non-lucid

I was at a fair shooting at targets with a gun the man next to me told me to kill myself I said I would if he would by me something to eat. we went to a run-down white castle (ive never been there in real life) but the it was orange on the inside (unlike white castle in real life) I ordered two large fries two sliders and tater-tots we didn’t pay. the food looked weird and they just magicly pulled it out of a small oven I went out to get something and came back in then I woke up

#1 - Chair Fight [Non-Lucid]

I was with AB, an old friend from high school, and some random girl. I think she said something about her named being Andon... hard to remember now. All I really remember was that it was the girl I was just meeting for the first time, but AB was the one who acted like he didn't really know us, and we were in some kind of high school classroom and we got into a fight with random objects. I was holding a chair up to defend against attacks and AB pulled out his wallet and threw his credit card at me, and it bounced off the chair and then flew straight (and slowly) into the ceiling where it got stuck, and then I proceeded to laugh my ass off at the absurdity until I woke up.

#2 - Just Another Family Party [Non-Lucid]

There was some kind of family party going on, and I was on the deck out back. I was actually swinging around the roof on some kind of rope or wire for part of it, too. A family friend, ME, was doing coke on the back table (which was awesome to witness ) and my uncle and I were laughing at my cat, who was actually speaking English with this funny high pitched voice... but just saying random gibberish, kind of like a parrot but even less developed, just repeating word salad phrases rather than structured sentences. I woke up laughing from this one, too.

Ok, so I've got a jumbled mess of dreams again. Hopefully, eventually, I can regain a more cohesive dream memory.

In this first dream, there's this large, wide open field area that we're running around in. I'm with a large group of people, though I don't remember who any of them are. The main thing I remember is that we're playing some sort of game, running around and collecting things for points. I'm not entirely sure what the deal is with this, but in the dream it's simply having fun. That is, until the dream suddenly takes a darker turn. Apparently I have been sentenced to the guillotine... for some reason. I don't remember why, and it's obviously unjust because there's a supposed way out. Someone, whom I can only give identity to as "Robin Hood" has presented me with this odd slip of paper that, just by having it on me, will somehow open a way for me to escape when the time comes. On the other hand, it's critically important that I don't lose it... and I seem to come awfully close several times. I fiddle with it, drop it, hastily pick it back up, and so on. Eventually I slip it between the seams of one of my sneakers, which is falling apart. This dream ends well before I actually get stuck in the guillotine, so who knows what that paper was supposed to do.

In the second dream, I'm on a cruise ship, or something. And, even though I don't really see them during the dream, I get the feeling that... the Chipmunks are on board somewhere. (Sigh. Yes, my friends made me watch all 3 chipmunk movies a few weeks ago. And I guess it's stuck.) Anyway... we're on a cruise ship, and it seems to be a little tough finding something to actually eat. Plus, the people on board (and we're all in mostly the same area... I guess it's a very small cruise ship) are getting a little rowdy with each other. It seems that one of the people has bad food poisoning, like Salmonella, and they're all telling him to stay away, hoping not to get sick themselves. I think this sick person is the "bad guy", Ein. And that's about all I remember for that.


Blah. It's good that I have some dream recall, but where are the exciting, lucid dreams? Ah well...

Another rough night. First, I just could not relax enough to fall asleep. Then when I was able to doze off, one of the dogs woke me up because she urgently needed to go outside. The process was repeated two hours later with the other dog. But at least there was one good dream when I slept between both trips.

I nearly WILD'd with this one. I fell asleep very quickly and saw a lot of hypnagogic imagery. I lost consciousness while focusing on it.

I'm in an office where the walls seem to be made of cheap fiberboard. Through the doorway, I can see into another office where there is gas being sprayed from the ceiling. This doesn't seem like a good place to be right now, so I turn around and head in the other direction.

I find myself in line in a cafeteria. It's a really long line, and it winds around a complicated arrangement of buffet stations. The woman behind me points out a section that has a tasty-looking pork dish. But for now, I've only gotten as far as potatoes. I take a generous helping of mashed potatoes, but I realize I'd much rather have baked potatoes with sour cream. Somehow, a platter of potato skins topped with sour cream appears next to the mashed potatoes. I certainly wouldn't have taken any mashed potatoes if I'd seen it earlier. I go ahead and take a generous helping. Then, realizing that my plate is completely filled with starchy foods, I decide I need to take nothing else but proteins.

Except that I somehow wind my way throughout the whole line without getting any meat dishes. I reach the end of the line where there's a soda machine. It has lots of choices crammed into a very small space. I have trouble getting my drink of choice because the labels don't seem to line up with the buttons. They're all numbered, too. But the numbers are not in any order, and the order changes each time I look.

Without my drink, I look at my plate and realize I never got that pork dish I wanted. I look back the line, but it's even longer and has more twists and turns. I'm not sure if I'll even find that dish again.

One positive note on waking: I managed to stay completely still with my eyes closed. So at least I'm making progress on eventually being able to DEILD. I also made another WILD attempt after my second trip taking the dogs outside. I think I got as far as SP and had some mild hypnagogic imagery, but I couldn't relax enough to enter sleep.

06.25.2012

Is it Legit? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's some random person showing me and another random person on how there's a store or something of the sort that sells Yu-Gi-Oh cards, and that there's one card that gets an updated picture frequently.

Me and this person I'm following go to a store to find some information on where this "store" is, and we eventually find it's at some kind of alley or street, with the number "5xx" and some kind of random lane name.

We reach a gray stone bench with a few people sitting on it, and they're looking at us quiet suspiciously. I'm just here to make sure the person I'm following doesn't get shot or something. There's another person following us who apparently can tell if a card is fake or real.

The group of shady people give the guy the card to look at, and then he hands it over to me. The card is light purple, it has almost all the features of a Yu-Gi-Oh card, life-points, picture, name of the monster, description with special abilities, code number, etc.

The only exception is that it was a bit shorter than the average size of cards. I didn't bother with this because I didn't want to say it's fake and piss the shady people off. I pass it to the guy who can tell if it's real or not.

He looks at it for a few seconds and says it's legit. I forget what we do next, but I assume the guy pays for the card and we go our own separate ways from the shady people.

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06.25.2012

Clerker? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I believe I'm at some kind of beach, this same beach has extensions of certain attributes that you would see in an uncharted island. I'm with a group of people, and I believe we're looking at some guy wearing red dress shirt.

This same shirt had a Hawaiian style to it, and he wore long and slim black pants. He keeps smirking at us, and just has that shady atmosphere to him. I have a feeling he wants to injure or kill us.

I don't know what's happening, but one member of the small group I'm following is willing to offer another member in order to satisfy the guy in the red shirt's desire.

I forget what it was exactly, but this guy seemed to be interested in some kind of black magic, it reminded me of Kitami's character from Bible Black for some reason >.>

Anyway, the member was pretty clever with the offering, and I think it was a female, and I couldn't feel any kind of emotion towards the girl, maybe we didn't care about here, I don't know....

I have a dream shift where I decide I wanted to dance in some kind of recital. But instead of the word dancer, I have to use the word "Clerker?"

And when that happens, I get a flashback of the guy in the red Hawaiian dress shirt and black pants.

Oh and that same guy, he had a really long pompadour, and it was dark brown. He must've used a lot of gel to keep it up like that....O.o

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06.25.2012

Skipping in Line (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I only remember some girl skipping a person in a line, and I didn't understand why she needed to do so in the first place, since the line itself really wasn't that long.

Then I made the presumption that it's because the guy in front of me was probably annoying to her. Whenever he talked to her, she would be nice to him, but the moment he turned his back away from her, I still kept a sharp eye on her, and her visages changes from kindness to a form of apathy.

She was cute too, but really skinny, and she was dark-skinned as well wearing some kind of hoodie, along with dark blue skinny jeans as well I believe.

Cows in the Flowers

I dreamed there was an island of flowers in my yard. Three cows were on the little garden area. There wasn't even room on the flower bed for them to turn around, but they stayed right there.

What is Spinning me in Bed?
I felt as though I was spinning by the feet in bed. I opened my eyes (in my dream) to see if I really was spinning. I seemed to be in my bed straight.

I closed my eyes again and paid attention to my body. I really started to spin. Not fast--I simply felt myself moving in a circle as though someone took my feet and was spinning me around.

I thought it was satan, my ex step-mother, or my Dad. All should have been dream signs, and opening my dream eyes should have been a hint that I was dreaming. Oh well.

Trying not to think about Satan (I don't believe in the devil iwl), I called out the name of my ex step-mother. I saw a silhouette of her, but there was a little light showing her dark skin color.

I called out to my Dad.

This is the third dream in the last few weeks where I kind of knew I was dreaming or that something was not real or not right.

Dream skip

I was at a party for a really rich guy. At first I was out doors. His property was huge. It felt like a college campus with grassy areas leading to a wall with a 2 foot drop, then a large walkway laid with brick.

I ended up going with a guy inside. I had a beer that tasted like pink ginger-ale. We went in a room looking for something. I set my beer down, and when we left, I realized I had left my beer in the room.

I went back to look for it and couldn't find it. I went to a back room and couldn't find it. I went back to a bathroom and looked around and finally found it.

I then asked the guy I was with if he wanted something. He said he wanted a quesa dilla with four pieces of something. I then had a small, home made tortilla in my hand with 4 pieces of cheese. I went into a back bathroom to put it together with onion or something. My friend D's wife was in the bedroom. I was hoping she would show me a little something. She never did.

Non-dream Dream

I was able to recall two fairly vivid dreams today.

Dream 1:

I see my boss and he looks horrible. He describes how his son kicked him in the chest and somehow I know he will die soon. He dies soon after. I catch the heart attack (or whatever illness he had) from him and head to the hospital. The nurses are not taking me seriously even when I begin coughing up blood. I keep yelling "help me" but they do nothing. The doctor finally comes in and gives me antibiotics. I start feeling better and a little groggy. I ask him if I am dying or if the medication is putting me to sleep. I think I died. My hospital bed is suddenly transported to my backyard where my mom is by my bedside. I look over under our oak tree to find my cat Vito has killed a giant rabbit.

Note - The following day I had to go to urgent care due to terrible stomach / chest pains.

Dream 2:

I am at a barber in Westwood, CA getting a crappy haircut. The only reason I am there (or so I think) is to kill some time (not sure what I had planned later). My dad happens to be there and he said we were supposed to meet at the barber. After my haircut I go visit my fiance's parents and this is where the devil comes in.

The devil appears to me as a cat who is possessed and can see dead people (only briefly, then the devil appears human). I meet with the devil in a really nice hotel or club in a room behind a very skinny door. There are tons of hot chicks and someone needs to bang them in order for the devil to be released. Giant bubbles containing the chicks fall to the ocean and how they fall / pop determine life or death (?!?). i am able to turn something into a gold cup. Somehow this action makes me realize that I am dead and it is my entry to see the devil (I think).

Next I am in the kitchen of my childhood home (Pam Ln). The room turns dark red (extremely scary) when the cat is threatened (the devil is now a cat again and I'm not sure what was threatening it).

Other dream snippet:

-I am in a place with a huge chain linked fence (maybe a parking lot?)

i stand on the American side of the America - Mexico boarder. for some reason i am fixing to cross boarder. all that stands in my way is a creek (i believe was supposed to be the Rio Grande) a standard metal fence, and a wooden platform with two guards and a scale on it, all this is on the Mexican side. (here a blank spot in my dream occurs...) the next thing i know i find myself on the platform and the two men tell me to step onto the scale and so i do, i look down at the screen and they say to tell them what it says. as i look into the LCD readout i see a skull and crossbones so i tell them "skull and crossbones" then i see a black gun and i say "steel" a white gun and i say "shoot" the black gun "steel the white gun "shoot" i look up and one of the men makes a comment in a half amused manner "man this guy is disgusting." (as my dad walks into my room at this point the dream goes black and my eyes slowly begin to open.)

I was in a Asian style room with an open sliding door it was night time in the room was Garr Naruto and lee they all had baseball sized balls either made of metal or wood and they all had a cloth or something wrapped around it. Each person other than me had two Garr and Naruto take theirs and leave but lee refuses I convenes him to go then I woke up

I was in a large room with many people (I think a mess hall) then a girl drug me by the arm to the bathroom and we kissed there were both genders in the room and they all looked at us. A friend said something to me but I don’t know who it was or what they said then I woke up

No dream recall at all last night ,weird o well theres always tonight .

This dream was simply just strange. If there is any sort of deep and hidden meaning in it, I sure as hell can't find it.

Summer School

I was in summer school at my high school, and though I do remember doing quite well in French, I was taking that over the summer. I hated the class. It was boring, and it had a bad feeling to it, though this classroom was not how I remember my French classroom, but it resembled much closer to my Junior year English classroom, which are somewhat polar to French. Also, the lights were always off. I don't quite remember how much time I had spent in this classroom in my dream, nor do I remember how many students were in the class and if my teacher was canon or not, but I was most certainly detesting every living moment of it, and I don't remember learning a darn thing, either.

Being Black and Having a Third Nipple

This still takes place in my French class, though things changed, dramatically. It was time for class to get out, I believe. I for some reason lifted my shirt, and looked down at my white-skinned chest to find that I in fact had something that bared close resemblance to either a pimple or a third nipple, though I assumed it was the latter. I became a black man, a cartoon black man, and I lifted my shirt once again to reveal my now dark-brown colored (and strangely much more muscular) chest to the classroom. They stared in awe at my extra feature that laid right below my left nipple. The teacher mentioned something about me having showed this to her in the past, though I do not see how that could be, seeing as though I had only just discovered this third teat. Still, I walked out of the classroom, and I felt that class was not over yet, and truly, it wasn't.

Ditching Summer School

I didn't want to go back into that damned French class, so you know what I did after the variably short break? I didn't. No, I instead went into what I think was a math class of some sort, which in reality would be the last thing I would ever do to escape a class that I hated. Trading for a even worse class and whatnot. This classroom reminded me much more of my middle school history classroom, even though it was in high school. It was a much more fun class though. I had friends in it, the teacher let us goof around, and there was even a TV. Though despite it being a math class, we were doing history, and even French! I worried in the back of my mind what the consequences were for missing my second half of French summer school, though I was even more worried about how badly I was doing in this class. I asked the teacher if this class had a lot of French in it, the classmates laughed and didn't give me an answer.
It was now sunset outside, and we were heading into what appeared to be a built-in restroom for some reason.

Welp, not sure what it meant, though it was kind of fun I suppose.

I'm at school. I only have 1st and 2nd hour today. Not quite sure why. During my first hour my friend, Leon, asks me if I want to go to some concert with him. I agree without knowing admission prices, location, or time. I then proceed to my second hour. It is World History with Ms. Willey. When I get there, I am told by Will[Ms. Willey] that my assignment is different than everybody else's. She then says she accidentally printed the wrong assignment and I am free to do as I wish. So, I get on a computer and research the concert. Lunch time. I am suddenly in the cafeteria and instead of eating I just sit down by myself. I am joined by a red-headed Morgan[Normally blonde haired], a girl with an amazing butt and an incredible smile. We talk and pass the time away. The, Heather, a girl that I have crushed on for years, walks up along with Shannon. Morgan tells me to look at her feet. This makes me uncomfortable because Heather is is here. I do look though, and Morgan mumbles something about her feet. When I look up, Morgan is standing up. She proceeds to ask which of us she hangs out with more. I use a HUD, which oddly and conveniently appears, to check the time that we hang out. I notice that I have hung out with her the most at a grand total of 9 minutes. Suddenly, I am with Leon outside of a concert. Leon says something about being surprised that we would have to pay. He says it is odd, especially with Kahzo, a friend who is apparently performing in the concert. He says normally Kahzo's wife does free tickets. I think back to the HUD from the cafeteria. I realize that I sat with Morgan all lunch and it said I had hung out with her for 9 minutes. I make a note to myself never to trust the HUD again. I wake up.

I'm standing next to Dustin(A very close friend). We are at marching band rehearsal, and everybody is doing mass runthroughs of a piece. There is a guest conductor! I do not know who he is but he seems to have a lot of knowledge about this piece. Time to start playing! This piece doesn't seem too hard. We are not moving at all so this seems really easy. I take that back, these fast notes are very hard to play! Me and Dustin both dropped out on them. At least I'm not the only one that has trouble with it, If Dustin, out best sax player, had to drop out, then it is fair for me to drop out too, right? The guest conductor is telling us that it is not that hard. I guess he knows what he is talking about so I will try to trust him. Me and Dustin begin to walk over to the other saxes when the guest conductor starts talking again. I notice that there is a young woman with him atop the hill he is on. Maybe it is an assistant of hie, or maybe it is Vanessa, the flute instructor. When the guest conductor is done talking I turn around and see that the band has split into sections. I look for the saxes and begin to walk toward them with Dustin. I accidentally bump into David, another close friend who happens to be the drum major, who is spinning his mace. Just then the assistant screams, "NO BATONS!!!" I suddenly realize who the lady is! It is Ms Sare, our current band director! When we finally meet up with the saxes, Mikel, the trombone section leader, moves us to where we should be. This throws me off since we have the same level of authority, so he should not be moving me around. Either way, we get to where we need to be, and all seems well. Then Angie, the clarinet section leader, comes up to me with a complaint about the flute section. I wake up.

Finally! After several days of really poor recall, I finally managed to recall a much longer dream. How did I do it?

Before I went to bed, I resolved that I would remember my dreams.

I'm leaving a building and retrieving my car. I must be in Washington, D.C. because I can see the Washington and Lincoln Monuments in the skyline. I'm parked on a road that runs along the waterfront. It's a sunny day and the water is a sparkling bright blue. It looks pretty inviting, but there's somewhere I have to be right now. I drive off in the car, but navigating the streets of D.C. is a little confusing. I'm not sure which direction I should take. I end up driving along the waterfront until I get to some empty parking spaces near the Jefferson Memorial on the outskirts of the city.

I park the car, cross the street, and climb up some steps to a small stone building. Inside, I get into an elevator. It seems that the building goes down into the ground rather than up. Two other people get in the elevator. As it descends, I realize that I don't want to be in close company with these people, though I don't remember why. I jump out at the first level where the doors open. It seems to be a cafeteria. I pick up a boxed lunch, trying to keep it level so nothing spills while getting into the next elevator.

This time, the elevator takes me to a mall. (The Mall, perhaps? This is D.C.) I walk into a store, which appears to be a Bath & Body Works store during their clearance sale. However, I notice all the fixtures are temporary ones. I strike up a conversation with an employee, who points out another permanent store across the way. I decide to volunteer to help pack up and move merchandise. I shove my box lunch into my back pack, forgetting the need to keep it level.

Moving out of the store, I'm no longer in the mall but on a stage. The curtain is partially closed, but I can see an audience sitting and waiting. There's a woman and two kids on the stage. They look like Pamela and her kids from "Army Wives." The kids are looking through the open portion of the curtain to see if their dad is in the audience, but he isn't there or just isn't paying attention. They start to cry because he'll miss their big show.