non-lucid

I am walking through a tall, dense, misty forest with my companion, when out of the mist comes a bear with many black painted markings on its body.
We fight valiantly but we are defeated but a light shines down and we are brought back to life and this time we defeat the bear. We continue down the path and arrive in a village surrounded by mist. Two people come up to greet us.

I was at school with my pet beagle and I was there for some band event. I had something to do and handed her leash to a former band member and left to go do something and when I got back her left eye was bigger, like it would pop out and it was dark green. I asked him what happened to my dog and he avoided the question for awhile but he finally told that when he was practicing he sound his snare drum down and it hit her in the eye.
We are now back at home and my brother asks what happened to her and I regale him. I then tell her to go to bed, but instead she jumps into the open dishwasher. I almost break out into tears as I try desperately to get her into her cage.

Not much recall from last night.

I was in what was supposedly Thailand, with people I perceived as friends who in real life I don't know.

I was paranoid that they were going to plant drugs on me, which when I went to the toilet and came back I found out they did. They were acting suspicious around my travel bean bag neck support and when they left I opened it to find a large bag of cocaine.

I was worried, I didn't want to go to the police because I didn't trust them and couldn't prove they had planted it, I called my mum and decided to just leave, leave the hotel, buy a new suitcase (incase they had planted stuff elsewhere) and get out of there.

At other points in this dream, before or after, I was back home and faced with the decision of giving up life overseas to return home and be a director at a football club. I watched my team play before I was due to leave and hadn't decided on what I was doing as I had to consult my partner in Australia. A large part of it was spent in what would be the board room, but it was like a large room with table sand chairs and a glass window wall to watch the game.

Not much recall from last night.....

Recall playing poker around a table in a place that I percieved to be home, the other players certainly were from home, but we were playing with small chips instead of playing cards, the chips had the suit and number on them. I had A, 6 and A, 7 was in the flop, lost the game to my mum who had a full house. After the game she started to get upset that me living overseas was going to fracture the relationship with her and my family. At some point we looked at a giant photograph of my sister's presentation for something in which some people had ruined by pulling someone's skirt.

After that I was walking with my cousin who advised he was off to buy some drugs, at which point I disappeared to a house where there were a lot of small spiders.

Dream changes to me playing tennis, having a hit with my dad but also concerned at the same time that I have tennis elbow so can't play at full strength. We're hitting up and playing doubles. For some reason after that my dad is playing in the US Open and manages to get to the doubles quarter finals, his partner has to pull out so he asks me to play. I am not keen but play as he has no other option. We are practicing by hitting up against our opponents, 2 men at this time. Then the scene changes and we are up against a Bulgarian man and American woman who I perceived at the time to be famous but she wasn't. We were on the 2nd court but the crowd gathered as time went on. We won the toss and my dad opted to serve, which we lost and then the woman on their team served and held, she could hit the ball really hard. Although it was a hard court, at times there were clumps of cut grass the ball would hit and stop dead so I couldn't get to any shot to make it. When I went to serve I was nervous with the crowd now, the stadium was almost full. For some reason I was going to start serving with a baseball bat then decided to use my racket. At that point we seemed to lose the game. Although we only played 3 games. Afterwards I went and sat on the grass with quite a few family members. My half brother was there and his baby sitter, who was upset at the way his mum had been treating her.

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

I am sleeping in a tree on my side yard. It is a huge tree with a thick branch. My neighbors car pulls into their driveway and I wake up. Instead of walking into their house they go into their backyard through the side yard. I pretend to be asleep when they notice me in the tree. After they go into the backyard I follow them. My cat V is there and he is extremely happy to see me. He is making strange noises that I somehow know are happy sounds.

Dream 2:

I am getting ready to play in a huge football game with my boss. My boss keeps asking me if I am ready, rushing me. I am hanging out with my co-worker YA.

Dream 3:

I am fighting Sheeva from Mortal Kombat.

Dream 4:

I have a child - a little baby girl. I am very good with her and I am holding her, talking to her, etc...

Last night I had a dream that I was in a city that was actually a mixture of Tustin and North Long Beach, California. The first couple scenes I recall, I was talking to my brother Jeremy. I don't remember what we were talking about, but the next thing I know- I'm headed towards a group of our friends. I'm walking right behind our friend Vinny, but Vinny won't seem to slow down for some reason. He starts ducking in behind walls and making it into a game of hide and seek. I finally seem to catch up with him and lean up against a wall surrounding wherever we were at the time. I notice that a few of my other friends were here, this was were I intended to go in the first place. I start being ridiculed by my friends about being bad at hide and seek, and I return to them that I wasn't... even playing. They went on about how I touched the wrong wall, that wall wasn't the base. I honestly insist I wasn't playing, lol. The normal playful namecalling commenses, and the dream shifts somewhat to where we're all standing on top of a jungle gym. (I guess that was a sign that this scene was a childish one.)
So I begin to climb down from the jungle gym. But, the thing that I'm climbing down was like one I've never seen in real life. It was an orange piece of metal sprouting in all different minute directions. It was actually very entertaining to climb down.
So I got down, and took off across the play ground- back to my friend's house. I got to a house that belonged to a friend of a friend. My good friend John was there, and we were outside in the backyard having a few cigerettes with the guy who owned the house. We just talked for awhile, and then walked out in the front yard. In the front driveway I noticed two sleeping bags opened up like they had just been in use. There was a pack of smokes laying on one of them that I picked up to inspect, but then put back down. Later I thought to myself, that's probably what that guy was looking for.
"Where you looking for that pack laying on the sleeping bag?" I asked. "Oh damn, yeah. Thanks man." He said and ran over to pick them up. Right about then John was ready to leave, so I decided it was time for me to head out too. Then my sister was with me out of nowhere, and it was time for her to leave to- so the rest of the dream was us on our way home. First we took a taxi to the subway station, and the last scene of the dream was me reaching into my pocket and only having a one. The taxi driver started slowly pulling away but I knocked on the back of his car and said "Hold up, man."
Rose let me borrow five bucks to give him a tip, cause he was nice as shit. He thanked me very kindly and we took off.

The dream I had after my WBTB alarm went of was a bit more bizzare. Jeremy and I were being held captive by two unhuman humanoid things. They weren't aloud to harm us but they weren't aloud to let us go. So we weren't that scared, it wasn't a nightmare. It was just strange and interesting. I remember twice were taken down in a transport to a small underwater base of operation. When we got to a certain point close to the base after we had been circling it waiting for deploy long enough- our individual bodies were encased in a hard bubble pod that transported us directly to the bay of the base. I remember the bubble pods very vividly, they made me very nervous. They were of some strange technology that doesn't exist, so I didn't know how they worked. It honestly felt like they might miss and I might just float off in the water. But both times it went right up into the ship. The ship was narrow, I remember. We followed the weird alien creatures around. They were about as tall as us or a bit taller. Their skin was a grey color, or grayish blue because of the water. They were a lot wider than us though, very firm and stout body shapes- with differently shape heads. We all walked into the main computer room, it was fascinating. I didn't pay much attention to what they were doing up front, I was looking at the ground. I noticed Jeremy started stepping on all of these little tiles on the ground and they were lighting up as if they were imbueing him with some kind of ability. Like if you stepped on a power-up in a video game. I began to look around, seeing a huge amount of little icons of a huge variety of gaming character abilities. One I specifically remember (Forgive me for being a nerd), was the Poke'mon Gengar's ability to hypnotize people into falling asleep. I grabbed that one, just incase we needed some action tools. I honestly don't remember much after that few minutes of looking around at the abilities and icons. Most of them didn't work, so I didn't fixate on them much. I'm pretty sure my alarm went off shortly after.

DV Friend

IWL, a creepy person likes me at my job. Several of my lady friends have offered to get close with me whenever she is around.

last night I dreamed she was around and I came up to a friend from DV. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her. It was purely a strategic move to get the crazy woman who likes me to leave me alone, but she walked away.

I came up to her again and put my arms around her again. She didn't try to get away or act warmly. I woke up.

Dream - Lucid

I was inside somewhere, and I had taken a written math test. A girl I was friends with in high school, Sara, was there, and so was Jake. I had just gotten the test back, and was reviewing how I did. I did pretty well, seeing a few I missed here and there. I remember one of the questions on the first page being worth 5 points, and me getting 2 points partial credit for it.

I then flipped the test paper over and saw where I had completely skipped a graph problem, one worth 9 points. I saw -9 written in red on the problem. Jake then said
"Well yeah, don't expect a good grade if you're going to skip problems."
I then said
"I did ok, I mean, I got an 80, that's a low B."

~

I was walking with some lady through the band hallway at my old high school. It was like she was giving me a tour although I've already graduated both high school and college. She was explaining to me how that hallway is where lots of people who were about to graduate went to talk about colleges and their "favorite sororities" and such. She was saying this just as we were passing the band room. I looked to my right at her. She was short, had brown hair, and a young-looking face, though I think she may have been older than me. She looked like a sorority girl herself.

Then, my left knee felt extremely weak, and gave out. I crouched down and held the knee for a few seconds, as if I had injured it. It kept doing this over and over; I'd walk a few steps, and my left knee would give out. I tried to explain to the lady I was walking with, just telling her my knee kept giving out. As I was crouched down holding my knee the last time before I woke up, I thought to myself that maybe, because I've been less active lately, my knee muscles had atrophied.

~

I was at my house with Jake. We were in the middle of cleaning something or moving some things, when we started talking about some girl he had been seeing. I asked Jake if they were going to get married, and he said yes. I then asked if he had proposed to her, and he said yes.

WHAT???

I stood up and yelled at him. I was so angry, I couldn't contain it.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! THIS IS MY HOUSE, GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!"
I kept screaming those things over and over. He never got mad, not even once. It's like he didn't even care that I was angry at him. The girl was then, somehow, there as well. She was skinny, and looked mixed between black and white. Her hair was in a short ponytail. I think she was wearing black Ugg boots and a jacket. She looked kinda tom-boyish. I yelled at the both of them to "get out of my fucking house". Good God was I angry. The girl left without a fight or a word, but Jake stayed there.

We were walking around and he was getting some things together to leave, and I just kept yelling at him. He was still not phased by my anger. Fuck, I couldn't even figure out why I was so angry. I then thought it was because he was just settling, just marrying this random chick that he didn't really care about. That made sense for me to be angry about that, but not this angry. I mean, we weren't even dating! I was just fucking pissed. I know, at some point, she texted him. He seemed so blah about it, so detached, so uncaring.

We were then in the living room. I was sitting on the couch as he got some things together. I was fuming, and yelling, and all that good, angry stuff; one thing I said was
"Leave. Leave, and don't you dare come back until you're single!"
When I said this, I thought that I may never see him again. That made me sad, but my anger was stronger at this point.
I then noticed there was a baggie of weed on the coffee table. At that moment, I noticed Jake started to sniff around like a dog. He said
"I'm looking for the weed."
He then saw it on the coffee table, and started to take it. I broke from my anger for a second and said, calmly,
"Do you mind if I take a little?"
He said
"Sure. I'll give you some for the road."
He pulled out a small piece and gave it to me. I was surprised; I thought he was going to outright deny me after my show of anger. Then again, he didn't seem to be phased by it at all.

The girl then came back to pick Jake up. I think she called or texted him to tell him she was there. He left through the front door, but then, was back in the living room. He said
"She was mad that you have a Wii and you didn't invite her to play."
Wut. I mean, did she really expect me to? After how pissed I got, all she could say was she was mad because I didn't invite her to play the Wii? I know I said something to Jake about that, but I don't remember exactly what.

A lady who was at a party earlier in another dream is suddenly snooping around the apartment I'm temporarily staying in. She doesn't know me too well and thinks I'm a child so when my dad leaves the place, she comes snooping in and tries to go through his files. I approach her and close the folder she's going through and asks her what's the matter. She's sort of taken aback and after realizing she can't get away with this she says the suspicions about my father are back. She invented some tale about his time in an institution 3 years ago and how he had fits of uncontrollable laughter. Then another tale about how he's a potential murder suspect of a girl and boy.

The dream shifted and I'm living the story of him murdering the 18 year old girl and boy. The girl is blonde and the boy has brown hair. They're strapping something to a horse or pony. My dad comes out of the cabin beside them and is young Harrison Ford (think of the first indiana jones). It's raining outside and inside the cabin. He offers some sort of help. I imagine he's going to try and rape the girl since he's been single for years. I don't remember exactly what happens but I think he kills them. As soon as he starts grinning that Harrison Ford grin of satisfaction, something bumps into the cabin door in front of him. Lightening flashes a mutilated body/face with empty eye sockets of a woman with tangled brown hair is momentarily visible. It's the tormented soul of his ex wife who he apparently murdered in the dream? Looks like the seductive brunette in Eraserhead.

Dream shifts but still relevant.

Fam (no one is divorced now or murdered) was moving back into our first house that's now currently run over by Mexican gangs and shit. The outside of the house was a light turquoise but it actually looked okay. We had parked about 3 cars in the driveway since the whole fam was there. Some of my dad's friends are over playing catch with two dogs and smoking cigars and drinking beers. The house is way too small for all of us as we've grown up, but we're moving back in for the time being. I head inside and ask for my father. My mom mentions he's acting strange and won't budge from his room. I open the door to his room and he's doing t'ai chi beside his bed in the dark (his walls and bedspread are teal). I tell him I know his "secret" and that coaxes him out of his bedroom. I end up getting him to follow me to the street outside our house to look at this glorious river that had formed when they cleared out a Dead End road and joined it to a new town. The water was ridiculously, vivid blue.

Last night I had a vivid dream that I was at the beach with some old coworkers from a year ago. There was some kind of ball game going on at the beach as well. Suddenly the tide was coming in and everyone headed into the restaurant which was conveniently located on the beach. I stayed behind and the scene turned into one gigantic 100 foot pool filled with ocean. I was at the edge on a small metal ladder climbing out. The ladder didnt' reach all the way to the bottom so basically if I fell in I could easily drown. The ladder was also very slippery so once I made it up it felt like an accomplishment. For some reason I kept putting myself in the same position and climbing back down the ladder only to seem like what was risking my life to climb back up it again. Finally I made it inside with the rest of my coworkers and began talking about my disease to someone I used to work with. I remember her saying "let's change the subject" as if she didn't want to hear about it anymore. This bothered me.

In another part of my dream I was in a clothing store that I really like and ran into someone I apparently knew. I could not recognize her for the life of me. She seemed offended and I later figured out who she was. She was another person I used to work with. It was odd because I really didn't recognize her in that stage of the dream, I only recognized her much later in the dream when she revealed her name.

I just woke up from having a nap, and I vividly remember some parts of the dream I had. The most confusing for me was that I dreamed a man wanted to rape me... but I ended up being willing and enjoying it and lying to my fiance about it by telling him I was raped. The man was very good looking, not violent or sadistic and was quite well endowed. I'm not sure what all of this means in the least, I just wanted to get it down before the memory dissipated.

For now, my only idea is that maybe it is representing the things I am missing in my life?

Alright, trying to get back in the flow of writing my dreams, I realize I mised these two in my previous post.

9/17: 4 dreams

Even though there was 4 dreams, I only recall one. Me and my bro were on the side of a highway, about 40 feet away from it, shooting cars. I remember holding this real nice sniper rifle with a scope on the top, shooting at cars/trucks passing by, listening to the sound of the bullet bouncing off the trailers. There was another dream that had the same thing go on, but with a different weapon I think, and the other two dreams were probably also variants of the dream.

9/19: Volcano dream

I don't remember as much about this one as I did the day it happened.
I remember mom wasn't home, and it was bedtime. The house was kind of warm, but I shrugged it off, and went to bed. When I woke up, a volcano had gone off in the night(probably before I went to bed, or right as I was going to bed), so there was just ashes everywhere, and things burning. I remember just looking out and seeing a mountain nearby our home covered in ashes. It was near winter time in my dream, and I remember thinking "I know those are ashes, not snow." I saw a tree in our yard, looking at where the branches connect to the center of the tree: They were burning orange, as if they were about to fall off from the heat. I woke everyone up, and we evacuated. My parents stopped to talk to some guy who was also evacuating, and he says it is unimaginable for a volcano to be going off. I looked up and there was two giant logs as a structure above us. They were burning at the center weakpoint as well, and I walked off not wanting to be crushed if they fell. I looked around at buildings just observing the horror that was happening. There was a building kind of like the space needle with lava oozing out the top. The dream ended with us returning to our home, safe, as the volcano was contained, and the lava didn't overtake our house.

Non Lucid.

I'm afraid of telling anyone the details of this dream because people might think I'm going psycho. It's "not normal" for a teenage girl to have such dreams.

This I had Sunday night, school's the next day. I have been drawing people mutilating themselves in various ways. Normally I don't draw such things, but right now I am in a bit of a depression. I need some kind of relief.

This is one of the dreams I have where I am not in my own body. I don't know anyone in it. I can't remember a lot of the thoughts I had.

I was in the body of a very fit man in a chalk-striped dark blue suit. There was some part of me viewing his mind objectively, though I still initiated some action. In some parts he and I were of the same mindset.

We went to either a terrace of a big business building or a gas station though I didn't see any pumps. It was night and there were lights on the covering of the white triangular roof. Then I saw a gray-blue garbage can in front of one of those convenience store doors on the only far wall (gray/beige) to the left and then a little boy standing next to the garbage can. He had on a dark gray short-sleeve T-shirt with black lining the collar and cuffs. I cannot remember his bottom-half. Inside the door it was quite bright (sort of a white light, I couldn't see much).

I don't know exactly how but I killed him, his head was hanging cleanly off his neck to the left but he was standing quite upright. He had black hair and looked like that kid Asa Butterfield. Before I killed him I had a vague feeling of frustration and surprise. There was not much blood.

Then a white woman (maybe in her late 20s, early 30s) with long blonde hair in a light top and blue jeans ran up to the boy and started speaking animatedly to him. I walked away. I thought, I have to go somewhere else, then I spotted a black car pulling up (maybe a Lincoln). Before getting in I turned to look and the boy was alive again. The woman was pulling him to a red car beside a gas pump, it looked like he was trying to resist. Like there was an invisible pole and he was hanging onto it with his limbs splayed out. They looked more child-like when I killed him. Now they looked spidery and thin, stretched. He was yelling out something, he sounded panicked, I couldn't get any actual words. Then I turned around and woke up, hot and sweating.

This is my very first lucid dream that I can remember. Here is how it goes:
I was walking around outside in complete daylight, everything seemed nice and I kept looking at my feet while walking towards a tree that was right outside of my dogs fence, (it's not really there in reality.)
I stopped half way to the tree when I spotted a HUGE anaconda, this instantly made me lucid. Snakes are a big sign that I'm dreaming, because they are frequently in them. Whenever I see or think about snakes I do a reality check, this way whenever I have a dream with snakes in it I will (hopefully) pinch my nose.
Anyways, I started looking around and then I suddenly fell down, and the dream scape then changed. I woke up on a couch in a hotel, I pinched my nose and I felt how I was still breathing and then I knew once again that I was dreaming. (Hehe, I made a rhyme... Well, I think I did)
I looked around and saw my parents sitting on another couch, they were talking. I focused on trying to make the whole dream clearer, so I shouted things such as "clarity now!" and "vividness now!", but it did not work very well, so I went up to my mother, who was eating something, and I said "show me unconditional love!" (it was all I could think of.)
She took me in her arms and said: "Darling stop talking nonsense."
I laughed, because I was in shock at how the hug felt exactly how it would feel in reality, yet the dream was still not very vivid.
I then did a foolish thing. Since this was a DILD I guess I was still not in my right mind...
I looked at my mother, and father, and told them that I wanted to wake up now, so that I could tell my friends/family.
My mom grabbed my shoulder gently, and said "whatever you want sweetheart."
I thought that she was going to wake me up, but I was wrong, I had to to it myself, so I closed my eyes tightly and opened them really fast, and I awakened on my bed. I was in misery, I mean, I just let a perfectly fine lucid dream go to waste... Shame on me.

I wake up a lot during the night, which is actually quite nice for dream recall. This time, I remembered four dreams.

I need to get better paper to write my dreams on at night. Because writing it on my bookmark or inhaler box is rather inconvenient. -_-

Dream 1: This wasn't actually a full-blown REM dream. It occurred during the hypnagogic (is that the correct term?) stage, in which I generally have a bunch of random images, sounds, and so forth being broadcast into my mind.

All I remember is seeing this weird spiralish creature that looked like an old toy I used to have. Someone was telling me its name, and it was an odd name, though I can't remember it now. It looked very, very familiar to me in the dream, although I'm not sure why. Woke up shortly afterwards.

Dream 2: I honestly can't remember much about this dream other than I had it. It wasn't too far into the night. I think it involved a log ride, and the prevailing emotions were fear, apprehension, and excitement...but I might actually be mixing it up with an earlier dream. A lot of my dreams are about amusement park rides!

Dream 3: I was on the peak of a really high mountain with a bunch of relatives. This included my uncle, my mom, my dad, my aunt, and my grandma. It was really steep, the peak was small, and we were near a cliff on both sides. Some of us were sitting down, on rows of oddly-shaped rocks - cylindrical, strangely enough. Cylinders on their sides. Others were standing. I was sitting, and terrified that I was going to fall off of the mountain.

Someone - my dad? made a joke along the lines of, "Don't back up too far! You might fall off!" and for some odd reason, everyone except me found this funny.

Even though we were high up, my brain seemed to forget that, because I looked down in front of me and saw a beach. My cousins were playing in the water, which was an absolutely beautiful shade of turquoise. The waves crashed and traveled back and forth along the shoreline at the base of the mountain. I wish I had touched that water, to see what it felt like. If only I had become lucid.

Why all these family dreams lately? I think it's because as of late I've been slowly pulling myself out of my bubble of antisocial-ness and depression and starting to interact with them again. And trust them. But I'm not sure.

On the second part of this dream, there was some sort of transition into a new scene, and on the mountain there was a conveyor belt with a gutter on top of it. Basically, it was like a narrow open-top fish tank with a moving conveyor belt as the floor. For some reason, me and some kids were putting fish we had caught onto the conveyor belt-gutter thing.

One kid put in an anglerfish. My hand was still in the water with my fish, but he told me not to worry - the stinger had been removed. By the stinger, he meant the lure. I was really glad I wouldn't get stung but took my hand out anyway. (Funny considering IRL, anglerfish don't sting!) Some other kid had a shiny electric fish, which had little electric flashing white LED lights on it. xD All the fish were deep-sea fish. And they were pretty much all black. For some reason, the water in the conveyor belt-tank thing was starting to dry up, until the fish had hardly any water. It was odd and a bit sad, because the fish weren't too happy with what little water was left.

Dream 4: For whatever reason, I was back at college again, and classes were to start the next day. But it looked different. I was in a dorm-like building with a bunch of guys and girls in it - and oddly enough, I was feeling sad and homesick, missing my family. Which usually doesn't happen, even though I love my family. And more than that, I was scared. My head was filled with fear about the semester in front of me and it was very unpleasant. I was supposed to go to school for only part of the semester until I got called to my mission (it's church stuff) and then I would just drop my classes and go. I had a bed in the room, and a window view. I had a schedule for classes and (for whatever reason) breakfast/meals. I missed home and couldn't believe how stressful everything was going to be.

Needless to say, I was extremely relieved upon waking up. O_O

I had more dreams during the night; I'm sure of it. Unfortunately, I was often too tired to record them, and fell back asleep.