non-lucid

Lots of water dreams last night, an indication of how stressed out I am right now. Water is usually a comforting element for me, though it may not seem like it the way it's portrayed in these dreams lol.

Dream One (Fragment): I'm in a trailer that I think is supposed to belong to an aunt. It doesn't actually look like any trailer I've ever been in though. It's storming, I can see the rain and lightening in the dark outside the windows. I think that at some point me and whoever was there with me were throwing pokemon balls to have a pokemon battle or something. My aunt calls me, and at some point I leave and I see the trailer from a car window. It's daylight then, and the trailer is white with a gravel driveway and very well kept law and flower bed.

Dream Two (Fragment): I'm in a store that had a lot of wood and fancy lighting giving it a golden upscale feel. I'm looking in a glass case at a kit that you buy that will allow you to make your own cream and fruit filled chocolates.

Dream Three: I'm in a restaurant with my best friend, whom I am actually not speaking to right now in waking life. We're sitting down at a table and we've ordered our food but it's going to be a while before it will be ready. There's a girl we both sort of knew in highschool with us, as well as my kids. My kids are getting restless and I am uncomfortable so I decide to take them outside to play while we wait on the food. my best friend, Ambies, decides to come with us even though I don't want her too. I'm too nice to tell her as much though and just bear with it. Outside my kids start drawing with chalk on the sidewalk and I notice that we are at the beach. An ex boyfriend walks by heading in the restaurant, but I ignore him and am relieved he didn't seem to notice and recognize me as I am uncomfortable around him. After a bit, I decide we should go inside to see if our food is ready yet. Inside, I notice that my ex is seated at a table near ours, but am happy to see that where he's sitting my back will be to him so he can't see my face and my hair is very different from when we dated and I doubt he'd recognize me from behind. I sit down, and suddenly he's walking over to our table. He ignores me though, and instead leans over the table with arms and elbows laid out across it and he's talking to my best friend about fixing something. I feel angry because I'm being completely ignored and she's getting the attention that I excepted to get from someone I know. Not that I expected positive attention, I had been expecting him to be an ass, but I still expected some sort of reaction, not being ignored -_-

Dream Four: I am riding in a car with my husband and kids and my mother. We're at the beach, and the lighting is bad, like it's not quite dark or it's very cloudy and overcast. There's water everywhere, everything is flooded. I find it beautiful to see the water rushing over fences and streets and such. My mom is talking about how she can't get to her house because the driveway is flooded. Somehow my car becomes and SUV though and we drive through the flood to her house. Inside her house she's freaking out over needing to get her dogs out of here and to a place where she can get to them to feed them everyday. I walk into the kitchen with her and help her get her dogs out of the kitchen, then I notice a cage with a lizard in it. The lizard is hissing at me, and I notice there's a net around the cage, and a potted plant near the cage is growing up and through the net. I walk out of the room and find my husband in the living room with my mom and an animal control officer. My mom is thanking the animal control lady for helping her rescue her dogs, and then saying that my husband and I will help pay have the cost of their services. My husband agrees and goes along with it, but I'm mad because we're the ones who rescued the dogs not animal control and even if they had been the rescuers, I feel like it's moms responsibility to pay it. Then my husband hasn't got any cash and we're freaking out because we don't know how to pay our "share" that my husband agreed to when we have no money. I wake up.

Tight-Rope

A large group of students slowly makes its way across campus, myself among them. I wish we were moving faster, but my heavy backpack makes it difficult for me to pass anyone. Fortunately, when we reach the courtyard outside of our destination building, a lot of the group stops to socialize--they're not actually committed enough to go all the way up to the destination room. I'm able to pull in front and lead the dozen or so of us who are left.

As we start ascending the stairs, I realize that I don't remember which floor we're going to. It's been a while since this group last met, you see. I ask the people behind me, but they don't remember, either. On a landing halfway between the fourth and fifth floors, the stairs stop, and we'll have to ascend the rest of the way on a tight-rope, with just one other rope at about chest height to hold onto. Then I remember that our floor is the first possible floor above this point. But it's not the fifth floor, because there's a message printed along the bottom of the wall up there that says something like "This is a false door." So we won't be able to go through that one. That means we have a floor and a half of tight-rope walking to do, which is a bit scary but not impossible.

I head out onto the rope, and the group follows me. Halfway to the fifth floor, the girl behind me slips, screams, and throws her arms around me from behind to catch onto the rope in front of me. Her feet are dangling in midair. I just try to hold on as solidly as possible so she can depend upon me for support. She sounds very scared, so I also try to reassure her that it's not very far to the sixth floor, and I start to walk her through getting her feet back under herself. She gets her feet back on the rope, but she needs to get her hands back behind me as well in order for us to advance. I tell her to do it one arm at a time, but it turns out that we're actually holding onto a vertical rope which I'll first need to move behind my own body. So I have to do some balancing of my own, but eventually we manage it and continue on up.

Starting at the fifth floor, there's a four-inch-wide strip of wood running along the walls that we can use to stand on, rather than standing on the tight-rope. It's much easier that way, and without further incident, we arrive in the room on the sixth floor. A couple of old women are waiting for us inside.

Orange Soda

When I open my locker at the gym, I'm surprised to find it stuffed full of soda pop and food. I remember I left that stuff in there a while ago, and since this is only about the second time I've used my gym locker this term, I guess I haven't had time to remove it yet, or even had a chance to remember that it was there. In any case, it's time to start taking this stuff home. My backpack can't fit it all at once, so this will take at least three visits: one for the orange soda, one for the root beer, and one for all the food. In addition to the orange soda, this time I also pack my dream journal. I'm a bit confused that it's there--I've been using it recently, haven't I?--until I remember that I've been carting it back and forth daily using my gym bag. It's high time I took it home permanently.

Suddenly I look around to discover that all of the lights are off. I've been here so long that by now it's after hours and all of the employees are gone. Part of me thinks that this is cool, but another part wonders if an axe murderer hasn't also sneaked in after hours to kill me on my way out the door.

I make it back to my house and announce to Mom that I've brought home a lot of orange soda. We both sit around the coffee table and I start taking it out. The first one I remove is open and half empty. "I forgot some of them were open!" I say. I really hope I haven't spilled soda all over my school things. "I guess all of them were open," I observe, as I take out the rest of the cans. There are several wet spots on my binder from spilled soda, but none larger than a dime.

Under Construction

Taking a shortcut through the math department, I see a giant pile of dirt in one of the hallways. Apparently part of the building is under construction. I follow Prof. S up and down a short staircase that goes around the dirt. Prof. S walks into a classroom. I'm curious what he's doing this late in the evening, so I peek in the windows. It looks like there are a lot of professors and older students in the room--must be some kind of advanced seminar. I decide it's time to get moving again.

08-25-2012 -- [Man, the dreams have been great, recently. And several connected to the dream before, as well. This one was shorter and sweeter, from the two or three hours I slept after waking from the first one of the night and writing it down.]

I am in a high school classroom, and it feels like after lunch, just a couple of periods to go in the day. I have a full schedule of six classes, but for this fifth one, the teacher is out for the day, but instead of one sub, we seem to have three, wandering in and out of the classroom.

I go to take my seat, near the left side of the classroom, toward the front, and find the girl at the desk behind me has a ton of stuff spread everywhere, and in my way. I start picking up some of her stuff and moving it neatly under her desk, instead of spread out over mine, so I can sit down. A couple of the other students are asking me why I insist on sitting there, anyway. I have no idea why, it is just where I always sit.

One sub is an earnest sort of guy, vaguely interesting. Another is kind of like Mr. Ingrassi, and is thought of as mean and unfriendly. [Though I personally found Ingrassi to be a great guy. When he subbed in one of my classes back in Junior High and someone peeled up a piece of worn floor tile and chucked it at the back of my head, he told the guy off, sent me to the nurse, and we became friends.] The third, I was shocked to find out, was Jennifer from the Adventurers Club.

Suddenly she is in the room, talking to us about WW II, and relating a great personal anecdote, except I know she is nowhere near old enough to have a personal story from that war. All the students like her, but after class ends, I overhear her talking to a woman about how uncomfortable she is, and how she is not ready for this yet. The woman reminds her she was warned at the meeting in the Adventurers Club (in the dream Murder at the Adventurers Club, which should be the one above this in my dream journal) that she could be thrown in front of a class this quickly, if they needed her. I am amazed with how nervous she was that it didn't show, but after all, she is an actress.

Anyway, I head back to the classroom for the sixth class of the day, and it is the same classroom, and another substitute. Some of the other students are worried that Jennifer disappeared, and are asking about her, and the sub tells them not to worry about things that are not their concern. Not helpful at all. I tell them she is fine, but is barely getting started on her teaching career.

The teacher is disappointed about how dirty the classroom is, and is assigning chores for us to clean the place up. He assigns six or seven other students to other tasks before he tells me to weed the floor. I glance down, and there are indeed tufts of weed pushing through the tile floor here and there. As I bend down to start pulling weeds, and he assigns another student to walk the class dog, Roxie and Patches come running up to me and barking and licking me.

I think fast, and figure with a sub I can make an excuse about the dogs being friends of the class dog, but in truth I have no idea why they are here. I grab them both by their collars and start to drag them from the room, and the sub tells me he would normally be upset, but the teacher had left a note about dogs in the classroom. I say nothing, but know these dogs were not the ones the note was about.

My first thought was to stick the dogs in my car until this last class finished and I could drive them home, but I realize even with the window cracked, I can't do that to them in this heat. I am approaching the car, which at first seems to be my Galant, but both the truck and the hood are open, and I am afraid somebody has broken in and robbed me. I also wonder if the dogs snuck into the car, and somebody breaking in is how they got to the school in the first place.

But as I get closer to the car it is becoming larger and larger until it is about the size of a mobile home, and I find a bunch of people inside. It is filled with the various people who are always visiting at Rosemary's house, all the folks who annoy me so much. The air is running full blast, and they are playing some sort of odd football game inside my new vehicle! I find out the dogs had accompanied Shannon or the oldish, white haired guy, and then went running out to find me when they opened the doors to have more room for the game.

It seems they helped bring the vehicle here, and saw no reason they couldn't stay and play games in it while I finished my last class of the day. I don't like it, and feel they are wasting my gas running the air so much with all the doors open, but I am willing to put up with it for one day, since they did help bring it here. But when they indicate that they plan to be 'camping out' in it everyday, and one heavy black girl starts yelling about how I am so selfish in one of those hood-style fashions, I have had enough, and order them all out. Talk about taking things too far! I push them out and start back across the street to the classroom.

I never manage to get there. As I approach the corner (I'm kitty-corner across from the classroom) one of those crane-like vehicles with the basket for changing street lights and such comes rolling by. It is getting very dark, its lights aren't on, and it seems somehow it has come to life, and is trying to run people down.

I'm not too worried or excited, but I do have to make my way through the now panicking crowds across the first street (classroom is on the NE corner, I started on the SW corner, and first crossed to the NW corner). Before I can move across to the second street I am approached by a nicely dressed young guy who seems quite conservative in dress. I bump into him, and somehow knock off a hat or controlling wig, and suddenly he has waist-length hair hanging down his back. I now recognize him as Maddie's boyfriend from Facebook, and somehow he was trapped into being something he was not, and by releasing his hair I have freed him to be himself again. He is very happy.

[I have no problem with guys with long hair, and don't think there is anything wrong with it, but you have to admit that in current times such long hair is not considered a conservative trait. No idea where that part of the dream came from.]

I only remember two short, not very detailed dreams from last night. Blah.

DREAM #1:

I’m in a train station. I think I’m trying to figure out what train I’m supposed to be on but I can’t figure it out. Or I miss the train. Something along those lines. This isn’t the first time I’ve had a dream about missing a train, being on the wrong train, etc.

DREAM #2:

I’m at a grocery store, and I’m trying to buy my groceries. I’m trying to use my debit card to pay for my groceries, but I find out I don’t have enough money on it. I have a separate ATM card for my savings account, and for some reason I think I can use that to pay, but I can’t. I feel disappointed and realize I’ll have to put back all the groceries I was going to buy.

I don't remember my first dream from last night too well. I remember playing tennis, though.

In the next dream, I was at Earth Camp, and we were playing some weird game outside. One girl accidentally touched some poison ivy (which actually did look exactly the same as IWL), so I instructed her to go inside, not to touch anything with that hand (for the sake of being careful), and go wash her hands thoroughly with soap and water (if you happen to touch poison ivy, you have roughly ten minutes before it gets absorbed into your skin; you can wash it off before then and not get affected at all).

After waking up in the morning, having plenty of time to sleep in, I soon drifted back to sleep. I saw an image of a landscape (on a computer screen, I think) with hills and mountains. I then looked down at the similar landscape beneath it. I switched my attention from one to the other a few times before realizing the bottom one was actually underwater.

Suddenly, I was there, as a mermaid. I looked around. The scene was breathtaking. Off in the distance, I could see the city of Atlantis. It was amazing!

I kind of followed the other mermaids. During the summer, we could swim around in the ocean wherever we pleased. Winter was coming, though, which meant it was time for us to all return to Atlantis.

Now, I wish I'd become lucid by that point, because that part was probably one of the most amazing dreams I've ever had. Once we started heading back to Atlantis, though, it just got weird.

A dolphin started chasing us, trying to eat us. This soon led to what was almost like a game; I was then trying to get the attention of a nearby shark (which seemed to take no interest in me whatsoever), so I could lure it towards the dolphin and get away.

When I finally got past the dolphin (without the help of the shark), it turned into a video game that I was now playing (2D, 32-bit graphics - think GBA game). There were now a TON of enemies I had to avoid. I did good for awhile, but then one of them got me.

Instead of losing a life or getting a game over, there was dialogue explaining that it was all a dream which was now ending. I don't remember specifically what it said, though I do remember the words, "This is a dream. It is time for you to wake up now." Of course, I interpreted this is that part of the game having been a dream in-game, not even thinking that I could have been dreaming, too.

The next part seemed like more than just "waking up", as it transitioned to an entirely different game. I was now playing Spirit Tracks. I was in Aboda Village, which, for some reason, was in the northwestern corner of the Forest Realm. I only had the engine of the Spirit Train, so I had to go find and collect the other three train cars. Fortunately, they were pretty easy to find; I just had to head east and go in a straight line.

After finding all the train cars, I decided to stop at the nearest station, which happened to be at Castle Town. Unlike Aboda Village, Castle Town was in roughly the correct place. There was a woman there who wanted me to take her somewhere new. That was the last thing I remember before waking up.

I looked at the clock and saw that only around five or ten minutes had passed. This was kind of surprising, as that dream felt like it was AT LEAST a solid half-hour.

I drifted off to sleep again and had a dream in which I was looking at questions on a math exam I had to take. It seemed really easy. I don't remember the questions now, though, except for one: "Count to your favourite number."

After waking up from that and going back to sleep yet again, I had another dream about playing Spirit Tracks. This time, I went to a house that supposedly had no one living there; there were supposedly just cats and puppets. Except... there actually was someone there. He was an Arabic man with a French accent. He asked me various odd questions about someone I'd apparently taken to the Tower of Spirits.

Suddenly, I'd somehow activated some multiplayer feature, which brought up a list of nearby players. The list was ridiculously long - surely there weren't THAT many people playing the SAME game right now, and in wireless range! Well, apparently, there were.

That's when I suddenly remembered two important things. One, I wasn't supposed to be playing any video games, since it was morning and I hadn't become lucid that night (part of my reward system for LDing), and, two, I should type up my latest DJ entry before doing anything fun. With the intention of updating my dream journal, I shut off the game, causing me to abruptly wake up.

Dream - Lucid

Finally, some good recall again!

I was with Jake. I can't quite remember where.

Then, I was sitting at my desk putting a baggie with a tiny piece of a marijuana bud in it in an envelope for my friend, Grace (who doesn't smoke in waking life). I was going to mail it to her. I felt like I had mailed marijuana before and it wasn't a big problem (yeah, I'm not dumb enough to do this in waking life).

I then was walking through what was supposed to be a high school or something. I was still with Jake. I then saw my reflection in something we walked past, not a mirror but a very reflective surface, and I looked quite a bit different. My hair was short and straight and styled in a bouffant fashion. I was wearing a short skirt, red I think, but I don't remember what kind of top I was wearing. I looked at it for a second as we walked by.

I again saw my reflection, and it looked the same as before, bouffant hairdo and all.

Then, we were walking through a garage, still at the school apparently, and I was smoking a cigarette. As we walked up the stairs to the door to exit the garage, I flicked the butt behind me, not watching where it landed. My dad was then walking with me, and commented on the stink of the cigarettes (apparently lots of people smoked here).

~

I was going to Jake's. I went into his apartment, and immediately thought that the locks had been changed for the new roommates moving in, and I didn't have the new key. Oh well.

I walked through the apartment, which looked much different than in waking life. I remember walking past a cabinet with these two new, gold locks on it. On the living room couch were his two new roommates, two college guys. I remember one having a very short black mohawk and being shirtless. I don't remember what they were doing, I think they were just drinking soda or something. They didn't even seem to notice as I walked in.

I then went to Jake's room. It was super messy, and he was sleeping on what looked like a cot in the middle of the mess, kind of close to the door. I woke him up and said something about his new roommates.

~

There are some fragments that I can't really place.

One, I was watching something on TV in my room with my mom, when the bouffant girl that was supposed to be me in the last dream came on TV. I got excited and told her about the dream. She smiled and got excited too (lol she wouldn't get excited in waking life).

Another was of me driving topless. I felt exposed. Why the hell was I driving topless?

I then remember something about seeing my old cat, Pounce, or at least a cat that looked just like her. This triggered lucidity, and I looked at my hands to stabalize, but I immediately lost it and went into a non-lucid dream.

~

I got a text from my pen pal, Gabriel, whom in waking life I've never met in person, and who lives in another state. It said
"Wanna get a drink?"
I hadn't realized he had texted me; it had been about 30-45 minutes since he had asked me. I got really excited and I told him yes, but he didn't answer right away. It was kinda late too, like 8:30pm or so.

So I got online and ordered some ticket to some bar in Franklin, the town he lived in in the dream. I then somehow had the small white ticket. It looked like a ticket to a movie.

I was then in the kitchen at my house, My mom was then telling me how she wanted me to help her with something. I told her I wasn't going to be coming home that night. She asked why, and I said I was going to go get a drink.

I realized that he never answered my text. I then called him, and he picked up on the first ring. I was a little nervous about talking to him.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"I do want to get a drink."
That's about all I remember of the conversation, though I'm sure there was more. I felt more at ease as we talked. His voice was soft and deep; comforting.
I think he texted me his address.

I then left. It was dark, obviously, since it was late. I only had about an hour and a half to drive (only 30 min. away in waking life).

I was then at his place. We went into his room, and he was talking to me as he went through some stuff on his bed. He had already bought this six pack of hard lemonade-type drinks. So I guess we were drinking at his place. His apartment seemed a little messy, but it wasn't bad. He had short black hair, looked youthful, and was a little shorter than the average guy. He actually would later in the dream remind me of someone I'm acquainted with in waking life, Tony.

I sat down at a desk chair, and we started on our hard lemonades. We were talking, having a good time, feeling each other out since we'd never actually met in person. I was a little skeptical just because I felt like I kinda rushed into getting drinks with him, but he seemed gentle, nice, and genuine.

At one point we were talking about the lemonades. He was already on his second, and I was still on my first, though it was almost gone.

I then fell asleep. I woke up, and didn't see Gabriel. I went to the bag the six pack was in, but all the lemonades were gone. I guess I had been out long enough for Gabriel to drink the rest.

My mom then came in and did or said something, I can't remember, but I thought it was insane that she even knew where I was, that she even knew his address. Weird.

Then, Gabriel came back in with a bunch more booze. He pulled out amber liquor and beer, which was the same color. I started to open one up, but realized it was liquor, so I started to open up another, smaller bottle instead. I actually wasn't sure if it was liquor or beer or something else altogether, but I poured it into a glass and started to drink it. The flavor wasn't bad, though it tasted muted for some reason. I could taste the slight bitterness, but it was fine.

Then, we were talking again, I think I mentioned something about my mom coming over. I was a little tipsy, but mostly I think I was just tired. Gabriel started talking to some of his friends, whom I think were supposed to be his band. They were looking at instruments that were in what now seemed to be a mixture of Gabriel's place and a music store. This is the part where I really thought he looked like Tony. He made hand gesture to his mouth to tell the guys we were drinking. The next thing I remember, they were gone.

At some point, I noticed his bed. It was a queen with old, dusty, worn-looking white bedding. I thought it would be perfect to share with him.

I then took too big a sip of my alcohol. I let it sit in my mouth for a second, afraid to swallow cause I didn't want to puke, but sucked it up and did it anyway. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it was just fine.

I feel like my mom was there again. Someone was, anyway, and I was laying on my stomach on a bed or something. Gabriel then put his hand on my back. A big smile painted my face. His touch was so gentle and soft. I trusted him a lot more then.

Finally, Gabriel said he was going to go to bed. I asked him if he wanted me to stay or go.
"Ummm..." He was thinking.

I then was woken up to hearing my neighbor call their dog.
"Sawyer!!!"

Oddly, in the last dream, I think part of me knew it was a dream. I didn't want to wake up, and I remember looking at my hands trying to keep the dream, but I wasn't actively lucid. It was just "in the back of my head" or something. I dunno. Either way, I'm not going to classify it as lucid.

1:03 a.m. Candle, reverse day, subliminal audio 1.0 by ninja.

Incubation: How to lucid dream?

Around 7:30 a.m. Dream:

Bathroom. Me. A towel. A woman. A guy with a mask. He asks her where his parents/fiance are/is. She said something. She only has one parent?

An enemy falls. A futuristic place. I'm standing on a platform of sorts. Did I push him? Gods wagering. A demon god with a sword. My subordinate (female) attacked the demon god and stole the sword. She then passed it to me. The demon god attacked me. I blocked with the sword, holding it with two hands. The demon god used a spear, and with only one hand. He's strong/I'm weak.

An office. Claybar? Comfort room. Trying to avoid. A car? Katipunan.

NOTE: Not feeling well since last night. LIstened to audio isotropic/something. Reverse day recall.

My article. Online. It shows owned by someone else. I woke up with almost no recall of dream.

NOTE: lemon incense. Candle. Subliminal 1.0. M3x.

8:14 a.m.

1: underwater zoo. Everything's wet. Slide. Animals. Marine life. Friends. Felt homely. "Leave my love alone." Dark. Afternoon.

2: A train station. Dark. Abandoned train station. Walking. A train is about to pass. Crossed. There's another train on the other side. A friend fell. Thought he was stuck. He was not. Relieved. He shouted RUN. We did, but why? He said go upstairs. Why? Won't we be trapped there? Why not down? There seems to be light outside. Upstairs. Dark. There were dolls. Or hanged people. Decoration. Torture chamber? Parallel. I stayed behind. The two went up. The train's light disintegrates flesh. I'm a robot. I am fine. The people in the train asked me what my program was. Stay at home. Look for job. The two upstairs watched from the dark. They're safe.

NOTE: Used subliminal audio 1 by ninja in DV. Jasmine tea before sleep. Reverse day recall.

Dream:

Dark. Lightning. People fighting. Super powers. A small child with super strength. A giant cross. Night. Fighitng another being with a giant cross. "I" threw the giant cross at him. After fight. Dad stays behind. "I" was unconscious for a few days. The strong woman. is there.

Walking. Night. LRT station. Morning. Walking down the street. A school. Roman type. Architecture. Some people. Formal clothing. Yellow. Golden. Inside building. A guy in tux. Looks lost.

School. Bus. trip. Victorias. flood. I'm completely naked. I didn't mind, but the people might freak out. Checked my bag for clothes. Just some underwear. Going home. Bus. Balintawak.

I'm a tour guide with a few other people. Toured a Japanese group. Lost in mall. Guard asked for bribe to tell us the place where we're supposed to go. Stared at him. He withdrew. Found the place. 8889. Orphans. Farmer.

Magic battle. A dragon trapped in volcano. A staff that erases mountains. Negros. Manapla. Number of cities.

Talisman making. House.

2:14 a.m. Listened to subliminal audio hours before bed. LaBerge #6 doesn't seem to help with LD.

Dream:

Some sort of military base. Entrance. Others. Some don't care.
An ice floe. A small entity. Calling out for another entity. Mi? Mic? A small female entity went out. She knows me or the other character. She jumped happily seeing me. She knows me. white blond hair. Lithe.

Dorm. Animals. People. Hazy. Forgot most. Travel. Going somewhere.