non-lucid

I was in my house before it was being renovate. My main activity was in the kitchen to my second guest room. Seems like I sleep in the kitchen room too. There, I remember I fall from the bed as I thought "earth quack?"

I saw the ceiling was wet from the water tank leakage above it and about to collapse.

When I enter the guest room there were guest inside and I need to attend to them too.

Next thing I know I need to manage raw livestock too.

I get frustrated and I snap. "Why is it always me who do all that?" I said as I make a tantrum.

Then I wake up.

Weeew another dream! this one takes place in somewhere cold.( I know this because G wanted me to look something up, said her brother used to do it in Minnesota, but here it would be snowing too much.)
Before this, M and I were at my house when I woke up and she came back , after seeing another guy. She said she would never see him again. She was apologizing the whole time, because were on vacation with G. I said "i'm just sorry you had to see him while we are on vacation." I asked if they did it, got no reply. I was planning on never eating again because I was so disgusted. While M was eating everything in sight. I thought o myself, maybe this is why I have this body and M and MG do not. They dealt with stress in the opposite unhealthy way. i took G to another store, and saw M come out from the one she was in, while I pretended to be interacting with G. I think she was wearing fishnets lol.I told her I knew it bc of how early she left, her fashion etc.Then I asked this guy while he was getting noodles (?) supposedly my brown-skinned brother, what he does when he's mad at M. He didn't reply. At school I was in drivers ed, RC talked a little bit . I didn't talk much. Then we were in the lobby of my school and RC approached me . I was cross-legged and rc standing up, some friends around. He asked how I did on the driver simulator. I had no idea what he was talking about, felt dizzy. Someone spat on me as they talked. Then I ask RC if he had a facebook /(knowing he did) and for his last name and he said "C..." he knew I knew the answers to my questions. Embarassed I asked a stupid question, I chased down another "friend" of mine v and asked the same questions, except learning from the last name incidence, I asked if I could add him, instead of what his ln was. He replied "yea!", he was very smiley which was a lil bit weird. I left school to find freshies running to their parents. I walked out seeing someone from the back look like L. I never found out who it was...then I kept walking home, but I didn't get far before I wished MG was there to walk me home , but I was a junior. A Dream character mom smiled at me sweetly. I smiled back, but had no idea why were smiling.Then we were getting chased I walked down l street and there were new restaurants placed down. i was trying to run home but I saw a fence and a man sitting in it. I said sorry prematurely, hew woke up and said ok but I was already out of sight. Ran through an alley . Then I became 4th person? Two guys chased this one killed him, with a cop around the corner. Then cop came back and she was a dumb one. She was like let's get this to her partner they screamed when they saw the two guys. They held a search and read notes but disbanded one because they author had no father. During a race, the cops also refereed, they started when a blonde girl had the lead. I was thinking "this is hilarious, these cops are perfect stereotypes, they ignore the evidence to just make cliche'd statements and then they were racist.! I think I might have woken up ? I then started my summer reads and realized "shit!" i have 2 books and packets, for some reason I thought I only had 1 and I waited last minute to read them .
Another dream sign I was brushing my teeth, and I have two sinks next to eachother, but the faucet was facing in the other direction, i didn't bother changing it.

Non-Dream Dream

Dream 1: I am in line at a baseball game with AC and my dad.

Dream 2: My cat Sonny falls in the pool while chasing our other cat. I am not scared or worried - I just slowly walk toward him just in case he can't get out. He calmly swims to the edge of the pool and gets out. I look at my wife and say "well now we know!"

Dream 3: Some retired baseball player (can't remember who) is hitting fly balls to me and I am catching them bare handed.

I wake up at around 4:17am and these are the dream fragments I remeber

the avatar ange is sick he has been posioned I think im ange too

When I wake up im naushis and feel sick I cant shake the feeling till I get up in the morning

I can remember three dreams from last night. In the first, I was playing Sims 3. My Sim (a woman, by the way) was trapped in one room of the house. There were no doors in the room she was in (for those who don't know, the game has a top-down view, so I could see her and everything perfectly fine). Suddenly, I was given the option to allow her to fly so she could get out of the room she was trapped in. I clicked "No", but she started flying anyway, so I tried to quit the game. For some reason, there was no option to quit without saving, but I really did NOT want to save.

I can barely remember the next dream. I remember going up into this treehouse where there were these ghost girls. There were three, I think. It seemed totally normal at the time.

In the third dream, I was at home. My mom told me it was almost time for bed. I reminded her that I'd only just gotten up. She informed me that I'd gone back to bed. I figured out that that must have meant I'd slept all day long, though I didn't even remember going to bed. Then, she said something weird.

"That's just a typical schooler day; if you were very hungry, you don't remember anything," she told me. I still wasn't convinced I'd lost my memory of the entire day. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:45 (presumably PM). I somehow also inferred that it was April 12, which was (apparently) yesterday's date! I'd somehow jumped back in time! Well, that, or... I could be dreaming...

As soon as I started to suspect it was a dream, I woke up, unfortunately.

I was outside, and water had flooded everything around the apartment in Whitefish. Kyle and his dog were there. I watched them move around on the water. Oh, there's so much more, but I can't quite access it.

Ok so I was in my elementary school's field, and i was with some of my friends, plus these 5 other guys who were like basketball players, and yes they were black... anyways we had basketballs and we traded them in or something, to get Dr. Pepper... O_o But the basketball players wanted Pepsi... Which you needed to trade in a football to get... but there were bullies that had the footballs, so the basketball players wanted to go and steal them. So i remember us actually getting 5 footballs. then i picked them all up and brought them back to where we were before... and the basketball players got the pepsi they wanted... Also this was semi-lucid too because i remember that i realized i was in the dream, but i wanted to show those bullies who's boss. So that's pretty much the end of the dream. I hope to go fully lucid again, eventually, but it's kinda difficult for me to do... It has been lately O_o

I was in a store at the mall with a friend. I was looking through dresses for prom, I pick them up and put them down. I came across this white dress with beads at the collar, it was almost like a flapper dress except that it's way too big. --- I was walking with P.W. through the mall, I was wearing a mint green short dress with lace as my prom dress. She pulled them hem of my dress up for some reason, it gave me a wedgie. I pulled her dress too as payback, it was a long black dress, it didn't work. I wondered why and and she told me I was wearing the wrong underwear. We met up with two girls, one is my friend and the other is an acquaintance. I looked at the other girl and she was wearing the same dress as me, awkward.

I was in a school office with A.A. (The office looks very familiar, like I've seen it in another dream). She went through a room to another room and I waited outside the first room. I looked in and there was a banner with "SHERLOCK" on it. A teacher/employee came out of the room squealing "Sherlock" and I squealed back. We looked at each other for a moment, and she took some paper out of a metal file cabinet. It was two of the same paper, I picked one up and she told me that it's a meet up so I can make my own emergency bag. She talked about it like it was a really special and great opportunity. My friend came back and I pointed to the banner, I expected her to fangirl with me but she din't.

I was walking through a mall with A.A., we spot an unusual ice cream store on our left. It was Japanese like, it had a lot of flavors and toppings. A lady in the back announced that the black sesame ice cream is where she's standing. I thought it was either today's special or they've always make it, like a regular flavor since it's not with the other flavors. I saw the server dig his spoon to the ceiling of the refrigerate case for ice cream. We went in and grabbed our bowls. I saw an ice cream flavor on display, it was in the shape of a glazed cake slice. A.A. got some sesame ice cream and when it was my turn, there wasn't much left and it wasn't what I expected. It was just a tiny brown chunk with syrup, it wouldn't even fill a spoon but the lady still gave it to me anyway.

08/02/2012
1:30AM - 10AM

I was hanging out at a grad party. I was kind of sad because, in the dream, my boyfriend died. And the one before him died as well. So I really wasn't in the mood for a party.

One of my coworkers noticed this, and came over to talk about it. We had a lengthy discussion, and decided to meet up the next day as well.

This went on for awhile until we became relationship status.

At that time, I started hearing a woman's voice in my head. She was narrating my actions.

This creeped me out.

The entire dream would have reminded me of Stranger Than Fiction if it were not for the fact that I realized that this woman was also following me.

"Why are you following me?!" I asked her.

"I would like to see how my story is going to pan out," she responded, cooly.

"Excuse me, your story?"

"I'm writing a new tragedy novel. And you are the main character," she explained.

Fuck. Tragedy may be my favorite genre, but I never wanted to be the main character in one.

"If I'm the main character, can I at least know the plot?" I asked.

"Wouldn't that ruin things?"

"I think I deserve to know," I whispered angrily.

She hesitated and then replied, "You are the main character of my new tragedy novel. In which you will have 5 lovers, and slowly each one of them will die. I see that you have made it to lover number three."

"And you are going to sit here and watch me suffer?"

"Yes, to capture the emotion, of course," she responded as if this was a casual, everyday occurrence.

I stared at her short, brown hair that was done into a pixie hair cut. She was only an inch or two taller than me. If it weren't for the two men following her, I would have socked her in the face. What an insensitive bitch.

I thought about ways that I could derail her plan. My current boyfriend, who was now lover number three, was probably already destined to die.

But, perhaps if we could run from her then she wouldn't be able to witness the plot. Which would mean no story for her to capture. And maybe then she would give up.

I ran with this idea. Literally.

I took my boyfriend by the arm and ran. I was trying to explain things to him along the way. Trying to piece together the puzzle and trying to escape her view.

I decided that our best bet for now would be to hide in the back of a shop in town while we were out of her view. I predicted that if she couldn't find us then she might look elsewhere, and then we could make a cleaner escape.

My boyfriend and I ran through an alleyway and I opened the door to the back of a shop and...What the serious fuck?



It looked as if we had just opened a door straight into the world of Das singende, klingende Bäumchen.

At first, I was stunned. And then I was still stunned. But we had to keep running.

And then a rhino came out behind the bush and killed him. Just like that and it was over.

I wondered if I had played right into her hands. I wondered if, perhaps, it was actually essential to the plot that I knew the storyline so that I could attempt to avoid it and therefore cause the deaths anyways, spinning it full force into a tragedy.

That insensitive bitch.

I walked out of the strange room and back into town.

I thought to myself, you just watch. I'll ruin your story. I won't fall in love with anyone. I'll keep to myself and your story will be toast.

So I did just that. I shut out anyone who tried to talk to me. I hurt their feelings. It was hard, but I had to. I had no other choice.

The hardest person to shut out was an old friend of mine. I could tell he was deeply concerned. This wasn't like me at all.

He pleaded to me to tell him what was wrong. It was so difficult to hold back. My voice yelled hurtful things towards him, but my eyes pleaded for forgiveness.

"Zukin, I don't care what it's about. You know you can tell me anything."

I had to say something that would make him leave immediately, because I didn't know how much longer I could hold back these tears.

"You don't listen or care, you're insensitive just like everyone else and I wish you would leave so that I never would ever have to see your face again!" I thought that would do it.

He hesitated for a moment before responding, "that's okay. I will leave once you tell me what is bothering you. And then, if you still want me to leave, I will."

Fuck.

This man was determined to know the truth. He was playing right into the author's hands. I couldn't hold back the pain any longer so I rationalized it with: it will all be okay as long as we don't fall in love.

So I told him everything. He was shocked and then reached over to give me a hug. I felt shivers run down my spine. I already knew this was the beginning of the end for him.

I immediately wanted to take back all the words I said. I wished I hadn't given into the pain. I wish we had never even met so he wouldn't have to experience this fate.

I knew somewhere, the author of my story was watching from a distance and smirking. I had played right into her hands again.

I immediately knew that we had to get out of her sight. I feared that we would have that same fate as the last lover.

I felt as if she was following right behind me, smirking. I knew that she was getting steadily closer, ready to watch closely as the fourth lover died. She was ready to leech off of the pain and suffering.

Before making any impulsive decisions, I tried to plan our route of escape carefully. This time there wouldn't be any errors. We would be in control of OUR story.

We escaped to my house. I was planning on us hiding in the basement until she had left. I knew the basement well of any dangers. I knew exactly what to avoid there, and exactly how to escape if needed.

We opened the door to the cellar and...What the serious fuck? Again?



Both of us were instantly trapped in the same world as my last lover and I had been trapped in. This was creepy as shit.

"Be careful, there will be something in the bushes over there waiting to attack you," I whispered to him.

We slowly passed the bushes before an alligator emerged. It snapped its jaws at us threateningly.

"RUN!!!" He yelled, trying to prevent the alligator from attacking me.

"It's after you, not me!"

"JUST RUN!!!" He demanded.

I followed his demands and ran through the pathway, worrying about him all along. The pathway slowly transformed into the hallway of a house.

I wondered where on Earth I was.

There was a door at the end of the hallway. I opened it and hid inside.

After a couple minutes, I heard the door squeak open. It was him! He had made it out alive! I nearly screamed in joy. Her plan had failed! We were escaping and we were going to make it out alive.

"Where are we?" He whispered. The room was dark, with only a little light beginning to come in from dawn.

I flipped the light switch on.

We were standing in a little girl's room. And the little girl was laying on her bed, looking over at us - horrified.

I quickly put my hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming and whispered, " you have to promise us that you will be quiet."

She nodded her blonde head in obedience.

I had a weird feeling that this little girl was the author's daughter.

We stood there for a few minutes, debating on what to do next.

And then the door slowly creaked open. My heart pounded before I realized that it was one of my coworkers.

"...Why are you guys in here?" She questioned, completely puzzled.

"We're just hiding, we'll be gone soon," I whispered.

"From who?"

"It doesn't matter. Just promise us you won't let anyone know that we're here," I urged.

She looked at us with a blank stare for a moment and then murmured a hesitant agreement. She closed the door and left.

We thought we were safe until the door creaked open again. It was the author.

My coworker was standing behind her.

"I see you've stumbled into my daughters' room," she smirked, "thought you could run, aye?"

We didn't answer her. I exchanged glances with my partner. He looked horrified.

"Well. It looks like your actions, Zukin, have lead your partner to his untimely demise. You were going so strong, too. How unfortunate," she sneered.

Her daughter then took out a pocket knife. I lurched in front of him, shielding him from the knife.

He pushed me back, trying to protect me.

"Dammit, you don't understand! She's trying to kill YOU not me!" I screamed, still trying to protect him from the knife. I knew she wouldn't kill off her main character just yet.

He pushed me back just as her daughter stabbed him in the neck with the knife. I let out a defeated scream, devastated.

In tears, I looked up at the author and cried out, "are you happy now?"

"Quite. But our story isn't finished yet," she exclaimed, "Get up."

I refused.

"We have yet to reach the climax," she smirked.

I prayed for the energy to leap out and punch her in the face, but I was hovered over my dead lover. Mourning.

Her assistant grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out of the room. He threw me into a car where the four of us drove off.

I wondered what the climax of the story was. She said I was going to have five lovers. I had exhausted four already.

If we were about to reach the climax, then the climax would be with my fifth lover. Our love would undoubtedly be stronger than all four lovers put together, thus the fall would be much worse.

Even though I didn't even know this person yet, I knew that if our love was going to be that deep, then I would give anything for him. Including my life.

I thought about ending it.

If I committed suicide, then I would save his life.

But, could suicide actually be the climax of the story?

I knew I had two choices. I could either 1. Wait it out, fall in love with the fifth lover and then watch him die or, 2. Commit suicide and save his life.

I wasn't sure which storyline the author had in mind, but I decided to be safe and go for the second choice - suicide.

We pulled over at a gas station to stop for gas.

"Do you want anything to eat?" She asked me.

"Sure."

"What will it be?" She asked.

"Let me come in to the gas station and take a look at what they have," I plotted.

While the author her two assistants payed for gas at the register, I took a look around. I pretended to be looking for something to eat, but in reality, I was looking for anything that I could overdose on.



I hid behind the isle and opened up a large packet of pills and shoved all of them into my mouth as fast as I could. The more - the better. I didn't know how much time I had left before they would come around the isle and see.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" The author screamed and threw the bottle of pills from my hand.

It's too late for you now, I thought. And smirked back at her.

"You fucking prick!" She shrieked.

I had swallowed more than enough needed for death, I knew that for sure because I had already gotten half way through the second bottle.

"You've ruined my novel! Fucking asshole!" She stomped around before grabbing me by the hair and throwing me onto the ground outside.

Sleepiness was beginning to overcome me, I felt a sense of dread as death approached, but I knew that in the process my reasoning had been correct, and by killing myself I was saving the life of a person I would have loved immensely and otherwise given up my life for.

I felt everything slowing down and getting black as death approached - and I knew that I had won.

Ok so I broke up with my boyfriend a week ago and this is when this dream started! For the past 6 days its been the same dream.
The dream inside the dream is me at a party with alot of friends and this one guy I've had a crush on for a while (Austin) now was there and he was following me around the party and grabbing my hands and waist like we were a couple and i was walking around as if i was trying to make sure none of my crazy party animal friends didnt get hurt.Which is really weird because im crazy like that i dont know why i took this role of a "chaperone" in this dream.Then a while after i would wake from that dream and i would be in the other dream where i am laying down and that guy (austin) is on the foot of my bed sitting watching me and my band director is looking at me standing over austin and my best friend is turned around facing the wall. My band director looks angry and Austin looks like he wants to say something but no one talks.Then i wake up

I dont understand why this is a recurring dream, maybe my band director being there was a sign that i should practice because band camp starts in 2 weeks and we need music memorized but it was just weird like i've never had a dream like this recurring so often exactly the same

01.08.2012

Surrounded House (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm in my old house with my family, though it looks very different. Each room is divided into a grid, and I'm in the process of marking the floor under everything we want to keep, each mark applying to everything in the vertical space above it.

The reason I do this is because a crowd of people have surrounded our house, and don't want us to leave for some reason. In the back of my mind I get the feeling they plan on setting fire to the house. I need to mark our most important possessions in order to save them from being destroyed.

My dad suggests my sister, mum and I go out first, as we're more likely to get through the crowd, as it's him they want. Again, I have no idea why they want us, but I suspect they aren't afraid to use violence.

"I'll just fight my way through them" I suggest, but we all know it's not a good idea.

Unfortunately there was no conclusion to this dream

01.08.2012

Car Crash (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm travelling in the back of a police car (though not because I'm in trouble) with a woman driving and a bearded man in the passenger seat.

Just as the man notices something strange, we swerve unexplainably, crash and flip multiple times. None of us are injured.

I then see a nervous, insecure man who's suing the woman driver for a lot of money. His snobby parents tell him that they're finally proud of him, as if the money he's winning from the case is the same as him earning as respectable wage for once.

08-02-2012 -- Its late at night, and I am in a room on the third floor of a beat-up, worn house. There may have been lots of interesting things getting me here, and involving people and chases and stuff ... I have the barest hints of such in my mind. Unfortunately, if there are, I can't remember them, though details are pretty good from this point on. I'm kind of tired, and am thinking of sleeping, perhaps after just a tiny bit of 'private time' to aid in sleeping. Unfortunately the door to the room won't lock, or even properly latch. There are some guys out in the halls who seem to be playing football or something, and they keep bumping the door and knocking it open.

I go out and try to talk to them about it, and one of them (who makes me think of Ogre from Revenge of the Nerds) points out there is a note from the landlord on the door saying it is never to be completely shut because it would be a fire hazard. By this time the door has vanished, and it is now a bit of a mattress that has been leaned against the door, instead. I am trying to find a way to position it so it will leave a gap of several inches at the very top, where it will still allow some privacy, rather than at the side. Just can't get it to stay that way.

Suddenly my third floor room is very rickety, and the only access is an unstable staircase which seems to be turning into an even more unstable ladder. As the football players wander a few feet, a blonde who I think is Billie Piper has come over to speak to me for a few minutes, then wants to get back to the ground floor. She is afraid to try the ladder, however, so has put on a climbing harness is is going to kind of scale her way down, except I have to use a rope/bungie sort of contraption to lower her down, as well. She's scared, and things aren't working too well at first, but I release some of the tension, and soon have her at a point where she only has to drop about a foot to the ground on the outside of the house. This has also lowered me to the ground on the inside of the house.

I head out a door where the football players are, and I find myself in a mall. It is still the middle of the night, mall has long been closed, and we are the mall security. [Possibly inspired by a conversation with somebody working mall security on here last night before I went to bed.] There are several people wandering around when they shouldn't be, and we start to try and run them out. I take a minute to walk in a restroom, turn on a light, and relieve myself. For some reason I am about a foot long. I'm thinking that is kind of cool, but as I fasten my pants I am now perhaps four feet long, the end of myself trailing out my trousers on the ground, and with a faucet on the end of it. It is some sort of joke item, and as I come out of the restroom like that, and we're walking back toward the house, the football players are joking about it.

As we walk along, the site has kind of turned to Indiana Wesleyan University, where the FCM convention is going on. This is a magic convention I have attended a few times in the past, and I believe it is going on this week in real life. Anyway, as I am walking along, one of the other guys has picked up my egg vase and is looking at it, and discovers the secret to it and is waving it around. I grab it from him and am trying to get him to stop ... does my act no good at all! Strange little dream.

I was at a traditional market gathering where salesman sale their provision and livestock. As I mix with a group, there's a guy who I assume as an internet provider worker show me a timetable which full of numbers.

"Do you know what is this?" He ask me.

When I saw an earlier chart of numbers on the timetable, I quickly remember a deviant act I did on internet in my waking world. I stare at him then I close my mouth to his ear as don't want others who present there heard what I said.

"I only did it once!" I said. (If you are curious, it was nothing inappropriate but if people around me found out, I'm screw!)

He only keep quiet then stand and leave me. I quickly follow him and curious at what he really want.

Then I encounter another group of people. This time there were two people following me. We were being treated with drinks and we listen to their complain. As I listen, I saw my two companion lied down and their eyes were close. Sleeping drug? I assume and one companion of mine collapse to the ground.

As the commotions continue there's a group of female came to our way to rescue us. I assume it's the earlier group which I associate just now. But they are so slow and they were being threaten with our life.

"Come and I would slash his throat!" Said our kidnapper as she point a knife at one of my unconscious companions.

The next thing I know, we were being caught for good but I'm alone this time in a room that full with compact green glasses cells. In the cell I saw unnatural being were trapped inside the glasses cell. They look like ancient ghost in the old China or Japanese drawings. As I drift in the air, I stare at those glasses one by one. There were ghost which trapped inside the glass and there were ghost which being trapped only at their foot and hands. At that time I assume that I was a ghost too.

Then I try to prove my innocent. I once was a good ghost! I said. But this time I was viewing the dream as the third person like I was reading a comic.

i was with M and we were in probably in a hotel, when we called L and her husband. it was unreal bc all she would do was laugh at her husbands jokes which weren't funny. It was the 1st time I talked to him. Somehow in my dream I could see him, while talking to him on the phone. The only thing I can remember him saying is that he was glad to have talked to me. I specifically called for L . She left to use the bathroom to put on makeup and I was mad that I could not hear her. After, she asked me "huh?", which just provoked me. I think I walked to the store with M after that, just thinking about the crazy experience I just had .

I wasn't able to remember my dreams for ,at least, a week now. I increased my amount of sleep and voila! I remembered a fragment...Hopefully, I'll keep my sleeping schedule consistent so I can DJ more often and "vividly".

First I would like to mention: In this dream I did not see any blood besides in the last scenes. It did not feel like killing people, they rather got unconscious.
I was in a war. I don't know what happened before, but a classmate and I were the only people alive from our team. Suddendly a huge army appeared. First we only saw a small part of them and started firing. I used a special type of ammunition which schould change peoples minds, but instead I noticed them turning into rocks. Then we looked further and I realised this being a army of many man. (At this moment I didn't see people turned into rocks anymore.) Strangely they offered us to refill and reload our weapons and then to fight against them. At the fight not everyone started to shoot at us, meanwhile my classmate was shot - he wasn't dead but he was bleeding. They took him away immediately, nobody was shooting anymore. Then they took me somewhere, too.