Non-Lucid Dreams
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening Chip Franklin is on tour and I go with some friends to see one of his shows. It is a disaster, very short, very boring and I fall asleep. I am so disappointed that I try to meet him at the end of the show to have an honest conversation with him. My uncles come to my house, which is not my actual house but some kind of barn, and they start checking my drawers, apparently looking for something. They find some of my documents, bank extracts, bills, they basically learn how much money I got and I spend. I am beyond furious for their indiscretion. They pretend they didn't see a thing, but have this look on their faces like now they know something they'll use against me.
My sister was dying from cancer. I was crying on the couch. My mom was back from the dead comforting me.
Morning of November 23, 2019. Saturday. Dream #: 19,332-03. Optimized 1 minute read. I maintain my metacognitive awareness of sleeping and dreaming. My dream self holds the awareness of being in bed at our present address with my memory of my current waking life. However, the details of my environment are incorrect (to prevent associating my dream with real life). I am on my back (though in reality, only my head is upward as I am otherwise sleeping more on my left side). Zsuzsanna is in our kitchen. I see blue sky through our roof. Our landlord had removed a small square section from it (which would not be possible as a few large sheets of metal serve as our sloped roof that also has a ceiling under it). I catch a glimpse of his face, but he does not regard me. I do not perceive it as an intrusion. After a short time, the area is as it was. Variations of this “looking in” narrative have occurred in all sleep cycles since childhood, though it occurs more often with the personification of potential wakefulness associated with a window or a door. I honestly cannot believe some people think this type of content has to have a waking-life “interpretation” each time. I typically perceive this personification of anticipated wakefulness as more intrusive in my final dreaming experience of a sleep cycle. My metacognitive awareness of my need to eventually wake is most predominant at this time. For people (such as so-called “dream experts”) who cannot comprehend such a self-evident process, I have no words.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening The world is on fire. But I am part of a group who has knowledge of a way out. We are preparing to leave through some sort of a secret tunnel to another world. On the day I am going to cross it, I have to go through a mob of desperate people on the streets, but despite difficulties, I make it to the designated place. There is some sort of magic involved so we need to close the "door" behind us before other people notice it and also use it. I don't feel bad for leaving them behind, I feel relieved. (don't judge me ) At my farm. A storm is coming and my dad is with me but doesn't want to help me shut the doors and windows. A big cloud seems to be sucking air and debris and another one in an opposite direction, seems to be pouring it down. There are also many tornadoes forming. I see my dogs Maya and Tara outside and bring them to the kitchen. Don't know where the others are. Lightnings start small fires. I go outside and follow the trail of fires and put them out. I end up walking a long way, until I reach a beautiful village by the sea. I cross the village downtown and notice I am being followed by a chinese dude who seems familiar (has followed me before). I try to lose him by entering a labyrinth of streets where a market spreads out. Then I feel strangely sick with strong vertigo and feeling my consciousness fading. At this point it gets scary because I actually feel like this is happening to me in real life as I lay in bed and I fear I might be having some kind of collapse and not wake up. (but I do) It's been raining and a new waterfall formed in the hill in front of my house. It is beautiful and I take a photo to send to Riverstone. I go outside and as I get closer, I see people bathing in it and lounging in chairs and basically enjoying it as if they are at the beach. I am picking wood for my fireplace from a storage in my terrace. It is night but some village kids are passing by the road outside and they take a peak over the wall to see who's there. One of them asks to use the toilet but I feel he just wants to snoop around. I say no, but then notice voices of people inside my house and wonder if they tricked me to get through the front door as I was distracted. Someone did enter, but it is my uncles along with some distant relatives I don't even know. They somehow assumed they could come in. I explain it is my house and that I'd like that they called first asking if they could come. But they couldn't care less, they seem to have an agenda. More people start coming in and taking tables outside, rearranging everything in my house. I am told it is for a party or a wedding. Some of the family members are choosing rooms to sleep in. My house is 10 times bigger than in reality and so they all find some room to stay. I go around yelling at them, asking them to leave, but some of these people don't even know who I am and don't even care. They were told it was fine to invade my house. I then focus on keeping the doors and windows shut because of the cats, which I can't find any and I am losing it. Coming from walking Hachi and there is a bike race passing in front of my house. But Hachi is cool as a cucumber. At some place like school and I am hungry. In cafeteria there is a group of people arranging the place for an event or maybe lunch later. But there is a table full of peeled bananas anybody can have if they want. I take one but its so mushy I throw it away and go get a second. A nice guy comments about the bananas while also eating one. Meet my school crush Marco and a common friend and I am not sure if he recognizes me, doesn't show signs of it. We need to spend the afternoon together because of some project. I am working on the computer, they are working on something else. Later on, we sit together at a couch talking and Marco touches my hand very softly and discreetly and I realize he did recognize me. Then some people from their families comes in and I notice some angry looks in our direction. They noticed the hands touching fondly and apparently he is married now. There is a little girl about 2 years old that comes straight at me and she is adorably articulate, shows me something and then sings a song. I think she is his daughter. I feel embarrassed that she sings way better than me. I go to my friend's restaurant to get some free food. In exchange I offer to help him with the dishes, if he needed, so he puts me doing stupid tasks instead, like diluting the bottled ketchup with water. He says it's because they are getting dry, not to fool customers, but I am not sure. Then he makes do some other absurd tasks and I am like "I have had it! This guy always takes advantage of my kindness"[/COLOR]
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Morning of November 21, 2019. Thursday. Dream #: 19,330-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min. In coming out of slow-wave sleep into REM sleep, cortical arousal is slower (the weather getting hotter), so an Indonesian man (with a barely discernible ghostlike companion) in a small cage on wheels in a desert setting is the result, defining how the mind-body connection and the freedom of physical movement is absent during sleep. My instinctual self, no longer ghostlike, develops into a separate character on a concrete path near an unknown building. I think I might be in Africa or India. Gradually, despite not recalling much of my waking-life identity, I become vaguely aware I am in Australia. However, the presence of mines makes this a questionable factor, as the idea of a minefield in Australia seems unlikely. (This incidental association is a distortion of Zsuzsanna and I watching “China Gate” from 1957.) Another Indonesian male as a result of emerging but divided preconscious dynamics appears. I assume I may be in Indonesia, though this remains uncertain. Despite the neurological authority of the preconscious simulacrum, I do what I want for the most part. I free the first man from his cage, increasing my imaginary proprioception. I then mentally erase all the mines so we can go where we want. There are other unknown males. Most of them are without homes. I decide I should make houses for them. Cognitive arousal initiates, though it remains incidental, despite it integrating with the usual wall mediation, and I tell them they can call me on an emergency number if they need to. I write it near the left side of a doorway at chest level. In reality, it is not a telephone number, but from an American address from many years ago. This typical dream state cognitive error stems from it being similar to the real-life emergency number of 911 in America, though in Australia it is 000. My dream self maintains instinctual threads up until near the end of my dream, with neither lucidity nor my waking-life identity ever being a factor. I mentally cause houses to emerge from the desert. The walls rise from the ground on each side into a vertical position (an obvious analogy to waking and standing), though I do not recall how the roof and other details manifest other than by appearing out of nowhere. The men I am helping soon become miners. Subliminal acceptance of my status of being asleep comes to the forefront again. The men are sleeping outside near a fence. (It is wall mediation again, though with slow vestibular correlation rather than cognitive as in the earlier event where I wrote the number). The preconscious personification is still present but passive as I talk to him about the men. It seems they had been at a party the night before and drank too much alcohol. One man is especially out of it and drank more than the others. At this point, I slowly wake. The last scene represents melatonin mediation. It is disrupted in hot weather and is associated with a need for more.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening At my mom's. In the living room I see through the window a kind of drone dropping half a dozen black cubes that seem to be surveying the building. I have a feeling they are probes and will try tog get in. Go meet my mom in the bathroom, who is gently picking up a tiny flying drone and dropping it out of the window. She saw the others too and thinks they are looking for this one. But I have a vision that they will come in looking for us and will be followed by actual aliens to pick us up. I tell mom to grab the essentials and leave. I am in pajama so I put on some clothes in a hurry. I realize the drones broke through but on the neighbor's house next door. I can see in visions what they are doing there. It's as if they don't understand exactly where they are and are still figuring it out. They break stuff and attract another neighbor with the noise. I pick up cellphones and chargers and my mom turns off anything electrical for safety. Then asks why are they taking so long and shouldn't we be gone? I tell her I am still grabbing a coat and then we must go. No time to escape but I have a secret passage in the bathroom. We lock ourselves up in the bathroom, I open a lid on the wall that supposedly hides pipes and electrical stuff but pressing the right combination of buttons, the entire corner of the wall turns around 360 degrees and reveals a secret tunnel. The drones come in the bathroom and suspect of something, they look through the vents but can't find the secret passage. The tunnel leads to the attic of the building. In the attic we find a homeless guy who broke in and been there living for some time. I explain I don't mind he sleeps there, as long as he doesn't steal people's stuff from their storages. I explain we need to stay for a while to escape some bad dudes who invaded our home. Later we go outside together to get food and we come back. He meets a friend who we also bring in. I focus on developing my powers. I climb a wall by sinking my fingers and feet on the wall as if it is jello. I notice near the ceiling a row of holes and I take a peak and see the floor of my living room. I check on my cats and I see a couple of them there eating at the table, some food I left on, having a good time.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening Meet my father at a train station. He is using crutches and we need to take elevator down. Problem is, dozens of people are taking the elevators and at some point they break. The other people could use the stairs but most just wait for the technician to fix it. Meanwhile we all stand at a balcony that is dangerously giving in to the weight of all the people waiting. My dad assures it is safe, but I try to really stay out of it. Meeting a group of friends. V. Palmeirim and some other famous dude join in the group. They don't seem to know me. I notice we all are wearing shirts with white and blue patterns, stripes, waves and checkers. I suggest a group photo and we make some nice poses. We then stay at someone's place. A couple of my friends, Zilla and some other, want to go on an urgent mission to Porto, but it is late in the evening and I warn that we will be out all night if we go now. We take a cab, but the driver stops somewhere to pick up something and delays us even further, so the girls change their mind and agree it is too late to go out on such journey. Back home they are still making contacts and checking other ways to go, but meanwhile we start watching "Across the Universe" on tv and time passes. I say "no way we are going now. It's 10 pm." Then I notice Jaime is among the friends and he also just spotted me watching the film and singing along and he looks like his heart melted. In the morning I go out to the nearby chinese supermarket to buy some stuff. The staircase and lobby of this building is from the 50s and majestic. Everything is grand and high ceiling and huge open space. I am joined by my dog Hachi who is hanging around for no reason. We hug really tight and then he joins me for a walk in the garden of some museum close by.
Me and a few other people wen't supposedly time travelling back into 1900's around the time of ww1, but somehow everything blend together, nothing really made sense, only there in the dream I somehow understood I started to hear clair de lune in the background the guide\entity told us that this is the final\first day before\after the war and its the day of Saint Valery (idk who that is if its even existing ,interesting though) , that our struggle is over , this is the day of relief we gathered around a campfire and celebrated ,everyone laughed or cried or was just glad ,it was like if everyone's got reliefed of their problems as if a period of struggle came to an end then suddenly I woke up at 3 am to a dog barking outside
I'm Spider-man. I'm fixing something in Manhattan-like city with Flik, the ant from a Pixar movie. Wind picks up and carries with it a soft female voice. The voice sings a single word "Tornado". I quickly turn around and see a powerful tornado coming towards me. I start web slinging away, but stop between two skyscrapers to look back. I'm worried for my friend and other people on the street. I see them running, but I have no time to worry about them anymore. The buildings next to me are starting to fall apart from the top, the tornado rips one of them apart completely. The collapsing skyscraper is about to bury me, but I escape with a quick web sling.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening A Rinpoche I don't know is visiting Portugal. He says the Rinpoches house needs to be emptied fast and they are looking for some place where to store furniture and books. I offer to store the books but say I have no covered place to store the furniture. He argues it just needs to be a cemented floor, no need for cover cause they can use a tarp. But they also don't know how long it will be, so I keep saying no, afraid of the weather changes. Anyway, this Rinpoche hands me one book as an example and I treat it as a precious treasure. Attending some VIP award ceremony for which I bought a ticket. I go to the main entrance of the venue, I look fabulous and confident, but the door keepers tell me the entrance is for guests only or nominees. The bought tickets have to enter through a lateral door. There is a mother and daughter who also get denied entrance and I join them in looking for the secondary door. I try to cheer them up by showing enthusiasm and not upset with the setback. I have some big props/ jewels I have to carry in my hands and I am sick of it and considering leaving them behind. They tell me not to do it. At an underground bunker in the USSR. An accident with grenades exploding at the entrance reveals our location to some team outside looking for us. They enter through an opening on the back. I resist but all others surrender, so I also give up. They subject us to indoctrination treatment, make us watch videos about the great motherland. I laugh and do not allow the brainwashing. The others decided to play along, figure they will suffer less. I also consider they might put me in sleep deprivation and so on, so I also consider playing along, as it is naive of them to think we can actually believe their bullshit after watching some videos. Crossing some station and I become lucid. Drop my backpack, take my shoes and socks, open a door to another dream. There is a garden and a nice party with beautiful dancers like nymphs. There are a lot of white lotuses with purple orbs glowing in the center. Up close the orbs look like a white bubble of a thin membrane with the purple one inside. I put my hand through the external one and pick the purple one, which actually looks like a molecule with several atoms and bridges, also made from the thin membrane. They start to deflate but I make them turn into a sort of purple lotus flower and then I eat it. Tastes like raw cabbage. That was sort of pointless. Look around and think of lying a bit and decide what to do next. Think about my guru but get distracted by Henri, which I haven't seen in years but is now here in a suit and tie. I call him, he doesn't even notice I am there. I wake up cause I am snoring loud. With my mom, I think in my home because there is a fireplace burning. I leave her for a moment in the living room and when I come back she threw a lot of absurd things in the fire, like a can where I keep coffee capsules, a wooden box and a bunch of unopened yogurts. I can't save the yogurts because they melted away, but manage to recover the rest before it burns. She has no recollection of having done that. I surely didn't, so then we get really concerned about her mental health. I am a boy playing piano on stage at a public recital. Some colleagues trolled me and put something inside the piano so when I reach some notes it sounds really bad. I have to stop and open the piano and find a saxofone inside. I show it to the audience, they show sympathy for me, but my teacher who also despises me, doesn't allow me to sit back and play again and announces the next kid to perform. I am revolted. I try to cope but can't sit in the audience. I sneak out and head for some beautiful deserted place. Seems like we are in an island. I see ocean, a bay, but also a mountain and chose to go there. Just go first to my room pick my bag so I can go there, but I can't find the bag. Outside sitting in a car is Tatiana but she pretends not to see me.
Jamie dreams Two fragments when I'm falling asleep. She's suddenly around now, just remember her being happy and nice to me. sort of like being a good girlfriend. wish i remembered more of these ones. Another fragment where apparently, I know her mom in this one. In this dream me and her mom attend a support group for people who have relatives who are schizophrenic (My mom is but on meds.) Then she picks me up from my dad's workplace which is a large and elaborate construction site. Next Her mom is driving me around country roads outside of Olds. I keep wanting to ask her about Jamie because I haven't heard from her in years. I decide against asking because I think it would make me seem creepy or something. I did once know a couple in didsbury, some older guy also called, "Jamie," with a mother for a schizophrenic. Use to see him and his wife around the bar in that town a lot. He also had looks that Jamie could have inherited from him if he was her father... Hmm. filming apparently I'm going back to an abandoned hospital to film something for youtube. But now I have to go through someone's office. I ask to film there and am approved. A girl from work V, drives me there, or her mother does. She piles in the van but is sharing a seat with me. We are up close and i am holding her leg. she seems unaware, I look and notice the passenger font seat is empty. I ask her why she didn't sit there? she doesn't answer. Before going into the building we have to do some exercise with army people? there was something about Her throwing something and then I cut a branch? Makes no sense. We go in the building and follow a group of people. I ask where the abandoned area is. I am then led by someone to an elevator. it's all vague after. work Dream about making out with one of the indian girls from work... I need a social life and a S.O.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening My mom's neighbor is moving in. My mom's cats and my own are by the door with me, watching. I am naked from the waist up. Attending teachings at some venue. I have red hair. I get to sit in front of Rinpoche. He is also naked from waist up and smiling so much. An Indian lady by my side hands me a Tibetan medicine book. The intro is done by a speaker in Spanish and we can't hear a thing. With Rinpoche again. Now a small group of women in a small meeting room, sitting on the floor. He is giving advice for projects and so on. I am not in any of those projects, but one lady asks me a favor to call this guy who wants to buy some machine for their organization.
This was a stressful dream. I think this a recurring dream, or perhaps nightmare. I am back in high school. These are the classes I remember on my schedule - Religion - Film But I know there was 8 other classes I can't think of. I was worried because there was a religion paper I had to hand in but I had not started or even gone to a single class. I was worried that even if I completed the paper the teacher wouldn't know who I was. I felt so stressed and overwhelmed by the workload. I went looking for my counselor and found her waiting for me in the lobby. She gave me a hug but said she couldn't remember my name. I started talking to her about wanting to withdraw from classes. I woke up a few moments later relieved I am not in high school anymore. Dreams are wonderful. It felt so real being back to school. How terrifying.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening My grandma's house is back in the family. I am asked to spend a few days in it and I ponder moving there for good with my animals. I comment with someone that unfortunately the gym in that village has some type of martial arts but only in a shitty schedule that I can't attend and that may influence my decision to move there. I am a pretty confident actress trying to make it. I walk into a studio where I am going to shoot a commercial. I cross path with a kid I know from a Star Wars movie as an extra. The commercial is about a delivery service but for some reason I have to sit on a toilet behind a guy sitting at a desk at an office. I am pretty sure nobody wanted to shoot this embarrassing commercial. I feel extremely embarrassed. Then I go to the toilet for real and I am attacked by some jealous girl with a knife. We have an ugly fight and I slash her shirt and she eventually gives up, but she tells me she was sent by a group of people determined to hurt me because somehow they are jealous of me. The Avengers are now old. Even Superman is a retired ill man. But there is a world threat and they are called back to action. They say to call the Incredibles instead, that they will handle it. There is also some dude called General Radical (his name) and they want to call him to, but he is a kleptomaniac. When they knock on his door he is proud to show the stuff he is been stealing. He is proud of it.
Morning of November 13, 2019. Wednesday. Dream #: 19,322-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min 30 sec. The gradual emergence of my instinctual self from slow-wave sleep into REM sleep carries the subliminal goal to achieve consciousness to get up to use the bathroom. My real-life identity is absent. The urge is not that pressing, so my dream self remains distracted within an imaginary realm, requiring considerable preconscious effort to arouse me from sleep due to warm weather. I had been swimming underwater in an unknown resort hotel to find a bathroom. During this time, an unfamiliar male is also in the underwater hall, swimming several feet behind me. Soon, a big catfish (though not much bigger than me) appears and eats the other male after bumping into him several times. I manage to get into the underwater bathroom and close the door behind me. I consider it might be better to use a different bathroom as I am uncertain if the toilet works. My dream self passively integrates with the precursory form of wall mediation (that modulates dream sleep into the waking process). The catfish is still outside the bathroom. It tries to eat me and keeps bumping into the door when I have it halfway open as well as striking my body. After a few minutes of battling the catfish, I swim out into the hall, and the catfish simultaneously swims into the bathroom, signifying escaping illusion to achieve wakefulness. I trap it inside by closing the door. My emerging proprioception (and vestibular system correlation) atypically decreases in the next scene (again, due to the warm weather), similar to the dynamics of a false awakening, where I typically tell someone about my previous dreaming experience, though it is part of the same dream in this case. While upstairs, I see several members of the public present in the lobby that is not underwater. I tell a male tourist (who is sitting on a couch) about the incident, as I do not see a hotel employee, though one soon arrives. He is unfamiliar and about thirty. I tell him in detail about the big catfish eating the other man. However, there is some uncertainty if the body would still be whole or if he would be in pieces, as I recall the catfish was not much bigger than me. I become aware of the existence of my youngest son as a thread of my real identity emerges as I grow closer to wakefulness. My dream’s fictitious backstory now includes my son being at the resort with me, and we both need to find a bathroom. However, I start to lose my sense of self by falling back into passive dream meandering, which results in the preconscious pulling me back into the waking process by creating a post-Naiad simulacrum to increase proprioception again. I realize, as the room grows darker and with decreasing detail with my dulling senses, I had been holding onto something with my right hand and cannot go any farther (or return to slow-wave sleep). It turns out to be the yellow elastic belt of an unfamiliar girl standing at the bottom of a staircase. (Yellow is the color that correlates with emerging consciousness because of its brightness and association with sunrise.) I walk back several feet as my dream vivifies as I once again grow closer to wakefulness. I look at the coil (vestibular system autosymbolism, specifically the cochlea) that covers the palm of my hand, though this is illogical as it implies her belt had an unrealistic amount of slack near the buckle. I apologize to her, making an unlikely excuse that I thought it was the baluster of the staircase I had been holding yet while continuing to walk. She remains cheerful. The stairs are my instinctual cue to wake (though I often use stairs to vivify a dream).
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