non-lucid

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

I get engaged to two people. The first person is a man. He really wants me to try being gay and I think I kiss him. I really care for him but I quickly realize that I am not gay and I really want kids. I feel horrible but I have to find a way to break it off. I am also engaged to my current wife. I am about to try going along with both engagements but I realize that I can't be married to two people at once (legally). I feel a ton of pressure. I set up presentations and book conference rooms at work to present how I met both people. My coworkers voted on who I should be with and the unanimously voted for my wife.

Dream 2:

I am pitching and locating my fastball very well. My slider is OK too although a few went into the dirt. I strike out the first batter with FB (strike), Slider (ball), Slider (ball), FB (strike), Slider (strike). The next batter (some kid with a bitchy mom) was complaining that I am pitching from too close. I explain that I start my windup with my foot on the rubber and my stride can be as long as I want but the mom was being a bitch.

so i got 3 very short fragments

1 green eyed baby named A - I got this from a book. Literally the letter A was the name. The darker one was G i think.

Sis was entering my apt.

I was eating ravioli

I was taller than Jb

wish I could remember more

1
Traveled down the road only in my dreams. Met a Japanese chef at his house. He was teaching me and another how to cook japanese food. I was trying to slice a cucumber but fed it up. He was from DV. I dont remember his name. We talked about stuff. My life. I told him about college and how my stress ful marriage madr it hard. I look oveg snd notice my daughters hoping they did here. I am at my house. He IS DONE talking now and falz asleep. Alysha walks in being loud. "Who is that LEONARD?"
"Shh he can hear you." Then I mouth the words "He cooks Japanese."
"For us?"
"No. He's teaching me."
"Hes the bird avatar on dream views."
"no that's OpheliaBlue."

2
I am playing virtual reality baseball online with some kid. I am trying to set it up on a holographic menu. I see Jeff J. from work walk by.

3
I am playing video game at walmart. We in a laying down thing side bye side with other people. Some guy gets mad and I tell him off.

4
A fragment about looking as a giant projection of sunspots.

5 We were being attacke my a giant half horsefly half cricket. Then some salesman comes and talks to my dad. My dad said he wont buy anything. I tell my mom he will and she agrees with me.

6 I am like Indiana Jones. I am exlporing an acient structure. I climb outside and see a engraving with my name on it. Almost lucid but I get distracted. There is a guy coming and I slip back inside. He wants to take what I found. I punch him in the face and run. We are at new location. We get clues by listening to Country Gospel tapes.

7 A fragment about going to a concert. It is crowed and I am looking for my wife. Some people are dancing back and forth.

8 Miley Cyrus is the tangled chick. She is singing about love. I am in my kitchen and I tell her to stop because I will cry.

9 I am at my ex in laws. I am working for him and I am pissed about something.

10. I am at a piano bar and there is a guy in a tux singing. I have a fancy white ark of the covenant next to me. I hire Mexican men to steal the top off. The singer is freaking out about someone stealing his tux.

11. I am getting ready for work but I have long thick blonde hair just like my older daughter. I look in the mirror and I look just like her. I try to put my hair in a pony and think I don't look so much like her. I want to shave my head but I am running late.

I was walking in some backallyish area in my boxers, reflecting on waking life issues. The town's geography was warped so that the school was behind me even though It wouldn't be normally. The area was fairly populated, but I wasn't embarrassed in the slightest.

I woke up fairly early this morning, so I went back to sleep. I soon found myself taking a shower but realized I didn't know how I'd gotten there, as I'd been in bed a moment ago and hadn't gotten up yet. Immediately upon realizing this, my vision faded to black, and I could feel myself back in my bed. I could still hear the shower, though (which led my clearly-not-yet-awake mind to formulate some crazy theory about how sounds in dreams are formed, though I can't remember it now).

I opened my eyes, and the shower noise stopped, leaving my ears ringing for a few moments.

Having just woken up, I decided to check the time. In place of my clock, however, was an advertisement for a site called lucidkids.com, advertising their "memory games to play before you wake". Despite missing this obvious hint, I decided to visit the website anyway. Conveniently, my laptop was right there on my bed. However, I woke up (for real this time) before I had a chance to get to the site.

So... this is my first entry and it's a nightmare which kind of sucks. Let me first of start by saying I am not normally afraid of bugs so this was strange.


I was sitting in class while the teacher was giving a lesson and i was trying to listen but my body was getting really itchy. I started to scratch my arms and when i looks down i had HUGE hives covering my arms. I started to freak out and try to yell at the teacher and everyone around me but no one could here me. I tried to get up out of my chair but it was like i was glued down. The hives on my arms started to shift around and all i could do was scratch them. Then one hive on my thigh ripped open and a huge black beetle came out of it. One after one each hive popped and i started to get covered in these strange beetles. After every hive on my body ripped open i was totally covered up and all i could see, smell, and feel where the beetles. They started to pry open my mouth and crawl inside. after about 5 bugs entered my mouth i woke up.

Not much to report today. When I woke up this morning, I couldn't remember any dreams. I went back to sleep for about an hour ... I think I had a brief dream in which I was watching "Dance Moms" (which I'd watched the night before, before I'd gone to sleep). And some of the moms were complaining about some weird screeching noise that one of the other moms kept making, or something. Very hazy, don't remember much of it ...

I'm driving circuits around CW's house in my own car. Eventually I get bored and decide to go grocery shopping, and enter the store with a huge cart. Shortly afterward, however, I realize I've forgotten my wallet, and I curse and make a big scene. On my way out of the store, I get attacked by a bald eagle that someone from the zoo has been showing off. I distract it by throwing it another bald eagle corpse I happen to have on my person and get into my car with seconds to spare. I see there's a peacock feather and a bald eagle feather on my floorboards, and I don't remember putting them there. As I leave, I run into the person parked next to me and then back my wheels over a nearby cliff. I have to call AAA, and the dream ends.

I met up with my friend andre who was skating at the time. I told him the reason I came there was to skate. He said hell yea dog, then proceeded to get my board out of my truck. He said offered me weed and said that it made skateboarding a lot of more fun. I said sure why not. He gave me a half a joint in a bag. He told me yea man just keep that for your self im gonna roll me another one. So I smoked that almost the whole thing. I felt pretty high in the dream.

My girlfriend was talking to this redneck white guy. It seemed that they were into each other. I noticed how they looked at each other and how my girlfriend signaled me she didn't want me around at that moment. I put it in the air by saying hey I can feel something going on between you to. Then at this point they both agreed there was something. I snapped and started to kick the dudes ass. Later in the dream I noticed he was half black and white like me. I said thank you I never know of known my girlfriend wasn't for me if you didn't show me.

I was somewhere thinking why haven't I been lucid in a while. I started to practice dream yoga be thinking everything is dream life but I wasn't lucid. I said maybe I should ease off a bit giving my self some space.

08.22.2012

My Zune HD Smashed Into Pieces (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Thank goodness this was a dream.

I remember talking a few people inside a fairly small building, I couldn't tell if it's an apartment entrance or a small store or coffee shop. I don't know how, but when the conversation was coming to a close, I told them how I had 150 videos on my Zune HD....

That's waaaaaaaay too many videos dream self!

I tried to pass what I said off as a joke, and even tried doing a fake laugh. The others fall for it, or are probably just being nice and laughing as well. There's more that I know that occurred before this, like meeting someone, and all I can feel from that is disappointment from the person. It was a female, she had some weird but positive aura in her.

The dream setting was hard to tell, the area I'm in feels slightly dark, but there is still a little bit of sunlight. It could be the sun setting or rising.

Then I find myself riding a bicycle, but I don't really pay too much attention to the details of it. It's a very ominous setting now with dark turquoise clouds and a cool atmosphere. It seems I'm riding on a new black tarred road and on each side, there's open fields everywhere, very beautiful. Even though I didn't pay too much attention to this large and expansive area, I could just feel how that despite the gloomy setting, it was still amazing.

It seems I have my earphones on, and I guess I'm playing music on my Zune HD while riding my bicycle. I start riding a little faster, and then the earphones get caught on something below. I quickly look down and they get between the spokes of one of the bicycle wheel.

Damn, and I knew I couldn't do anything about it, but I still tried to stop.



That was the worst decision I could've made at that time.....


The earphone and the wires connecting it start dangling rapidly through the spokes, and then I realize....

Crap, the plug that usually stays firm inside the Zune plug-in must be out by now. I hear several clanking sounds, and decided to just press the brakes even harder because the last attempt was just just a progression rather than a complete one. I get off the bicycle, let it drop on the around, and I'm looking at metal trails along the road.

No no no no no........

No no no............I get closer and I look at my Zune HD, smashed to pieces. I start shaking the bottom of my mouth in shock. I really believed this was the actual Zune HD I have, and I start walking slowly thinking of how I made over $180 go to waste(probably more than that now that it's a discontinued product).

I could do nothing but walk away, there's no pointing picking it up.........

You know what's funny...it could just be coincidence, but I was watching a video on my Zune HD where a camera gets smashed into pieces because someone accidentally fell and crashed into it.

Ha....Ha....Ha.....*starts getting paranoid* Don't LEAVE ME ZUNE HD, I NEED YOU TO PLAY MUSIC.

Music, when you close your eyes and listen to it, and depending on the theme of the song, can really help with imagination.....Anyway, done with that dream.

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08.22.2012

Biology Teacher and Facebook (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Finally we're getting somewhere related to the password experiment.....because there's no way in hell that I want to even be near that professor I had...ever...again...

I go inside of a classroom, the size of it alone feels like I'm in Middle School or High School. There's the dark blue carpet mixed and drowning other small colors, light colored walls, and adequate lighting on top. I look over to someone on my right, and it's him.

Let's call my previous professor "M." M looked over to me, started to lighten up his mood a bit, and he's actually enthusiastic to see me. Ha ha ha......right...

I start putting on that horrible facade of tolerating others that I cannot stand to be around, and decided I might as well be nice around the guy. He was telling me a few things, but I was being distracted holding two sheets of something.

It looked like tracing paper, it had the slight opacity that you would see in them, but it could've been overhead transparency sheets as well. There was something written and drawn on it, and it looks like==================== that I wanted to show to the participants in my attempts to find them.

After going through the two sheets back and forth, I put them down, and M asked me if I could log onto Facebook for him. I wanted to ask him why, but just gave a questionable expression on my face and went around his desk. I think he already has the site open for me, and that's all I remember.


EDIT:

Oh, and about the Zune HD dream, I was headed for the Biochemistry Department to send a letter for my adviser, and my sunglasses fell off while I tried to put them on while riding my bicycle. The moment that happen, I chuckled to myself on how this was just like the dream, except it was hot as hell out here.

I found it difficult to get to sleep last night, when I eventually did I think it was some time around 3am.
I had a dream that I was at my computer, and suddenly I was pulled through the screen, I was in a white void sort of space, like a blank document on word. But then huge letters started appearing, I couldn't read them but they where going to crush me. I was running but couldn't tell how fast I was moving, because all I could see was white empty space.
Then I woke up.

This dream once again occurred this morning, 23 August 2012. It contained some brief moments of lucidity, and was interruped when I woke up around 6 am.

We begin in a university classroom, which for some reason looks very much like a classroom in a high school or elementary school. I'm sitting in for a social studies class, on the political history of the United States or something, and in contrast to my regular courses I don't find this interesting - I find it VERY interesting. Most of my friends in my program have already left. The teacher continues an explanation. By 11 am (or is it 1 pm?), I'll be beginning my first day in Physics class. My phone rings.

The person hanging out outside appears to be me, but I can't really identify with this person, so maybe it's my alter-ego. For sanity purposes, I'll refer to this individual in the first person.

I'm doing an extreme sports stunt on a bike, not a skateboard. The scene shifts toward somewhere else. Suddenly, the police catch us, and we're denied permission to enter my next class.

I don't want to go with the cops, I think. Yet my phone prompts me to, and I enter the principal's office.

Somewhere along the line, I'm walking in a hallway on campus in what seems to be a big environment building. I suddenly realize that I'm dreaming, and begin to look around at the walls, the windows, and the students.

I drift in and out of consciousness, of sleep. The waking-life version of myself seems to be paralyzed, so I drift back into sleep, with much effort. The scene changes.

I'm in the principal's office, and a thought drifts into my mind. I think of writing these things down, to publish certain things on Twitter when I wake up, with codes B, C, and D. The D code refers to detention, while the B code is something later on in the alphabet. The D code says to the teacher:

"Am I in detention, or am I free to go?"

This is something that I picked up from a video showing how to deal with the police. Rule number one is be calm and don't be crass.

I'm given a list of options, from life in prison to one day free to whatever else. The best option, they say, is Baptism.

The official looks rather puzzled and pauses for a moment, but after a while says that I'm free to go. I remember the buildings on campus, but I never make it to my physics class.

At home, it seems that my dad has lesions on his neck, which look like cancerous lips protrouding from the base of the chin. We go to the doctor, and then suddenly I'm in this waiting room.

I remember a TV commercial about healthcare options. Even though I know trhat I'm lucid, I think it would be wrong to change the scenery while I'm walking through that hallway again. So I walk up to the reporter at the receptionist desk:

"Hi, I'm looking for healthcare options for my dad".

The reporter, who seems to be African-Canadian, shakes his head.

Flashback - in a dark cave dismantling something to the next level.

The doctor finds that the lesions are cancerous, but traditional chemotherapy would have done more harm than good. A new emerging field in medicine, nutshot oncology, has proven that these lesions are treatable by other methods.

Have a nice glass of glastnost!

Jail or Baptism?

On YouTube, the number of likes are hidden, but it's wavering around 50%. A certain scene is depicted, and the likes rise above the half-point mark when we win, and fall below when we lose. It shifts in a gyroscopic circular manner, like the Moon around the Earth around the Sun, and then the Moon will be flung away, pulling Earth-Moon out of its orbit.

"But the Moon has been around for four billion years!"

In high school, I send some people an email with facial icons for each of their respective profiles. For some reason, the guys' images are larger. I tell him not to skip class.

In social studies class we talk about "nutshot porn". That's gross.

As I walk outside my residence room in the morning, it's chilly. Yet, for whatever reason, my sweater is wet and damp.

I wake up early to go swimming.

I have the craziest dreams. This is the one I had last night: so in the dream, the character seen by me is myself, but to all others I appear as a man. In the dream I am searching for someone. It is a male friend who had been taken to a hospital and put in some kind of psyche ward facility.

I came to get him out, but when I got there- I saw him briefly, then I ended up wandering to the wrong section. It's a massive hospital, and I've visited there many times in dreaming. I enter through many vast corridors, until I find where I think he was prior. He must've escaped. Suddenly, they're saying I am him! Hence why I see myself as a man.

I am trapped, there is no leaving. In a small rectangular area sectioned off from the rest of the high end hospital. Above me is a sign "Non-Interventional Facility" and below are moving chairs, with people dressed in orangey brown garb, much like a Zen Buddhist. These are all men, and they were meditating with some kind of power, brainwashing came to mind. The food they served were little packets of condensed pill meals.

Also, they were given both drugs and electricity. I thought to myself, wow I've got to get out of here! So I walked to the male staff, and I asked them why they were keeping me here, and if they were going to brainwash me. They said, "Oh no this is no brainwashing facility. You won't be given meds or drugs." So I thought, they're going to implant me with something, and then possibly use this electromagnetic pulse on me like everyone else...who was sitting in futuristic charis that had three to a group, the interchanged and hovered above ground, surrounded by a white globe.

Very science fiction like...I decided to play it cool, then, the real man came. He was my friend who was coming to rescue me. He got inducted after fighting them, so I slammed an emergency fire alarm, and ran out finding a door which was locked. A man came rushing through to see who had been trying to escape, and since he was after the other guy I followed him outside.

There, I Found the other guy's motorcycle! I got on the motorcycle and raced to my house. This was the fun part, it seemed like days I traveled on the motorcycle. It was very realistic. Then I made it to my apartment, suddenly realizing they might be after me. Those who were in the facility escaped, but were also imposters like sleeper cell type imposters who were coming after me.

I packed up my things, but then I heard someone. It was a girl who had escaped. Anyways, I didn't trust her or the three others. They cornered me, and then when I told them I was getting something, I found a canister of gas and gas'ed them, then I got on the woman's awesome futuristic motorcycle, but a man came out, and said I needed him to help me drive. So we were on together with him driving, out to somewhere city-like, when we ran into more imposters. We stopped for awhile, and saw helicopters that dropped parachutes of brainwashed citizens who were going to overtake us.

The man I was with, took out a giant gun and blew up the parachutes with a gas-canister and then all the people who were after us passed out or died from the gas/bomb. Then me and him ran to a shelter, where women and children were being held as workers in some kind of labor camp in the past. But now it was deserted, and we were able to read into the past for when it was a concentration camp. They were ghosts speaking to us, little children, who told us how they had to work and etc. Mostly girls, and some boys who grew up there until they were teens, and then executed.

"Almost always, the creative dedicated minority has made the world better."
Martin Luther King, Jr.

Professional Violinist

The results of my friend's audition are not what I had hoped. He was beaten out by an older, long-haired man; a violinist. But today when I come to the meeting, the group leader tells me that he has a special announcement about that violinist. He won't tell me what, but he tries to get me to guess. I can't imagine what it would be; the only thing I remember about the man was that at a previous meeting he played a very legato piece that just kept going and going without giving the player much of a break.

Once everyone gets there, the group leader makes the announcement. It's come to light that this violinist is actually a professional, and therefore disqualified for the competition. Hmmm. Maybe I could have guessed that if I'd realized that the legato piece was too difficult for anyone but a professional to prepare. It's confusing, though, to try and fit together all of the clues, so I give up. I wonder if the violinist feels angry about this disqualification, but no--it looks like he's just glad to be back on solid moral ground.

Leafblighter

It's time for break, so the group disperses throughout the city park to find a good place for lunch. I see a group of four of them heading over to the opposite side of the park, which seems like a good idea. I hurry after them, even though I'm a bit nervous because they're all a couple years older than I am. When I get there, they've set up a blanket on the ground to lay on, and there's a tennis match going on in the nearby courts. I wave and say "Hi!" as jovially as I can, and they're very polite about letting me join them. Only, when I try to lay down near this one guy, he grabs my shoulder, pulls me back, then sits me down in a nearby chair instead. The problem (although he never explained himself explicitly) was that I was going to block his view of the tennis match. I wonder whether the chair is his, or if he just took it from one of the nearby families who are also having lunch in the park.

Later, a bunch of us have gone inside for a while, and now people are starting to leave again. There's something on the wall, a machine about the size of a paper towel dispenser, and we're supposed to use it on the way out. One person seems very nervous about this, looking over the machine very, very carefully before using it. But there aren't any apparent problems, and before long there are just two of us left: me and one other guy. Suddenly, a green bug with a body roughly the size and shape of a leaf comes crawling out of the cracks in the machine. That must have been what the guy was worried about. "Is that Leafblighter?" I ask. The bug crawls back in the machine, and we start hearing screams from a room beyond the wall and above us, which we know is a kitchen. (Not death screams, just I'm-afraid-of-bugs screams.)

I try to continue as I was, but eventually I give up and announce, "You know what? I'm just going to finish my lunch outside." I walk over to the machine, but of course the bug is currently crawling around on it. I take my towel and swing it at the bug. It misses, but the bug does start running away, which means it's not on the machine any more. I use the machine, but then I look back at my towel to check for bug guts. I think I see a pair of antennae, but the towel's wrapped around my waist and I can't twist enough to see for sure. I take off the towel to get a closer look, and sure enough, there's an entire bug stuck to it. Suddenly, from the direction of the machine, a low, threatening voice shouts "Iba flogor!" and something heavy collides with the right side of my head.

i had trouble sleeping and remember breaking lots of shit in a store at nordstrums and my mom calling the police. The police was like okay just bring em to a class and come up with ur own punishment and thats good. later i was in the city with jajeh and he was like the tatoo mamsater and was given drew casella a hard time nd i didnt say anything