non-lucid

[Saturday, September 8th, 2012]
I was in the neighborhood around my Grandma's headed to the High School. The world had a more sinister Nightmare Before Christmas feel. It was midnight and noon at the same time... time didn't exist. I was walking down the street towards school, people bustling back and forth, but never really there. I arrived at the Middle School this time, and I remember Mrs. Cole saying something to another teacher that made me remember her and miss her. I was suddenly aware that I didn't belong there, and I became semi-lucid, not exactly aware that it was a dream, but with control over the reality. I had a single flat bar in my hand, and I knew what it was for. I could defy gravity and fly with it, just by willing it. I began to show off in front of a few kids to guage their reactions. I'd grab onto it and hold myself up and jump, soaring through the air. Or I'd just hover there, and few feet above the ground. I was right outside a classroom, and I could be seen through the door's window. A few more kids showed up and then a teacher or two. I got tired of being watched so closely, so I jumped and glided in a different direction. I was headed out of the school towards the main road. I passed by a familiar man, in the guise of a janitor. He didn't even look at me. (Was he the same man I'd seen at the Graveyard in my "The Underground Club" dream?) ~ My memory skips to the next dream.

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I'm in a shallow canyon, like a shorter Box Canyon, and I'm making my way through it with some people. It's all very vague. It's faded from my memory... but we all made it to the very end, and there's a room. A party. People have filled it. I stay for awhile.

After that "awhile", I notice the party emptying out, save for a few stubborn on-goers, including myself. I suggest we push the tables together and have a smaller after-party. We all sit down, and I recognize some of the people... but their specificity turns to smoke in my waking state. I suddenly hear a noise and look up. A host has arrived... but to crash the party. My intuition makes me up and walk out the door with such speed. Behind me, lightning flows from the host into the rest of the people. They are all horribly disfigured and turned into things of horror and evil. I wake up as soon as I'm outside again. I was a hair close to being "changed".

(This nightmare figure is now reoccurring. I'll have to face him eventually. The first thing to ask is, "Who are you?" )

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Now I'm in a mixture of Nathan's room and the room we had previously partied in. Alex is asleep on a couch, and Nathan is too. I roam around Nathan's house for awhile and return. I interact with Alex somehow... then my dream turns to dust.

[Thursday, September 5th, 2012]
(It's been a week almost since the last real recall... Nathan and Alex have been waking me up every attempt. I need a less alarming wake-up from now on. Less distraction. I need to be patient. The weed hasn't been helping, so I've decided to quit. At least for two weeks. So my next smoking date can be on the 20th.)

(The dream I had before Nathan woke me up):
The short recall of the dream started with- I was sitting in the car with Alex driving and Nathan in the back seat. We were in Surprise, around the Walmart area in the parking lot. It was probably around 5-6PM because it was light out still, but obviously towards the end of the day. I was singing two songs at once... having trouble determining the difference between them. The first one that I recall thinking about in the dream was, "Simplistic Trance-Like Getaway" by Never Shout Never. But also, at the same time it sounded like another song... "Beginner's Mind" by Bright Eyes. Around the same time, we were pulling out of the parking lot and heading home to Wickenburg. The last thing I remember was watching the powerlines pass. That's when Nathan woke me up in WL by rapping at my window.

(That was a very interesting choice of song. They both were... very... involved in my state of WL. I couldn't help but feel chills listening to the words after I had woken up. How could I know to choose those songs? Does my subconscious have control of my dreambody when my waking consciousness doesn't? Should I treat it as a seperate entity? I think so.)

There is a board meeting in progress. There seem to be very important discussions happening in this board meeting. A lot of the subjects are about pollution and corruption within the city. The board members are various characters from TV shows and Movies(Specifically THE WIRE). The dream skips to a scene about soldiers in a big boat out in the ocean trying to hide something(I think it was an oil spill). The scene then shifts back to the board meeting once again. Everything seems to fade.

I wake up to go pee and then go back to sleep. I have a couple of other dreams but they are not vivid and are fragments. What I remember specifically is after every side dream I had, this board meeting would take place again throughout the night.


Memorable Person from the dream are CCH Pounder from the show THE SHIELD and Aiden Gillen from Game of Thrones. These two were seen outside of the board meeting room plotting or discussing something.


Before going to bed I was trying to ask my subconscious what career field should I go into or what I need to do with my life at the moment. I think that's what the board meeting represented. I'm not too sure though.

Sringer Bell(a character off of the TV show THE WIRE) is on the run because of a car theft charge against him. He is just out of Jail and cannot afford to go back. He meets up with his mother in a Baltimore neighborhood along with DeAngelo(another character off THE WIRE). Stringer, his mother and D eventually figure out that the car is bugged. They successfully remove the bug so that the police aren't on their trail any longer.


In the dream, I was either a floater or Stringer bell himself. I haven't figured out yet. It seems like both sometimes.



*DeAngelo in my dream is overweight but he is not in the show.
*Stringer's mom is never shown in the show
*In my dream she is shown as an educated, respected professional. These are all traits which the character stringer bell wishes he had.

A coworker and I are at a bar. We are standing at the bar having a drinking competition. The Drink of choice is beer with some pineapple juice in it. We end up drinking for a while. I end up winning the competition.

I actually EXPERIENCE the sensation of getting drunk. This is one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had. It sticks with me everything I think back on it.

Non-dream Dream

A couple of crappy fragments:

1. I am at a resort on a top secret mission. I betray one of my best friends AC by not including him in the mission - he was pissed.

2. I am body surfing on huge waves.

3. I am with TB and it felt soooo good holding her. I would literally melt when she would ask to lay on me.

zaria thre fit at dean said i needed to see her why i was standing up counseler stood closer to fuentes and cntinued talking with boy zaria hit fuentes but she was nice about it. mom won lottery we told ellen but bot how much she interview portia who was in the same movie first mom said oh ses interviewing her wife? we webt shopping and at gmas tickled tony but tony lost weight on lwgs especially pointed it out. then we webt to get lottery money and it didnt work cuz 711 jipped us with pretzel. i was in french arguing with L stood up by hannah but teacher asked y i said bc french hasnt started then we played honeles top items i sat out coach said strt i played 2nd round and person hanging things on fence they sai vinny and i got electricyted grandma tellin me te youngest one is alwayz more important cuz theyre like a bby while tony was home

Conversation About Lucidity

I’m at school and having a conversation with this chubby guy at school named Pagie. I realise that this is paigeyeemps from Dreamviews (this realization fails in real life, cuz the DV member is neither a male, nor does she live in Australia) for some reason, and we talk about lucid dreaming. I don’t get lucid.

Secret Crush

I take out a present and birthday card that was given to me in real life by a close friend. It says “love” very clearly, but then, in faint letters, it says “you”. I am a bit freaked out and think that my friend has a crush on me.

Avatar Powers (false lucid)

This is a really long dream. It occured after performing a WBTB+MILD The first thing I remember is chasing a little bug like creature that was supposedly a villain. When I catch him, I hand him over to the police, which are robots that look like bender from futurama. He runs away and screams “I don’t wanna live like that!” and escapes. We run after him and a tiny UFO decends upon the bug and makes him disappear. The UFO says something about the bug being sent diagonally to a 5th dimension. Later, I am with a group of benders looking for the bug. We find him, but he disappears around a corner and brings his own army of robots. The robots face off. The evil one turn into long bamboo shoots—massive ones that form a massive wall and stretch towards the sky (their power seems to be plant related). My robots transform into large wavy blue columns (our power seems to be waterbending). For some reason, I see a very tall Luffy from one-piece in the middle of the fighting columns. My guys fight by falling onto the bamboo people while the bamboo people sprout plants onto my water columns. Eventually, the fighting stops, and I pay attention to a girl. For some reason I realise that she is a “chosen one” of some sort. Somebody tells me that she is destined to unite all the different races across the land, and says that this fight has granted two powerful races an understanding of each other. I sense danger, and the an evil voice says: “This is where the previous chosen one died!”. Although there is no physical danger, the I begin running around in fear. The scene changes, and I am at a place with two doors. In one, I can see the staircase, while the other is completely dark. I think to myself that the well-lit one was a trap, and go into through the dark door. I climb staircases, feeling my way up. I hear voices (I forgot what they said). Then light enters my vision and I am in a hallway with bare wooden floors. I hear voices in one of the rooms, and head over there. I hear somebody coming out of the door, and when he pops out, I point a finger gun at him, but he ignores me. I relax and enter the room. There are four people in suits. I believe they have abducted the girl. They are disguised as auctioneers allowing an inspection of the house. I have the strong feeling that the girl is in this room, but I try to act as casually as possible.
I forgot how I got out of the house (probably spontaneous scene change), but I was outside, looking into the house I know the girl was locked. Also, I forgot about the girl being the chosen one, and instead thought it was my sister. I discussed with my parents how to save her, but we disagreed about the method. I suggested that I could earthbend (from avatar) and destroy the house, and then attack rescue my sister. However, they thought that I was too weak. My parents decide to go into the house themselves. I can see things from their point of view, and see that they have run into the enemy. The scene shifts back to my own perspective and I make the house collapse ( I don’t know how it helped, but my sister was saved).
Another scene jump. I walk into the lounge room. There is a container of chocolate which is completely empty. I know my sister ate it all and am angry at her. We have an argument and I say something about the chocolate being necessary for my earthbending.


lucid non-lucid false-lucid

Last night, I had a dream that I recieved a weird and eerie message from an unknown sender instructing me to do a series of random things for reasons unknown. Such as, to go to this specific place. Or find that specific thing. Now that I'm awake, I don't remember directly being informed of any threats- but I knew that the thing that was leading me was supernatural, and I was aware of fatal consequence if I were to fail. Also, I was aware of the possibility that once I finished doing these things that I would confront the one giving instructions. I had an image in my head of a cloaked shadow-like mass and I knew that was the mystery transmitter's image for some reason. Unfortunetly I don't remember exactly what the tasks entailed, but I remember my family being around me telling me not to proceed, it was too dangerous.
I made a decision to go along with it, not because I was being forced, but because I wanted to hunt this thing that seemed to have so much power over me and beat it. The two scenes I remember out of my search for it were both very cloudy and dim. I found a small abandoned house with old decaying furniture and other items filling it up. Like a house you would see on that show "Horders", but if the horder lived on a creepy coast line, then died- and left the house there for fifty years. Tons of cobwebs and annoying obstacles. I remember rummaging through them. I found a box, but don't remember what was in it. The other scene I remember, I was walking down a rocky edge of the coast that was right outside of that house. It was pretty, no sun was out and it was raining a bit.

I eventually got to the end of the tasks, and I remember looking at my computer screen again. At the end, it turned out that I was welcomed into some sort of strange leading order of the dream realm by my tester. The person who secretly vouched for me to be tested was my sister Rose, so she knew what was going on the whole time. Back at my computer, the screen was at this website, dreamviews- with a few minor differences. And my name "Nerq" changed from it's orange color, to a weird purple color.

Now... I know that it sounds really boring, a supernatural being made me go to a couple places and then accepted me into a dream order on... the internet. But it didn't seem so dull in the dream. I was so proud of myself for some reason. Ophelia, the staff member I talked to a while back on here was part of this weird dream order that sent the test. I thought that was kinda funny when I woke up.

Later that night after my WBTB alarm, I had a second smaller dream. This one was less intense. I met my co-worker Jeremy at a burger place that he liked. A few of his friend's had come, I recognized them as if I had met them before and they recognized me the same even though I've never seen them before in my life. We were celebrating Jeremy's gay wedding that was coming up. I sat down and met his one of his new friends, and that guy went to get the food at the counter. I could tell Jeremy looked nervous, like he wasn't having a good time. It looked like he was unhappy about something, so I tried to calm his nervs about the huge changes going on. Talked a little about my own marriage and then I left. That was the end of the dream. This was also kind of funny because Jeremy isn't gay in real life.

Terrorists in the downtown area
This was an involved dream, not everything may be in order.
I was with my mom in a waiting room. I didn't really know what was going on, but I knew my mom was trying to win some legal battle. She tells me something about what happened last year and wondered how I could not remember. We get called into this office. I am asked what I remember from last year, but I come up with nothing. My mom tells me some things to try to refresh my memory, but I am not understanding.

Next thing I remember we are driving downtown in a city which does not seem completely familiar. We pass by a building and saw about 4 armed guards in front of the entrance to an alleyway. My mom is driving, I am in the back, my brother is in the seat next to me, and my dad is in the passenger seat. We are in a blue minivan, big enough to hold about 7 people. We know we can't escape, as guards guide us in to this area surrounded by tall buildings, the only exit being where we just came in. I look around and there is like 3 guards aiming at each passenger at all times. I focus my attention to a guard with a sniper rifle from above. I notice most of the cars there(There had to be over 50 cars there) were all economic/small cars. We sit there for a few minutes trying to discuss the situation, then all of a sudden a person comes to the window and tells us this is a hostage situation, and that we must vote for their country's leader. If we say no, or vote for the wrong person, bad things can happen. If we try escaping, we get shot. We followed the rules (I don't remember ever voting) and were eventually allowed to leave.

I remember at one point on the way out being on foot. My mother and I were in like an apartment building, and there were two ladders going a long distance downward. It was the only way out. I start going down, but my mom has a laptop, and can not carry it down the stairs. She sets it down, then starts declining. I go about 3 steps down, and the ladder rungs break. I ease my way down, but each rung breaks as I touch it. I can say it was not pleasant going down.. At the bottom I realize we need that laptop, and look at the side my mom came down, thankfully it was all intact, and looked more like stairs than a ladder. I go up, get the laptop, then go back down. I remember the hostage situation from last year being almost the same, and get chills.

Skip about two days later, same thing happens. We drive up, see the guards, and know we are in trouble. We try saying to a guard that we just did this yesterday, and we are asked to leave the vehicle. We come up to a tall and intimidating black guard who asks us what our excuse was. I say we were just here yesterday, and he replies "That is bullshit, we would know if you were here by the look of your van." And I say "Well, maybe it was two days ago..I know we were just here." He gets in our van, along with a couple of other military dressed people. I remember me and my brother being in the car, the black man in the middle, 2 military people in front, and another military person in the back. The black man starts talking secrets about their plans, and the guy in the back brings a rifle to the black man's head and says something to the effect of "Don't let them know what we are up to. your job is to make sure everyone follows the rules, and if they don't, shoot them. I have no problem killing you on the spot." I remember one last person asking us why we are not listening to their rules, and I explain we were just here. He is holding a morning star that has an extendable handle. Very sturdy and dangerous.
He says "You were not here yesterday" then holds the club as if he is about to hit it against my leg. I say maybe it was two days ago, then he swings his arm back, and just before he hits me, I "wake up."

False Awakening
I woke up and read my new bedside DJ. I remember it saying:
1. Spencer, cali, lake, tits (I had a dream written about this, but it was so fragmented due to how early in the night it was that I deleted it.)
2. nothing
3. Something about a terrorist takeover downtown
4. Mom bringing me in to a place about a terrorist attack from last year that I don't remember
5. Terrorist takeover(more detailed)
I remember thinking "Yes! 5 dreams recalled in one night!" I got up, walked out of the room then woke up again, this time for real.

I dreamed Chris had somehow died, and I was in a hotel room for some reason. Like he had died in an accident while we were on a vacation somewhere. I was mourning the loss, and someone else was with me, can't remember who. I don't think it was Danny, seems like it was one of my girl friends. Anyway, suddenly Chris was there, playing in one of the hotel beds. It was his ghost, but he had a perfect corporeal form somehow. And somehow I had the knowledge that he couldn't age in this form, nor could he ever leave this hotel room. He was stuck there forever. But he didn't know he had died. So I had to explain to him what had happened, and it made him cry. I also made the decision that I would live there and never leave him.

A funny side note: Yesterday irl I had a funny conversation with Chris. He started dancing to a song, but kinda bad. So I said "Stop dancing like a white boy. Remember, you're half Venezuelan, you need to get some better moves!" He said "I'm WHAT?" And I reminded him that his biological father was born and raised in Venezuela, which makes him half. So he said, "Well I thought since I was born in Brooklyn, that makes me New Yorkan."

Haha what a dorkus!

Zombies in the house. Stuff in two rooms. Other people story lines. Two dudes had sex. Teenage in high school. Turning. He was Hidden so no one saw face. Finally ate someone. We came and he was normal and vomiting. He said it told him to be normal again. We have a cure but not much. We put some drops in coffee and tell him to drink the whole cup. He said or just the flavor. Some woman takes some in her chocolate milk. I am in a room alone. There ate two guys next to me. Watching. TV. Talking about zombie flu h1n1. He have been bidding. Upstairs. TV confirms what we feared. I decide we need quiet. I close windows and turn TV way down. I get the others to do same. I think about how many zombies I attracted. One Guy puts hand under door to mess with zombie. I grab him. I tell them we need to Get out. There is a small hole to the attic. From there we can bust out to the roof.

Legitimate Theft

A high school friend of mine is running around the house, but he's not supposed to be here. I chase him outside and confront him on the driveway. He's holding a roll of Smarties, and he's already opened it to start eating. Those were my family's Smarties. I'm just so confused as to why he'd do something like that. I try to communicate to him that if he asks nicely, we'd be happy to give him the Smarties--but that it's really not okay to steal them. He agrees. I tell him that he can keep the Smarties this time, but he can never, ever take anything from my family's house again. He agrees again, but then he confidently asks if he can just tell me something.

Uh oh . . . maybe he knows something that I don't. Indeed, he continues on to inform me that he already sent an email to my mom, to explain that he would be coming by today to steal some Smarties. He sent this yesterday, so she had plenty of warning. Hmmm. His use of the word "steal" in that email is strange, but if he got permission from Mom, I guess he didn't do anything wrong. Looks like I've just made a fool out of myself by lecturing him so much. I try to save what little face I can, keeping my confident tone of voice while I back away and admit that this was "my bad," and that everything he did was perfectly legitimate.

Chess and Orchestra

Five or six of us are outside, playing a chess game together. One of my friends from high school moves a knight into the middle of the board. As I look around to see what that move did, I realize that he's successfully blocking almost everyone else's pieces. That was a really good move. It's basically a foregone conclusion that he's going to win.

After the game, I walk back to my room. On the way, I notice a lot of people I know are wearing orchestra jackets and walking in the opposite direction. Shoot, I forgot about the orchestra concert tonight! I dash back to my room and try to dress for the concert as quickly as possible. I have trouble finding my dress pants. My roommate is there working, and he asks me what I'm doing. I tell him that the back-to-school concert is tonight, since it's the end of the first week back. He says no, the concert's at the end of the second week. After a moment, I decide he's right. What a relief.

Garden Path

The Dragon walks along a garden path. There's a wall covered in ivy, and a foot-wide dirt track leading up to it. His wife is dead: apparently she committed suicide by slitting her own throat. But she positioned her body in such a way that he wouldn't realize she was dead until he was close enough to the wound that when he did see it, it would be traumatic. She was evil, you see.

Housemates

I and a bunch of my housemates from school are living together in a big house. Right now, we're playing a game. But I want to take a shower, so I go upstairs and get in. But the stall is really, really cramped: it's just a little triangle in the corner of a room, and the ceiling is low. I have trouble finding enough space to bring my arm from below my waist to above it.

Later, one of my housemates' friends is in the house talking with me. He mentions sigmoid curves, so I show him my laptop's wallpaper, which I think is a cool example of the artistic use of those curves. "Oh yeah?" he replies. He shows me a graphic he's been working on with 3D rendering software. There's a sigmoid curve floating in the middle of a big rectangular room. There are spotlights all over the walls, directing beams of light at the curve. Clearly this project is an exercise in realistic lighting, because the reflections on the curve look really good.

Math Aerobics

On the third floor, there's a math aerobics class. On each count, you switch between an aerobic move and a math-related move. There's also a class being taught by Professor S, and I'm not sure which class I should be attending. Then I get stuck on the other side of the door. In order to get back to class, I'll have to walk all the way down to the ground floor and find another way back up. I don't remember how I got to the third floor in the first place, so this could be difficult. I just walk around for a while, letting my thoughts wander. Eventually I realize that I'm sitting in a chair, sipping a drink. That must mean I've arrived, since otherwise I'd still be looking. I stand up and look for the classroom door.

Dream - Lucid

I was in my house in the kitchen with someone, I want to say kind of a butch-looking girl. I went to the fridge and opened it to find some wine. I pulled out the bottle, and there was only about a glass left. I said something to the girl about there barely being any left, so I was just going to drink it from the bottle. I pulled the cork and put it to my lips.

Dream skip. Things get interesting here.

Someone, I think this girl I know in waking life named Jane, had lost her parents (not so in waking life) when she was younger. I was watching the scenario of how how she lost her mom. Apparently, she had lost her parents at different points, first her dad, then her mom.

The story was that they were at a beach when she was very young, probably about 6 or 7, and her version of the story was that her mother was killed by being swept out in powerful currents or something. I watched the beach come into view from above. I saw it was a sunny day. The beach was secluded and rocky, and lots of areas formed huge, strong currents between the rocks.

Then, it was like I was playing some weird version of Sim Earth, and I started trying to get rid of the currents by placing waves between the grey rocks where the current got strong. This just pushed the current outwards. I kept trying, and it kept doing the same thing, so I just deleted my wave placements to make it go back to normal.

Then, I was watching the young Jane and her mother, both very beautiful. Her mother seemed like a very, very kind woman. They were standing in very shallow water close to the shore by a huge rock formation at the very left side of the beach. Something happened to where Jane killed her mother, though it was not on purpose, but an accident. She was stabbed through the middle. I saw the wound, and it was bloody, but not too bloody. The present Jane then had this horrible realization that she had killed her mother, after thinking for years it had been the currents.

Then, I was getting out of my parked car on a sunny day at this Catholic church in my town. I was going to meet either Jane or Jake, I'm not quite sure anymore. I think it was Jake. I had to walk somewhere though, so I got out of the car, and started to walk away from the church. I got to the corner of the sidewalk, and to my right, I saw a little ways from me, two HUGE grey dogs. No collars, no leashes. They looked like Great Danes. As bad as I want a Great Dane (I do want one in waking life), I did not want a run-in with these dogs. I turned to my left, and again, a ways away from me were two more gigantic grey dogs.

I started back towards the church, trying to step cautiously as to not startle the dogs. Well, apparently, I wasn't taking enough care in my steps, because first two, then the other two, started to bound towards me. Not out of aggression, but they wanted to greet me. I am very small, even in waking life, compared to Great Danes, but these were even more massive and muscular than their waking life counterparts. I was walking by the parked cars in the parking lot as they started to jump on me excitedly. One bit me on the arm he was so excited, but not hard enough to make me bleed, though I did still feel the pain of the bite.
"Down! Sit! Stay" I started to say forcefully over and over.
They backed off a little, but not much. Then, right as I feel like I was getting to my car (I don't think I was going to leave, but I needed shelter), a Golden Retriever started to join in on the fun.

At some point during all this, I remember calling Jake. He asked if I wanted to meet him somewhere else or something, and I said yes.

I also remember seeing a photograph of Jake as a child, I think it was Jake anyway, in front of a building with some other children. Jake was not smiling. He looked angry and sad. He had lost his parents (it was bleeding in with the Jane story at that point).

I know I'm leaving some things out of here, especially in the part where Jane's mother is killed. But the most vivid part of the dream was the dog part, seeing them and being jumped all over by them. Odd.