non-lucid

Waking Thoughts/Dream/Lucid

I was walking over to my neighbor's house to collect the mail that was incorrectly mailed to them. It was about mid day I think. Walking over, a policeman stopped his car nearby. He said that there has been some sort of outbreak (I am assuming some sort of sickness) and warns me to stay inside. I then head to my neighbor's house to quickly get the mail. Upon getting the mail, I notice that one is for me. But it is a ticket... That doesn't tell me what I did. Strange thing is though, is that it looks like an oversized raffle ticket with different colors. It almost looks like a prank. Later, I head to the store to meet my mother. Not too much happens and the dream finally collapses. I am in my bed at roughly 03:30ish.

09.07.2012

Catherine with Purple Wings (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is someone levitating above me, she had huge purple wings. Whenever I'm trying to recall how she looks like, she looks a lot like Catherine from the game "Catherine."

The background behind her was shining with bright colors, like a mix of white, a little bit of orange, pink, and other things. She was wearing the default costume in the game, but what was different this time is that it seems she's wearing white lingerie stockings as well.

How I see her is starting the bottom of her feet in stockings, all the way up to her arms spreading out to me, as if she wanted to wrap her arms around and hug me. Then the angle shifts up more, and she's smiling at me.

Well......I guess there's no doubt about it, I was just heartbeats from getting a direct answer from her, but I don't even remember what I did after I saw her.

She's my dream guide, or if I want to start getting more into it:

-My Guardian Angel
-A Succubus
-Or a Shape shifter Dream guide...which probably means the blondes in my dreams are all some element, and Catherine is just another form she can take....probably because I had an attraction to her in the game (gaaaaaaah video game crushes............)

Hmmm....finding which dream to try and draw gets harder, especially when an idea pops in my head to help me remember the dream and get it engrained in my mind.

I still remember the dream with the lady in the blue dress.

Then there's Ada Wong with the Black Wings, and now Catherine with the Purple Wings.

As much as I want to interpret this dream as just a figment of my imagination, as an aspect of apophenia, ugh....

that's no fun thinking like that! Oh well, maybe I'll have some luck tonight, that's what I always say to myself. -__-

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09.07.2012

Sakura and Sasuke (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The environment is dark, it had colors ranging from dark maroon, red, and black. Sakura from Naruto Shippuden is wearing the same white cloak she had over one of her default costumes in the series. Sakura is right behind Sasuke, and Sasuke is just standing there, waiting for a response I'm assuming.

Sakura bends her neck a bit forward and I think she starts crying, almost similar to the scene where she tried to kill Sasuke (sorry if I spoiled it for anyone, but I doubt anyone is going to die if they were trying to catch up on the anime and manga).

She decides to get the kunai in her hand closer and closer to Sasuke's back, and the moment he turns around, both of them have their weapons next to each others neck. Sasuke has his sword, and she has her kunai, things look like a stalemate.

Hmm....that's weird, Sasuke allowing himself to get into that position, I honestly thought he would

EMS+ Spam Amaterasu+ Spam Susanoo to overkill her or something.

I haven’t had any dreams that I can remember for the past few days, but I finally had some memorable ones this morning. And I was lucid during one of them!

Or well, it was kind of like one big dream but with two parts. And one of them was like, a dream within a dream. So yeah.

Two of my sisters and I are sharing a room together, and the room only has one bed that we all have to sleep on. It’s the morning, and two of my sisters are arguing because there’s not enough room on the bed. One of them gets out and lies down on the floor instead. I curl up at the foot of the bed and I’m like, “I’m going to have a lucid dream now.” And then I fall asleep within the dream and have another dream. A dream within a dream. Oooh.

So anyway, during this part of the dream I was aware I was dreaming and could control aspects of the story. I was sometimes a character in the story and sometimes just an observer.

So, there’s this guy and this girl who are a couple. And they have a pet dragon because … that’s cool. The girl wakes up in the morning. They live in this small wooden house, where sunlight streams in between the planks of wood. The girl walks out the front door, and the dragon is waiting there. It opens its wings––which kind of look like they’re made of lace. That is, they’re black and have this cool transparent pattern on them. In the background, the sun is rising and the sky is red and cloudy. And the girl is like, “Ooh, pretty.”

The guy comes outside to join her. They have some conversation where the girl is like, “Mehhh I’m so ugly!” and the guy is like, “I think you are very attractive!” and whatnot. Then they decide to fly around on the dragon for a while.

So, they get on the dragon and take off. But then suddenly there’s a storm, and they get struck by lightning and fall out of the sky. The guy and the dragon are okay, but the girl goes missing, and all the guy can find are pieces of her shoes.

Back at the cabin, the guy just sits around and cries with the pieces of the girl’s shoes all around him. He has a friend who also lives there, and that guy is sitting by a wood stove and pretends to be crying whenever people stop by so that they’ll leave him alone, or … something. I don’t really know what the logic is.

There were two other parts of the dream, but I don’t remember which part of the dream they were part of, or what they had to do with anything at all. In one part, I was watching this weird steampunk golf tournament on TV. And in another part, I was a man who had to dress up as Dorothy from “The Wizard of Oz” for some unknown reason.

So yup! That’s all, folks.

Last night I had a dream I was waitressing. I think it was at the old restaurant I used to work at. I was waiting on two adults and their two children. I remember the wife didn't order a meal she was just going to pick at what everyone else was having. I remember feeling a little bit stressed because it turned into a complicated order. I woke up just as I was putting the order into the computer.

I recalled two vague fragments from last night - one about checking my tumblr dashboard, another about browsing reddit.

I also had a fairly vivid dream later. In that dream, I was playing my N64. Instead of being in my bedroom, though, it was set up in the living room. I don’t remember what game it was, but, for some strange reason, it was played with two controllers. While I was playing, a young, blonde-haired boy, perhaps nine or ten years old, came up to me. I asked if he wanted to play, and he said yes.

“Here’s the player one controller, here’s the other controller, and here are the games,” I told him, motioning to the two controllers and then the box of games. “And here’s the microphone if you want to play Hey You, Pikachu!”

Well, he did want to play Hey You, Pikachu! He didn’t play mine, though; he’d brought his own cartridge. It was a limited edition version in which you could also have a Raichu. I thought that was pretty cool. I’d never seen that version before.

For some reason, I got up and went to the kitchen (in my house, it’s connected to the living room; we have a combined living room/kitchen/dining room area). The sink and counter looked like it does in the bathroom, though. I grabbed two pairs of my (most recent) old pairs of glasses and several Triforce earrings. I thought it was odd that I had so many identical earrings when I’d only remembered having one pair (the glasses didn’t strike me as odd, though), so I did a reality check. My favourite is the hand RC, so I glanced down at my hand. Five fingers, normal. Something just looked… different, though (as in, my fingers weren’t quite straight, and they definitely weren’t parallel - there was a huge gap between my middle finger, leaning way to the left, and my ring finger, leaning over to the right). I counted again to make sure. I still had five fingers. I concluded I was, in fact, awake (when I replayed the dream in my mind after waking up, I literally facepalmed when I got to this part).

I picked up the boy’s other, identical limited edition Hey You, Pikachu! cartridge, went back to the living room, and returned the game cartridge to him. He thanked me for returning it - as he didn’t know where it was - and left.

Me and brother were about to do some mushrooms. Someone offered these to us and said if you really wanna become lucid take these. Then I told gavin that when they kick in watch a video of the karmapa so he can never let you go.

Me and my friends from work decided to smoke some weed. I think I smoked about three joints.

I was at a hindu temple but I was kind of in the back ground. I about how close I was to buddha.

I saw a lady I know at this place called seven salsas.

Non-dream Dream

I am at my wedding reception and people are playing a very strange wedding game by the pool. Everyone at the wedding gets in a big circle, head to back, and they stick their dick in the ass of the person in front of them. Me and 4 other people refuse to participate, even when KTC asks me to go behind her. I am upset because later I find out my wife participated. They were going for some kind of world record.

Dream 2:

I see myself in a mirror. I don't recall what my face looked like but my back looked very weird and hairy.

These scenes started out with Nick (a friend of mine that recently moved to Minnesota) and I meeting up with two other guys. Nick, for some reason looked a bit older than he is. And looked a little bit more like a vulcan than he does. I have no explanation for that.
We met up with these russian guys that were taking us around to private clubs and such. I could tell by the begining that we shouldn't have been hanging out with them, but it was fine I guess. We walked around this euro-styled town, into a couple shops and then finally found ourselves in a small but fancy little eating area. It was all white and blue. White benches, white tinted walls with blue trim. It was pretty cool, until the dream went absolutely weird. Someone walked in our booth, shot one of the guys we were hanging out with. His body goreishly exploded and his hand with a white glove was the only thing left. For some reason or another in that dream, I knew that the aggression that made that shooter shoot, had now fled into the hand of the blown up body. The hand began to run away, I chased it down- knowing that it was a danger to everyone.
I found myself running up an american suburban driveway, in a neighborhood similar to mine. I saw the hand climb up someone's house and dive into their garage. Then I heard a women screaming in the garage.
At this point, I want to take a second to point out... the last scene, this scene and the next scene make absolutely no sense pertaining to each other. But they did at the time.

Back to the screaming. I run up to the garage, and notice that the things that I need to do in order to save this women are being highlighted in my vision. Like a videogame, telling you to go here, pull this, jump on this-etc.
So I see a lever being highlighted on the garage door, I jump up and pull it down. The garage door opens and I run in an smash the hand while it tries to graphically assault the woman. Being thoroughly disturbed now, my consciousness backed up. As if I was looking at a screen. I was looking at this screen, with the creepy hand, and some weird people around it as video game characters. I start reading the words next to the pictures and it describes partially what had been going on. It was a plot summary. My wife comes up behind me and sees my innapropriete screen, and gets upset that I'm watching such a pervert game. ... This dream really fucked me over(Haha). But it was interesting none the less.

After that, I went back into the screen I guess. But it changed. I was walking down some street that reminded me of a san fransisco/thailand ghetto. A bunch of strange deformed pornagraphic adds that weren't actual people, just... weird picasso style genitalia going for each other. I kept walking, hoping to get out of this place and saw some weird bars. There was this one pimp that looked like a circus clown, his hair was all bright orange and green and he had a white vest on with a bunch of accessories. He was in a hooker bar. It kind of seemed like this whole neighborhood was a hooker bar. I'm pretty sure the dream ended after a few more steps.

My wife and I were sitting in bed after that weird bathroom thing happened, when my parents walked in.

I could tell my mom was upset. She explained that she was upset over my sister lying about somewhere she was going. It seemed like my mom thought of her as a child in this dream or something, because my mom has dealt with us lying about where we're going before. And never got that emotional. But anyways, my mom just kind of rested her head down on her hand and my dad told her... something along the lines of, she shouldn't get so upset over it- it's not that big of a deal. Which is strange and completely out of character for my dad.
They left, and I did what my sister and I have always done after finding out that our parents are mad at one of us for something we were unaware of yet. I called her. But the process of calling her was so frustrating. I had a blackberry, but the buttons didn't make any sense.
A while later we found my sister at the park down the street from my house and I told her what was up. Still trying to figure out my stupid blackberry, the buttons were changing. That's why I couldn't figure it out.
My sister looked the way she did when she was... around seventeen, eighteen or so. I don't keep up with her hairstyles in a timeline so I'm not sure, but somewhere around there. Pointing that out because she's twenty and I have a niece that didn't exist in this dream.

So last night I had probably five different major things happen in my house, so the order of them is a little bit jumbled in my head. As far as I know, the first part went like this.

I told my wife goodnight, she went to bed. Shortly after that, I was alone in the house- but I got a visitor. My old friend Eric came over and we talked a while, and smoked a little bit(Which is a little off, because I quit smoking marijuana a short while back because it was giving me extreme anxiety attacks.). After we hung out for a while, he took off. Suddenly I remembered, "Wow, this is strange. I'm not panicking."
So I called my sister and told her about it, kind of excited even though it made little sense. After I hung up I started to panic a bit(Haha, dreams). But at that point my wife woke up and got mad at me, because she had been trying to sleep in that room the whole time. I realize now that she hadn't, but it was a dream so I went with it. I said sorry, I had no idea why I didn't realize that. My mind made up the excuse that I just wasn't used to our new sleeping arrangements. Anyways, after that- she had to use the restroom. But for some reason, we had an ill feeling that something might be waiting in the bathroom.
So I grabbed the knife off of my desk and walked in slowly to find a small, thin, wooden labyrinth going through my bathroom to the side with the toilet. Of course though, on the thin wooden panels going all the way through were mirrors. I could have sworn I saw something move other than myself when first entering the bathroom. Entering the mirror labyrinth*. Now that I remember my dream, I did see something move. But I attributed it to my mind playing tricks on me. I walked all the way through and found nothing, and walked back out. That whole scene made me pretty nervous for some reason, even after I found that nothing was there. Probably just my subconscious telling me that something in my bathroom looked wrong. lol. That was the end of that dream.

But at one point later, I had a false awakening where I was telling my wife about my weird dreams of this night. She told me that she assumed I was having some weird dreams, because I was yelling "Fuck your mother!" in my sleep. This is funny to me, excuse my language.

I meantioned in a forum post, I've been experimenting with apples and apple juice for a couple days and have had some great success with the number of dreams that I'm able to have in one period of sleep. Last night's first dreams started out like this;

My mother and I were visiting her friend in Europe. We had stopped in a cafe' and had lunch with whoever her friend was, I don't remember the breakfast scene but somehow I knew what her friend looked like. My memory of the dream starts with us about to head back to America. But before we started back, my mom wanted to show me around this little town of diners that were all replicas of iconic eateries around the world. They had some very pretty looking places, I specifically remember one my mom pointed out. It was three stories high, and more yellow than the yellow brick road. I'm just getting to the good part now though, for some reason, we were doing all of this in a high tech motored parasailing vehicle! We flew over europe for awhile, but then set off over the waters back home. (In the dream, I guess you could internationally travel within just a few minutes. I wasn't think very hard. It was just a fun experience). Near the end it became a little less fun when I realized I didn't have much of a hold onto the vehicle. The straps were hard to explain, but I think at one point I ended up literally holding myself up on rigid strings.

This morning's dream was really a lot of fun! First I dreamed that I had mastered the art of telekinesis. I could move objects without touching them. Specifically, if I concentrated hard enough, I could make a red thermos leap into my hands from about a foot or so away. I kept doing it over and over. It was so much fun. I couldn't wait to show others my new skill. On one practice try, I had to admit that it did look like a spirit was picking up the thermos and tossing it to me. That kind of made me nervous. I didn't want people to think there was something satanic about my new talent. I hoped there wasn't!

Then the dream switched and I bumped into Mark Hamill. I think we were in a store. He was very funny and friendly.

Then I dreamed that I was shopping in a second-hand store. I was looking for a certain type of skirt, short but with layers of ruffled fabric. This particular store didn't have any skirts like that. I did find a cool dress in a gorgeous fabric. It was a lightweight, satiny material in a sort of cream color, but as the material moved it looked green and gold too. It was a halter style dress with a really short skirt. A friend said the dress was too revealing. I said I would buy it if it fit. I tried wrapping it around me, but it was too small. A friend from school, Olivia, was interested in the dress so I gave it to her to buy. I thought she was going to get it, but then she changed her mind! I kept searching the racks, but didn't find anything else as good as that dress. I walked round and round the same racks looking for a skirt I liked and couldn't find one. I was still shopping when I woke up!

Waking Thoughts/Dream/Lucid

Before bed, I really concentrated on a mantra, " I will wake up after every dream, and remember it with clarity." This has worked well in the past when I first started to try lucid dreaming, and seems to have worked again. I remember I did wake up more than twice, but did not write down anything other than two vivid dreams.

There was a timer. Quietly counting down day by day. Anybody who came across it really did not know what it means. For as long as they can remember, or so a random dream character told me, this terraformed moon is all they have known. I look up into the sky and can see Earth. But it looks strange. Almost dead. The dream character was telling me that this was an old government project. Sending people to the moon to terraform it that is. As to why they needed it livable was beyond me, but I have a feeling that something bad happened. Looking out at the horizon, I can see a brilliant fiery sunset. The dream begins to fade as I wake up in my bed around 03:42. I quickly jot down what I have seen and heard. That dream was fairly short, but extremely vivid.

I go back to sleep and wake up around 07:40ish. Another quick, pointless work dream. Nothing really exciting to post here, but I need to post as much as possible.
My bro and I are at work. We are headed out to where our manager needs us. It's outside by a bunch of makeshift storage areas. Things do look a bit bigger though. Like higher stacked shelves and a almost two story building. The only thing remarkable is a song I was letting my brother listen to. Can't remember what it was though.

I only remember fragments of this dream.
Firstly, all of the people in my dorm hallway were living in a house, and I remember the feeling of pining for Ryan's attention, but he was only interested in Audrey.
I also remember walking alone at night in a neighborhood in Utah, going to my old house and talking to the woman who lives there now. I feel like I was looking for my brother Garrett. I didn't like talking to the woman because I feel like she stole our house and my old life.
Then I went to the movies with my family and my floor. Well, it was either/or because they kept switching. We were seeing Wizard of Oz, and of course we got there hella early to see the Cinemark First Look shit that my dad always likes to see.
I thought I would have to go to the bathroom a lot during the movie, so I went before and met this weird, scary lady who was super judgmental of everyone. I feel like she was Judgement personified. She would look at someone and immediately decide who they were and what they liked and what was happening in their lives. Pretty much, totally judging a book by its cover. She was judging Lauren, my roommate, but Lauren was standing up for herself. I felt weak because I knew if she were to judge me out loud I couldn't stand up for myself.
Then we went back to the dorm and I just remember singing "On My Own" from Les Mis and having fun belting it out.

Mostly, I think this relates to the resentments I wrote about last night right before bed. I wrote about two Mormons, one was my ex boyfriend and the other was his mom. I constantly felt judged by them solely because I wasn't what THEY wanted, i.e. a mormon. I felt less than them and like I couldn't stand up to them. I didn't think I was good enough for them because I didn't have their same spiritual beliefs. As a consequence, I judged their religious views really harshly, and they are currently two of my greatest resentments.