will, the kid who is going to do so doesn't seem to be paying too close of attention, so I am afraid he is going to get me stung.

Soon we are in a penthouse apartment where the kid lives with his family, and he is turning into a superhero, perhaps something Spider-Man-ish. He wants to go out and fight crime, but his parents won't let him. We're out on the roof, but there is electrified barbed wire all around to keep us there. But he finds a bit that is pulled up a little, and he has enough room to jump through, so he does.

I head back inside, wander around the house a bit, and end up sitting closer than I might feel comfortable to his very attractive mother, before I finally wake up.

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12-18-2012 -- Wandering around on foot in the Casselberry area, more or less on 17-92, heading north toward 436 (an area I have been in two or three dreams, recently. No idea why). There's a slight bit of hassle with some cops, but not much. Generally, they are just keeping an eye on people.

Somehow I am looking for something or going somewhere, and I end up on little back streets in the area, or even just walking between buildings. I find myself walking past some homeless people who are sick, and talking about problems with getting their benefits and things, and staying out of the way of the police.

Somehow I get involved with a sort of treasure hunt that involves finding and reaching several somewhat creepy clowns. [No, for anybody reading this, not all clowns are creepy. But these were.] I see the first at the side of the road, and the second in a building that may have something to do with a pawn shop or a loan shark. The third I find standing in front of an auto dealership with a sign urging people to go in and check out the deals.

So I go in to see the clown, but since I forget to tell the clown that I am here to see her, not the dealership, I think she kind of wonders why I am following her. I'm trying to get close so I can talk to her, while she is walking across the dealership to get back to her street.

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12-17-2012 -- This starts off in a familiar-seeming area that I don't actually recognize, that may be part church, part office. Running around, setting up some sort of business, and trying to avoid trouble. Think there is something about my dad being around, and perhaps Dale. Meeting with some sort of pastor, and avoiding trouble with a televangelist, perhaps. Somehow we drive away to avoid problems, and end up at the Buena Park Mall.

Somehow they've redone the mall big-time, and it is now huge. We're wandering through the food court, which seems to be on the roof of the 39 story building, so it is a very huge mall, indeed. We've passed up the food and stuff, and out on the edge of the roof they've got an amusement park ride which is kind of a cross between the parachute drop, a freefall attraction, and a swing ride. The center is perhaps twice as big as Knott's parachute tower, and it is also 39 stories tall, so at the top of this thing, you are 78 stories in the air.

There are no parachutes, instead there is a circle of seats facing out around the tower, and they shoot up into the air. But once they get up to the top, they swing out as individual swings as the whole thing spins around. This thing is so tall, I am thinking you are going to be able to see forever from up here! I have to ride this thing! Dale, on the other hand, is scared of heights, and has no plans to get near it.

I have no money, but I am pushing my way through the queue area, convinced I will find a way to ride this. Oddly enough, though Dale is afraid of heights, being on the roof of the building doesn't scare him at all. I don't manage to get in, but it turns out the entire line area also goes up, kind of like a very, very large Sky Cabin, so Dale and I both get a very high view of the city, even though I don't get to swing on the swings! Very fun dream, if a little short.

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12-17-2012 -- Starts as a very familiar-seeming live action version of Runescape that I've been involved in during several recent dreams. I am in the Morytania area where the ectovial teleports me, where I seem to be doing both a lot of plant harvesting, and hunting penguins. (I think either a bush or a crate this time, but I am not sure.)

Somehow I find myself wandering off into a nearby chapel to recharge my prayer, but it turns into Pine Castle UMC, where they are singing. The song is a bit of a cross between the very staccato arrangement of the 23rd Psalm, and the Thou, O Lord song, being repeated enough that when I eventually wake, it is with that music in my mind. Somehow the song is seeming very prophetic today, and as we listen to it, Kevin B. is making some sort of prophecy about eating ice cream instead of the bowl with meats and vegetables that he is holding.

It seems to kind of be working, as the bowl is turning into a bowl of ice cream ... but flavored like the meats and vegetables that were already in it. Very odd. He shakes his head like it isn't very good, yet he keeps eating it!

We're in a car driving home from the church to street where the Morans used to live, while Kevin follows on a motorcycle, still eating the ice cream. In the car, I am petting a cat which is either entirely or mostly black, probably based on Carolyn's cats. Eventually we stop in the middle of an intersection in the housing development, and start unpacking the very full car. My suitcase gets run over, but no damage is done to it. I want to be angry at the guy, but since we're in the middle of the street, I can't.

By this point the person driving is half Kevin's father Paul, and half Pat M. He's pulling out the stuff belonging to other people, and yet keeps putting my stuff back in the thing. In the dream, at this point, I have no car, so I ask him if he is giving the car to me, which would be really cool. He tells me he isn't sure. He says he was going to give it to me, but the prophecy song really makes him question that, so he just doesn't know.

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12-16-2012 -- Kind of sharing or visiting a hotel room with my brother Keith, and then, soon enough, with my brother and his wife. There are some big dogs running around. One is black, another is gray, and seems to be a Great Dane. Take a nap on the couch for a bit, and soon my sister shows up, as well. I have a bottle of lemonade without a cap on it, and somehow my sister knocks it off the table, but I manage to catch it before it can spill.

Melody and Tracey don't seem to be getting along, and are doing gymnastics at one another, trying to show each other up. Things like cartwheels and back-flips and the like, all in kind of revealing clothes, which just isn't right, since they are my relatives. Just very odd stuff.

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12-15-2012 -- Am working a security shift somewhere that seems to be a bit of a cross between TAMS and 3M. I start out working in a guard shack in the driveway, controlling entry, but it is near the end of a shift, I think, and another officer is about to come in and take over. The person who shows up seems to be a bit of a cross between John C. from 3M and Bonnie's 'cousin' Rob. He is complaining about my uniform not being perfect, and my report not being done.

By this point the guard shack has turned into a control tower kind of like at OPC, and he has exited the building to go unlock a gate. I follow him for a few seconds before deciding to return to the tower, but I find the entrance is now a very rickety ladder that I just can't climb safely. No way. It wouldn't support my weight. Rather than change back to the proper entrance, he decides to have them get rid of me, instead, which really, really annoys me.

~12:20 am - sleep, breath zhine, 9 purif
~6:30 am - wakeup

I was in a dorm. I was there because of a retreat. There were several double- or triple-decker beds. It seems men and women are in the same room. We were planning something. I remember seeing RP and LR there. There was a plastic bottle of twinkly stuff there that we opened (accidentally?), and it spread. It's hard to put into the bag. I also remember seeing my crush RS, but he doesn't look the same. Also, he looks smaller. Or maybe that's he's actual height, and not seeing him for a long time made me forget. I also recall one guy who spit on the bed. MY bed, to be specific.

I entered a bathroom after three people went out. It was one man and two women. I entered, and the place looks so backward. The bathroom was big enough, but it simply looks so dank, the walls and floors not even tiled, although thankfully the toilet looks clean enough. Also, the "shower" is nothing more than a busted pipe flowing water down from the ceiling. The funny thing is that it seems automatic, in the sense that it turns on automatically when I'm close enough, and turns off when I'm away. Then there's a metal drum about stomach height filled with water that I assume I would use to bathe, if in case the shower doesn't work.

I also remember being online, searching for something. And there's a sex act going on, with the woman on top. She was complaining to me that I don't include lesbians in my website. This kind of confused me because it doesn't look like she's a lesbian when she's doing it with a guy. They were so close in view, too.

In my dream, I was on some kind of quest at Disneyland (a mixed up dream version of Disneyland), following clues. I was with three other people- two girls who were my friends in the dream, and one guy a bit older than us who worked at Disneyland. I remember finding a secret passage to a really cool hidden clubhouse (that for being underground seemed to have a lot of natural light?) The guy couldn't fit in the passage so he stayed behind. We eventually found this pretty garden with a lot of play structures like swings/slides and things to run around on. I said out loud, "I remember this!" And then I suddenly thought, No I don't! None of this makes sense! I must be dreaming! I then felt myself waking up (I thought) and I started rubbing my hands together like crazy. All I could see was darkness, and then I had a false awakening which led to another dream I don't really remember.

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.....

12.18.2012

Organic 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.

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12.18.2012

I 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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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.