non-lucid

There was a new years party in london with freworks and everything, watched a video of fresh prince will smith doing stuff and turns out it was what uve done but with him just spliced in

I was in some kind of building, in a dark corridor. I was aware that it was a place that my classmates used for resting. I was afraid that they would prank me by jumping out at a corner, so I turned the lights on, and asked if they are all right.

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I was watching a sonic game that looked like minecraft, and it looked beautiful.

The minecraft kind of world slowly turned into a satellite like view of earth, and it looked absolutely amazing. The sattelite view started zooming in, and I was told that it's a part of America. It was some kind of island.

While it was zooming in, I was given a historic presentation about old America. I was told how they were using women only for reproducing, and how they were abusing them to no ends.

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Then as it finally zoomed in completely, I was in some kind of camp where they were keeping these women, and I was one of the women they were keeping. I had to go to places, and I was given a knife by an african dude to cut pieces of my meat out from my hand. I saw a bunch of women sitting in a circle, all cutting out their meat. I was trying to avoid doing so by walking around randomly, but one of the men stopped me. He pointed to a location with his knife, and I had to go there.

I was given a pill as a reward for being obedient or something. It was called the "masturbation pill", or "sexual fullfillment pill".
As I took that pill, my body got sliced up into big colorful cell like things, and those cells started to float around in a circular motion. They started moving towards some kind of shack, as they were instructed to go there by the men. They drilled themselves into the shack like some kind of sperms.

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I was having sleep paralysis, but it was a dream. (as lately, all of my sleep paralysis scenarios were actually dreams)
I was trying to find my real body. I shouted out with a weird sound. As long as I gave out that weird sound, I knew that I wasn't in real life, as I wouldn't give out weird noises like that in real life. I managed to wake up, and I had some kind of hallucination about the light switch being way far away in some kind of black space. But then that illusion dissolved, and I found the light switch, and turned it on.

I am going in a train on a hill station. My college friend- Pooja and Nivedha are there as well. The train driver, who is also like a professor talks about agriculture on the mountains. And pooja asks the different types of agriculture. I list them down from horticulture to apiculture. In the dream she and I are always competing and I beat her in this. She gets impressed. We hug. I feel her hands around me, her head on my chest. And I hug her, I can feel her body gently touching mine.

I wake up and then I realise I am actually in another train and I am laughing like anything. And seeing this, others laugh as well. *can't remember*

I then wake up again to realise that I am in a train full of stinking hindi locals. I am all disgusted and I sit in a corner. I can see them sitting in the train without shirt and the blue seat of the Indian railways.

I wake up again to find that I am finally in reality!!!

Im in some kind of store with group of people I know them all but only recongnize some my sister see 2 dog in a small glass box she poke him and he says stop my sister wants too steal the dog so we go back to the front of the store and go into arcade there a guy in a black suit he looks like sucirty guard my sis make a deal with him then money flys through the air and into his hands he give it to my sis and I take some I go buy re,ees peacies and starburst cheese crackers jerky im a little kid around 5year$ mrchelle the csheer she dosent recongnize me I run out the store beacuse I know my sis stole the dog were all running down a sidewalk at night were vampires I beend this poll back to valt my frienzds forward

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The second dream about the anime drawing .

I was at an indoor park, which I have been to twice before in other dreams. I saw a huge yellow tube, which led to a very high platform. My sister climbed up the verticle tube, then I looked up inside it. My stomach went and I instantly thought "NOPE." Never in my life and I enjoyed heights. I kept attempting but just failed to find any courage. I remembered I had the anime woman on a key ring, so I looked at it and walked around.

The first dream with the drawing can be found here.
You can read the third here.

Dream One(Fragment): The dream starts out with me in a house at a door in the kitchen. For some reason there are two mirrors in the corner so they mirror one another. There's a blonde man standing near the mirrors, and I am standing on the other side of the door watching as people come inside. There is a set of twin boys, probably teens, there's a woman with dark hair cut short in a bob, and then a couple other men with beards that walk in. I get the feeling that the Blonde guy is standing in front of the mirrors to block them, but it doesn't work, and the Dark haired girl looks into the mirrors anyways. I notice that she is only reflected in one mirror, and in the other mirror only objects are reflected, but not the woman herself as if she were a vampire or something. We all go into the living room of this house and start talking. I can't remember what happened from there, but my notes say "Hitting Truck, Baby, Table" I just can't remember what they mean >.<

Dream Two: I'm at my dad's family's lake cabin. We're actually not near the cabin though, but on the vacant lot beside it. There is a man with long dark hair dressed in all black and two women also dressed in all black standing there. The women are hanging all over him like they're both his girlfriends or something. The man is some sort of leader of a cult, and he's asking me to join. I tell him no way, he may be my friend but I'm not stupid enough to believe something just because someone I know says it. I have my own unique beliefs and they don't jive with his. All the same, I ask him if they'd like to hang out as long as they stop trying to convert me. They say they're not allowed to go on the property near the water, and I feel kind of sad because I was looking forwards to hanging out.

Dream Three: I'm turning onto a road and find that my steering seems stiff. Suddenly my check engine light comes on, and I find that I'm having trouble steering. The car cuts off, and I somehow end up steering the car downhill and into a gas station. I look at the light son my dash, and it actually says "Needs Power Steering Fluid" so I get out of the car and go inside the gas station to buy some power steering fluid. A little girl around 8 or so with long sandy blond hair asks if she can help me pour it in, but I tell her I've got it. I pop the hood of the car and start to look for where to pour it in. I start to pour it into a white tube, only I stop because I realize that's where the antifreeze goes. I cap that back, and my husband comes up behind me and starts fussing at me for trying to put the fluid in the wrong place. I tell him I've got it, I can figure this out, but he keeps arguing that I'm not doing it right and I need to just give it to him before I waste it all. Then he pours it into the right tube, and uses the whole bottle, then complains that it shouldn't have taken that much and I must have wasted half the bottle. I look into the tube for some reason, and I see a bunch of floating plastic bottles in the tank, and question it. My husband replies that I should know what they're for and goes into some bs explanation about the bottles being the indicator that the tank is full or empty.

Dream Four: I'm sitting on a box at the end of a mattress. On the mattress is my bi friend M. She's talking to me, and as usual I'm pretty overcome by how outgoing and carefree she is, to the point I'm almost jealous. She pulls back the covers on the mattress and I climb into the bed with her. She asks me why i look sad, and I tell her about how I wish I were more outgoing like her. She seems to make friends so easily, and she doesn't seem to care what others think of her. Then we start talking about how to lose inhibitions and I wake up before I can actually hear her advice.

Dream Five(Fragment): All can remember of this one is that there was a giant circus tent, and I was inside with Shiro from Deadman Wonderland. I feel like I'm baby sitting her. The whole floor is a trampoline, and she's jumping up and down and doing flips while squealing and laughing. At some point we find a small tent pitched inside the giant tent, and Shiro reasons that the tent must leak, why else would the tent be pitched inside another tent? She then goes on to pretend it's a club house and I'm not part of her club, so she climbs in the tent and sticks her tongue out at me. Then I wake up.

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Had very good recall on the 12th. Just so happens to be a family member's birthday .

I was in a kitchen, with my second cousin, who I have grown up with. He said "look at that plant over there, I think that is the one!". I'm not sure what he meant, but it seemed familiar. We went over to the back door, and looked at the plant located behind the door. We could see it swaying left and right behind the curtain on the door. We then opened the door and walked in the house a couple of meters away. Inside the first room, was a small fireplace and a pot of ash next to it. It somehow seemed familiar, but I have never seen this place before. We then went into another room, but this one was like a huge hall. There were stairs blocked off by fences. My cousin said "This is where Kalib used to go, this is his old school!". I'm not sure what it meant, but I think my old dream house was a school .-.

Thanks for reading .

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Another linked series of dreams. This is the first of the three.

I was at school, in my science class. I walked over to my friend and noticed he was drawing some anime woman on MS paint. It was a woman with green hair, in a "draw me like one of your french girls" pose. The background was bright pink, like magenta. he then printed this picture and put it in a keyring for me. I felt the dream fade very quickly.

Thanks for reading.

The second anime dream can be found here.
Third here.

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A very fun and interesting dream. Finally a decent dream. I usually dream about casual, everyday stuff, but this was not very casual at all.

I was walking through a dungeon, similar to Skyrim's dunegon style. I had a 2 handed greatsword, but it wasn't that big. I ran into a knight, which summoned a large ogre to assist him. The knight was wearing silver armour and cyan clothing underneath. He ran away, holding a silver and red lance. It looked like he ran into an 'office'. I was left to fight the troll, which I killed in seconds. I climbed up some small stairs to the left then jumped off the slightly higher ledge and stabbed it in the back of the head. It faded in a puff of blue and green smoke. I then ran over to the knight and stabbed him in the shoulder, then sliced off his head. That fight too about a minute. I then found a box, which I looted and found some really cool stuff. I found a nice sword which was red and silver, then found some jewellery and gems. After looting his office, I walked out the same way I entered, then exited the dungeon. As soon as I exited, I saw an icy hill, with a giant's camp at the top. Left of the hill was a cave and left of that, was a path leading somewhere. The sky was really blue, with no clouds or sun. The weather was really great . I walked up the hill, hoping to avoid a fight. Instead, I saw a huge mammoth wearing some purple robes around it's next. It seemed like I woke it up as I sneaked around it, which made it really pissed off. It hit me and out me on low 'health'. I ran down the hill and then into the cave, left of the hill. I serached my bag, but could not find any potions to heal myself. A frost troll then leaped out from the ground and I started to panic because of my low health. I decided to run away from it, by sprinting around it and the running down the path. The path happened to lead to a village, so I stopped running and slowly made my way over to a shop. Along the way, I noticed a huge firefight was going on. About 8 people near me were taking cover behind 2 Skyrim style buildings, shooting at the opposing people with old M14 guns. I randomly pulled out a WW2 sniper and started shooting 8 year olds in the face, who were shooting at the people on my side of the village. I slowly walked while sniping people then realised they were all dead. I went inside their cover, which was an outside part of a cottage. Kind of like a downstairs balcony.

I really enjoyed this dream, but jesus it's kinda long. Sorry about that .

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A very short dream, not very vivid either.

I was in the corridor outside my cooking class at school. I can't remember what I was doing completely but I was placing ingredients on a table. I then had a chat with my teacher and some other students in the class. That was about it.

Not a very fun dream, the only thing I could remember.

Two weird short dreams...

Dream one, I appear in my kitchen. Go out to the garage, get my skateboard, open the garage door, skate down the street (I believe it was around 9am) and I see some of my friends skateboarding in circles for like 15 seconds straight each, so I start imitating them. Can't remember anything else.

Dream two, I'm in bed, I get up. I also appear to go to the kitchen, talk to my parents for a while, they tell me that they made , Kurabiedes a Greek Christmas sweet, and I find them in the freezer, covered in frosting (which I have never seen before)

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This was a really weird dream. I had flashbacks more than once and in another dream. I woke up and fell asleep again, having the same flashbacks. But the last time, I found out where they were coming from .

I was with a friend from school, in a huge empty room made of metal. I then saw the head teacher of our school walk at a fast speed away from us, into an obstacle course. I then teleported to a beach after having a flashback of a dwarf man with a metal sword-shaped suit. I then had a FA at the beach. I 'woke' up in a beach shack with some kids nearby. I had another flashback. I then noticed some Draugr things from Skyrim were breaching the door. I picked up a sword and began hacking away at them. I had a third flashback which woke me up.

After waking up, I fell asleep again and had another dream.

I started off in a prison, just outside a cell. I saw a skeleton man with big eyes. He was scraping skin off of a man, who said: "These are where your flashbacks came from!" then laughed. Just seconds after, I had a fourth flashback, but of the skeleton man killing a dwarf. I finally woke up and recorded in my DJ.

I thought these dreams were really cool because they were related, but at the same time pretty creepy .

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Finally found the time to catch up with my DJ entries.

I was driving down a road with my friend. There was a hill next to the road with a small, thin dirt path running through it. There were lots of trees surrounding it so I could not really see the path that well. Me and a friend were trying to find a building but instead we found a cave. We went inside the cave and there was a stone ramp going up to the left of the entrance, starting from the back of the cave. I went up this ramp and found a dirt patch, which I felt I needed to dig up. It was like I had instincts going. I turned around and noticed my friend was searching around the other stone ramps located in the opposite direction. I went back to the dirt patch and pull the dirt off as if it was a blanket. I saw a turnip and quickly pulled it out. It started speaking to me but I can't remember what it said.

I felt this dream was pretty cool

Whenever villagers are in trouble, they would always say, “Talk to THE girl.”

Everyone in a neighborhood knows about an orphan girl who lives alone in a dark but warm basement. She is scared of going outside, so she spends her life in a cozy prison she called ‘house.’ Little kids around and adults alike, visit her ant like house occasionally to play computer. She has a room full of computers; she charges 10 bucks an hour of computer time as a way to make her living. People feel comfort, the kind you can have only in a mother’s womb while staying in her house. Probably because the girl with a mood of sweet loving sponge cake, greets everyone with a delightful smile of welcome. People who are tired from their life or in grief volunteer to stay in her house, cleaning.

She is not alone; there are always computer geeks; who have fragile hearts, for accompaniment. They are the kind of people who like to be secluded from the world; seeing only through a small window called a screen. They each had their own story of being abandoned, of being hurt by the ‘scary’ outside world, full of predators. Everyone has their own vulnerable spot which was fully accepted by the girl who has the special talent; listening.

She has an extraordinary communication style which allows each one of them to talk from his or her heart.
There are not many out there who truly ‘listen’ to such frivolous small stories as she does. The girl has a way of giving a kind interest to anyone needed. It is not that she asked particular questions or talked in a skillful way. She would just quietly sit in a corner, and listen intently with her whole heart, and ‘see’ the person with her big black eyes full of twinkles that seems to contain a part of the universe.
It does not matter whether a person is a failure or useless, their ruined, painful mind would soon be wide open for the talk. They would reflect themselves; unconsciously, like a mirror. They realize its own problems which are laid within oneself, and are derived to change positively.

All the while the girl just magically ‘listens.’

The person would peek one’s face behind a door, still afraid, and slowly but eventually would open his mind little by little, without one’s notice. A talk will shyly start with one’s recent complaint or negative grumble, and then the person would gain confidence step by step to somehow bravely think of a bright resolution that he never thought of before. Unhappy and stressful person tired of the world would slowly regain their energy, becoming brighter with hope. It is truly amazing to see the process of a shivering and miserable child coming out of a shell as fully grown and bright ‘true self.’

The funny thing is… she is not cognitive to this power. The action is out from her unconscious; her loving heart to genuinely care for each individual, offering help. She is a typical girl who would not stand out in any group. She has her own problem as well.

It was late at night. She was making a snack that would bring more joy to everyone. She heard few faint knock on a door.

She smiled, ‘Probably a USB left by Rob.’

As she was about to open, she noticed pastel coloured letters attached to the door. She could not figure out the writings in darkness, so she lit up a light for a better view.

They were…… thank you letters, encouraging words. From people she unconsciously helped.

Tears gathered in her eyes. She is touched by such… … such kindness.
‘The world is brighter than I thought.’

She can not exactly spot a moment when she first started feeling hesitant to go outside.
She was raised by a single mother who devoted her entire life trying to create the ‘perfect’ music. The mother had lost her almost perfect son, killed by asthma. The sorrow made the mother obsess over her new born girl whose life was set to become the greatest musician the world has ever known.

The girl was a living puppet; following orders and lessons automatically, she would get severely punished for any kinds of mistake. Spanking to shivering and standing nakedly outside. Discontent was not an option for the piteous little girl. How could she ever ‘trust’ someone while her own mother hates her? She chose to suffer in silence, which her mother thought was the only thing she’s good at. The girl got more terrified with her sparrow like singing always negatively criticized by her mother.
It was like any other monotone day, the girl received a phone call of her mother’s death; from an accidental car crash. The orphan girl never left the house ever since; resting… … till this day.

She made a firm promise with tightly gripped hands, and finally spoke something she has not done these past few years; with her beautiful, rhythmic voice, “I will see the light of tomorrow.”

Not the Favorite Child

Alarm Infiltrated Dream

I dreamed that I was hearing someone talk about how they were not the favorite child, and I thought to myself how I was not either. I used a very specific phrase which was a little odd for me, but it was spoken a bit to formally. I thought it was well said, and interested that I would think of those words. I also thought I would remember that I said it that way, but I don't remember the phrase.

I woke up hearing a woman's voice on NPR. I can't be certain, but I know for myself that the alarm had infiltrated my dream. I seemed to be responding to something. I know it was the alarm.


I Didn't Do It

I was at some kind of camp. I was watching a martial arts tournament. The scoring was kept by finger paints.

At one point, I got my pinky, ring finger, and index finger in the green paint. I made dots on the concrete.

My friend Mike S. got his fingers full of paint, then marked the board to change the score in the tournament. The score keeper saw it, but they were friends, so the score keeper, a heavy sat guy named Raginal or Raginald left his post so he could claim he didn't notice.

Then someone came running out claiming that someone cheated. A lady came out to see if this was true. It came to light that someone had been washing a sink. Then Reginal was back in his chair. The lady then came to me and saw my fingers still had some green paint on them.


I started to explain to this women who was in a pond trying to catch little fish with her hand, that I had gotten paint on my fingers, but then I maid these marks on the cement as if I'd typed Ctrl+ P (even though the marks showed a design of Ctrl + Shift + P. The lady said, "Control P?" I said, "Yea, for "Print." If I just made a mark, that would have been unimaginative!"

I tried to explain that the sink had been cleaned because someone else had painted the board and they had to clean their hands, and I was hoping that--what's his name?"

The lady said "Reginal." I went into this thing about Oh yea, and how I really liked him even before I joined the camp. We really connected as friends, and I was hoping the (here I spoke up so Reginal would hear me) ..."Reginal would speak up and tell the truth because he saw what happened!"

I never got it all out, but I was working on it. I woke up.