non-lucid

I was playing some animal crossing game, and I was at Isabels counter, and she starts explaining about how I could go to some town just to eat some food she already gave me, and that I could eat it here but it's better in friend's towns. I made my villager walk away from the counter and wished that my 3ds friends would play with me.

I was in my kitchen, there were pieces of liver sausage on a plate fresh from the oven, so I start to eat them all. I enjoy the nice livery flavor, [COLOR="#008000"]I realize I should be more full. I decided to finish the plate, it was very crunchy, but had no flavor. I looked around my kitchen, and remembered that I've wanted to bite into the wall for some time now. I found a corner that looked easy to bite, so I ripped a huge chunk off. The paint was flavorless and rubbery, and the drywall felt like cardboard but chalk at the same time so I spit it out. I then started looking for a parrot from a dream I forgot to write here. I looked in my parents room, but it wasn't there so I was going to the laundry room next when I started to feel the fading.[/COLOR]

I was walking down the sidewalk in some ghetto late at night. There was a man sitting on the road right next to the sidewalk. He looked up, and asked me if I had gotten my blanket from prison. This started a long conversation I forgot about, and I was suddenly next to a lakeside house on a discord call with him or maybe a different guy who rambled on and on and the call suddenly switched from my laptop to my phone, and he told me to call him on his channel if I needed help.

It was me and a few other people and someone lets call her F, idk what she was doing there, traveling like all of us probably
We were in one of those travel buses have this big spacious entry where you walk up to the long row of seats
We were somewhere in germany, going between hills and villages, when suddenly the weather got pretty stormy, and suddenly abnormally fast and violent tornadoes popped up randomly, sized randomly, I saw one that was a whole lot faster than our bus, but we havent got any serious ones near us, just little dust devil like ones that only nudged the bus a bit
Driver got really panicked, we barely ran out the violent tornadoes that seemed to be mostly behind us, we got to a shopping centre of some sort in middle of the plains, the driver wanted to park there and think things through
but it kept coming, the driver moved the bus around back to the road, I told him where to go to guide him, soon we got out of it somehow....but now apparently, it was of a survival setup, we werent travelling, we were surviving, the whole set up of the dream was of a survival one... anyhow while we were fooling around on the bus, F started to look like man so I was like dude you look like a man, then she shifted back to her original form but this time had a different hairstyle... then the bus stopped near a neighborhood, we continued the road on karts with engines, that had an odd shape, basically it was fully covered, like a car, but kart sized...
actual cars were all over the place, we were avoiding them, then some sort of situation happened again, and we looked for a house to break into, and there was a house that was barricaded by cars stacked on eachtoher by the road, we got past that with some maneuvering, then got in to the door, we got in with ease, I went in first, there didnt seem to be anyone, I went in the living room, thats where i met the owner of the house
this guy was odd, had this strong blue facepaint or mask on him and these funky sunglasses that had this red-purple chrome reflection, he took of the mask and introduced himself
so I was like we came running away from storms and stuff, and he was like he saw us but let us in since we werent careful enough to inspect the place, almost like he set us up
I was like oh no, I shouldve been careful, this couldve been a big mistake to make, anyhow
he seemed to be friendly, didnt attack us from the start, but something was off about him, his looks and his manners, he clearly didnt mean good for us in the long run, was kind devious
then he went to take a look at the team, F was fiddling with something in the other room, then the guy was like I'm gonna beat you up
then I got mad I warned him if he does anything I'll see him be dealt with, and thats when I woke up

Strange Chill:

I'm with Donald Trump and two others on a trampoline bouncing around.
It reminds me of my friend JW's house from my childhood.
We're discussing whether it is OK to be watched while giving birth or making love.
Trump says his wife is into it.
...
I'm driving to my friend DR's house. It's night-time, and cold outside. My car's window is open.
I notice that it has taken me about 20 minutes to drive to where I am at. I reason that there are 10 minutes until I arrive.
I had my music going, but it was on quiet.
I wake up and realize that I was uncovered and the fan was blowing on me, hence the cold I felt.

Dream 1

I'm at some sort of fundraising event. There is a large organization of people involved in the fundraiser outside in a grassy field, we are are splitting up to raise cash in a variety of ways and then will reconvene. Once we meet back up it will be up to each person/group if they want to keep what they raised or donate it to a cause.

As I'm going around, it's not clear how I'm raising money but the cash I have keeps on growing from whatever activities I'm doing. I keep running into different women that are all really flirty. I realize that I'm in some sort of movie where in the end I'll have to choose one of these women to be with or something to that extent.

At one point a lady was walking by in tears, I sat down with her on fold out chairs in the grassy area the group met at the beginning and asked what was going on. She explains that she just got a call that her apartment bunt down. As I was consoling her about this she takes out a cigarette and starts smoking. I take a mental note that I don't want to be with her in the end because of the smoking aspect.


Then I'm with a group of people and one lady was being really chatty with me. We're getting along pretty well and another lady says something like "Oh it's too bad she's taken, she has a daughter you know" to which the lady I was speaking with replied "Yes I have a daughter but I"M SINGLE, and looking - thank you very much".

A bunch of these cringy situations keep on happening. At one point I'm suddenly jumping from rooftop to rooftop in some very dry, sunny, arid arabic kind of town. I look over the edge of my building to see another one down below, it's shaped like a slice of pizza but it's so very narrow. It was only large enough to have windows and doors on it's sides but it was so incredibly narrow that nobody could possibly be living in it. I stared at it for a bit thinking about how strange it was.

I was sitting at a table, a man put a bowl of cloudy broth in front of me. I was about to start eating when his prosthetic nose fell into the soup. I stared for a second, and threw the nose back to him, it stuck to his shirt.

I was in the car. It was pulled over, I looked out the window. My mother was bent so her body made a 90 degree angle, there was a bush behind her and she was spraying piss on it like a yard sprinkler. It was like a train wreck, I didn't want to look but I couldn't help it. I was eventually able to look away, I thought to myself "What a disgusting creature."

I was walking across a dock with my cousin. we were on one side of a lake, and we wanted to get to the other without getting wet. I stared at a boat, and she found a bag of pool toys. I reached for an inner tube, but she stopped me and said it was too small. I then reached for one the same size and she didn't say anything. I then put my tube in the water and sat in it.

Reality Check Bait:

I'm watching a livestream of Lucid Dream Portal.
I've just described a dream in the chat to Daniel, where I had been performing a Linkin Park song.
I'm telling Daniel that while reading the lyrics, I learned that I had been saying the wrong words for a long time.
Also, Daniel was on stage singing with me.
I'm posting a picture I edited, adding his face to the scene, into the stream chat.
I second guess myself, wondering if this is too much.
Daniel reacts to the picture and tries to put it up on the main stream view, but it isn't formatting correctly.
It seems like he has a neutral reaction otherwise.
Others in the chat started to spam "mature" images into the stream.
Daniel starts to act strangely in response.
I wonder if he is attempting to bait a reality check from the stream, but I wake up before I actually perform one.

I was leaving some guy's house, I notice some kids, like 11-12 replacing a street sign with some generic street name that ended with an ass. I just walked past, and I hear them whisper "She saw us, what if she's gonna tell someone?"
I'm about to run when I feel a hand grab my ankle, and I fall to the ground. Another squats so his face is right over mine, so I punch him in the balls, and the hand lets go and I run into my house. I'm walking through the kitchen to get to my bedroom, [COLOR="#008000"]I then notice my house layout is extremely off. I wanted to destroy some stuff, so I picked a glass up off the counter, and smashed it on the floor.[/COLOR] I was then in my bedroom, I got up and went outside to a beautiful day. I saw the kids from last evening, but my yard was surrounded by a giant cage so I rolled around in the grass to piss them off. I then get up to do some "epic" danceing when I realize there's a space big enough for them to squeeze through. They stop and I'm about to beg for forgiveness.


I'm in my yard digging through a dusty lump of dirt for pretty stones, I pick up some rose quartz and green crystals, and I uncover my rabbit's den. I look up, and he's sitting near me. I go back to digging and I pull out some blue rock which is ugly but can be used to draw on stuff.

This is the last dream this month. I've been slacking. Oops...

From the street I walk into a shop with a person I know from school. The shop front is about two bays wide and completely open, no doors, one single storey. It reminds me of the entrance to an underground car park. The name of the shop is four letters, beginning with A and lowercase. I've forgotten what it was.

We enter and I see that the shop is wider on the inside and stretches far, far back. We begin walking through a section filled with clothes on racks seemingly grouped by colour. As we get to the edge of the clothes I reach out to feel a turquoise skirt with a yellow daisy pattern between my fingers. The fabric feels slippery and textured. I let go and keep going past several clear stands of hairbands and sunglasses and trinkets. There aren't even any paths or open space - the floor is chock-a-block with racks and stands and rails. I can barely see ahead and have to shove and squeeze to make my way.

We step into a big square area of open space. It's broken up by barriers of the kind you see in airport security or any long queue, into several straight lanes each leading towards a till. The tills are along a long, shiny counter - its sides are white and the top is black. The tops of computer monitors peek over the counter at each station. I can't quite be sure, now, whether this area was filled with orderly and motionless queues or completely empty.

We continue straight through the till area and into a mass of white shelves piled with coloured goods. Shelving units facing in all directions fit together like Tetris. There's barely any space to push through. I look up and the ceiling is white and shadowy, starkly bright lights suspended from it on twisted cables and the vented openings to air conditioning pipes. The ceiling is crisscrossed with narrow black beams. I look down and the floor is grey lino flecked with white, and tiny scattered triangles in red, blue, green and yellow.

It seems we are nearly at the back of the premises (though I can't see a wall ahead of me - the view fades to black not far off) when we abruptly turn left instead. Several large, black openings to food kiosks can be seen with rows of screens advertising their menus, like you'd see in a shopping centre food court. Directly ahead is a burger place. Above the kiosks is now an upper floor with full-length tinted windows, up there I can see padded booth seating and faces pressed against the glass. There's a new path right in front of all the kiosks which leads away behind the shop floor and tills. I can't see far down it until the hall becomes enclosed and completely dark.

We turn back and go the way we came, shoving past the merchandise and other customers and walking all the way until we leave the store. Outside the daylight seems blinding. The sky is white and all along the sloping street the shop fronts are single-storey and topped by huge signs. All the colours are bright and vivid. I see a green shop with lettering in a fun red font, and a black man with dreads in jeans and a bright green shirt. Downhill are more shops and cars passing in both directions, but uphill there are no more buildings to be seen beyond the intersection immediately to the right.

It's a blue, sunny morning and I am following my school librarian through the city. I don't think she knows I'm behind her. She's wearing low heels and a flared below-the-knee dress with a book pattern on it, a bag on one shoulder and no jacket to cover her wavy brown hair. Cars are driving past while the sun glints on the glass exteriors of office buildings, cafés and small shops are opening up.

We turn away from the main road and down a smaller street. I recognise it; I took a photograph of it once. The street is perhaps poured concrete and is uneven, with imperfections here and there as though it's been pierced with a fork or blown up by a big bubble. Looking down it the buildings shine and seem to merge with the sky beyond, reflecting the blue and the white clouds. At the top is a stop sign: EXCEPT CYCLES.

Some ways down the street she turns and enters through the double doors of a green-blue glass building. Inside the lobby there's a glass reception office, empty, containing a shiny black desk and a window to allow visitors to speak to the receptionist. The floor is that kind of carpet with metal ridges in it. She enters the office and sits at the desk - looks like she works here. But I realise this isn't where I'm meant to be. A crowd of girls in a dark-coloured uniform different to mine spill into the lobby from within to greet her.

I feel confused and register that she should be working at my school. I ask her about this and receive some explanation in return. The thought vaguely enters my mind that I am late to school.

Lately I haven't remembered many dreams because I've lost control of my sleep schedule a bit. Tonight's New Years but I do intend to start going to sleep at the right time again. I've begun studying some lucid techniques and will update my workbook very soon!

Dream 1

I am levitating and fly towards a massive wine glass shaped building. I enter an opened window.

It seems the room I entered is a doctor's office of sorts. I get the I formation that I am in a country that is cut off from the rest of the world, one that operates under a dictatorship and that I am part of a resistance group.

With this new info in mind, I decide that gathering medical supplies would be a good idea.

I look around, opening closets and cupboards and grab a handful of some supplies.

I go back to the window and fly out of the building.

Dream 1

I’m in a store with Tami, I’m describing something to her but I’m also playing with a plant that has white fuzz on it. As I begin picking it off I realize it’s a cotton plant. The texture and colors look really cool.

She mentions something about the activity of playing with the plant either helps certain people describe what they’re saying better, or to help with listening - not sure which.


Dream 2

James and I have some sort of new hobby where we go into the woods and find tobacco type leaves and then make a fire and burn them in it. We seem to have been using a library to learn about this and we return to it to get some more information on techniques.

The library has massively high vaulted ceilings and it is a very large place with large marble pillars going up into the darkness. It’s sort of an eerie place.

An old astute woman pops up and begins asking us questions about what we’re looking for or what we’ve been up to. James, halfway up a ladder reaching for a book - looks at me and shakes his head as if we shouldn’t speak to the woman. He comes down and pulls me to the side and says we shouldn’t tell her anything, she wants to rip off our process (lol).

I kind of brush that off and fill the woman in on what we’re doing. She realized what James was worried about and then asks us kind of sarcastically “Oh, and where did you learn to do something like that?” - to which I respond “Here”

Push and Pull:

I'm pondering whether to ask SB to marry me, and I decide to just go for it.
...
I'm at an outdoor party. I've just asked SB to marry me.
She said yes and is very excited.
Even afterward I'm still wondering if I made the right decision.
...
Later I'm with my Grandma P.
I'm showing her a song that I think should be the first dance song.
There's a music video, with some men on a subway pushing art on a cart.

Fragment:

I'm doing PT in a large open gym area and I find a green band I used in a prior recovery.
I'm using a three-pound weight for some shoulder exercises and I feel embarrassed that this is all I can do now.

Dream 1

I see someone pulled up to a McDonalds ordering window in their car. Their window is down, and the person that is supposed to be inside the store taking the order is instead sitting on the person’s car door - the window is all the way down so he’s sort of half sitting at the bottom of the window.

As the customer is telling him his order, their faces get really close and the eye contact is very direct. The man in the car says something he wants, the McDonalds guy asks if he wants anything else. It goes back and forth a bit and the employee ends up backing up a bit and is punching the order into a device on his wrist.

When the man in the car is finished ordering they both turn to the order display screen to confirm everything is correct.

A narrator begins saying how this McDonalds employee is the most dedicated employee McDonalds has. How he’s been blowing up in the news recently because he’s so passionate about his job that he always goes right up to the people in the drive-thru to take their orders face to face (A view appears briefly of him standing out in the rain, enthusiastically taking someone's order by the drive-thru speaker/billboard).

Now he’s speaking with another customer at a drive thru, but he’s offering advice on the Mac Ultra Workstation, and how if you were you purchase a refurbished unit you should double check the GPU to make sure it’s okay because these machines are actually prone to infections - yes he mentions that they are part flesh part machine.

There’s a news segment on this part as well, that he’s offering tech advice.

A first person view from the employee's perspective shows him opening up a letter from the current CEO of McDonalds saying that he deserves a raise for what he’s doing.

Time jumps forward, it’s 4 years later and he’s slightly burnt out now working at a different place. He recalls his time at McDonalds and that he never did get that raise.

I think his name was Micheal.

(This is from yesterday, 12/26/2023)

Dream 1

I’m sitting on a beach with a towel in front of me spread out on the ground. On it I have an assortment of silverware organized with forks, spoons and butter knives - set beside each other as if they were in a silverware drawer. I also have some painkillers such as Tylenol and Aleve in their bottles beneath the silverware.



Tyler is jogging by me and pauses to let me know that he wants to purchase all of the silverware at $900 a piece and to hold it for him when he finishes his jog.


Dream 2


I’m on a small boat with some other people as well, it ended up getting flooded and we needed to return to shore to empty the water from it. As we’re backing into the shore I notice that we are actually backing up in a large pickup truck and the boat is in the bed of the truck (even though the boat was much larger than this previously)

Under the boat on the bed of the truck is a large plastic sheet with little pouches. A woman gives me a piece of lingerie that needs to go into one of the pouches for some reason so I put it into the requested one.


Dream 3

I’m on a boat again and some of the people there include two women that have begun a relationship and previous to this boat ride did not know each other. They were arguing and the darker haired lady wanted to break up. The lighter haired woman took a closed shell gift that was gifted to her previously by the other woman and broke it on the ground - there were some tiny shell fragments inside it that smelled like pine and she said “So this didn’t even actually smell like pine after all huh?” The darker woman responded explaining how the smell of pine is the combination of many micro-organisms working together and that neither the pine tree nor this shell can completely own the smell of pine.

After this the darker haired woman was hitting on me.


Dream 4

Jesse, James and Rohan are running across little skyscrapers - almost a post apocalyptic sort of setting where buildings are hap-hazardly stacked on other buildings. Half way down the building they are standing on there is a narrow boat jutting out of it. Jesse looks quite old with a long white beard.

Jesse jumps from the top of the building, gains a lot of speed while in free fall and then lands violently on the boat.

It was hard to see what happened when he landed as I was on top of another building quite far away, but I now have access to video footage that was tracking him as he landed, it was zoomed in and in extremely-slow motion.

I scrub the video to the point of impact, I watch him slowly begin his landing on the boat and then his feet land and the force of him stopping so hard begins to pull all of his skin downward fighting against his skeleton which came to a complete stop. The skin on the top of his head splits open and his skin slides off his entire body revealing another version of Jesse underneath from 20 years ago or so - the one I am more familiar with.

James and Rohan on the other hand were still standing at the spot Jesse jumped from in disbelief, James found an alternate path to get down to the boat and Rohan followed.


Dream 5

I’m sitting at a table with a bunch of google next/alexa style devices with Tyler and his family. We’re talking about ChatGPT and notice that one of these devices uses ChatGPT. I talk about having a different model of one of these devices.

One of the girls is talking about just how much she uses ChatGPT. I then mention how going back to one of these normal AI assistants is pretty bad after getting used to ChatGPT.


Dream 6

A lady in her 40’s or 50’s on the lower deck of a boat is unhappy about aging. She speaks about how she wonders if her face will generally look the same from now on and mentions that her co-workers have been complimenting her face recently.

She seems overall unhappy with herself and generally sad. Her husband stands nearby but doesn’t say anything. They remind me of Rose/Rich.


Dream 7 (fragment)

I’m trapped beneath a boat underwater. I seem to be pushed against the hull of the boat, maybe because it was accelerating quickly and I was closer to the nose of it.

I drag my fingernail along the hull and notice it’s waxy. It’s very firm, but it comes across as a high tension, inflated stiff object rather than a wooden or metal hull - even though in appearance it looks like some typical boat material.