non-lucid

10-16-2012 -- Entire first part of this was lost. Second part begins with me driving down a road, heading to some kind of balloon gig I'm doing. As I am getting near the place I want to turn in, I see an attractive lady wearing one of the can can girl costumes from the Golden Horseshoe Revue. I roll down the window of the Jimmy and call out something about how much I still miss that show. The lady turns around, and I think it is Ginny, one of the can can girls I used to watch in the show.

I see another can can girl also walking up, which makes it very likely they have a performance going on. Unfortunately since I am performing balloons, I'll probably have to miss it! Darn! I park my vehicle and get out, and find for some reason I am holding and petting a baby kitten. I have no idea why, but I know I am supposed to be holding it.

The event we're all entertaining for seems to be some kind of marathon, and they are getting ready to start. There's a really smarmy, stuck up jerk who is trying to order me around and tell me where to go, saying something about how nobody except himself has any rights to anything or any kind of decent treatment. He makes it clear that I better not write anything negative about him, or I'm out of there. I wasn't expecting to write anything for the Hornet about this, anyway, but I'm sure starting to consider it, now!

I glance around, and see some helium balloons and such up on a slight slope overlooking the street where the marathon is starting, and hike up there, figuring that is probably where they want me. The rude guy is here, and now seems to be one of the balloon people. He has a huge balloon bouquet that seems to be made of very long, thin balloons and huge 3 foot weather balloons or the like. It is trying to drift off in the breeze, and I stop it, which just leads to the guy telling me to stay away from his balloons. Sheesh ... try to help somebody.

I'm talking with the other balloon artists, and starting to consider what I might work on, when I spot the fire department running around, emptying out and replacing the various porta-potties set up for the event. Don't know why they are the ones doing this, but OK. My Jimmy is parked where it might be in the way, so I go to move it, but this only causes the second window to fall into the door like the first one did in real life a couple of days ago.

I find myself standing in a hotel lobby on the hillside, looking at some fancily dressed woman who is acting really stuck up and snobbish while talking about the whole event, and there are secret service agents spying on her and everybody else. I start to spy on them, and they seem to respect me because I respect them enough to keep an eye on them. Strange.

10.17.2012

Bicycle Tube Deflated (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took a nap from 11:40am to 1:15 PM, which I really needed, and managed to remember twos dreams. I set a countdown timer for 15 minute intervals before the whole hour and a few minutes of nap was up, which was probably key to recall a dream.

I'm riding a bicycle somewhere in an environment that's similar to the Circular Road at the Clock Tower where only half of the road is the right way for the left and right side. It seems that I'm riding a bicycle, but I actually end up driving a typical white Ford Truck.

It feels really weird riding a truck with the feelings that I'm riding a bicycle....I end up pushing the White Truck around the ring road around the Clock Tower, and I wanted it to stop. I guess I had more power to push it so easily and quickly than I thought I would have.

Then I focus on a bicycle, probably this same one I was riding while riding the truck at the same time

So much confusion here.

Anyway, I check the tire of the bicycle the front one specifically, and I realized that it's starting to loose some air. There's only one way it could've done that, something must've punctured it. I slowly rolled the front tire to check for any nails or sharp objects. I saw that the valve that would receive the air for the bicycle was inverted.

What I mean by that is that you know that little nib that gets the air for the bicycle usually goes through the metal to secure the tubing and tire? Well, it ended up being ON the surface of the tire.

There was also two valves on the tire, which was weird. It could've been two nails or black metal objects, but it was hard to tell, so I presumed it was the valves with the cork screwed in.

That's all I can recall

10.17.2012

Alyzarin gets Sexual....Even more (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yeah, not really going to include it.

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I slept for 12 hours, but my recall felt real bad this morning. >.<

Museum issues
Our family was visiting the Smithsonian museum. I was having a blast. Some things we saw: A paint section, a Disney books section, a rocks section, various other collectible junk. I loved the place, but my parents hated it because at one point my brother went missing and we didn't notice until two hours into the visit. We looked everywhere but couldn't find him. Eventually we went outside onto a balcony, jumping off the side of the building, and placed vines from Minecraft to slow our fall. We went back to the car and found my brother heastruck and dehydrated in the back seat. We woke him up, gave him water, then brought him back inside the building to cool down. He told us that he lost us in the museum then went back to the car because he knew we'd eventually find him there.
As we were leaving the museum this old man said he hated the place and grabbed this giant paint ball. He gave one to me, one to mom, and one to dad. My dad filmed while this guy just threw paint everywhere. My mom and dad had also threw their paint balls (For the record, these were not tiny ones, they were like the size of my head), then ran outside. I got pissed because I wanted to revisit the place one day. Their actions would get me banned for life for sure! :/

Bible study
I was at a bible study held at my aunt's house. They were having a fast food potluck. I remember seeing McDonalds and Jack-In-The-Box. I had some jack fries, which tasted delicious by the way, but what I really wanted was a jumbo jack or a big mac. My friend Lorenzo caught my attention, so I decided to catch up with him since I hadn't spoken to him in a few years. While we were talking I tried to turn on a light nearby. It was a swag lamp that had like a circular switch. When I turned the switch over the light flickered but never turned on all the way. I noted that how weird it was that the light wouldn't function, but I reasoned that it was due to the odd switch and that I must have been using it wrong. Time went by quickly, because when I went back to grab a burger all the food was gone.

Interesting to see the lightswitch mechanics take a cameo in a non-lucid dream! One of my dream goals is to taste food in a dream, and I did that with the fries, so that's neat. It was meant to be a lucid task, but to have done it in a non-lucid is alright I guess.

10-17-2012 -- [AAUUGGHH!! Bought some apple juice but forgot to drink before bed. Woke this morning with an interesting seeming dream, but couldn't remember more than half of it. Finally drank apple juice, then spent four hours trying to get back to sleep only to manage about one more hour, and a rather lousy dream during it! ]

I'm pretty sure this started with a bit where I was at home at the Hickory house with my family, everything decorated for Christmas. Especially remember lots of silver wrapping and/or decorations. But that's all I can remember.

Led somehow to something about the Hornet Newspaper and perhaps the college, but no details available. Soon I found myself traveling with Dale to Disney World or something. I think we were in the park, but there's nothing there. No details. Soon we are outside, and are going to drive somewhere. Dale has this weird rig set up which is something like a pick-up pulling a camper, pulling a boat, and the camper is sort of flipping down to seal Kevin inside for the drive.

I think there is something that kind of resembles Knott's Jungle Island, except it quickly turns to some sort of Polynesian themed resort that happens to be in the middle of Mammoth National Park. Some guy is walking next to the tennis court, planning to get something from his cellar (which is oddly under a palm tree by the court) but when he goes down the ladder to the cellar, he doesn't come up again.

His wife or girl friend is starting to worry, and glances into the cellar, but a recent earthquake or such has cracked the foundation and leads into a new cave entrance. He's gone in and gotten lost, and his wife is freaking out about how he could have gotten lost in what must obviously be a very small cave if it has never been found before.

I am trying to explain to her that they've discovered that almost all the caves in the world are almost certainly connected if you get deep enough into them, and if you could find ways through flooded and collapsed passages, and she doesn't believe me. "How unlikely is that?!?" [In truth I take it too far. There is a very good chance that almost all caves in the part of Kentucky where Mammoth is located, the entire area under the Central Kentucky Karst, could be connected through passageways that people haven't yet found, but very unlikely that they go beyond that karst region.]

I'm trying to explain how Mammoth became the largest mapped cave in the world because of all the connections found between Mammoth, Morrison, Salt Cave, Crystal Cave and so on, but she just doesn't believe me. Thankfully there is an information desk at the hotel, and I am asking them to help me explain. Among other things they have a very thick guidebook that is actually the three Roger Brucker books bound into one larger volume, and I am trying to get the info desk person to read about some of the connections listed in the second book, Beyond Mammoth Cave.

Soon I find myself at an airport with B & C and some others. B & C are heading somewhere, and lots of us have come to see them off. Almost everybody else has already said goodbye and wandered off, but I figure I might as well stay with them to the gate. But B seemed opposed to this idea, so I wander off on my own and start out of the airport, only to find I still need to go through security.

I make it through the security check point to find myself on a deck area that doesn't start out as one, but seems to turn into an aircraft carrier or something. I see what first seems to be low-flying odd planes shooting by, but soon turns into almost a sort of centrifuge test thing to check on pilot stresses, g-forces and the rest. This thing seems to have four capsules on four arms swinging in a circle with only one above the water at any one time.

Soon there are two of them, one on each side of the ship, and as one is loading up soldiers to train and test, the other is letting them out. The ones being loaded up are all young, fit and the picture of health. The ones being released are in bad shape. Old, out of shape, either fat or skin and bones. Parts of one seem to be an actual skeleton, while others are missing limbs. Whatever they are training for, the training seems incredibly rough!

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Bonus, since it is not worth posting on it's own. I am sitting in a bedroom at a table, playing with my computer. I am playing some sort of game that involves collecting small blue gems that kind of look like the shatter pattern of a bullet through glass, or maybe making them. As time goes on, it is certainly making them, except it turns to making them out of a play doh-like or gum-like substance in real life, while sitting in front of the computer.

Whatever this stuff I am making is now in purple as well as blue, and it is something that I am taking to help me remember dreams. But a few of the bits have fallen off the back of the desk onto the floor, and I decide I should collect them. To try and climb under the space under the table, I have to move a box fan, but there still isn't room, so I have to try and shift my bed and a large (but low) bookcase as well. A lot of work. When I get under the table, I find several bits of the 'stuff' that has fallen, including a couple that have been down here for months and are covered in dust. I decide I'm not going to try and swallow those, and throw them away.

As I come back out from under the desk, Rosemary is bugging me to clean my room ... I just did, woman! I need to go to the bathroom, but as I am walking up to it, there is a handyman walking out. He has a sign on the door showing he is working on the toilet, so it is not available. I figure I will use the other restroom, but when I walk to the door of it, is is nothing but a huge hole in the floor. For some reason they seem to have removed the entire bathroom.

Walking back to ask Rosemary about this, I find the dogs have been stuck inside, and in the last two minutes they have virtually covered the floor in dog poop. Yuck! Nothing but problems and fails in this dream!

I am at school and I exit the cafeteria and head to the bathroom. Inside my friends boyfirend is there and we end up heading into a stall together and do some stuff with eachother... while we are in the stall doing stuff the edges of the stall are actually very wide and my friend and is in there and shee sees me. I quickly get off of what I was on and rush out after her.
When I get back into the lunchroom everybody is shunning me even the people I was hanging out with before I had left.

It was a very upsetting nightmare where I was trapped in a building with some people. There were other people chasing us and they had people who looked like us trying to trick us. I really hated it, so I'm not going to write more about it.

Night of October 17, 2012. Wednesday.



This first shorter dream, which is a lengthened and distorted version of the otherwise typical natural falling mechanism as the waking transition precedes my next longer one where I am more of a direct character in my dream rather than just a passive witness as in this one.



In which I transfer the “I am falling” natural waking phase to an expanded “he is falling” scenario.

My first dream here relates to an unknown male of perhaps around thirty years of age and who firstly seems to have committed suicide by jumping off a cliff. However, there are at least three scenes in a row (seemingly not dream resets or replays), seemingly at night, where he has to try a couple more times and then I think he gives up. Instead of going around and up the path, which is logical and convenient, he climbs straight back up the side. He is wearing some sort of motorcycle uniform meant for stunts, I think, like Evel Knievel; white with a black stripe down each shoulder, and wearing some sort of odd matching helmet, though which is quite angular. I am not sure who he is. I get the impression of his being a soldier at one point in the past. The night sky is an unusual dark blue and different from how the sky would look in reality. I am not sure, but it seems that it may be Grandad Bluff in La Crosse as it does look much like it.

In which I seek to use my conscious self’s higher thinking skills in the dream state but the bookstore (conscious mind) is closed (and non-lucid). I then seek to simply watch my dream subjectively (movie theater, to watch a movie of a journey over the ocean of the unconscious; a “Titanic” sequel) but it too soon decays to become an essence of a memory (warehouse). A memory of my youth begins the waking phase, an amorphous shape from the unconscious (ocean depths), yet also sharp somehow, trying to get its point across perhaps.

Next is a fairly long dream that seems to reset at least three times. My wife and I are going to Nundah (Queensland, Australia), though at one point it seems I am the only one going there, seemingly to the bookstore. It does not make much sense, as the bookstore is not open late at night. The area is quite different and somewhat like La Crosse in America. I get the impression of wanting to get certain paperback novels, but there are strange resets to where we are then going to a movie very late at night though at one point I “remember” it is a holiday and no stores are open except maybe for the theater. The movie theater is a bit odd and does not seem to have proper seats. An unknown unfamiliar boy has brought his pet to that part of town. It is a large creature that is somewhat like a cross between a jellyfish and a porcupine yet is also blob-like at times (seemingly able to get smaller or larger by quite a significant difference) which may be based on a reaction of the environment or the emotions of people in the immediate environment. Soon, I do not feel like watching a movie anymore (and I cannot even remember what it was though I think it was some sort of sequel to “Titanic”). I end up going home and then wonder if my wife is somehow back at the theater, then I realize she never left our house in the first place. The boy and his weird pet apparently were the only ones in the building, which is not actually a movie theater after all but more like a warehouse.

Yesterday I had a dream about being at the springs there was a group of people who had a house on top of them.

Last night I was watching the outer limits and on it astronauts we're being contacted by aliens. They had the star trek style video communicator, and the alien would pop up every now and then. The problem was, they spoke in music, and the astronauts couldn't understand them. Judging by tones they needed help. It was a distress call, but they couldn't figure it out. The show got interrupted by random people so I couldn't watch the end of it.

Dream - Lucid

I was in my living room on the couch, talking on the phone to an airplane stewardess. I was apparently about to go on a trip somewhere. She then suddenly said
"Oh! I know what I'm gonna do when you're asleep!"
"What?" I replied.
She then went on to say that she was going to stick a smiley face sticker on my forehead, and then one on her nose. I pictured her doing this in 3rd person. The stewardess was young and blonde, with her hair up in a bun. I saw her and my sleeping self, her with the sticker on her nose, and me with the sticker on my forehead. The smiley stickers were orange, and it looked more like we were on a bus than an airplane.
The stewardess and I talked on the phone a bit more. She sounded excited about the things she was talking about, and maybe a bit naive.

I then remember talking to my brother about something. We were in my room. He was laying on my bed. I was then sitting on the side of the bed. There was then another guy there. He came up and took my face in his hands to bring me in for a kiss. I was hesitant because I felt like my breath was bad, and that my mouth was dry from being thirsty. I lightly kissed him back. It felt dry and half-assed, probably because of my hesitation.

I then was in a lobby somewhere. Sitting behind a desk was a woman who looked just like the stewardess. Thinking about it now, it reminds me of one of the check-in lobbies at Disney World. I think I was supposed to be in another country though. MK was with me now.

I was still thirsty at this point, so I looked around for somewhere to get a drink. There didn't seem to be any vending machines, but there was a silver mini-fridge against the wall to my right. I opened it up, eager for a drink, and I saw these tiny, 1-2oz cans of soda that had the Goldfish snack crackers logo on it. I picked one up, and it was still attached to the plastic rings used to hold cans together, but decided better of it. Gross. Goldfish cracker soda. I'm not thirsty enough to touch that shit. There were some really tall cans of Coke in the back, but I didn't grab those either. I asked MK if there was just a water fountain or anything around. She pointed the bathroom out to me, which was to our right. I started to go look for it.

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I woke up this morning around 7am, and it took me awhile to go back to sleep. I finally started to drift off, and felt floaty and a little buzzy. When it stopped, I knew I was in a dream. I opened my eyes, and I was in bed in my room. The dream was not so stable right off the bat. My room seemed very dim. I got up, and heard my mom talking to someone. It was really loud. So loud, in fact, that I thought I was gonna wake up (I assumed the talking and other noises were leaking into my dream from waking life since the dream was so unstable). The talking went on throughout the dream. I didn't know how I was going to hold down this LD.

I decided to try to fly, or at least float. I floated around a bit, but still, everything seemed extremely dim and unstable. There would be moments where it would flicker into everything being bright and more stable, but they literally were just that: Moments. Lame. There would also be times where I would feel like the way to make things brighter would be to open my eyes more, but when I'd try, I'd start to open my real eyes and I'd have to stop before I woke up. I do feel like I ended up outside for a tiny bit, but it was too much for my unstable state.

There was a time or two where I did wake up, and would have to drift back off into the dream world. I remember one of those times, I didn't open my eyes or anything, and I started to "roll" around and around slowly, at least that's what it felt like I was doing. I thought about it as I was doing it, about how people can "roll out" of their bodies, and how I'd done it before when I was a younger on accident, and then again intentionally a few years later. I also heard the buzzing in my head that I associate with SP, and focused on that, and it intensified before I entered the dream again.

I was back in the dream, again in my room, and it was still dim and seemed to be fading. I remember, at some point during this, I was laying on the foot of my bed, and thinking I was doing it IWL too, and that I'd wake up there.

Spoiler for Explicit content:

I still could not get it to stabalize for anything, so I just decided to get off, which would wake me up and keep me from cycling through this dream-awake-dream-awake thing I tend to do sometimes. Plus, it would feel nice. I would try to touch myself and make it happen that way, but I wasn't having any luck, which is unusual for me in the dream state. I tried to picture someone else doing it, but it wasn't working. I finally did it myself, and woke up.

What a waste of an LD. Though...there wasn't really much I could do with it being so unstable. I spent a lot of the dream trying to focus on the dream enough to where I wouldn't get that interference from the waking world, and I'd be able to exercise more control, and have a more vivid environment. I actually did have a friend who lives very far away from me in Ireland who wanted to meet up with me in dreams last night. There was no way I could have done that with this LD I had. During the dream, I honestly forgot about that since it wasn't stable. If I had stabalized it enough, maybe I could have been able to find him, or at least my subconscious's projection of him.

it was 5 am and i layed in bed, remembered my dreams perfectly but said fuck it. now its 733 and im wishing i had wrote them down. but ahah!!!! i remember one now. I was on a small plane with probably 20 other people. i had a whole seat to myself it was nice. then the pilot decided to land the plane on a lake. it was such a beautiful scene i took a picture. when we got off the lake, and by we i mean myself and probably just 5 others we walked around the campsite. there were really big trees and cool stuff. i thought i was in seattle for some reason. then a bear showed up, there was a shovel and a pitch fork, i grabbed the shovel through it to my friend and grabbed the pitch fork, up the tree i yelled! the bear chases us and followed me way high up into the tree. when i got to the highest point and the bear was vertically climbing up the tree i poked his paws with the pitch fork making him fall. it was hard to stay balanced way up there. people down people were trying to make me fall by running in circles and hoping the sight of it wud make me dizzy. some how i got down from the tree. i think i killed one of the people trying to make me dizy

This dream I wasnt lucid but it felt so real

This dream is a bit over the top in kind of realy wierd as I turn into a girl






Yiu have been warned















In the dream

I was my self we were at this beach resort place it had huge buildings and a pathway. Then there is a part which I cant remember. But I wake up ajd I find out I have a very puffy chest. Then I autamticly think 'Im turning into a girl. The weird thing in this dream is that it makes me want to turn into a girl. I am silent about this and I dont tell anybody but the next day I have fuly formed breasts and my regions have shrunk. Now its incredibly hard to cover my breast so I put a t-shirt on and I can see my nipples right through the t shirt I think there realy big but when I take my t-shirt of they look a bit flatter but they feel good when I rub them. Then I take a look in the mirror and see my face which is no longer my face but a face of a teenage girl. I go outside and people calmly say why are you changing into a girl. I say that someone injected me with a syrum to turn me into a girl. I was lying about that. Then I dont remember any more.

When i had this dream i was still living in groningen, Holland which was a couple of weeks ago but now im back in NZ.
I was chilling in my flat with my flatmate, Jort, and my friends from NZ, Jazz and Nat aswell as some random asian chick whos name ive forgotten. At some point the flat (a house boat) started to sink and was suddenly surrounded by crocodiles. Next thing i remember Jort has a Skype card i can use to skype my parents, but Nat buys it off him before i could get it. Wasnt very happy with that.

NOTES: Afternoon, 100

Playing a computer game. Lances, swords and other medieval weapons. An archangel. I scared some people to leave me alone.

NOTES: 100 counts, sub aud 2, battle royale

Choosing weapons. Uzi. A group that reminds me of Bleach. We are in an eatery, resting, planning. There were two old people on the seats. Seems they were there first and just shared with us. There were five of us. When they left, one of my comrades asked if they were Gnostic something. They ignored him. We were beaten by an Orochimaru kind of enemy, and we're trying to recover.

Tibetan meditation technique. Silence and center. Walking along the street, trying to not get lost in the experience. Must not dwell. Must not associate with the surroundings. A way to do this is to walk with eyes closed, but I worried the cars will hit me. Was starting to get lucid but lost.

A girl from Battle Royale (looked more like Miu). She's naked on the sofa. Behind her were the "sir" and his goons from Battle Royale. She was raped and didn't know it, and the 'sir' said it was "That smooth." She was gassed.

NOTE: Afternoon, 100

A party or gathering. LGBT. Escape. A small town. Manapla? A hidden path. We were trying to escape some people who were riding a jeep which will go around the plaza/QC circle and find us there. We hurried into a path that seemed safe. We criss-crossed the paths to make sure they won't find us. It looked like a small barrio. Rested in a house. Then, from afar, we saw the people chasing us. They saw us.