non-lucid

around 9:00am
26.07.12

Followed
Non-Lucid



Apparently I was in a building which was where my job was situated, except it wasn't because I didn't work in this building. My apparent Supervisor came in and said that we had to do a team building exercise. Myself and another guy started fighting, for no reason whatsoever, great team work, eh? I flipped us over his chair, I had his neck in a headlock and next thing I know I am walking home. It is light at this point and I get a phone call from one of friends. He asks me If I want to play football, I say maybe. This girl comes up to me, she had old fashioned clothes and a short hairstyle. She comes up to me, while I'm on the phone, and starts shouting, shouting at me for no reason. She makes it so I can't hear my friend on the phone and eventually he gets tired of me not replying and hangs up. And it cartoonish fashion, I ran away from her, but she followed me and kept shouting with her hand in the air.

After I ditch her, I continue my journey home. I get the feeling someone is following me, I then see three guys walking towards me. I notice that the two to the side of the man in the middle is dragging him. He looks dead, so instead of walking towards him, I take walk through the park. It is now pitch black, and I'm walking behind this couple. I look to the side and the two guys dragging the body are still following me. I notice it is very foggy now, it was like something out of Alan Wake. I notice I have a flash light so I shine it around the area, and don't notice anything wrong, so I continue on my way.

I was in an office building, much like the one I was in that one time that turned into a labyrinth. I spontaneously became lucid (I think because it was a WBTB, and those usually generate a DILD or DEILD), so I decided to try to leave the building. I could tell it was night, because the building seemed to be deserted, with all the lights off except for the EXIT signs and a few floods. I went out a door, which led to a hall and another door, and so on. I began to get irritated, which was causing me to lose a little of my lucidity, and then I could suddenly hear faint techno music. Like there was a club in the building somewhere. So I tried going through more doors and hallways to find it, each time the music grew louder as if I was getting closer. I started getting a more strong sense of lucidity back, which helped me to focus on the situation. I finally came to a set of double doors, and the music was really loud behind them. I stopped, fully aware that this was a dream, and put my hands on the door, saying "THIS time, I will open the doors, and the party will be on the other side." I pushed them open, and sure enough, there was a lame little party there. Loud music, but only 3 people that I could see in the small room. A table with some punch and plates, and a few chairs, and a small orange sofa. Craig from high school was sitting on the couch, so I sat by him. I was hoping he wouldn't be a psycho and flip out on me like he did irl in HS, but he seemed more calm, like he was when I bumped into him later in life. He kinda snuggled next to me, so I took his hand. I lightly massaged his thumb with mine, then I don't remember anything else.

Later, I dreamed about being on my bike again. This time it was my normal bike, and it rode like a normal bike and not the flying one from the other night. Funny thing is, the whole bike ride was pretty much exactly like the bike ride I had yesterday evening in real life. Even the part where I went over a tiny pothole. See I tried to swerve to miss it, but it was too late and I went over it anyway. But the suspension on my bike rocks, so it went over real smooth, both irl and in the dream. I'm guessing that, since I rode my bike yesterday when it was dusk, just a little light, and not many people or cars out, it was very surreal and dream like. Going to have to start doing RCs on my bike now I'm guessing

First of all I'd like to go over that I have been taking a different vitamin supplement so my dreams seem a lot clearer and vivid than usual.

I had two periods of time after falling asleep in the past week or two that stood out very much.

The first one I had was about a week ago or more.

I was supposed to get something really important accomplished in the dream. I was given the idea that this accomplishment or task was to go to the doctors/psychiatrist to get some examinations done. I was going to see Dr. Silverman who was my real life psychiatrist at one point in time, before I turned eighteen. I had some imaginary friends who seemed to have there own presence within the dream with me. Nobody could see them.

The dream became vivid once I was in the office. It was like a corporate business office where the have huge offices. I was then told by one of my fake friends that Silverman was evil and that he was doing me no good by giving me advice about my mental illness or whatever I was in the office for.

I then took this to the next level by running up to a higher level in the building, It happened to be that I wasn't just in the hands of an evil apprentice who was my psychiatrist but also I was being followed. I kept running when I stopped at this weird architecture on the top floor. It was built in a way where there were walkways against the wall and railing, there were also ramps and coves. It was like a playhouse but it was used for adult purposes such as banking or meetings. I was up on this floor and huddled in a corner with a bunch of people who seemed real to me but I wasn't quite sure that within the dream if they were even real. We were huddled against the corner when something stuck upwards through the bottom floor through a wall on the floor i was on.

Then I was looking at a little girl in a picture that looked awfully familiar. I then heard a little girl's voice say something like "well, I believe in Santa clause..." and then there was laughter and cheers of little kids. Weird...


The next dream I had was last night.

I was at my grandmother's old house that we have not lived in for about a decade. We were in this house and it was the holidays. It was like I was having a past dream about memories in this house except that people who weren't even born yet during that time represented themselves in this dream as if I was being psychic about there existence.

There was also some family situation going on where one of my aunts who is known to steal or be deceiving was making up bullcrap in the dream. Nobody seemed to notice but me that she wasn't a bad person but because of the past and what her parent's let her do she was the way she was. Note **** I think I was thinking about this in real life one day

The first thing that happened was that I was in a movie theater viewing a film with a few people that I seemed to know but never met before. The movie seemed fiction but it seemed to real and people were questioning if the people on film where real people. Somehow this was not just a movie to me and what I was seeing was weird Anamorphic creatures who had human personalities on stage asking the audience if they were real or fake because they couldn't tell either. I got frightened and started to run away and then realized everyone else was running too and then there were only like three people left in the audience. I finally got out and realized everyone had left in a hurry because even the theater outside at the concession was empty. Knowing that something was not right this Asian girl appeared to me she started to drive me home. The part where I went from the movie theater to the car happened too fast to really know what was going on. She was driving me home and we got home rather fast. I noticed the house looked nothing like mine and it looked kind of old school. I told her this house was not mine and she said "okay" and drove away mindlessly with me. Something then happened to where it was the Christmas season and I was lost. It was like the whole dream changed but I was still in the past dream so I was trying to connect dreams in a way. Something happened to where snow was piled in on a toddler in a car and we had to get it out. we got it out but then there were these people who decided to take kids from the neighborhood and keep them from their parents. There was people standing in a hallway which seemed to be a street too with all there Christmas gifts from that season. Nobody knew what was going on so everyone mindlessly followed orders. It turned out that the people who took our kids were taking us against our will and taking all our things from us and our children. It was kind of like the holocaust. I ended up running away.

A nightmare I saw over and over again for about a month when I was young. I kept returning to the same points to see it all happen all over again and again. Parts in my story signify the "checkpoints" the story started from at different times.

I stood there gazing upon the campground. It was dark and cold, I could almost feel the whistling breeze coming from beyond. Almost no stars were to be seen at the night sky, it was cloudy and treetops were covering the sky. Campground was set in a large pit located in middle of the woods. Branches could be heard cracking deeper in the woods. Slowly I walked towards the center of the campground. Seven tents had been set up and a campfire in middle of them. The fire was out but you could still see little smoke coming out from the ashes. Ashes were spread around the place by wind a little bit.

Non-lucid: first part
A big slam could be heard behind me not too far away, right at the end of the campground. Startled by the sound I turned around, seeing a small yellow entrance. It was a bomb shelter and the door was open, light shined out from inside. A big slam was heard again, followed by a scream of a girl. Friend of mine appeared to be standing behind me by my right side. "I'm afraid, don't leave me alone." - she said. We were petrified. There it was again a big slam, but now it came just by the door, like it was closing in on the entrance. I started to walk directly at the door. A persons foot and a metal pipes end could be seen just behind a corner inside the shelter. With haste a school age boy turned into the view. The boy was wearing dirty and bloody white t-shirt, shorts, sneakers and a clown mask. I stopped frightened. Behind him there was a dark figure.

Non-lucid: part two
The boy was angry at me, I cannot understand a word he says to me. He started slamming the metal pipe to the walls making a terrible noise. A monsterous shout was heard under us, at the end of the bomb shelter. Dark figure was to be seen more clearly now, it was my very own mother, just standing there, like in a trance.

Non-lucid: part three
Boy shouts me with anger: GO AWAY! He begins to run downstairs, accidentally pushing my mother down the stairs. The shouts echo could still be heard. I attempt to catch the boy, as I pass my mother in the stairs she fades away. Stairs were shaped as a spiral downwards. At the end of the stairs there was a doorway to a long hallway. An invisible monster, shaped mostly like a man starts walking at from the other end of the hallway. It could only be seen as if it was covered in blood or water (changed between dreams). It starts running at me, catching me and throwing me to the end wall of the hallway.

Before lucid dream I had just seen part three of the nightmare. I wanted them to stop so I concentrated on nothing but the fact that I wanted to change how it all ends.

Lucid: final part - Final part takes place right after part two.
Boy begins to shout at me more clearly, but I don't care what he says, I've heard it all before, I knew how it would end. I grab the boy by his shirt stopping him from running away. Right that moment I can see my mother fade away, but this time she was still standing still, unhurt.

It began to clear to me. I was dreaming, I was unbound. Everything started to speed up, the room began to smudge around me as if it was moving back and forwards too quick. I look back at the boy just to see nothing but air, he had faded away. I hit the wall as if the world had flipped around me.

I wake up right after. Knowing what just happened.

Never had the same nightmare since.

What I've studied from this site it is somewhat normal to get too excited at the first lucid dreams, I'm pretty sure this is what happened to me also.

It has been a pleasure to write this down after so many years. I hope you enjoyed reading this.

It would seem as though I've been traveling in my dreams as of late. Anyways, here we go.

-My Trip to Italy-

Using the same method I used to get to Japan in my dream previous, going on a plane that had opening sides, we made a surprise visit to supposed Italy. I myself have never actually been to Italy before, but it didn't really look anything like Italy, but more like some place I'd find a few miles from where I live now. A good point of interest was this field that was large and had a lot of dead trees in it. It had dry grass on most of the area, and it was quite relaxing to look at. Other than that, I saw a lot of my friends in this area. I didn't quite get how me, my brother and my friends could be in the same exact part of Italy at the same time. It seems preposterous now that I think of it. Our hotel room was small and overlooked the same area that we landed from the plane. I don't remember doing much other than walking up and down the streets of Italy, and maybe some shopping in-between, though that's a maybe. My dream ended without me leaving the area, it would seem.

Supplement Dose: 10 mg Melatonin, 250 mg Choline, 50 mg Zinc, 400 mg Niacin, 100 mg Inositol, 100 mg Vitamin B6, 800 mcg Folic Acid, 500 mg Vitamin C

Dream Fragment - "Walking around an apartment complex with R explaining to him why DMT is special?"

The Secret Compartment [DILD]

The first part of this dream is hazy, but I was doing something at school which then became a mall. I vaguely remember seeing people I've known since elementary school, and then I told this girl MH who has the same last name as me that she's have to put something up my butt. (A quarter, I believe? ) Shortly afterward I became lucid, however, and I was walking around in some big department store section of the mall. The dream was quite vivid at first but rather unstable, and to save it I walked around singing "I can see clearly now, the rain is gone....", which worked like a charm. I was fully lucid in the sense that I had full comprehension of the fact that I was in a dream and none of this was real, but I still don't think my rational mind fully turned on as I was making some strange decisions. I decided that I wanted to steal a TV which would surely serve me no purpose for some reason, so I grabbed it and started heading toward the exit (the one that actually leads outside, not back into the mall). However, as I was walking up to the censors a thought occurred to me: if I walk out of here knowing I'm stealing this, the dream will probably make the alarms go off and I'll have to get out of here quickly, and that might cause an adrenaline rush which could wake me up. I opted to find a better way to sneak it out to see if I could get past the censors without a fuss. Also, when I wasn't looking the TV turned into a toy gun. I never really focused on it intently so my memory of it is hazy, but I want to say it looked like this one more than anything.

However, my mission didn't change, and for some reason I still wanted to steal this. I walked around until I found an attractive female DC. *cough* I then grabbed her, pushed her over, pulled down her pants, and shoved the gun into her ass. Hooray, it fits! My plan from this point on was to make her walk through the censor and look like they're just going off randomly because she's not stealing anything, then walk through and get it back out of her, but then I woke up. ._.

There were a few more dreams, but I guess I was lazy and possibly having false awakenings because I vaguely remember intending to type them down, but there were no further notes than those. >w<

Spoiler for Reflections:

Well, this was actually the second night that I took that insane amount of supplements, but the first time I had smoked too much weed so I didn't really remember anything, though I did wake up feeling amazing. This time the dopamine boost seemed especially significant to me. A couple of the times when I woke up I felt that my heart rate was slightly increased and my hands felt "tight", like they can from good MDMA. I also felt a bit of euphoria. Even though I smoked some weed yesterday too and that may have distorted my recall a bit, I'm thinking about bringing it down a notch for tonight to see what the difference is. It almost feels like I might be pushing this aspect a little too far, and maybe I should swap out a little dopamine boosting for some acetylcholine action instead. I suppose we'll see.

Angry
I was in an apartment that belonged to my first girlfriend. She could afford several houses iwl.

I was with my wife arguing. I knew that R thought I was still a raving lunatic, but she couldn't understand the communication problems we have. In trying to explain, I was trying to tell her about an old dream I had of a book titled, "GOD HATES YOU."

This dream happened, oh, a week ago, but I didn't record it here.

It was a pretty decent length, and I remembered quite a lot compared to normal. It begins:

It's the first day of school at my high school, except that the layout of the school is slightly changed. My brother comes to tell me that he has forgotten something at home, and I need to drive him home to go retrieve it. I don't remember the drive, only coming to school the second time. I have the feeling that I've left several times and am now back at school quite late. I head to whatever the mathematics class I take in the dream is, and walk alongside the calculus teacher-- we'll call him Mr. K. Mr. K looks at me confusedly, and asks why I'm not going to calculus. I try to explain to him that I didn't want the heavy homework load and that I'd wanted to, but the class didn't fit in my schedule(this is false, I am taking calculus in real life).

Time passes and I'm unsure what happens-- I think I visit a few other strange classes, and walk about the school-- until I find myself behind the school building where there appears to be a gathering of students. I don't pay attention to them because I don't really care about them, I'm more interested in going over to the left a ways where there is normally a back entrance to the school. In real life the door and cement area outside has an overhang over it, but in the dream the entire area was scaled much larger, and transformed into a large picnic area with wooden picnic tables in rows. There was a very tall chain link fence the length and height of the structure, on the side facing me. I walked around the fence, and it gets weird.

I find some student-- I don't remember what they looked like or what they were doing. I only know that they were doing something that would get them in trouble, something that was against the rules. I stick around, and then the principle storms out of the back door. It's the principle from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. He's pissed. I don't know what happens to the student I am with, but the principle comes to me and is very angry-- I am getting in trouble even though I didn't do anything, I figure he thought I had since I was next to the delinquent student. He restrains both of my hands behind my back and forces me to the ground. I am kneeling facing away from the end of a picnic table, while he sits on a seat on the table and holds my hands behind my back with one hand. He is furious, and shouting nonsense about my guilt. He next brandishes a knife and begins using it to gesture with his free right hand as he speaks. I am outraged that he thinks it okay to pull a knife on a student. He waves the knife wildly about, and eventually nicks me with the blade and I tell him that he has cut me and that he is going to get into a large amount of trouble. You simply cannot cut a student, sir. He tells me something along the lines of, "don't be a pussy", and grabs my hand. He clenches my hand on the blade of the knife and draws it out. It is a strange feeling. It's not painful like a real cut, it's prickly and strange and I can feel the knife separate my skin but without the burning pain that would be expected. It's like when you have a half healed cut, so that it no longer hurts but the skin is separated, and you can feel the numb skin touch together when you move your hand because the wound opens and closes. It's gross, and I remember it vividly.

I am staggeringly outraged. He's purposefully cut me, right down the palm of my hand. His ass is going to jail. I'm just beside myself, not with joy, but in astounding anger. Why the fuck would you think that would be appropriate, Mr. Principle? "You can't do that. My god, you cannot do that to a child, sir. You can't." He laughs, somehow I am free of him and arrive in the kitchen of my house. My family members are seated around the room. I rush from one to the next, trying to explain the situation to them, and the injustice that had been done to me. I am trying very hard to yell, to be loud, to express myself, but I can barely talk. It's just a whisper, and I can't find the words I need to say to make them understand. I feel trapped inside myself, I'm boiling on the inside, I want them to know that an adult that is supposed to be trusted with students just pulled a knife on one, and cut him. Nobody is interested, they just blow me off. Mom and Dad don't care, they just look away. I want to cry, I have a lump in my throat. Then the man shows up again, and the scene changes.

I'm near a river and it's evening time, the sun is setting. I'm in a wooded area, with forest to the sides. There is a somewhat clear path through the forest, snaking up a small incline into the distance. I know in my head that this is the direction that I must escape to. I don't recall, but I think that there was nobody around. I knew that I had been a captive of the principle, though. I fled, I don't remember the running away part. I remember approaching the edge of the woods, almost safe, when it hits me. I left the other student who had gotten in trouble behind. I make my way back to go and rescue him. Now there are people about. They're the principles cronies, and they're gunslingers with six-shooters. I somehow make it back to where the student is held captive, and thankfully there is nobody around in that area. I realize that I have a pistol as well, but it never occurs to me that I could use it if I needed to. The student is tied to a table near the riverbank. I now look at him, and observe that he is a perhaps half African-American with natural afro-hair. He is several years younger than me, or he looks young. I quickly untie him, and give him my weapon. I think I find another pistol, or had two, because I recall still holding one. Then the principles cronies start wooping in the background and come through the trees towards us. I know in my head that the other person is going to be okay, so we split up and run in opposite directions. A few gunslingers follow me, wearing tattered clothing and wild-west style boots, I believe several are wearing cowboy hats. They are sprinting along side me, instead of tackling me. One shoulders me repeatedly, the way that cars may do in a chase scene in an action movie, by steering into each other while driving in the same direction alongside each other. He pulls his gun but does not fire. I remember that I am holding a gun, but I don't think to or want to use it.

Eventually they chase me up a path alongside the craggy ledge of a ravine. I see that the path swerves and know that if I don't slow down, my momentum will take me off the edge before I can turn. There is a wooden and barbed wire barricade to the side that I would need to turn around, but in the heat of the moment, I decide to leap through it. It is made of several boards on top, log cabin style so that it is impenetrable, followed by a gap with two strands of barbed wire strung between wooden posts, followed by more boards. All I know is that I need to get to the other side of it quickly. I basically say "fuck it" and leap through the barrier, sideways, so that my body is horizontal as I pass between the strands of barbed wire. I am thrilled that I could pull it off and I believe my followers run into the barrier or have to run around it. Sadly, my joy is short lived, and I am woken up.

The end.

I started to want to see my mom naked. So I began to be nice to her and do whatever she said. We were on a bus and her straps on the camisole she was wearing started to fall to her arms, and she wasn't wearing a bra. She was joking about how innapropriate that was or something, and I told her I didn't mind. When the bus got to it's stop, my mom got off so I followed her. She went in front of a docking bay, and let her boobs hang out for everyone to see! She turned around and showed me, and said something like hers don't look good because she's old, then I told her she had nice boobs. Then we got back to our van and I got in the middle seat. Mom was packing some stuff into the trunk and the van started driving down the road by itself. I just sat there and Mom was still packing the trunk while it was going. Then when she finished, she ran by the side of the car and got in the middle seat next to me. We talked for a little while. Next thing I know, we were at home and she laid an Xbox 360 controller standing on its side on the floor. She said at 4-5 P.M. you can knock it down for a baseball card. I said we didn't have any baseball cards, so we looked around for regular cards. I found a pack of good playing cards, but before I could use them, Mom got a pack of small cards, and shot them all over the floor, all 52 of them! So I decided to help her pick them up because I wanted to see those boobies again. While I was picking up cards, there were also little puzzle pieces all over and other junk. When it was all cleaned up, Mom walked out of her bedroom, and was licking her finger seductively, and I was gonna do something, then Dad walked out of the bathroom and stopped me from doing anything. It barely looked like my dad though because he had medium length hair, not short; wore a baseball cap, which he never does; and he wasn't wearing his glasses.

Me and some other kids (4 guys 1 girl) started a gang in our neighborhood. Our hideout was underneath a building. There was a small area of brick that moved up and down so you could lift it and get in. You would have to strech between to walls to get down to the floor. Also before you could even get on the ground you had to do something with your hands (so only your feet were holding you) then something with your feet (so only your hands were holding you). The girls wouldn't have to do that though because it would be too hard. Somehow Mr L (He's the strictest most bitchly teacher at my school who gets you in trouble for just about anything) found our gang hideout, and stopped our gang. Next thing I know we are at some festival and we're in a big tent with a restaurant in it. I see people outside the tent in a big crowd so I start making peace signs at them and saying, "Pee." (Instead of peace) Then the old lady behind the counter at the restaurant starts having problems with her dentures. They're buzzing really loud, and Mr L tells one of the guys in my gang to stop, but he's not doing anything. The lady tries to fix her dentures but nothing works.

Victoria Justice set up a ladder on some wall and put a clear tube around it, then another yellow tube around it. She said she wanted me to go in there with her. I tried to get in and could barely fit. I did want to go in there with her (she's hoottt), but we just wouldn't be able to fit.

I can only remember fragments from last night. In one dream, I was watching the Olympics. However, instead of all the Olympic athletes, they had local sports teams (for various sports). I kept guessing which team would play next, and I kept getting it right. In the other dream, I was checking Facebook, and I saw the same thing posted by two different pages, Enderman and Hipster Link.

EDIT: I just remembered a fragment from another dream. I was visiting a zoo, and a gorilla picked a flower and gave it to me. It was a dandelion.

Date: 25/07/2012
Place: Caravan bed
Time of getting into bed: 12.15am
100mg B6 before bed

Waking thoughts in black
Non lucid dreams in blue
Lucid dreams in red

Dream 1 - non lucid (4.01am)
Last night all of my dreams were very vivid and detailed. More so then usual, and they are quite detailed usually!I am on holiday, and go to visit my friend, T.I haven't seen T for years, we met on holiday a few years ago and never kept in touch. We were quite good friends on the holiday.I leave my partner in the hotel room as he is busy, and tell him he can join us later. When I find T he is not doing much, just sat watching television in a small room, which is a little dark and bare. I sit with him, he offers me a cigarette and I decline. We watch the TV. It is a show about women going undercover in bhurkas (spelling please?) one women wears a red bhurka, and she is evil, spreading bad rumours and causing trouble. T is angry and shouting at the TV, but I am bored. I make excuses to leave, and he walks down the stairs with me as we have to carry some large, heavy item to be delivered downstairs. It could have been a vaccum cleaner, or something similar. Outside is bright and fresh, and we seem to be in some sort of modern apartment building, with lots of metal and glass. There are lots of steps down to the lower levels. We carry the item all the way down, and we need to deliver it to number 3 or 4. However, we cannot find 3 or 4. Looking at the flat numbers, they seem to be in a foreign language missed an obvious dream sign here, the letters and numbers were all bizarre shapes, but I blamed it on being in a foreign country! T wanders off to look for numbers, as do I. I spot a casino style room, with poker tables in it. I approach a man working at a desk nearby, and ask him where number 4 is. He tells me he is number 4, and so I hand over the item. It has now changed into a red ice bucket, with a large hole in the bottom. He seems to want to talk, but I just hand it over and leave. As I leave, some people have sat down on sofa style chairs around a large, varnished wood table outside. The table looks beautiful and expensive. It has some sort of detailing around the edges, and it is very large, and an odd shape. They are drinking and relaxing in the sun, but I cannot get by to leave. The ice bucket man kindly rushes to help me, and a young girl stands up politely to let me by. I eventually get by, say thankyou and leave, when I notice my boyfriend is sat at the table, with a bag in his hand. He puts the bag on the table with a bump, and everyone looks at him, worried he has scratched the nice table. I get him and he wants to see T, but I tell him T is boring and we should leave before he finds us. My bf protests a little, but we leave.

Dream 2 - non lucid (5.53am)
I am looking out of a high window, and outside my window is another building, pretty close but leaving a gap between the two. Down this gap, a bird has fallen and got trapped, and it's cries for help can be heard. Another bird is helping it by using a net to dangle down so it can grab onto it, but it so far isn't working. The net is too light and won't go down the gap. I try to help by throwing OrangesYes, the fruit.Onto the net to weigh it down. It works and the bird is saved.Now, the dream skips. The bird is a woman's bag, and I am a bus driver trying to help get the women's bag. However in the dream, I did not notice the skip, and thought it was a continuing dream. I had no recollection of the bag ever being a bird. There was no gap in events, just a switch. The woman comes to thank me for getting her bag, and she is pretty, with long dark hair. She has a guy with her. She holds up the bag, which is a beige coloured tote bag, clearly full of things. With long black handles. She is sarcastic and cruel, saying thanks for nothing, the bag is useless, and it didn't need saving. I grab her by her long hair, and parade her down the bus, showing the people on the bus how cruel she is. She attempts to fight back, but as I'm a guy she struggles. I then throw her bag on the floor, and the contents go everywhere. I refuse to clean it up.

Often, when people are mean to me in my dreams, I get violent and want to hurt them. This always gets out of hand and I end up being the mean one. Doing things like the above, or taking it too far and hurting people because I'm angry. I have no idea why, I would never do this in RL, and I'm possibly the most laid back, anti- violence guy I know! I rarely, if ever, fight in my life.

Dream 3 - non lucid (6.55am)
Erm. I wrote this in my DJ for the next dream;
My friend is holding a house party, someone at the party 'fridges' my friend with a 'score.' Seriously, I have no idea what this means. I don't even remember this dream!!

Dream 4 - non lucid
I am watching a TV show about a new comedian doing stand up. Lots of veteran comedians are in the audience, and throughout the show he will pick one to banter with. Brian Conley is one of the comedians in the audience, he pretends not to like the new comedian, and feigns being offended by him, but the new comedian tells him 'you'll remember this later, and look back on it and laugh.' Then the new comedian looks at the camera and says 'I know I will.' and for some reason this is hilarious, and the crowd burst into laughter.For me at the time, this was also funny, now upon waking I have no idea why. Now I am part of the comedians act. I am in a lift with some members of the public, and there are hidden cameras. I say to the people in the lift ' I have a song stuck in my head, can you tell me what it is?' And proceed to rap, or sing a bad rave song to them, dancing and making an idiot of myself. They try not to laugh at me, some try to ignore me. The audience watching on TV find it funny.

Dream 5 - non lucid - 8.03am
I am driving down the street when we see Katy Perry, going into a house where a Rabbit breeder lives. She is smiling and cameras follow her. We watch, but someone says it is cruel to watch her, as she is addicted to rabbits and she needs help. She buys a rabbit and leaves. We go into the house after her, and there are cages, and hutches filled with rabbits. At first, it seems cruel, there are HUNDREDS of rabbits of all size shape and colour. However after we walk around, it appears they are very well looked after. Some are just babies, they have loads of room and are clean. Some of them have curly, greyish fur and they are the cutest. We leave and go to visit my friend who has just moved house. We find her house, which is like a log cabin, built from wood. Everything. We walk up some stairs and sit at a wooden table. There is a fire in the corner. My friend kicks the fire outside every now and again, and gets ask everywhere, she then argues with her boyfriend about this. Her parents are also at the table, but I am only there to see what she is doing, because I don't really like her. I don't really like her in real life, and she has moved far away. It also didn't occur to me in the dream that we were burning a fire in a house made completely of wood.

Dream 6 - non lucid
I am at a man's house. He has a daughter. He cooks me some food, and we seem to be friends even though he is a lot older then me, perhaps in his 50s. The food is rather nice, but when it comes to the next course, it is wriggling with worms. He tells me he has cooked worms in it, I should eat it. I really don't want to, as I'm worried I'll get sick, he watches me closely and I slowly eat around the worms. I now realise he probably isn't my friend, and I want to leave. I must have eaten a worm by accident, because I turn into a wild, gollum-like creature, and the man is happy about this, he keeps me in his bathroom, and I climb up the walls and make horrible screeching noises. His daughter keeps coming into the bathroom trying to kill me, she is only young, perhaps 13 years? But everytime she comes in I scream and attack her, and her dad comes in to save me. He protects me and removes his daughter. I start to eat lots of chocolate bars, I eat several, dark chocolate, white chocolate, milk chocolate... huge big bars. I expect to be sick, but I don't feel anything. For a moment, I'm so close to being lucid. I wonder why I don't feel sick after eating all this chocolate? What could be wrong? Is this real? I wake up.

Dream 7 - non lucid - 9.25
The next few dreams were all fragments, as soon as I woke I lost the memory fast, so just wrote the basic key words. A woman dressed as a cat is performing at a live show.

I am tagging photos on facebook, and see the cat lady in the photos.

A black cat mauls animals to death, there are 3 animals, a rabbit, a bird and another cat.

ok so i hand a dream where the cast of scary movie was in a church like place. i was getting chased by the masked guy. i went to the basement where i saw "greg". i killed him with a nose hair trimmer. anyway after that i went up stairs and saw this pretty lady. then we f*cked. i felt everything like it was real.

07.25.2012

Non-REM Sleep Nonsense (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This whole dream was full of nonsense, I honestly don't know what the hell I was experiencing here.

I'm walking in a hallway of some sort wearing light colored, or slightly dark colored striped pants going down. They go a few inches (1-3) past my knee, and I believe I'm wearing my white running shoes that I use at the gym. I'm walking with someone, but I can't remember who exactly.

I have a feeling that it was my mother, but due to the insane randomness and insanity of this dream with fragments as well (I think), it didn't really matter. Whoever it was, she was wearing some type of green outfit with a white female dress shirt underneath.

I come to the realization that there are many people on the sides sitting down, just enforcing their roles of showing that humans are magically gregarious beings when something prevents them from moving forward.

I don't know what's keeping these people from moving, and the reason I'm concerned is that I feel weird and have exaggerated thoughts of paranoia that they are probably making fun of me some how.

I try to hide those feelings of insecurity with a healthy dose of bravado and randomly declared to the person I'm walking with,

"I'm just going to walk in front, and not look back!" something along those lines.

Some confidence booster that was..........

I'm also smiling like crazy while I said that as well! I immediately look at someone on the left side with my peripheral vision, and noticed it's someone who looks like a High school tennis teammate I used to know that was #1 I think at our school.

He's just looking at me, like he's trying to balance between being neutral and slightly weird of my presence.

There's no point speculating about his thoughts right now.

The dream shifts to where some redheaded lady, who is at least in her 50s asks me,

"How's Sinoblak doing?"

The lady is wearing a fancy white jacket that's a bit higher than her waist, has dark clothing on underneath.
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Then there's a dream shift where I'm playing Runescape, and I pick a world with the number 130 in it, I think it was "RunescapeGuild130," something along those lines. I feel as if I'm playing with my clan leader, Mellania, and we're basically just destroying the Corporeal Beast with two or three more clan members.

We killed the Corporeal Beast a few times, and it dropped a Chaotic Rapier, and with my dream logic, this made perfect sense. I told myself mentally that I would have two Chaotic Rapiers to attack the Corporeal Beast.

(If you're using a rapier on the beast, I think it only does 50% damage, which isn't worth the damage it will put on you).

The dream shifts again, and I'm upstairs at some random house. The whole section is circular, so the stairs to go down were opposite of where I was. For a few seconds, the environment changes completely, and I have to face a monster with one huge eye.

It was purple on the outside for it's skin, and it it just looked weird. A skinny body to support it's large head was completely unreal. I had to do more body formations than William Shatner high on sugar to bounce back this black energy ball it created.

Then after that madness, I'm back upstairs, and some guy is humping a girl very very very very hard that....I don't need to go into those details.

Then the same guy humping the girl turns around, looks at me weird, and suddenly wants to chase me. Since we're in a circular top floor, I basically have to try and trick this guy into thinking I'm going the other way.

It takes a while, but I finally dash for downstairs, and I press the "Back" button as if I was on the internet or something.....

I woke up immediately after that...LOL...I think.

Wow... just... wow. Interesting, revisionistic view of my life, which is 100% not true. There's... according to this dream, there's a reason I'm single and asexual, and it claims I wasn't always that way. I have to say upfront that even though my memory is bad, it's not THIS bad, so there's no way something like this could have happened. But it supposes that I'm digging through some written diary stuff or whatever, that I both somehow still had, in a paper format, and had somehow not lost, but had also forgotten about. And it claims that what I read suggests that I was in love with someone, once. But at some point I found them cheating on me. Or, rather, him. Yes, apparently if this dream is to be believed, before I was asexual, I was gay. Now... many of my friends are bi or gay, it's not like I would have a problem with such a thing, but it's not really for me. The dream throws out a username, tag, or whatever, and a time frame. "Ericalt" or... "alm?" or... I dunno. I know it started with "Eric" though. And the timeframe was sometime in late 2008, so right when I first started college. I definitely wouldn't have jumped into college and started dating, for one thing. For another, I knew I was asexual before college. And of course that time of my life was relatively harmless and peaceful. Even assuming I could have "repressed" something like that, it would have shown somewhere. The friends I was starting to make at that time would never have let me repress something like that, anyway. That's enough rambling...

Non-dream Dream Lucid Dream

I had a couple of very vivid dreams last night.

Dream 1:

I am about to have either tooth surgery or surgery on my testicles and I feel very frustrated. I am at my old Anaheim house. My parents are being a pain. They said they are "really busy" and wouldn't make it to the surgery until really late. My brother is helping me find a suit to wear to the surgery. I am having a child soon. I woke up with pain in my left testicle.

Dream 2:

I am playing baseball and TK is my coach. I'm not in the field because I need to sleep.

Dream 3:

Bowling is in the olympics and LA calls me so I can watch it.

Dream 4:

It is my wedding day and my brother is helping me out with the tux. Even though it is the day of the wedding we JUST got fitted for the tuxes and we (me, my brother, and bender from Futurama) go to get them just 5 minutes before the ceremony is about to start. I mingle with some guests - mostly my wife's co-workers. Some older lady asks me where ___ (cant remember his name) is and I reply "sorry I have no idea who he is." She gets really sad and asks if he is dead and I say "I don't know" and I rush down to get my tux.

After getting the tux, the trip back to the mingling area is very difficult. There is an obstacle course very similar to the show Wipeout. Every time I try to pass one particular spot I say "Is this really what it's like getting out of a prostate?" Everyone laughs (?!?).

On the way up to the ceremony I realize that my worst fear has come true. We are minutes from the ceremony and my tux isn't on, we didn't practice our first dance, I didn't prepare a speech for later that evening, I really didn't know what was going on at all. Then I realize that everything will be ok and I am at peace.

I reach the holding room where my wife is waiting for me. She asks me a question and I snap into awareness. I say "But this is a dream!" The look on my wife's face at this moment after telling her this is a dream is one of the saddest things I have ever seen. She is crushed. She really wants the wedding to be perfect and I do too. She starts crying and I say "It's OK, it's OK," but she runs out of the room. I fly after her for a short while but she has disappeared. Everything goes black. I try to fight it but I eventually wake up.

I was lucid for about 15 seconds. I have no idea what triggered the DILD but I think it had to do with the strange timing of the wedding (nothing being prepared, etc...).

Dream 5:

I am a left fielder playing in a baseball game and I can't catch a fly ball. I misjudge all of the balls hit to me or lost them in the lights.