non-lucid

Dream - Lucid

All I can recall is walking outside on a sidewalk on a sunny day seeing tons of broken bird eggs scattered all over the ground. A voice said it was a dangerous time for birds. It was dangerous because all the bird eggs were hatching, so the baby birds were in danger of falling from the nests.

This dream was actually pretty awesome. First of all, sometime in the beginning of the dream, I had gotten a handgun. It was really shiny. Almost chrome. I was in my high school, and I went into the gym and there was an assembly. We were all watching a movie. Then I got the attention of one of my friends and showed him the gun and he was like "Damn... o.o" And then I showed another friend, (and keep in mind, we're sitting on the gym floor), and he said "Ummm.... You should put that away..." As I was about to, someone kind of far away brought out a gun to show us, and lifted it right into the air while they were sitting down. I gave them a thumbs up, and they threw the gun to me and I caught it, but then I noticed someone out of the corner of my right eye, and tossed the gun to my friend (The second one I mentioned), and he caught it.The person I noticed out of the corner of my eye turned out to be a police officer. O_O All the while, I was trying to put my handgun away, but it was in plain sight. The officer saw my friend with the gun in his hand that I tossed to him (which kind of looked like a rifle or shotgun) and he took his nightstick and basically just bonked him on the head with it. It didn't seem like he hit him hard but it knocked him out. The officer then said something like "No more of that." and then kind of started to report the incident to everyone out loud. "We discovered an entirely different weapon on top." (meaning my gun) But before he could knock me out with the nightstick, I woke up. Kind of felt like I commanded myself to wake up too. Almost like I was lucid at the very end of the dream. What I find strange is that.... The officer's voice... I don't even know that voice... It's said that in dreams, everyone we see is someone we know or have seen one time or another... The officer... I swear I've never seen or heard this guy before until this dream. When I woke up though, I started looking for my gun for some reason. ...lol ...So yeah, once again, another semi-lucid dream. I'm having a lot of these now. Perhaps it means I'm close to becoming regularly lucid?

Before I went to sleep, I read Orcs and wrote some stuff down in my notebook for a map of mine. The last thing I had was a cup of tea and a mint biscuit. I tried to WILD but fell asleep too fast.

In some sort of clothes designer’s studio with some well dressed staff, I and another guy are challenged to a drinking contest of sorts. They fill three shot glasses with a liquid that looks like scotch and gave one to me, one to the other guy and one to a model with very frizzy hair. The aim is to drink it and last the longest without panicking for some reason. I outlast the model and my “friend”, the latter diving out a window while the former runs out the door.

My memory is fuzzy at this point but somehow I end up clinging to my friend who is hanging outside the windows, climbing them. We pass a clown on the phone who has taken a shower but kept the makeup on, two mafia guys arguing and finally a woman that pushes us off the wall.

We’re back in the studio when someone mentions that there’s a trip to Zombie Island coming up. Some fat guy with glasses offers a thousand pounds to come, I can only offer five hundred. So I go to speak with the guy organizing it in a crowded street. The fat guy comes too. The organizer is very tall and seems to be a floating large suit in a crowded street of businessmen, none of whom find this unusual. He reminds me of the Slenderman. I look at his reflection then look back and he is there. Shorter now, his overall appearance seems to be a cross between Montgomery Flange from the Mighty Boosh and some English aristocrat. He says Zombie Island is leaving via steamship.

Back at the studio again, before the trip to Zombie Island, I am turning green in the mirror and apply makeup so I don’t look like a zombie. However, I get into an argument with a makeup artist and turn myself blue but decide to leave anyway.

I woke up after this, too early, and decided to try MILDing. It might have been a false awakening. Either way, MILD didn’t take.

[COLOR="royalblue"]Non-Aware (Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="blue"]Partially Aware (Lucid Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="navy"]Fully Aware and Vivid (Astral Projection(OOBE)[/COLOR]

Tonight I went to bed 23:27, it's still pretty late but it's at lest not as late as the other night.
I fell asleep in a sitting position, but I kept waking up all the time and that leaved me very tired, I never reached my "dream flashes either". :(

[COLOR="royalblue"]I remember some vivid dream from this night. I had some dream about a girl I never had met before, but in this dream I felt complete and total happiness by just holding her hand. :shock: I remember that some friend started yelling at me"Stop flirting and lets go!". We were late for a train or something, I don't remember.
Not long after this I start hearing a sound of vibration, I woke up and saw that my Iphone MSN was boombarded by messages. I wrote the first thing that come to mind "Ur a b*tch u woke me up". Lol pretty random to call my friend Daniel a b*tch. The time was only 06:00 so I thought it was a good time for a WBTB. I went up and chatted for an hour and then went back to bed.

I did a WILD attempt and I heard a tone in my ears and I started daydreaming a little. I got some random thoughts but I never got the the spitted-mind state of dream flashes, so nothing really happened. Then I fell asleep...
I were playing a game with my friend, but we were both in it, viewing it in first person. I remember we took a red slide down from the sky and that at one point the friction of such a long ride made me burn myself. It hurt so bad and I am still surprised of the pain I felt in that dream. When we reached the bottom we saw a small house with a sign "Take what ever you want" on the door. We opened a locker and saw lots and lots of alcohol. :shadewink:
I saw some yellow bottle and thought to myself "Awesome Pina Colada!" and my friend Simon grabbed all that he could find. When we went out of the house with our hands full of alcohol we met some older ladies who said that they knew my aunt. "Great to meet you" I said. We talked for a bit and my cousins also was there. And I remember that I asked if they knew who Tony was. They said "Yeah I think it's a guy from the military.

Then I woke up. [/COLOR]

I only remembered snippets of my dreams last night. I get the impression that there was a bit more happening while I dreamt but, perhaps that didn't pass into my conscious mind

First, I just remember there being a large pokemon (Carracosta), standing on the common near my house. In itself, this isn't particularly surprising, since Carracosta is one of the pokemon I'm using in my current game.
Only it was massive, way bigger than that thing is normally supposed to be. It would have dwarfed the biggest oak tree nearby, if I had been imagining it (I think there was just the idea of the common, none of the fine details of it.)

Viewing in the third person, as if a spectator, I remember a large book being held up against the enormous creature. It was bound in navy-blue. I'm not sure whether it was me holding it up, and I was having an out-of-body-experience, whether it was someone else or even if the book was just floating there of its own accord.

Then, what I can only describe as a gigantic, food-based laser (actually kind of looked like brown vomit ) came out of the book and went through Carracosta. If the Pokemon reacted to this strange attack, I don't remember it. I assume the dream 'crashed' after that.

Later, I remember being a child version of myself, playing with a toy train set. I get the impression that the there was something good inside the carriages but I have no idea now what it was, or even whether I did know back then. I remember my mum sitting nearby with another woman, presumably a friend of hers. They were discussing dreams - I think some of the dialogue might have been borrowed from the IRC chat last night. My mum was saying over and over that dreams were important, but that you should alwayshave a methods to escape from them.

Man, this dream stuff is just chock-full of 'if's and 'whether's!

I was walking down a street wanting ice cream. I passed a McDonald, Dairy Queen and an ice cream shop. I went back to DQ and when I was looking at the menu, P.W. came inside and went out the backdoor as a shortcut. The menu had two sections, one was a blending? option and the other is topping. The first section had different colors roses and the second one had chocolate chips, sprinkles, etc. I decided on red roses and chocolate chips after thinking for a while. I remember thinking how the ice cream color would look with red and brown. I don't remember if I got the ice cream or not tho.

I was outside at a deserted area, a leader asked me to throw a grenade and I threw it without pulling the trigger. He asked me again to throw it at the second row of walls, not the first since it's our defense. He said it's alright if I did throw it at the first wall cause it's easy to replace it. I repeated his instruction to him twice to make sure I got it down. I don't remember if I threw the grenade or not. --- I was inside a ballroom and it was filled with our enemies, we were all fighting. I still have the task of throwing grenade so I ran nervously up a makeshift stair that my team put up. As I get near the end, an old man on my right stabbed me with a needle. He was the leader from the opposite side. My leg went weak for a second. The grenade I was holding was really tiny, like a lip balm case. I twisted it in halves and threw it. It landed in front of me on the edge of the stair. I kicked it to the enemy wall and it went off. The explosion was so small that it didn't even do any damage at all. The enemies laughed.

08/10/2012
12:30AM - 9:30AM

I haven't updated my journal in a while. The following dream happened this morning on the 10th August.

It was early in the day, and as it turns out, a French citizen who Patrick Geryl, a 2012 survivalist partnered up with, was going off to Israel.

Friday morning. I'm browsing through the Barometer Bob show. It turns out that the host was ill the previous night, and so one viewer comments on the Stormchat group on Facebook, "I wasn't planning on this".

Well, I'm back at my high school now. Apparently this was a school day in the middle of summer, and I'm talking to this girl about something I saw on twitter the other day.

"Say, did you hear about that article?"

"What article?" she says, apparently full of interest.

"That one about the fact that apparently, psychiatrists will suspect that you're a psychopath if you don't have a Facebook account!"

"Really? That's pretty funny!"

Now, I don't know what it was about this particular conversation. Maybe it's the fact that I never talked to her much, or that she was originally planning on majoring in psychology, or even the school she's going to. But something about the talk makes me wonder whether she really liked me. Whatever it was, she looked awfully beautiful that morning.

FOSSIL FOUND IN ORDOVICIAN ROCK

Somewhere around this time there's a discovery made of a large vertebrate fossil near Udora, Ontario, about 30 km NE or ENE of a town called Newmarket. We find the specimen neatly preserved in igneous rock.

This doesn't make any sense. Much of Southern Ontario was covered by seawater during the Ordovician, meaning that nearly all the rock would be limestone, not volcanic. And there weren't a lot of vertebrates to speak of.

I'm compelled to write a fairly comprehensive Wikipedia article, and it turns out to be quite long as well.

Back in Israel, I'm visiting a special agency website. As it turns out, it's offering a journalism job to "entrepreneurial Facebook users", whatever that meant.

Somehow, I'm back at my high school again, attending a graduation convocation for band students in the music room who will be leaving for the year. Someone gives out between three and ten tips for future students, and they're quite worth paying attention to.

I'm in the world of Stephen King's Dark Tower series. Specifically, I'm in Calla Bryn Sturgis with Eddie and either Susannah or Jake, plus a townperson I can't remember. Someone (one of us? who?) is being taught how to "throw the dish." We're standing next to a porch of a wooden country house in a field of beautiful, wavy green grass.

[I wake up from this scene and am convinced something is crawling on my leg. I leap out of bed and try to get it off. I have an idea that it's something from the Dark Tower world that will kill me if I let it bite me, which will only happen if I stay still, so I pace around my room for about 20 seconds until reality sets in.]

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I'm in the upstairs bathroom of the house in Bolton (pre-renovation). Heidi is with me, standing just outside in the hallway. In the bathtub there's a little dish set into the wall with a small white plastic octopus/squid? on it. I touch it and for some reason have the idea that its name is Loly. I turn to Heidi and say jokingly, "Run Loly Run." She looks blank. "You know, like Run Lola Run? The movie?" I find it strange that she doesn't know what I'm talking about. Then for some reason I start trying to describe what an underwater reenactment of Run Lola Run, starring the octopus instead of Franka Potente, would look like. I forget most of this explanation (it obviously is pretty nonsensical) but at one point there is a giant hand that reaches down from the sky and into the water. At some point during my explanation I realize I am not talking to Heidi, but to a little kid that I identify as Ronan, even though he's too old to actually be my brother.

Start out in the middle of target, (think I've had a dream about buying videogames at target before) and my dad and I just fill our cart with random obscure and formless items. Then I go over to the shoes section and put some American Eagle socks in the cart.

Obscure dream about an aircraft carrier type ship that covered about 3/4 of the atlantic ocean. I think it was intended to be some giant artificial country.

I was at the headquarters of some giant company, looked like the designs for the new Apple HQ, I was doing some sort of volunteer work. At some point I got hired. I remember a theme of suspicion. Someone was up to something evil there, and the whole dream I was just sort of snooping around.

08-07-12 -- I'm outside some sort of diner somewhere, no idea where, and I'm just about to climb into my car, but I'm having to deal with a bunch of young punks in the area, trying to stir up trouble. Just as I am about to drive away, the worst of the local punks pulls up in a fancy extended bed pick-up truck. The kid is either the obnoxious Kobra Kai from Karate Kid or the punk from Heavenly Kid, slim blond haired punk. Anyway, he drives into the parking garage outside the diner and starts shooting things up. I pull out my digital camera, and start snapping a few pictures of him and the damage he is doing.

Still trying to leave, but now some of the other punks are trying to blame the damage he did on me, and I'm afraid if I just drive off, I'll make myself look guilty. Soon I am in a friend's car, instead, but he is a horrible driver, and quickly runs into something. We pull the car free, and he backs up, but is then driving on the wrong side of the road, and wherever we move to, he is in the wrong place to pick us up.

Soon we're kind of being chased by a cop, and we're trying to stay out of his way and out of sight. Instead, we're soon eating lunch with him, and he is the parent of one of my friends. (And actually he's Captain Stacy from the new Spider-Man movie.) He doesn't like me, because he kind of believes what the punks have told him, blaming me for the damage at the diner.

After we finish eating, the punk in the truck is back. He is trying to threaten me, but I try to make a deal with him. I show him the photographic proof of him shooting up the diner. He says he'll beat me up and steal the camera, but I tell him he doesn't have the negatives. He tells me he does too have negatives, and pulls some out to show me, but I tell him he doesn't have the negatives of my photos showing his guilt. I tell him I have them hidden away, but if he'll make a deal with me, I won't turn them in to the cops.

He asks what the deal is. I tell him he can't pick on us anymore, he has to tell his friends that we're 'all right.' and he has to help us with a few very minor favors in the future. He counters with the first two parts, but only one future favor, and I agree. He drives off and leaves us alone. Now Captain Stacy is mad at me, saying I perverted the course of justice. I pointed out that even when I explained who did do the damage, he was trying to pin it on me, so I don't really care about his opinion.

About this time, I find myself standing next to a vending machine and starting to hit the coin return to see if it will give me any change. Somehow instead of change, dollars start coming out, and I'm sticking my hand further and further in the slot pulling out more and more bills until soon I'm pulling hundreds and hundreds of bills out of an ATM machine and sticking huge wads of cash in my pockets. Nice!

By this point, it is 20 pound notes I am pulling from the machine, and I am in England. The cop is still chasing me, and there are hints of past dreams I've dreamed, including the NCIS/goblin dream. There is also something about some lady who I somehow changed a bit (like Arthur Stuart in the Alvin Maker books which I've just been listening to), and because of this, they are accusing me of killing her.

I'm still running from the cop, and start looking for a bus, hoping I can jump on it and get away. I am looking for signs for the bus going to Cambridge, but I think to myself that might take too long, and start heading for the train station, instead.

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

I am in the Olympics but the event is very strange. We are diving under water for something, then people had to exactly repeat the dive. I am cracking mad jokes and people are laughing. Bowler Brian Voss is there too.

Dream 2:

I am at a strip club with my wife and I am talking to some guys that showed up from their softball game. We are talking about beaches in Orange County. I am trying to get my wife to have a couples lap dance for $100 with me and I almost had her. Finally she gets mad and walks out of the room. I get a lap dance by myself from the stripper who is very pretty - blond with some actresses face.

After a while two guys appear in the left periphery of my vision and the stripper goes into the back room. The look on her face gave me the feeling that this is all a setup and the two guys who walked in are going to rob me. There are now just the two guys who just walked in and another guy next to me. One of the guys walks towards us and starts asking strange questions while his accomplice locks all of the doors. I know that I am in big trouble.

The guy who was asking questions walks towards the door that my wife exited through and starts shooting at us. I blocked the bullets by picking up the pool table and moving it up and down depending on where he aims the gun. Somehow I know that he is going to go outside and kill my wife so I decide to fight. I throw the pool table at the man with the gun and the guy next to make follows my lead. He jumps on the guy after I throw the table at him and kicks his ass. I finish him off by gauging his chest with a pipe. His accomplice is dead now too - not sure who killed him. My leg hurts and someone is helping me wrap it.

Dream 3:

I am having trouble with my hair gel at a big party.

Math Congruence

I'm working through a packet on a math topic related to congruence of some kind. It's kind of a competition: a bunch of us got this packet at the same time, and we're trying to see who can work through the material the quickest. The material is really interesting.

Math Competition

I walk into the lecture hall where I'll be doing a math competition. A lot of people are already there, so it is difficult for me to find a seat. There are very few places in the room with three empty seats in a row, so I'll have to sit next to somebody. I find a relatively empty spot over by the left, but the seats are tilted strangely (and they're column-shaped, like a bar stool or something?) so it's very uncomfortable. I'm prepared to stick it out, but then a girl mentions to me that she thinks they're uncomfortable, and I immediately assure her that I'm going to move. Peer pressure, eh. Looks like there might be some empty seats on the other side of the room.

They hand out the tests face up, and I start working. Then a proctor comes along the row and pats my test, signaling me gently that I shouldn't have started yet. Apparently they wanted to show a video first? Or I'm just supposed to have written my name, then stopped? I can't quite work out what I did wrong, but I feel embarrassed nonetheless.

07-23-2012 -- I'm just hanging around the Hickory house when I realize it is the end of the world. People are running around, freaking out, yelling, screaming, and trying to connect with people for the last few days of existence, kind of making me think of Seeking a Friend for the End of the World, which I have never seen, but only heard of. That's just the kind of vibe this had.

Soon I find myself at a shopping mall somewhere, probably in Santa Ana or Westminster, or somewhere fairly far from Buena Park. The world is still ending, and everybody is freaking, and I can't leave the place until I can catch the 42 bus. (Really a route I used to ride in the area.) Unfortunately, while dozens of buses come by, none are the 42.

I'm getting more and more annoyed, and there is a cop that is starting to hassle me for some reason. Meanwhile, Wolverine is running down the street jumping from car roof to car roof and damaging them in the process, and I can't help but wonder why the cop doesn't go hassle him, or maybe the Incredible Hulk, who is also rampaging through the area. But no, the guy keeps hassling me. Reminds me of Captain Stacy from the new Spider-Man movie, which makes sense, considering.

Stacy has decided to arrest me and take me in (no idea what for), and he is opening some strange, round vault-like equipment locker that seems to be in a tree or something, and as he is looking for equipment, I spot my web shooters inside it, and grab them. I quickly start to strap them to my wrists, and realize now that I have my web shooters, I no longer need to wait for the 42 route.

Captain Stacy is trying to grab me, and for some reason my web shooters are kind of mis-timing their firing, so I can't web sling nearly as smoothly as I would like. Seems like half the time I try to shoot off a line and nothing happens, so I try again, and both lines fire at the same time, tangling with each other. From the same kind of mishap, I can barely get more than a few feet off the ground for a bit, which makes it a really rather poor escape ... but it works. Kind of.

Soon I have things straightened out a bit more, and am actually swinging around the buildings downtown. (No idea downtown where.) Soon there is a flying saucer chasing me, big enough to be a threat, small enough to be maneuverable, and looking like a classic flying saucer, perhaps like from My Favorite Martian. I'm dodging this way and that, but can't lose them at first. Then I sling myself through a gap in a very large skyscraper, and the aliens decide they will just pick me up on the other side of the building.

But I don't fly through. Instead, I swing toward the full-sized baseball stadium located inside this huge building, and decide to take in the game. I spot a nice, cool pool located right behind home plate with some attractive ladies sunbathing in it, and I launch myself in the air above it. While in freefall I strip off my costume, except for my mask, and plunge into the water. I get a slight bit of a feel of a blonde in a really tiny bikini, then pick up the blonde in the nice charcoal business suit sitting in the pool next to me (yes, full business suit in the pool) and pull her into my lap. If it's the end of the world, forget fighting idiot aliens, I seem to have decided to have some fun!