non-lucid

I am in my parent's bedroom and they have an announcement to make. Me and my 6 siblings are in their room waiting to hear what they want to say. It turns out that my siblings and I are not our dad's children. We are the product of incest between my mother and uncles. This felt extremely weird.

Either I'm thinking this or this is what they actually say. I can't put a finger on it. It was creepy to say the least

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I felt really weird at one point in this dream.

I was in the car park located outside the hospital I go to. I saw a dark alleyway going down to somewhere, with lots of purple door-shaped portals. I walked through one of the portals and found a machine. I wasn't sure what it was, so I left it and headed back to the alleyway. I walked through another portal and started to play a game. I can't recall everything, but at the end of it, everyone died on a mountain. I then automatically teleported back to the alleyway. I went back to the machine and there were 2 people there. I climbed under the machine and it started spinning really fast. I couldn't stand up because I would get killed, so I had to reverse slowly. I woke up shortly after.

And that's that. Very odd.

I was with my girlfriend in a public restroom. I think we were trying to have sex in there for a thrill. When we left the cubical in the restroom she was alot shorter then normal. I even thought wow my girlfriend is really short. There was someone in the bathroom.

I was at a high school and the fire alarm went off. I was going out with this girl named jade. I thought eww why in the hell am I with her, she is so ugly. I didn't wanna touch or even get close to her. The closer I looked the more ugly she became.

Last night I was looking at a mansion, and a strange thing was that the next two dream scenes each happened two times in a row. Each time, with a slightly difference circumstance. There were a small bunch of old rich folk sitting out on a big dining padio connected to the house, chatting and eating. A few younger adults, also well dressed but a majority were elderly. One of the older gentlemen stood up and invited a few into his private parlar, and walked inside while the others continued in what seemed like a very in depth discussion. I overheard them reading a note. It was a threat note. They were discussing the dangers of a killer on the loose, that had threatened to show up at their public exhibits in the down stairs hall. The first time I saw this, it ended after I over heard this and began to replay. The second time, this same set of events almost exactly happened the way it did before. But this time, I went to investigate. I waited outside on the steps, a large touring group walked in and out of the building. Then I saw him, this strange looking shirtless man. He looked like a super pale punker kid and acted like one too. He walked into the downstairs hall and started writing on the glass in an alarming way, I knew he was the killer.

This dream changed quite a bit. Here's the second scene in the same place, that also happened twice in a row. I was accompanied by my dream friend, and both him and I were in some type of superhuman group. We could both go super-fast. We were now standing inside of the hall, and I pointed out the threat to him. I was about to take the guy out, but he said not to worry about it, "I got this.". He was a black guy, dressed a little bit like Frozone from that movie The Incredibles. Hahah, I wasn't wearing stupid clothes though so it's okay. I sped over to the corner of the room to watch as he easily swooped the threatening punk out of his path and handed him to the authorities outside. We started walking away thinking well of the day, but he kept on turning around in indecision. Like he didn't know which way we were supposed to go. I said "Where you goin, dude?". He stopped, thought about it- then we took off down the hall.

The second scene of this part happened exactly like the first, except once my dream friend began to become confused about direction- I told him "We're about to go this way, come on." It felt good to be able to live one moment twice. Seems like the second times happened just a bit more smoothly.

08/09/12

Dream 1

I actually fully recalled this dream and wrote down the notes in the morning, but after a long and busy day I have forgot most of the details of this dream and remember only little parts. Anyway here are my notes.


About Drake and Josh. Drake does drugs and wanted to kill himself, brother stopped him. There was a big fight and they almost killed each other. They killed everyone else, but then they stopped killing each other at last minute. This is the part I remember, I was laying on the ground and Drake was trying to thrust a knife into my chest. I was trying to push his arm away and in the end he just gave up and gave me a hand up. Then we went back and told our parents. Well Drake and Josh's parents. We started off by saying 'Drake was on drugs.' His mum said something weird like 'Why does a bad story always start with Drake being on drugs?' That was the last I remember.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

It may sound fun to people, but actually it was scary as hell.

I was in a water park, by myself. I could see other school students on the slides, but I was by myself. I climbed up the stairs to one of the slides, then sat down and started going. I was going slow, then suddenly I just zoomed down it and went round a corner. I slipped up the side and went over. Luckily, I landed on another slide, which was level with the slide I was just on. I zoomed down the other slide and landed at the bottom safely. I then spoke to some people at the top of another slide. It was really cool being able to land on the other slide, but still scary. I tried again, still zooming down the slide at a fast speed. This time, I jumped onto the other slide, then went around a corner and fell off the side, causing me to fall and land in the water. I woke up straight after I hit the water.

Think what you want, but I still shit myself .

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

Not very well recalled, but I got something down, at least.

I was walking through, what looked like, a secret lab or something. There were guards holding lasers everywhere in the corridors. I slipped past 3 guards and then reached another corridor. I found a door, with water currents pouring out. I stepped on a current and went flying back to the start of the lab. There was a basketball coach, a net and some people. The first one to get the ball in the net gets to go through a door. I went to throw the ball, but the currents were taking me off my feet. I managed to get past the the currents and score the ball in the net. The door opened and I went through. I was with my dad and his girlfriend at this point. I then started to fight a man with my dad, who looked like he was guarding another door. After beating him up, we all went through the door and sat down at a table in a restaurant. We waited at the table for a while, then a guy came and put some food on the table.

That's all for this dream. Not very interesting.

Dream - Lucid

I was reading a poem which was about three other poems, one of my poems being one of them. I was very honored that someone would pick one of my poems to write a poem about. The only thing I saw that was weird was a misplaced word, "yay", being in there.

I then remember reading it from a different angle, like it was all in 3D. All the letters looked like they were encased in glass. Inside one of them was a reflection of the word "yay" in a light reddish-purple color. I supposed that the author of the poem-about-poems saw that and thought it was part of my poem, when really, it was only a reflection of a word from another poem.

Then, there were all these shoes on this stage, and something happened depending on how you had them laid out. I kept moving some and knocking some over to see what would happen. There were black high heels, grey high heels, black knee-high boots, and probably more that I can't remember.

Throughout this dream, my mouth was terribly dried out. I would try to drink water to wet it, but it was like the water wasn't even touching my bone-dry tongue. I couldn't even feel it enter my mouth.

I woke up with my mouth being extremely dry from breathing through it, my nose being too stuffy to breathe out of. I cleared it out, had some water, and went back to sleep, finally able to breathe through my nose again.

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I was inside of some video game, one that I had beaten before, apparently. Jake was with me.

We came up to Cinderella, who was somewhere outside, just standing in some grass by the road (which looked like a road close to where I live), and talked to her. She was dressed in her ball gown. She had this mission that she was on, saving people who were less than fortunate; they were tiny and deformed, not even really people, I guess. It was so weird. But anyway, she asked us to get this kitten in the room the tiny people were in, which was actually the bonus room at my house. She called the tiny people "middle class" something or others, I can't quite remember.

So we got the kitten, a black and white kitten with these small black balls on the tips of its whiskers. It looked like my brother's girlfriend's kitten, save for the whisker balls. Well that room was where my cat, Belle, likes to stay, and she doesn't like other cats. The kitten just wanted to play, but my cat wanted no part in it. I then saw the tiny people come out from behind the couch. They were basically just heads and legs, reminding me of Mr. Saturn from Super Smash Bros.

Then, Cinderella said something about how one of the tiny people had gone missing.

Jake and I were then going through this glass tunnel. We went into this room, one that we were supposed to get for either Belle or the black and white kitten, and there was a boss to beat in there, this small, green monster that kind of looked like the Cheshire Cat. It had black stripes on its back. I wasn't ready to activate it yet (we had to talk to it or hit it or something to activate the battle), but Jake went ahead and did it anyway. I said
"Alright, you can beat him then," and gave him a lightsaber that glowed red when drawn.
He said something like "This is easy" in response.
I watched him hit the creature over and over. When he was about to deal the final blow, the boss looked at me with the exact look my cat gives me when she's pissed, with ears back and eyes wide. I shut the door to the room that Jake and the boss were in and walked back down the glass tunnel.

Then, I was in a kitchen, sitting in a chair at the table, and these two people, a mother and father, were talking to their little girl. Her parents were telling her that her grandparents and I were leaving the next day in the morning. The girl looked very sad. Then, her parents said they would leave after breakfast, and she perked up a little and said
"Well at least I still get breakfast!"
I was wondering how in the world I was related to this girl, because apparently I was. I looked at her, and that's when I noticed how much she resembled Honey Boo Boo from the reality show "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo" (in my defense, a show I've never watched, and never plan to IWL). I was then trying to get out of the chair I was sitting in, but for some reason, one of my legs was kind of stuck between the table and the chair. I kept saying "ow" trying to get it out, even though it didn't hurt. I finally freed it.

I'm in some car, trying to save some people from a life of slavery. I pull up to the gas station that is really a front. Then I see her, the girl they took from me. I see a couple of other slaves too. I pull UP to them and motion for them to get in, they slowly do. I then pull over to the pumps that the girl is at. I motion for her to get in and right as she opens the door, there master turns away from the road he was staring at and sees. She jumps in as I peel out. We take off. Then I'm hit by another car and knocked out. I wake up in a bed next to some cute girl. I figure this is part of my slave life. I quietly get up and start to explore. I'm in some big mansion. I eventually find the room the boss slaver and the girl I wanted to save are in. I kill him.

Counter-Bullying

I'm sitting at a desk in a high-school classroom. The teacher is an athletic-looking male, and it's a math class. But I'm not paying attention to that, because I feel something hurting me from behind. Some dumb kid thinks it would be fun to bully me, eh? I half turn in my seat, then casually and carefully bite the finger that's hurting me. I only catch a tiny bit of skin in the bite, but I think it's enough.

"Thank you, for not doing that again," I say. No reply.

A few minutes later, I feel a prick of pain in one of my shoulders that won't go away. Apparently I didn't scare them off last time. I have no idea how they're causing this particular sensation of pain, but I try to get rid of it by rubbing my shoulder against the seat behind me. It stops. After a second, I decide it's time for a confrontation. I turn all the way around and grab the kid behind me by the front of his clothes. He looks to be about fourteen or fifteen, with his hair cut long, a bit like Justin Bieber. He had been laughing quietly to himself, but he's not any more.

"What's your name, kid?" I ask. He just keeps looking around, shifting his eyes and not making eye contact. He doesn't look particularly scared. I'm trying to give him an angry, threatening look, and I'm surprised at how successful I seem to be. It's not a look I've had much experience with.

I look around to see if he had an accomplice. The guy sitting to the kid's right seems to be laughing to himself as well, so I ask him, "How about you, huh? What's your name?" He too stops laughing, but he doesn't answer, either. I notice that both kids have the same basic haircut, and also the same hair color: light blond dyed a faint purple. Anyway, since neither of them are responding, I suppose I should start thinking about how to deliver the rest of my speech.

I get up to walk a few feet away, conscious that other people in the room are probably about to start noticing the confrontation. When I turn around, I'm surprised to find things have escalated: an ally of mine's found a friend of his, and they've ganged up on one of the boys who was bullying me. One of them is pinning the boy's arms behind his back, and the other is winding up to punch him. I suppose they figure they'll get him to talk by torturing him. But that's no good, so I run back and shove them apart with my hands. Now the teacher's definitely coming, so I only have a few moments to finish dealing with the situation my way. I start lecturing the kid from the seat behind me, even as the teacher runs up and tells us in an exasperated, angry voice to get back to our seats. It's clear he just wants to end the disruption; he doesn't really care what caused it. I think I should finish my lecture, first.

I [falsely] wake up. I spend a few moments trying to remember the details of the dream, then I open my dream diary. I'm surprised not to see a date on the page: I usually write tomorrow's date right before I go to bed at night. But then I look at some of the text already on the page and remember that I've already written down some dreams from earlier tonight. So I put down a new bullet point and write down some details from this most recent dream, including "slight purplish hair." My handwriting is unusually small. I hope I'll be able to read it later.

Now, I'm not sure what time it is, and I'm not sure whether I have school today. It's the day after I flew back to Chicago for school. [IRL, I'm still on summer vacation.] I'm mostly moved into my room, except I'm pretty sure some of my stuff is still in storage elsewhere in the city. I'd planned to get that before classes started, so I really hope it's not Monday. But then, I'd planned to fly back on a Friday, so maybe I have the whole weekend left? I'm not sure, so I look for my cell phone to check the date.

The room is large and rectangular, the headboard of my queen-sized bed midway up the longer side. My first cell phone tells me nothing. My second cell phone, a red one, confuses me. [IRL, I don't have a second cell phone.] I can't find the date or time anywhere. Then I see the word "recording" on the screen, and I realize I must have left it recording video all through the night. I wonder what size the file is by now.

I was in a road trip in a nice silver convertible with my brother and sister. It seemed the backdrop was inspired by a desert landscape sci-fi world. The floor was non-existent for miles below but you could see it barely. This was inpsired by playing James Cameron's AVATAR and seeing the beautiful world of Pandora.

I was in the front seat -- passangers. We were driving through the landscape. But there was a bunch of things in front of our view. Not on the road but in the sky. Things like UFOs, birds, Hot air baloons. It was weird. At one point, I took the wheel and started to drive as fast as I could.

Then we stopped inside a gas station. I had to go to he restroom. However these kids, jocky-like. Looked like early 20s informed me that once I got out, they would punch me. I thought nothing of it. I went to a urinal and lifted my shirt down. I saw something above my belly. I saw what looked like four names written in ink from tattoo scralwed across my belly. One of the names was DEREK. Above each name was some kind of stain or scratch mark. I took a towel and tried to wipe it off. I did. But the names were still there. I left the urinal heading for the exit but I decided to run so they wouldn't catch me. Too late, I was already being met from a flying punch to the stomach.

I wake up.

Cheating on My Diet

I try to eat really well. I cheated on my diet yesterday and had a can of coke. I think this made it's way into my dreams. I had one dream of me eating poorly that I can't remember, and this one.

I was choosing from a bag of candies. They may have been my daughters. I chose a couple candies that I wanted. I was going to get a third, but there was only one of each of the good ones and I wanted to leave them for (my daughter?)

I ended up choosing a soft granola type bar. It had raspberry in the middle and peanut butter on top. I bit into it and I remember tasting the peanut butter. I might have tasted a bit of the raspberry. I rarely taste things in my dreams, so this was interesting.

It was already night, and i had to buy some food. The problem was that food in the whole city was scarce, so if i didn't hurry i would be without dinner. I remember that it was 8:00 PM and i went to a shop and asked for chickens, but the shop was already empty. I asked the woman is she could tell me where to buy, and she guided me to some place... I went there and i saw my bicycle outside. I was with someone at that moment, i don't know who, and i said out loud "It is my bicycle!!!" and he answered me "Yes, it is. Take it!" So i took it and i hid at the end of the street, so i could see when they came out who took it. When they came out i saw 3 friends of mine, and 2 of them had their own bikes, and the one that had mine was very sad. So i went there and gave it to him (after all he was going to my house (they were also getting food)).
Then, on my way back home, i saw a new neighbor and i went to say hello. It was a very pretty girl. Then i invited her home, and she came... but i don't know what happened.

09.08.2012

What did I do? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking outside a replica of the section near the Blocker building in College Station, and I'm walking down the sidewalk to eventually turn left to get to the building. However, I think I needed to go somewhere else to the right instead, that's all I remember.

LOL, note to self:

- Set an alarm time to wake me up in the middle of the night for a better chance at dream recall instead of sleeping through all the way.

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I dreamed I met Paul Simon again. During some sort of concert intermission, some of the audience and I were hanging around in some kind of break room. Paul came down and sat at my table, and we chitchatted a bit. Later he was talking with Sorn, who gave him a noogie. "I said, easy, personal space y'all." Paul was like "Do not EVER. TOUCH. MY HAIR!!!" Then he left for a bit. When he came back into the room, he gave a big speech about not ever touching him, and no rocking in your seats, and similar-haired children shouldn't sit together. Then he grabbed his stuff and left. I was like, good going guys.

Dumb dream.