Non-Lucid Dreams
This was a good one. It felt real; I actually woke up with my heart pounding from the adrenaline. I'm driving around town at night, just minding my own business when I hear over my CB (which apparently doubles as a police radio in my dreams) that a call just went out for a stolen vehicle with my license plate number. I see a police car behind me with the sirens on, and I consider pulling over to explain their mistake, but I decide that outrunning them would be much more fun. A "mini map" appears in the top-left hand side of my field of vision, flashing red and blue just like the one in GTA:CTW. By the time I hit the freeway there are at least four cars following me. I accelerate towards traffic, weaving in and out of the cars - the police matching me move for move. I slam one of the police cars from the right, knocking him to the side just in time for him to crash head-on into the center divider (the crash was epic!). The adrenaline rush wakes me up.
I don't remember much from last night, just a couple fragments. In the first, I found Cookie, a stuffed animal (a black-and-white cat) I've had for as long as I can remember, in my basement. I picked her up and hugged her really tight because I was glad that I'd finally found her (she went missing maybe a couple years ago IWL). In the second, I was on some website where there was this competition going on. It was some sort of video game competition. People could vote for their favourites in different categories (favourite character, favourite game, favourite genre, favourite moment, etc.).
08.30.2012Dianeva Ends Our Relationship (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I can't remember much from this dream, other than the fact that someone who I believe is Dianeva tells me directly that this relationship isn't working out for us. I tried to give this some thought, but just couldn't, I can't even remember how I felt........ *sigh* With the things I've been seeing in my dreams, that could mean anything. I hope it isn't a premonition for the other Alyssa I know of. _________________________08.30.2012Hunter stabbed someone (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Hunter, a person's name in waking life that I knew in middle school, admits to me and two or so people sitting around him criss-cross apple sauce that he stabbed someone with a knife. (He didn't stab them criss-cross apple sauce, and I'm too lazy to change that ) He has the same curly dirty blonde hair, has a dark colored shirt and khaki pants. He's touching his wrist (I can't remember which side) as he's continuing to talk._________________________08.30.2012Golden Dog Game (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm watching a video game where there's a part that you can play as dog. The dog has a gold-ish kind of fur, but doesn't look like a Golden Retriever at all. There's a "Hard Mode" that you can choose for the dog, but I decided to know do that. As if I have any fucking choice, the dream continues to show the dog, and it seems to be one of those third person games where you just hack and slash enemies (sort of). The environment in the game was saturated with variants of violet, making night time in it feel a little bit more eerie than it should be. The dog could run pretty fast, but I can't remember anything else._________________________08.30.201251 Cents (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm going to the upper floor of what seems like a mall, and I believe I'm following a group of people as well. The store, or the outlet we're going to resembles a coffee shop in a way. Most of the lighting made the outlet itself have orange and brown hues intertwined, and it seemed this place was pretty active, but not too active with people. I remember going up near a jar where one could donate a certain amount of coins that the store would contribute to some organization that helps less fortunate people. I look at the jar, and it's almost full, and this is a BIG jar, it's even wider than my arms if I were to make it into a ring shape. Most of the jar had pennies in it, which explains why it was mostly brown inside the jar. I believe I was following an Asian girl and a woman who was probably her grandma. I don't understand why we were following her, but it seemed like a fun idea at the time in the dream I'm presuming. A random employee, who is wearing a green apron and white shirt (can't remember the pants), and has a dark-skinned tone comes near us and I believe is talking with the small Asian girl first. He's declaring that the jar is full (oh really now?) and starts professing some things I forgot about. Whatever he was saying, after he was done talking, he decides to give everyone 51 cents. I literally see this guy take out two quarters and one penny. I have my hand out, and he gives me mine, and I'm wondering what's the point in giving us 51 cents. I look to my left, and I remember seeing another Asian girl with me as well. She's wearing a small pink sweater that had some buttons on it, and she only buttoned the middle portion of it so that the top and bottom section would form an hourglass shape. She's wearing a white shirt as well, along with light khaki long pants. She resembles an Asian girl who was in my Communication Applications (Comm App) class in High School when I was a senior. She has some mascara around her eyes, a round, plump, and pale face, but the contrasts with the mascara and the light clothing (even though darker colors would make her more prominent) was enough for you to focus on her visage instead. She also puts on a puzzled visage like most of us are doing, and is wondering why she's getting 51 cents as well. She looks to the left and then to the right. The employee goes back to do his job, I think, or just disappears completely. I go back to following this random group of people, and it honestly feels like I'm putting blind faith in following these people, because all I see with my peripheral vision are dull colors and random white light shining around here and there. I have no understanding of where I'm going. That's all I remember for that one, I had a crappy night......it's hard trying to sleep early._________________________08.30.2012Asian girl in Pink (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID The doorbell is ringing, and I'm in a different room that has the door closed. My senses spike up a little bit, and I realize I'm half-naked, and I really need to find a shirt. I wanted to wait inside the room with the door closed to hear what's going on other side. One.....two...three....at least three people are coming in, and I feel like it's inevitable that I have to greet myself to them. Seems my father is in the other room with the people, and he calls out my name. Then calls it again, and I tell him that I'm coming. I grab a shirt, though I can't remember what color it was. I open the door a little slow, and the first person I see is that same Asian girl I met in the "51 Cents" dream above. She's wearing a pink outfit, though this time, it seems she has buttoned it a little more so that her breasts covered with the same white shirt would be tugged from the gap that section buttoned created. Not sure if she's doing that so I look at her breasts more... She's resting on a white and comfy sofa that looks very fluffy, but not feathery fluffy (sorry, my descriptions are equivalent of a 3rd grader in the morning). She looks at me, though not on my eyes, just my chest. She gazes on my chest for a while until I get really close to her. I spread my arms out to try and hug her, but she's still sitting on the sofa, so I have to bend down and hug her while she hugs me as well. I didn't ask her name, and I greeted myself to other people. However, the Asian girl was all that I was interested in this dream, so my recall of the other people is horrible. I honestly thought I was shaking hands with random shadow figures or something like that. Sometimes I wonder if the Asian girl from the previous dream was her child self, and then the one to the left of me that looked puzzled in the previous dream was her present teenage/young adult self. Interesting....but will only be just a counterpart to the waking life version. I can't really grasp anything from this dream, or the previous "51 Cents" dream.
Updated 08-30-2012 at 05:07 PM by 47756
I had a dream last night that I was in a tennis court (a real place I had been earlier that night) For some reason I was fighting a girl. I'm not sure who the girl was. She may have been someone I used to work with. I have no previous issues with this person. During the fight I was doing bizzarre things like swinging the girl around by her hair several feet off of the ground. I definitely won the fight which was also strange because usually in my dreams if I am fighting somebody it's as if what I'm doing makes no impact and I lose the fight. I then remember being in a room full of people and somebody started talking about how I won the fight. I felt sorry for the other girl and immediately told the person to talk stop talking about it!
I could not think of a good title for this one it was weird. a little back story first I have always been afraid of any needle that does not have a tattoo artist behind it.I carry an epi pen in case my throat closes from allergies.Yes I really have that bad of allergies but have not used the epipen because its needle is huge and scares the crap out of me,but I carry it everywhere . ok dream time I was at my booth selling my crafts and someone walks into my booth and starts having an allergic reaction to something ,It was a guy but I do not know who.I realized this and he said does anyone have an epi pen I rushed to my bag and pulled mine out and said " well it is old but it should at least help" the guy says well hurry my throats about to close .Crap I think so I ask if anyone else could do this but no one seems to know how but me .I am losing time and know his throat would close soon so I grab the thing and stab him in the leg with it I say sorry a bunch and I rub his leg But his leg doesnt want to take the medicine .I notice whoever this guy is he has really firm legs,It was odd that I noticed that. I woke up I was so happy that was just a dream I am hoping this does not mean I will need to use my epi pen not only are they scarey they are freaking expensive and I would save someones life without thinking about the price but would not be able to replace the one I have
I cannot remember this dream very clearly, but I found it so interesting that I had to document it online. I was dreaming that it was the year 2080, I think, and I visited this company called Gen-Mate. The company charged a heavy price to grow you an artificial Husband/Wife or mate in a cloning vat. I was walking down a long hall lined with high-tech cloning vats. This employee was talking to me about the superiority of the clones; although I cannot remember why I was at the company's facility. "The clones grow at an accelerated rate, then slow to a normal aging rate once they are fully matured. They are as healthy as normal human beings in every way. You can even have sexual intercourse with them and they will produce healthy children." When I to the end of the hall, I made my way into this room with all these doctors. They were discussing the human genome and ways to make their artificial humans healthier. On a computer screen, there was a 3D model of someone's heart, being scanned and displayed. The heart started beating, and the men analyzed it. One of them got really excited when he noticed that he had discovered a small valve that had never been discovered before. Growing off the valve was a small flap of flesh. "That is what is called Jacob's Column. If we could find a way to remove it we could halt the aging process!" The dream told me the entire thing though the back of my head. "Jacob's Column" was a small gland that was in your heart. It grew continuously until it filled your heart and you died, and this was why people died of old age. Me and all of the doctor guys were really excited that we had made such a fascinating discovery. I woke up soon after.
Updated 08-08-2014 at 05:58 PM by 53527
Psychic Energy I'm sitting in the living room, explaining to two of my mom's friends that I feel really frustrated about something. One of them asks me where in my body the frustration is located--where do I feel it most strongly? At first it seems like an absurd question, but then I realize that a lot of the unpleasant feeling seems to be centered right behind my forehead. I tell them as much (using a scientific term like "prefrontal lobe" or "cerebral cortex"), and they take a closer look at my forehead. "Yeah," one of the women says. "There are a lot of wrinkles there." Wrinkles, as in, the lines your face makes when you frown. She means that maybe if I stopped my unconscious frowning, I would start to feel better. I consider this to be pretty deep advice. Frags: Using the Internet and frustrated because the sound suddenly cuts out. But it comes back.Starting from an Egyptian skeleton, a human body is assembled, one organ system at a time.our pet dog
Updated 08-29-2012 at 11:22 PM by 57256 (underline missing)
I was with my ex inside a blue room with furniture of the same gamma. I was still upset at him because he just stopped talking to me when I moved out of the country when he promised we would remain as friends. I, as many dreams before, asked him why he did so which to he just came to me, hugged me and told me he was "young and reckless" as he used to tell me when we were together. I tried to make him let go of me, I didn't want him so near me, but he just pressed me tighter and finally me. After he did so, I didn't resist anymore, I just reciprocated and he, just before I woke up, told me he missed me. __________________________________________________ ________ Ok, this guys is the main reason why I want to start lucid dreaming, so I don't ever see him again. >_> I'd like to remember more... but It's been almost half a day since I woke up.... can't make it before I go to school :<
AWAKE DREAM LUCID DREAM DREAM SIGN NOTES I've got to say, I didn't actually think this dream meant anything at all at the time. But I was reading the entry in my DJ (My actual DJ that is) and I think it says a little something about myself. I'm not sure about the chronology of the two dreams I had last night, I remembered the other one before I remembered this one, but I feel like I dreamed this first. I step out of the passenger seat of my dad's car onto the pavement. I don't see who it is dropping me off. The buildings along the pavement looks like the opposite side of the road to where I have my guitar lessons. But I don't cross the road, I turn around and start walking down the street. After walking a few metres or so, I hear someone calling 'Skiddo!' behind me (Skiddo is my nickname at school, it's sort of a variation of my surname.) I turn around and see one of my female friends from school called Chase, who I was briefly very into, calling me as she gets into my dad's car, through the passenger door I left open. I'm a little confused about why she was calling me and then didn't say anything, so I question reality a little. But I shrug it off and turn around. The road I was walking down is suddenly really crowded with DCs. Everytime I try and go around someone, someone else cuts in front of my path. It's almost as if the DCs are deliberately trying to stop me getting to my destination. I'm not sure if I transitioned into another dream or woke up, but that's the last part of that dream I remember. So, the reason I think this dream is sort of a reflection of myself goes like this: I was opposite the music shop where I have guitar lessons, but I didn't go in. I think this represents me choosing other things over the one thing I'm really passionate about - music. The school friend / crush calling me from behind and then not saying anything. I take this to represent outside distractions putting me off my goals by taking up my attention with meaningless things. Finally, the crowd of DCs trying to stop me walking down the road, and cutting in front of me. Realising that DCs are in fact representations of my own subconscious mind, that meant that I was stopping MYSELF from walking down the road. I think this means that I myself, am stopping myself from achieving my goals. For example, whenever I walked around one DC, another would cut across my new path. This reminds me of me making up new excuses for not meeting potential bandmates, because I was very nervous about meeting new people. I could be wrong about all of this, but I'm considering it kind of a breakthrough.
Updated 08-30-2012 at 10:37 AM by 47875
AWAKE DREAM LUCID DREAM DREAM SIGN NOTES I'm standing in a room facing a door that leads to a hallway and some stairs. I guess the room must be a living room because of some large red chairs to my left, centred around a table and close to an old fashioned TV. To my right, there is a door leading off to another room. I decide to take my clothes off (No idea why) so I just randomly strip naked. I hear someone coming so I run into the room to my left (I've gotten into the habit of questioning reality whenever I pass through a door when I'm awake, so my subconscious kind of failed me here...) The room is mostly empty, with a bare concrete floor and no decoration. It looks like building work is still going on in this room. On the wall to my left there are some coats on pegs, and on the wall opposite me there is a door leading outside, and a rusty sink under a window. The wall to my right is mostly bare. I can hear someone following me, and panic a little (Strange, my dreams are always very vivid, the only thing my mind usually gets wrong is that I'm emotionally indifferant to everything... Panic is rare in my dreams.) I notice a door on the same wall as the door I just came through. It is partially concealed by coats, so I decide to hide there. I run to the door and pull it open, it turns out to be a closet. A strange blue glow is emitted from quite a large source, it looks sort of like a night light. Other than the light, the closet is filled with brooms and tools. I close the door behind me but someone grabs the door from the other side just before it closes. I quickly cover myself with a black towel (Can't remember if I had this for the whole dream, or if it just appeared in my hand.) The door is pulled open and I see my younger brother on the other side. He looks at me with a strange expression, almost like how you would look at a child who had done something wrong. He then leads me back towards the living room. My 3:00AM alarm wakes me up, telling me to attempt a WILD.
Updated 08-30-2012 at 10:36 AM by 47875
I was crawling and jumping across buildings, running away from PW. It was not like a threat, it was more of a game. She was wearing a cape and a gown, all black. I was walking through a parking lot with my old care taker, she told me to stop ignoring people's texts and calls... it is very rude. I was in a classroom sitting next to a guy. He had drawings of Lady Gaga in front of him, they were all the same drawings but different in designs. I was surprised because I drew the original picture before! His drawings were so much better, they were perfect. He drew one picture using tiny boxes but the result was still a very lifelike Gaga. He had another drawing, it was two people holding hands. I was at a Chinese restaurant. I was sitting with my future family in law. The whole restaurant was reserved for the relatives on my fiancé's side. I didn't know anyone, not even my fiancé but he was really friendly and nice when I met him. I was suppose to leave a good impression but I didn't know how to. So I was quiet the whole time and smiled as much as possible. In the end, it probably didn't work out cause I was at a street with a lot of tiny boutiques, ready to return my dress. Each boutique had polished wooden interior and soft lighting. Each one of them have a dressing room and few dresses on display separately behind glass. I was walking down the street and saw a girl and her mother going in to the boutique that I just left. I went back in later and saw a baggy shirt on a hanger in the dressing room. The shirt had the same pattern/design as my dress, so I thought the dress must be in here somewhere. All I found were more of the same shirts. 08/29/2012 11PM - 9AM
Updated 08-29-2012 at 07:20 PM by 56365
08-16-2012 -- Am traveling with a mentor along paths in a medieval time-period, except it takes place in Buena Park. I am half Harry Potter traveling with Dumbledore, and half Garion traveling with Old Wolf. We're hiking down a wooden path where two trails merge, except it is where Manchester Blvd merges with Orangethorpe. One of our horses wanders off to return to where it came from, and I am kind of mad because "I could have ridden that." Except I am already riding a horse, and my mentor doesn't actually need one. Suddenly we're walking down Crescent Avenue, except it still has that medieval feel to it. I'm heading toward Marshall, but walking on the other side of the street than usual, and I keep running into people who want to befriend me or offer me help. I have no idea why, but it seems like I have a talent for recognizing those who can help me. Around the area of the nursery, I run into a Robin Hood type who I wrote down becomes important later on. Since I never mention him again, I don't see how that can be. I soon reach the apartments across the street from the school, and cross over to Marshall. I have somehow been turned into a woman, and am wearing a dress with a ridiculously high slit in the front of it, with three sets of holes, and only one combination lock to fasten one of the sets of holes together. I try to use the lock on the middle hole, but the dress then gapes open above the lock, and shows off everything that I've got. So I have to use it on the top-most set of holes, and that still leaves the slit way too high and revealing. The teachers are not going to like this.
08-16-2012 -- [Three dreams from this night, since I have entered one, I am going to enter all three. Though this one I may not have woken well enough to fully write down, because I can't make the greatest of sense out of it.] There are hints of the Doctor and Amy Pond, though I can't remember any actual details with them (guess what I watched 6 episodes of, right before going to sleep?) I seem to be doing some kind of mystery shopping rounds that involve aliens that are swelling up like some odd sort of balloons. I have to take them to two specific places, and then they start to deflate and become safe. These two places, one is a fair distance to the north, the second is a fair bit to the south, and it overall feels like some of the BankAtlantic bank routes that I still dream of mystery shopping. Soon I choose a new second stop, one that is to the south, but much closer. Because I had been going much further south, after I make my second stop I head further south, rather than north, like I should have, and I soon find myself looking for a place to turn around. I try to turn around at a toll road on-ramp, and though I have not passed through the toll booth or gotten on the toll road, they charge me a $3 toll anyway. I am upset about this. The toll collector looks like the head vampire from the Doctor Who episode the Vampires of Venice, and she is listening to the radio which seems to be playing Randy Stonehill's "Who Will Save the Children" which she doesn't like because she doesn't like any music from the 70s. I go back to my car and try to turn around, and unfortunately I hit the curb. This really badly mangles both of my back tires, but they are holding together and still somehow retaining their air, so I drive off. It is Sunday, and a holiday, and I am really hoping they continue to hold together, because there is no way I can get them replaced today. I think this while driving through a closed automotive garage.
August 29, 2012 I am in the LRT or MRT. I am checking Facebook. I'm 35th in rank on Facebook. I think it's because I upload a lot of stuff. I see my latest upload of photos. Three were photos of high school classmates. They're not very clear. They look old. Yellowish color. One of the people there is my high school crush, M. In the photos, he doesn't have any pants, but his shirt was long enough and covers his private areas. He was standing on the right side of the photos, and the others, our high school classmates, are on the left side. I think there were at least three others who are fully clothed. I remember a bluish color shirt. They seem to be making fun of him. I feel that he doesn't mind, and also seems to think it's funny. I am lying face down on the bed. There is something heavy on my upper left back. I am almost lucid as I become aware of the bed. I look and see a guy. Color theme is white. We talk, but topic is blurry. He looks Asian. He lies on his back after a while. He's skinny. His stomach showed. I bite it gently. I am looking at my face in the mirror. My hair is shorter, and my mustache and short beard are gone. I think it makes me look fat. NOTE: M did come to mind when I did LaBerge's Guided Reality Test. Focused on high school as well. I also listened to Dream Lotus and Flame Tech, but not immediately before sleep. No candles nor incense.
08-20-2012 -- As always, much more to the beginning than I can remember. First bit I can really remember, I am wandering streets in either England, or perhaps Rancho Palos Verdes, areas that I have dreamed of before. Slowly it is changing to the streets around the Pageant house, instead. I stop to talk to a little old lady, but can't remember what we talked about. I am starting to look for the exit to the housing tract. As I am exiting, there are hints of La Palma and Magnolia, but much more of Sand Lake in the Doctor Phillips area. Approaching Turkey Lake Road and heading east, I find myself passing a combination gas station, Wendy's and Chick-Fil-A, and the place has been closed down. I assume that is because there is another one right across the street where the 7-Eleven used to be. I think I am on a bike at this point, and am waiting for the light to cross from the NW corner to the SW corner. Right when the light changes, there is a fire truck coming through, so I have to wait a few more moments. My bike and a bunch of cars end up in the middle of the intersection when the light changes, and everybody heading the other way just goes anyway, swerving around us. What a circus. The light changes again, and we complete our turn and pull under the freeway overpass before we are stuck in traffic again. Somehow I am helping somebody deliver packages (they seem to be from Damark) to cars while they wait in the traffic. One of the other people delivering stuff seems to be very rude and unfriendly, and some of the people who were originally willing to accept the deliveries are now refusing because he ticks them off. One of the items being delivered is a strange, rolled out Santa head decoration that comes unrolled, and I have to try and get it rolled up properly again. A few minutes later I am meeting somebody outside a sandwich shop that is part of a hotel (on International Drive?) I had agreed to send out some notices about package deliveries, but I forgot, and it is now too late to deliver some of them. But for the rest, the owner and I take to the streets to try and convince more of the people to accept their deliveries once again.
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