non-lucid

I can only recall one fragment from last night.

I was in my room and I was training to be an astronaut! It was wierd cause I wasn't realy official or anything, just kind of like NASA went "Oh hey, let's send some random guy on the space Shuttle" (Yes I know it's retired but that's what it was in the dream). Anyways, I then remember seeing myself and the other astronauts in the space shuttle from a third person view. 0_0 We then launched and started gaining speed. Then we stalled for a minute and randomly picked up speed again. That's all I remember.

Well for some reason this past week I have had pretty terrible recall and no lucids. I honestly have no idea what was causing this, but I also was struggling with waking up from the binaural beats and starting the alarm for a DEILD. Last night I was able to recall some dreams but I didn't have a lucid. THe alarm woke me up for a second though but I couldn't recall a dream at that time. Anyways, now school is starting so I am just praying that it doesn't affect my dreaming abilities because this has seriously become a pretty major hobby.

See ya.

Well this was terrible... I had a dream where there was me and my mom and dad in a wooden house... The living room and kitchen were huge. And it was kind of swampy outside. I was talking to my dad for most of the dream, but I was talking to him about Lucid Dreaming. The whole conversation was entirely about LDs, but for some stupid reason, I didn't realize I was dreaming, so I wasn't actually lucid and I didn't even become lucid. -__-

We were going back to s. with the car when my dad got a special call from greece to go there for something and we were passing through italy as we were passing we went to some city that looked very similar to shumen. First thing i remember was we were going through the city with dimi. dob. bra. and me we had a bicycle we went to some school were we acted all tough and smoked marijuana with some of the kids from the school we did not even speak italian and they gave us some i was about to make the j when it broke so i gave it to dimi. to make it (i did not smoke at all from that). As we were there some kids were playing football other basketball i just got on the bike and went through. After that we entered in somekind of a kindergarten very similar to this one in shumen (NOTE: there were like 200 sun umbrellas all over the place) as we got through i saw my cousin who worked there for some reason she told us to go to her apartment and see the place and then puf! i was in that apartament there were some people talking but all i can focus was this sandwich that i was making it was 5 layer with many stuff in it i could actually taste everything now even thinking about it make's my taste buds go nuts. The people were saying that i was going to stay there and needed to respect some rules. The women actually had a miniature bed to show me how i was supposed to make it. Then BAM! it turned into a TV show about the family and the way they were living and all the rules it was kinda funny though i just remember still eating the sammich

My reccall gets better everyday

I am at a chinese temple with my teacher. I notice old buddha statues that were uniquely shaped. I walked up to my teacher and said I really love this place. Me and my brother were amazing on how this place really lights up your awareness. We also talked about how people go there daily to pray. I thought they must be lucky to always have a place to come to like this.

Pip my dog was really pissed me off and I was ready to put him in the house we have for him.

Some indian girl texted me saying that she will be at a local bar and to flirt with her.

Dream

I remember being in an auditorium at a pool function. The Marine recruiters gave a quick presentation to the other Marine poolies and I. Everyone began to exit the auditorium out the back right exit. I fumbled around in my duffle bag for about 30 seconds. I don't remember what I was doing.

Next thing I remember I exited the auditorium and I stood outside in a dead grass, forest area. I saw my fellow poolies at the beginning of an obstacle course, roughly, in a 6x15 formation, crouched in a ready position, at the beginning of the obstacle course. I toke my helmet off, to see what I was wearing on my head. My fellow poolies and I wore a desert camoflauge, I couldn't tell if it was the new experimental ones or the old ones. I think it was the new experimental ones though.

"Come on Patterson!" Ssgt. Gauge shouted.

They were all waiting for me to get in formation. The formation was sloppy, but it looked like an open spot was left for me in the formation. There was space for me to be with them. a part of them. I put my helmet back on and rushed over and got in formation, and crouched down.

"Go!" Ssgt. Gauge shouted.

The front of the formation climbed up a chain and climbed over the other side, and climbed down. then the middle, then it was my turn. I was one of the last guys to hit the obstacle. The other 2 guys pathetically tried to climb up the chains with not much success. I jumped up on the chain and gave it my all. That got me about 3/4s up, before I couldn't take anymore. I looked back up at it. It seemed easier than it looked. So based off of naive logic, I decided it was that easy and barely made it over the top. While the other poolies waited for us, crouched next to a hilly wall of mud at the tree line.

I don't really know why, but I felt inadiquet for some reason and I jumped in a ditch and crawle under the obstacle and out the other side. I guess I walked away from it.

Afterthoughts

Along with the feelings I've been getting, this dream is a call to change. A call to being a Marine. Soon I will not be sitting around home all day. I will be in bootcamp and on my path to being a Marine. My time for learning wisdom is closing for a while, so that I can focus on becoming a Marine. Though, in a couple years I will be back to exploring the nature of the universe and wisdom again, while being a Marine. Ooorah

I was in my old house in Temple City. My childhood caretaker visits me with her husband. I was surprised that they came all the way here from Macau just to see me! I thought I saw the husband holding a tourist flag. I didn't really recognize him at first because he got tanner and stronger here. He's also not as friendly as I knew him. She took me to the backyard, we were the only one outside. She told me I should respect and listen to my mom. I yelled out in anger that I won't respect my mom. I couldn't believe that my mom made her come and talk to me.

08/13/2012
1AM - 10AM

Back in high school.

All was the same as it is now -- I'm twenty, I'm a high school graduate, and I'm unemployed, so going back to school seemed like a good idea somehow. My first class, I'm not sure what the class even was, but I opened up my textbook and it was full of Kpop artists. I remember scanning the pages and found pictures of all but one member of 2NE1 (Dara). Whatever assignment we were supposed to be doing, I didn't hear the instructions over, so I just flipped through the textbook and read for my own pleasure. Not super important, but there was a mention of Clint Eastwood in that textbook that featured mostly Kpop stars, so yeah, that's interesting.

After that class, I carried my purse, my bookbag, and one textbook out with me. As I was walking through the halls, I saw a girl with whom I'm no longer friends in reality, but was close friends with since I was in sixth grade and during high school. I tried my best to ignore her, pretend to be looking off in another direction and not notice her crossing my path. I happened to drop my textbook by accident, which happened to be a good distraction. To my next class, I found some people I knew, people I went to school with who were graduates like me, and I asked them, "Why are we here when we've already graduated? How is being here going to benefit us any?" I don't remember their answers, but I believe it was supposed to make finding work easier somehow.

In my next class, which took place in the school library, there were several people, most of which were not yet graduates. I noticed the tables at which we were sitting (or at least mine) was either too tall or the chair was too short, so the surface came up to my chest and it was too high for me to write comfortably. The teacher was kind of a dick and wouldn't shut the hell up about how texting isn't allowed in class and a bunch of other stuff to which I wasn't listening. He then asked that if anyone had any questions, they write them down on a sheet of paper to be turned in to him. As I was writing my question, again, "How is attending high school for another year going to benefit those of us who have already graduated?" he read it over my shoulder, and seemed so thrilled. "You've already graduated?!" to which a fellow real-life graduate of mine raised her hand and said, "Yeah, me, too!" He said, "Well, okay, we've got some special jobs for you girls then," but didn't really get to telling us what they were.

Here's where it gets... more weird. I'm not sure, but I think I might have been walking home. I was walking through a familiar field of trees that, in reality, exists right out front of my elementary school, just across the street from my apartment. As I was walking, there was a large dinosaur in my path, and some younger students were in danger of him, so I had to fight him off (I think I had a whip or some other type of melee weapon). I had some help fighting him, but I can't remember from whom. Either small wild dogs, or small tame dinosaurs. After fighting him to the death and receiving thanks for saving those kids, I continued on my way. I sat at the edge of the road outside that field, I think waiting for someone to pick me up, and the girl I mentioned in the first portion of the dream, the one who, in reality, was my best friend and no longer is, she came down to sit next to me. We were talking and became friends again, but we were still discussing, "Why are we here? You and I are twenty and have already graduated, so why are we here? Isn't it weird?" Of course, again, I didn't really find an answer.

The rest of the dream is either really fuzzy or it made so little sense that trying to type out the events will seem counterproductive, but I'll sum it up by saying:
- I got in a cab, there was a fellow student in the front seat and I sat in the back.
- He had a huge crush on me, I guess because I was already a graduate, I was older than most kids there, and I seemed smart because of it.
- He tried convincing me he was also a graduate there and he was twenty-five, but I didn't believe him.
- Through some transition I can't remember or explain, I was no longer in the cab, but I was home, trying to make strawberry smoothies.
- I heard some kind of alarm coming from another apartment that I had never heard before, and it sounded serious. My sister went to check it out, and when she didn't come back, I went to check it out.
- I think the alarm was because a storm was coming or something, but my Mom's cat had followed me outside and found his way in a neighbor's apartment, so I spent the last bit of the dream trying to get him out without alerting my neighbor to the fact that I was intruding.

And then my boyfriend woke me up, so that's where my dream ends. I feel like I should note that, unlike most dreams where someone goes back to high school or to an old job, this one wasn't stressful at all. I was confused as to why I was there, but I was actually really, really excited that I might be able to so easily further my education, and that everything I would be tested over would be stuff I already knew. It was just going to be so easy, and I was really looking forward to it. I'm wondering whether it relates to my recent consideration of going to beauty school. Anyway, the constant questioning of "But why am I here?" might have been a split second of lucidity, and then something followed every time and distracted me from my questions (though obviously not permanently).

Non-dream Dream

Just a few fragments:

I am playing baseball and the world is coming to an end. It is survival of the fittest and I have some special powers. I am telling people that my wife cheated on me with BW - I don't think it was true though. All of the building around me are exploding and crashing down.

This is again a daily entry of what I dreamt this morning, 13 August 2012.

Somehow, somewhere, Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead was very real. I sat observing the scene unfolding around me. I fully expected Howard Roark, the renegade architect, to rape Dominique Francon. It was expected. Really, it was just that.

I awaken sometime around 8:10 am. Falling back asleep for a brief period of only about 30 minutes.

A former friend of mine was angry with me for some reason. It seemed that he didn't want me talking about his ex-girlfriend.

I discover this apartment building on a quiet busy intersection, somehow reminiscent of basketball and laundry. I'm at the basement of what looks like my house, trying to connect to the Internet, and it was late morning.

Now I'm in my geography class again, expected to complete about three assignments, and after asking around apparently one of them was due yesterday. Gasp! The latest one, somehow, is due July 19th, which is apparently in the future.

I sit down to talk to this girl, who seemed to enjoy talking to me all year, and we were discussing something other than all these overburdening assignments.

Suddenly, something makes me realize this is all a dream. People around me continue to walk about, producing a strange and loud din.

I try to close my eyes and change the scenery. It doesn't work, as the talking is too loud. So I close my eyes even harder shut, and plug my ears in attempt to drown out all awareness of the surroundings.

Immediately, I'm rushed into this big portal, finding it hard to open my eyes again, not because it's too bright out here or anything. I "see", or visualize, swarms of a tunnel or whirlpool escorting me at a sudden speed.

What I see next disappoints me. I have awoken in my room, and it's morning.

Something is a bit strange here. The blinds are fully closed, but golden sunlight is pouring into the room, as though it's about 7 am or earlier. A plaque on my wall is directly ahead of me, instead of slightly to the right.

A book appears in my hand, and I'm turned to one of the first few pages, around page six, or maybe nine. It quotes page 1212 of the Qu'ran, possibly suras 7-12, emphasizing 8-9. It talks about relationships, but the large block of text near the bottom of the page on the right is rather condensed and uncited. It's highly reminiscent of something. I decide to record all this down before I forget.

I rush to the cupboard and shelf, eager to write things down on paper in my physical dream journal, under August 13. I know what date it is. Suddenly...

I wake up. My lucid dream had partially succeeded, only I had forgotten to do any reality checks and thus was fooled into thinking a dream was waking life. I rise to go to the bathroom, go to sleep without remembering much of a dream, and then wake up around 11 am, after which I go back to sleep, have a 10 minute dream, and then awaken again to begin my day.

08-13-2012 -- At a bank somewhere (Costa Mesa?) though I don't know if I am there making a delivery or doing a mystery shop. There's a robbery going on, and people are being shot. I think at first it is a lady doing the shooting, but then things change, and the lady was one of the ones being shot. I am taking pictures with my camera, and I think there is a friend with me, who might be interviewing people or something. There is a hint of writing an article for the Hornet.

Soon I am in an office building, sitting behind a desk. The area reminds me of the TAMS building, but I am not working security. Tell the truth, I have no idea what I am doing, which makes it hard to get too much accomplished. Lots of people around, and piles of stuff. I guess part of the office was closed for a couple of days, and people from other parts were leaving notes about stuff, but they got buried or blew away, so stuff is being missed.

There is a tall, attractive blonde who seems to be the boss, and she is griping about me not getting enough done, and asking me if I will make the mail run, collecting outgoing mail throughout the building. She is also yelling at everybody about finding some of the missing notes. I had my shoes off, so I am trying to put them back on, and in the process I find some papers and stuff on the ground and start looking through them to maybe find some of the notes.

I find a couple of notes I think might be the ones she is looking for (something about a clown?), and have gotten my shoes on, but now I can't find her. Seems she is mad that I haven't already gotten the mail, and has gone to get it herself.

One of the ladies is leaving the restroom, and several others are commenting on how much of a stink she left behind, as they all move into the break room. My friend from earlier calls me over and tells me they caught us on surveillance video at the bank robbery, and may want to know why we were taking pictures and talking to people. I look at the news report, and yes, there we are. I note how a lot of others weren't as sensible as we were, and got much closer to the gunmen.

My friend is pointing to the screen and telling people "We were there. We saw it." They don't believe him until I tell them it is true, and we're going to do a story on it.

Soon I am back at my desk, still trying to find the tall blonde. A couple of Fullerton College graduates have stopped in to drop off applications, and I figure I'll ask about maybe doing this job permanently, since my car is broke down and I can no longer do the driving job. [True, my car lost its tranny a couple days ago, and I now have to look for a new job. Can't courier without a good vehicle.] I also figure I will ask what the job I am supposed to be doing actually is, so I can start to do it. But I can't find her anywhere.

By this point the office area is the main salon at the Adventurer's Club, and as I hear Sheila doing Samantha Sterling upstairs on the Zebra Mezzanine, I realize she is the blonde. She's now in costume and performing, so I know it's going to be a while before I can talk to her. Graham is playing Hathaway and trading one-liners with her.

8-13-2012 -- Very fragmentory. There was a lot more to this, but all I can pull out of my memory is bits. A few of those bits were interesting enough to make it worth posting, however. (Same thing all night long. Three dreams, but only parts, and all over the place.)

I think there was something about a wrestling company, and somebody complaining about how they were being held back, and threatening the bosses, until they remind him that's just his character, and he's actually too nice a guy to follow through on something like that. Also some hint about vampires, but can't remember anything more than that.

Soon I seem to be kind of working in a hotel, sort of, and being sent all over the place. Somebody has asked if I can make a Chinese omelet, and I have no idea how, but I say I'll figure it out, and will ask one of the two friends online who have been helping me with stuff. I see a French guy wandering by, and he somehow sounds slightly familiar, so I ask him if he is Pierre, and explain I think he is a friend of mine from on-line. He tells me he doesn't know me, never heard of me, and please get away from him.

One of my bosses seems to be Umbridge, and she is yelling at me, and trying to trap me and/or a dog in a sort of tall crate, but I move too quickly, and have somehow locked her in, instead. Think there was more to this, but it is gone now.

Something about trying to hook up, or rehook some computers together for a possible girl friend, and then I suddenly find myself in the Buena Park Mall, somewhere near Waldenbooks, and am helping an attractive blonde with something. We're heading toward either May Co or the exit on La Palma near it, but she says she wants an Orange Julius, and I point out that shop is in the other direction. She decides it isn't important.

Soon we're being chased by something up and down narrow stairways, but we don't really know what it is that is chasing us. Some guy hands me a high-pressure spray paint can that can shoot 20 or 30 feet, and I start spraying it around to prove there isn't anything there, and instead I find I am highlighting some sort of hell horse or evil centaur that was invisible, and now I can actually see it to try and get away from it.

Was a cool dream, wish I could remember it better.

Dream about a team of teenagers building a wall of sand at the beach.

I was trapped in a stone labyrinth beneath ASMS. Nick and I got trapped there because we went to find the bathroom. We had gone down and found a room that didn't seem like a bathroom, but actually was a bathroom. In this room, though, were two fresh bodies, and I had the feeling that someone was watching this. Also, this area of the school seemed ancient. Like, medieval ancient, in structure. We turned to get out, and we went the way we came in. It was a room with a large staircase that followed all four walls up to the top. When we got up there, we couldn't get out, though, there was no door. We had to call the guy that created it, who I thought may be a villain, and we also called the front desk of ASMS. The lady at the desk had been trapped down there before, and was trying to explain to us how to get out. Something about a series of buttons and the whole staircase would rotate towards the door. You only had a short window of opportunity to try this in, though, before the door moved to an entirely different area of the alternate reality we were now in, which the dream had just shifted to. There were a few people with us now, Kaia was one of us. We didn't finish our side in time, so we had to quickly move to the other side of the dreamscape. As we left, I passed an area with some large predatory cat in it, which I had to kind of fight and push against a gate to trap it in place. The area we were in was essentially a city, and every building had the potential to hold the stairway and door out of the area and back up into the real world. But we seemed to know where it was at the time. It had moved to a restaurant on the far side of the area, inside of a store that was like a walmart, but had some other name. We went in, and a guy there told us that since we were so unhappy. We should take some free pants on the way out. I told him not to worry about that, but show us where the restaurant in the store was. He took us there and sat us down, it was actually pretty nice. He was starting to hand us menus when the dream ended and shifted to another one.

In this next dream, I was in a bed with Hannah and two other girls. One of them was playing guitar, the other was just lying there. None of us was wearing clothing. Hannah got up to leave, and I got up to follow her. Before I left, though, I decided I want to sing some of the song that the other girl was playing on guitar. It was "The Day the Music Died," one of my favorite songs. So I sang as I was leaving to follow. And then I woke up.

I haven't posted anything in my DJ here in a while so I figured I post this funny little dream I had last night.

I was in some sort of lounge which had a small coffee table surrounded by a half-dozen chairs which were quite comfortable. I was sitting in one of them along with my dad and various uncles. I looked over to my left and noticed a ping pong table with a small Chinese girl standing there with a paddle. She looked over at me and motioned me to come play against her. I decided why not and got up to go over there. Once I got to the table a referee appeared next to the table and handed me a paddle. He also gave the girl a ping pong ball which I didn't really mind.

It was about now that it suddenly hit me that this was the Olympics. Nothing changed scenery wise, we were still in the lounge with my family sitting in their chairs talking about something and smoking pipes (which they don't normally do ), but for some reason I just knew this was the Olympic and there was a lot of pressure on me since it was USA vs China. The little girl, about 8 years of age, bounced the ball on the table and prepared to serve. She hit it quite fast to the point where I couldn't even really see it. Somehow, though, I hit it back and it bounced off one of the corners of the table, score one for the US.

The game was to 21 and it was my turn to serve. I leaned over the table so that I was bouncing the ping pong ball right in front of the net and then served it as hard as I could. This happened to be a little too hard as it just missed the table giving China one point. The next thing I knew it was 8 to 5, US, and somebody was next to me; it was my partner. Apparently I got a teammate while the little girl had to play all by herself. I had no clue who this person was though, but I felt like he was my cousin despite the fact that I can't remember what he looked like or how he acted.

It went back and forth a little bit, nothing spectacular happening, just a typical game of ping pong only the ball seemed to go 10 times faster than any other game I had seen. The score was now 15 to 9 (or something similar) with the US still in the lead. I walked away from the table mid game and headed toward a large window which was in the back of the lounge. There was a cushion on the windowsill that seemed to act ad a couch. I sat down and looked back at the lounge. It was a fairly ornate room with a large fireplace next to all the chairs with a pair of bear arms hanging on the wall. There were some nice rugs spread throughout and various paintings and arts around the room.

After only a few seconds I went back to the ping pong table to find out that the score was now tied at 20; next point wins. How did this happen so quickly!? I was only gone for what seemed like 30 seconds and yet my partner somehow managed to give up a 6 point lead and brought the match to the final game. The small Chinese girl had the serve and hit it as hard as she could, just like earlier. My partner seemed to either disappear or just sit back behind me and let me finish because me and her just hit it back and forth for about 45 seconds.

At this point I decided to try and end it with a spike to the left corner of the table. I hit the ball as hard as I could and it managed to just clip the side of the table, giving us the point. My partner was suddenly next to me again and we cheered and high-fived. My family which was sitting to the side the entire time were all lightly clapping similar to a golf clap. The little Chinese girl was really sad and almost started crying but for some reason we didn't care. We didn't care that we just beat a little girl half our age, 2v1 at ping pong, we won the Olympic gold medal!