non-lucid

Dream 1: Driving
I was supposed to get to Rosamond, I think to meet Dad for something. I pulled up the map, and accidentally tapped the wrong town, whose name started with a “B,” that was right next to my destination. The map was completely fictional – The land mass I was on was a large island, and the surrounding towns were all in their own little sections of the map. Rosamond was to the southeast of me, and the GPS had me taking a highway that went south and then out east to the town. I set my destination and started driving.
The freeways were crazy – they all had ridiculous hills and steep, sharp drops. I felt myself going too fast at times, but when I went to slow down the freeway would smooth out and I’d be back to going 70-75 mph as I usually do. At one point I took the wrong exit; instead of the one that was labelled for my path to the left, I took the exit to the right labelled “Superman,” and took an almost 90-degree drop. My car started to flip over, but the scene switched into a third-person perspective, and I was able to right my angle to land all four wheels before the road started to flatten.
The dream scene changed as I made it to my destination. It was a big city, reminiscent of Chicago, but it was supposed to be San Diego. The freeway had one more giant hill and drop, but there was too much traffic to get up to it. It was easier just to take the elevator up to the top of the building the freeway connected to, then drive one of the rental cars off the top. So, I got out, met a friend of mine, then we waited in line. The scene changed and ended before I got up to the top.


Dream 2: Dinner
Before this begins, I am now not too sure of myself – is this a separate dream, or just a change of scenery?
I met my family at an Italian restaurant called Rigatony’s, in San Diego. It was rather small and busy inside. This was the kind of place that the locals would eat at. The walls were decorated with these façades of Italian buildings, so it was supposed to feel like we were eating in an alleyway, or in the middle of the street. There was a family a few tables across from us, who had a baby that wouldn’t stop crying. My Dad said this was a pretty popular place, and I asked him how that could be if it was so small. He pointed to one of the doors of the façade, a screen door with frosted glass, and I noticed there were some lights behind it. He told me that door opened up to a whole ‘nother section of the restaurant just like the one we were in. the dream faded out as R2-D2 from star wars was trying to scoot past our table.

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Here I would like to describe the feeling of the decoration in this restaurant. I would describe it as an indoor space trying to seem like an outdoor one. It gives me a strange, otherworldly feeling – like it is completely fake, and I can see that I’m inside if I look closely enough. But if I decide to ignore the details, then I can be immersed and feel like I am outside. Once place in waking life that gives me this feeling is the Venetian in Las Vegas. Look up some pictures of the inside and you’ll see what I mean. The ceiling is painted and lighted to look like the sky, with clouds and sunlight, and if you don’t look closely enough you may be fooled.

It was late at night and my aunt left. That is unfortunately when I realized my mom was also gone and I had no one to take me to school. I then complained about this in a way that caused me to gain lucidity. I saw my aunt's van (very consistent, I know) and saw my rottweiler in there. I asked her to say something a few times and she made deep, guttural vocalizations that vaguely sounded like "Bree". I got in the car with her to watch videos when I heard a knocking at the door next to mine. It was my sister and she was getting my attention about a book, which appeared to be from the goosebumps series. I interpreted this as a threat and got out of the car with a lighter and backed away into the front yard where I attempted to set her on fire, although all it did was momentarily cause her pain with no visible signs of damage. The way I was doing this led us into the street where she managed to grab me by the neck and slowly morphed into a poorly passing trans woman with a sinister smile on her face, which is when I woke up

Morning of June 13, 2020. Saturday.

Dream #: 19,535-03. Reading time: 2 min 56 sec.



Although parts of this dream have influences from coronavirus associations as read in the media in waking life, there is, as usual, no dream self recall or concern about the pandemic, only three compartmentalized threads unlinked in my dreaming experience. The first is a reference to someone having a sore throat, the second relating to the claim I read in an article that bugs in a dream are “symbolic” of COVID-19 (and yet people have always dreamt of bugs long before this), and the third relating to stores being abandoned and boarded up (associated with media reports about rioting and looting as well as COVID-19).

My dream self is a sorcerer in this imaginary scenario. My waking-life identity is absent even though I am in what is possibly a variation of the Hinkler Centre shopping mall though it also has the vague, ambiguous essence of my middle school and a shopping mall in La Crosse. An unfamiliar man and woman approach me. The man claims he got a sore throat from me. I tell him, “I never had a sore throat in my life.” (My dream self has no recall of ever having one, anyway.) I had supposedly been in service to them as a sorcerer, though I am unsure as to what he had wanted from me. He reminds me by giving me a card (about one and a half times bigger than a business card) that supposedly has their requests on it, though I do not read it.

Even so, I am annoyed. I do not want to deal with these people, so I summon scarab beetles in their direction, though only a few crawl towards them. (This event is similar to one in a dream from April 14, 2020, though that was with comedic, sarcastic intent with ants.) I decide to leave the scene, now recalling I should be wearing different clothes (instinctual awareness of being undressed as I sleep).

I walk out to the parking lot (liminality management) and notice most of the windows of the shopping mall are boarded up (another type of dream state liminality management, though with a more defined division between dream space and wakefulness). I want to get something from a store. I eventually find one store at the other end up the shopping mall that is not boarded up and is open. It is a grocery store with many shoppers. After I go in, I look around and realize I am not here to buy anything but to retrieve my clothes. (It makes no sense other than as specific co-occurrence with preparing to wake by being near a checkout with the association of getting dressed after getting out of bed. Once dreams are understood for what they are, there is no doubt as to their translation.)

Instead of waking with this otherwise familiar process, my dream becomes exponentially more vivid. The vestibular-cerebral handshake kicks in to an extreme degree, and I find that I seem to be a young boy scout (and dressed the part, including with khaki shorts) even though I also have the recall I had been a sorcerer in the previous transition. Three men tower over me like giants, though I do not feel threatened or insecure. They are going on a fishing trip and are waiting for the man I wanted to avoid in the first dream segment. He eventually arrives and is huge. However, I summon a fireball and disintegrate him. The other “giants” do not seem to care and behave as if they are glad to be rid of him.

Even so, I decide to instinctually initiate the next process. I turn and walk through the wall of a nearby building into a dark bedroom. However, one of the men from the previous scenario walks in, though he is now normal size, as I am. He is thankful for me getting rid of the other man but patronizes me by giving me a card addressing what he wants from me by way of sorcery. Soon, another man comes in and also gives me a card with his requests.

I am then on the porch of my present home (liminality management) and wonder if I should wait for the third man to approach me in case he also has a card. Even so, I begin to feel that my dream is too ridiculous to continue, so I wake myself.

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Morning of June 13, 2020. Saturday.

Dream #: 19,535-07. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



My dream self maintains the instinctual awareness I am dreaming (after dropping back from post-liminal mode to pre-liminal) by becoming more aware while sitting in a bed near the ocean (potential reinduction). There is the typical indoor-outdoor ambiguity, with my bed in this instance being near a harbor in Antissa, Lesbos, though the setting does not have a more discernible definition.

My waking-life identity is absent. I am listening to an operatic aria (fictitious, I assume) sung by Luciano Pavarotti about Antissa. (I do not listen to opera in waking life.) I am unsure of the source of the music, but it is probably from a cassette (as my dream self has no recall of what a CD is).

The sleep-wake manager eventually appears as an unknown male, but he is in passive mode (non-RAS; non-cerebral.) I sit down and watch him create a painting. It features a black oval as a scene of outer space. (This feature represents a higher level of sleep atonia, which may be why somatosensory kicks in as the trigger in the last scene rather than a vestibular event.) There are sparse red and blue ovular arcs around the “egg.” I absentmindedly add a blue ovular arc to the image’s right side with a felt-tip pen. Almost immediately, I feel as if I may have been intrusive in doing this. I start praising his art, focusing the most on the outer space rendering within the oval. He does not seem angry or annoyed.

A reporter approaches and wants to interview the unknown artist. There is still indoor-outdoor ambiguity, though the setting has more outside dynamics at this point. The two men stand and face each other, about ten feet away from me. The reporter says he is interviewing “the aggressor.” I am puzzled by this and state that he is not an “aggressor,” though I do not know his history. I hope I did not embarrass him by saying this.

Soon, a sun spider (camel spider), as long as the reporter’s head, crawls around from behind his head and covers his right ear. I am amused, as neither man seems to know it is there. Another sun spider of about the same size as the first crawls from behind the reporter’s head but goes around to the other man’s right ear. The man ignores it despite being aware of it. There is no sense of a threat, as my dream self considers them harmless. I wake at this point with a sense of great amusement.

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A vestibular-cerebral handshake did not occur as the waking process in this instance (as the result of greater sleep atonia but with a directive toward hand myoclonus), so it was somatosensory in this case. In other words, I sleep on my left side, with my right ear more exposed to my waking-life environment. The somatosensory focus was liminally drawn to that factor, especially as a spider often represents the human hand and its somatosensory arousal (though a sun spider is not a true spider).

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Dream 1:
Involved me and my family moving into a new house, in a very fancy neighborhood. My room had an incredible view of the sea, and at night the full moon reflected off the water and through the windows, bathing my room in blue, teal, purple, and pink light that danced on the waves.

Dream 2:
Okay, this one’s going to be quite long so buckle up. The perspective of this one is also confusing- I was watching a tv show, but it was in the first-person perspective and I was the main character.

I’m a rifleman with incredible aim, due to my ability to perceive things that happen quickly as happening more slowly. Kind of like slowing down time, but only inside my own head.

I’m hunting somewhere in South Africa, when I’m suddenly surrounded by tribal men, and I’m held hostage by them and taken to their camp. One of the other guys there had been cannibalized by the tribe, but managed to survive by putting himself into a “stasis” for over 200 years. He awoke when I got there, and had a tourniquet around his upper left thigh, so the leg could be removed more easily and he could grow it back. That wasn’t the first time he’d had his leg cut off. He told me I could wait out my escape, and he would show me how to put myself into the stasis. Or, I could join the brutal fighting ring set up for the tribe’s entertainment, and fight my way to the top.
Fast forward and I’m holding his limp body in a shallow pool of water, surrounded by fire. I join the fighting ring in his honor, and in an attempt to secure my own freedom. I have to do what it takes, no matter the cost. End of episode one, credits roll.

Episode 2-
I’m transported to the fighting ring. It’s sort of like prison, only mad-max style; All the guys there have a communal food area, and outdoor time, but the majority of the time is spent training to kill each other. The buildings are all made with scrap metal patchwork, rusty and brown.

I arrive at night, and I’m dropped right inside of the doorway, which is blocked off by fences and chains outside. A giant flood light turns on and I’m briefly blinded, then a chain whips around my back and pulls me inside. I fall on my face and hear everyone laughing at me.

Fast forward and I have a few ‘friends.’ There’s a woman there, who’s one of the fighting coaches, who’s also my love interest. She has mechanical augmented arms. I have nightmares about showing up in the ring, and she’s my opponent. I’m training hard and she’s watching me closely. I’m the only one who’s ever dodged knives thrown at me.

Next episode-
It’s time for my first fight, after a week of training I must kill this man who has throwing knives for his signature weapon. (Everyone there has a unique weapon; I hadn’t decided on mine yet. It’s an aspect of the ring where “the weapon chooses the warrior.”)
All I have is a pocket knife, against this guy who out-ranges me completely. This wasn’t his first time in the ring, either. He had won a few fights before fighting me.

Anyways, it’s time to fight to the death. He begins by throwing his knives, and I begin by dodging all of them. I see them slowing down in front of me, and they become blurry and warped by my vision. I still manage to dodge them and even deflect a few. His last two fly straight at my eyes, and I catch them both. He’s coming at me with his fists now, enraged by my successful dodges. I easily side-step his blows an give him one good slash across the throat. He stops and holds his neck, coughing and sputtering blood onto the sand. I’m now behind him, so I kick the back of his legs and bring him to his knees before stabbing him in the side of the neck, finishing him off. The crowd watching is roaring at my victory. I’m lifted up by my friends, and we celebrate.

I know it is only the first step towards my freedom.
Credits roll.

The dream was at this bus ride stop on my way home, we stopped at gas station like sheetz with other things going on at the stop.

My view was watching this massive missile being launched but it fell off its hinges and myself and the people around me were like "wooooah" in the sense that the missile was just going to blow up and kill all of us but instead it produced a very small explosion around itself and we were safe.

The view shifts to I'm swimming in water with an army and there's a rolling machine mechanism that we're supposed to go into but the person goes into it before me and fucks up so he drowns, my view shifts and I'm between these massive tan vehicles marching along and I'm afraid of being squished.

The view is now I'm on top of this tall truck going around steep banked turns, it looks like we might be riding on top of trucks with stacks of potato bags and we're on top, I turn to somebody and comment that it's absurd we're not turning over, we get to a point where we stop and someone recognizes there's a cute cat but it's not paying attention and then another cute kitten appears that has it's tong sticking out.

Mom, dad, sister, yush, and myself were at a hotel. it was discounted because of covid. we started exploring outside and there was snow eveywhere. I was scared of getting my shoes wet but my family didn't seem to care. Everyone wandered off and it was just my mom and I. We did not say anything but just smiled at each other. The sun was shinning down on us.

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i was in a nintendo switch zombie game. The only thing the CPUs said was "im dying over here" and they would then chase me around. The only weapons were a gun and plasma grenades. I blew up a bunch of cars with the plasma grenades. there were hoardes of zombies. We were at a run down hospital. On the roof I jumped off the building. On the way down I was laughing thinking, "now I really am dying over here"

Dream 1:
I was a sort of groundskeeper for a Boy Scout camp in the woods. It was the last day, and everyone was ready to go home
after a week of camping. I was replacing some paper towels in a bathroom dispenser (the kind where it has the lever you
pull down to dispense the towels) in one of the bathrooms, when I noticed a noise coming to my left side. A giant python
(dream self knew it was someone's pet) had made its way into the bathroom and was coming right at me. Before I could
react, it bit my left arm and was starting to wrap around it. I managed to get it off before it could wrap too tightly, and
I pulled its head off of my arm with my other hand. So there I was, holding this all-black python by its head, bleeding in the
bathroom.
Somehow I ended up making it home while holding onto the snake. I remember a distinct feeling of soreness in my fingers
from clamping down on it's head to stop it from biting me again. It also made no more attempts to constrict me, as its
body just dragged behind the head wherever I took it. I tried many times to kill the snake. One attempt I made, I tried to
twist its neck and snap its head off. I felt and heard the bones crushing, but it didn't die. I also didn't have a free hand to do it
any meaningful harm. I went downstairs and asked my mother for help. We took it into the backyard and I held it taught
as she sawed off its head with my pocketknife. It was such a relief to finally be able to let go of the snake after holding
so tightly onto it for so long.

Dream 2:
I was in the backyard of a very nice house in some tropical / Hollywood-type neighborhood, on the side of a hill.
Other houses stretched far below to a body of water. The person who's house it was wasn't around, as it seems me and my
girlfriend were house sitting and watching their dogs. There were at least seven different dogs there, one of whom was the
leader of their pack. As me and my girlfriend were sitting in the backyard watching them run around and play, one of the
smaller dogs did something it wasn't supposed to. It knew this because we saw it tuck its tail in and run away from the
others. The leader saw this happen and it could not go unpunished. The smaller dog jumped into the pool in the back-
yard and sank to the bottom in an attempt to hide, but it was no use. The leader dog grabbed a double kayak paddle in
its mouth, swam to the bottom, and began to hit the other dog on the side, while they were both at the bottom of the pool.
After it was done with the punishment, it swam back up to the surface and got out of the pool, while the other dog lay there
motionless. We thought it was dead, until a few bubbles emerged from its mouth and floated to the surface. It was a relief to
know it wasn't dead.

I was in a house in a suburban neighborhood, it was dark, it was nighttime or very early in the morning. Sam was doing something, we were interacting and then the idea was he was going to do something with another person.

My view goes into a lobby and now my entire body surges with energy, I can see this blue light swirl and I'm floating upside down with my arms outstretched spinning in circles, I can feel my whole body filled with energy as I'm rotating and this is when I become semi lucid. My view changes and now I'm aware I'm dreaming and trying to get into a dream but instead all I can see is white fractal patterns against a dark background, I'm sort of swimming through fractals as they go by me, I start to wonder if something scary is going to appear, a slight moment of hesitation presides before this being appears, it looks like a white tiki mask with other shapes and a pointed teeth smile, it lashes at me, there are floating fractals around me, the tiki mask dashes towards me, I realize I'm more in control and throw a giant force of energy at it and punch it back into the patterns of fractals. I end up on a trampoline in the neighborhood backyard, I feel a sense of longing for a girl, a specific girl but someone else appears, I think I'm clever and try to use a lucid dreaming trick of imagining something I want and then spinning around to see it, I spin around to see the girl I want but it's of someone else, I try these several more times but the same girl appears.

I had a class at either 9:30 or 9:45 am, so I rushed out of the house. I was late and didn't make it until 10:30,
so I decided to skip for the day and head home. When I got back my Mom was sitting on the porch because she
got locked out of the house.

Dream 1:
I was on a month-long road trip with my brother, around the U.S. Every night, we would stop in a different town and get dinner. In one town, there was a giant party going on, and I saw some guy dancing on the outside edge of a banister on the second story of a strip club before he promptly fell off. Clearly he was drunk, because despite falling 15 feet to the ground, he got right back up and continued dancing.
A few nights later, we met up with our parents who were also on a trip. My Mom had decided to invite my ex-girlfriend to go with them. Very awkward, considering I had invited my girlfriend to meet me there. I forgot exactly what had happened, but I don't think there was a giant confrontation.
After me and my brother got home, I made a remark about "surviving for an entire month in the wilderness" and he said, "Yeah, except I bought us dinner almost every night."

Dream 2 - fragment:
In my backyard at my house, we have a new pool. It's huge, and takes up basically the entire yard. There's a hot tub too, however it's half of the total pool area, so it's extremely big for a hot tub.

Remember last week when i was ranting about how unhappy i was that i had a 13 reasons why dream? Well, season 4 just dropped on netflix and I had no idea. Precog? I of course binged watched it inone night on my days off. I made sure to have a coffee from mcdonald's in my hand. and i toasted andtook a sip everytime Jessica was on screen. haha.


Jamie dreams.

I had a dream of maybe kissing her? I don't know it was really fleeting.

Another dream we were in my house but we came from a crawl space in the ceiling and fell into a ball pit. Like we were kids having fun.

Last dream was I was standing by my old street where i live when i knew Jamie. But where the library should be was a highschool where jamie was attendting... I was waiting for her at the end of the street. That's all of that one.

Hypnagogic Images

A flash of Captain Picard in a black space giving me the middle finger? I wonder why. Also it's very odd that i considered him a mv role model while growing up and i recently noticed his character has the exact same initials of Jamie... if anyone wants to know a little bit of where i get my sense of right and wrong from. It was from watching him growing up on TNG.lol.

Flash of asuka feeding me some strange dream japanese food. I was wondering if she's still around...

I'm back at my childhood home, my older brother is living there with his family. Anyhow, somehow, I now have an asian wife! Not sure if she was 'paid for' to travel to Australia or If she was Australian. In any case, she was a cute little pretty Asian girl, all mine

I play around, flirting with her. I kiss and tease her all over the house. She playfully squeals and runs away with me chasing. It was good fun

next, I'm outside where the clothesline used to be. I feel like one nostril is blocked so I pinch one and blow hard. Amazingly, a huge amount of snot pours out of the other nostril! This huge steaming mass of mucus pours out of my nostril and when its unblocked, I feel like a new man! Calling my brother over, I showed him and we both puzzled over how much could come out of my nostril....ahah.

We head down the paddock below the house and play a fun game of frisby together. It was fun We were competing to see who could catch the most.

I'm a young woman called Indigo who is trying to immigrate to America through the mexico border legally. The immigration checkpoint is this candy/snack store manned buy a skinny Uncle Sam like person who wears a shirt and a big top hat colored in the American flag. The skinny man also has Amish style sideburns and beard.

Well, when I go to the checkpoint, I can't enter unless I have a pass or a legal guardian. Their just so happens to be his rich ecentric old guy around who's willing to be my guardian and take me in! So I go to his place. The rich old man looks ugly with lots of wrinkles on his face, he works in his own huge factory which makes a number of different industrial products like paints, gases, etc. The old guy was also a inventor and tinkered with new products etc.

I visited a nearby city while staying there. It was night time when I visited, I looked around a bit but one shop stuck in my memory. It looked a bit like a bank. The bank had like maybe a dozen staff in it wearing navy force like uniforms and hats. Their was a big line up of customers being served in rapid fire fashion, they seemed to be handing in cheques to be processed. It was all happening very fast and rapid fire like. I poked my head in, and then kept on exploring around the city.

Meanwhile, things were getting dark back at the factory I was staying at. I discovered that the old guy was not only a inventor but a evil genius one! He was inventing sci fi like weapons including lazer/plasma weapons, toxic purple colored gases and....he was producing and storing radiation in large gas cylinders for storage and transport!

He had an incident one day where the production line broke down and radiation started leaking! With radiation everywhere, I knew I had to escape, I thought to myself that I'd have to research ways to de toxify radiation poisoning.

The old man, however, must have been worried I'd escape and leak his secrets. He had setup a huge amount of secret traps outside the exit to the factory! All the traps where invisible unless triggered. There were lazor/plasma weapon traps, gas and radiation traps, invisible electrified wall traps etc. Well, I danced, leaped, tip toed and did my best to get through! It was very painful and hard as I triggered a few traps. After a huge painful struggle I escaped!

After I escaped, I ran back to the immigration checkpoint candy shop with the skinny Uncle Sam. No legal guardian, no pass? You have a Deficit! He says....

I was looking around in my brother's room, and looking closely at a shelf with some photos on it. He came in and started talking with me, then we both looked out his window to see our Dad driving his car up and down the street.
Our house iwl is on a cul-de-sac, so the street was completely different as was his room.
Only it wasn't exactly a car he was driving. I recently watched the 2004 animated movie Steamboy, and I believe this was influenced from that. It was a sort of giant steam engine with regular tires, and it handled like a motorcycle. My brother had made it, so he was annoyed to see my Dad driving it without asking. Debris and bits of the machine were flying off as my Dad did wheelies and donuts around the road. All of our neighbors had their phones out and were recording the event.