non-lucid

Had a dream where I entered an abandoned service station with 2 bay garage. At first I thought it was just me in there but after a minute I started hearing noises of people moving around. It was mostly dark inside.
So I'm staying in the shadows trying not to be seen by whoever. Then the garage bay doors are opened by someone, first the right one, then the left. Now I know for sure people are here, and it seems more are gathering by the minute. Opening the doors lets in more light also.

I re-position myself a bit, but dispite my best efforts, someone comes around the corner, and he has a gun. I think he sees me, so I make my presence known. It is now that I am aware that I am wearing a black ski mask over my head. He doesn't shoot me but claims "This is our territory!" As I look around, I can see just how big his gang is, and they are all armed. I understand I am to leave immediately, which I do. Cautiously and slowly I make my way past the gang members.

I am about halfway to the door, when another gang bursts in and starts a gang war with them. It is awful, bullets are flying everywhere, I don't know how I manage not getting hit. But I ignore the fighting and keep moving. The new gang sees I'm not a threat to them so they let me pass as well. I finally get outside and to safety, whew! Across the street, I look back to the place, it seems like the assulting gang lost the fight and retreated.

Looking around some more, I come across a group of DCs who are practicing archery. They seem to be ready for battle as well, so I point out to them where the gang was at. It seems I end up leading them into battle against the gang I fled from. Their first volley of arrows fall way short, so I tell them you're going to have to shoot twice as far. They are able to correct, and release a volley of arrows that go straight into the open bay doors and kills many gang members. I grab some arrows that were shot and became stuck into the ground, readying myself for melee combat. Everyone charges forward, still shooting arrows as they go. Once our group gets back inside the service station, it is a massacre for the gang. Even though I don't have a bow, I stab a gang member with 4 arrows I hold in both my hands, he dies. I believe all the DC gang members die.

Dream 1
I was in my bedroom and I rc'd, my Dad told me I had to get ready for school.[COLOR="red"] I knew I was dreaming but somehow ended up in school with my friend asking me if I wanted to go to a cinema. I said yes. The classroom was very weird but I can't remember much. Then the dream restarted and I was back in my house I rc'dthe nose pinch was weird like I could partly breath. As soon as I became Lucid I took off my clothes and went outside. I started to think it was real everything was very realistic but ultimately it was a dream.[The dream ended after that I guess./COLOR]

Dream 2
I think this was an LD too. I was playing for Manchester United, I remember being on the pitch and running into the box. Someone shot (probably Rooney) and the ball was deflected to Scholes who was wearing the number 14 (dream sign) he scored. I also remember being in one of the stands of Old Trafford.

I remembered a full dream in the morning but was a bit sick and really tired, so I just fell back to a hazy sleep and forgot.

Second

I'm taking pictures with a digital camera that has something like 20*20 pixels and is black and white. When I take the picture of a ball, a black pixelated circle with a white background appears on the screen.

04.04.2012

Zombie Slaves and Duke Nukem (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Even though its spring break I had to get up at 6:30 AM for a short film I am working on with some friends. I didn't have a chance to wright or type it until now which is 11:11 PM.

There is another zombie apocalypse. I am with another survivor. I don't think I new him before the outbreak but it we make a good team. We are in a car riding around down town Bakersfield, California were I live. The funny thing is neither of us are driving. Instead we trained one of the zombies to not attack us and act as our chauffeur.

There is no one on the road except for zombies and we drive straight through them without a problem. Me and the other guy are talking and enjoying the show when we start rearing to right. Our zombie henchmen collapses over the steering wheel and we crash into a stop light. It seems our zombie has rotted away and died again. Maybe we should have fed it more. Our car is totaled so we need to hot wire another one and preferably train another zombie. I look and see a really cool hot rod that would be fun to drive. I look and realize all the cars on this street are really awesome. A lot of them are classic cars that I can't remember the names of. Most of them are convertible which would make us to vulnerable to zombies. We need a powerful sturdy car that could mow through zombies like we were earlier. I am admiring a really expensive looking car with the steering wheel in the middle like a race car when some zombies come up toward us. We only have a 9mm pistol and one magazine each so we can't afford to waste ammunition. We back into a large warehouse like building. A female zombie is coming right at me and I shoot it several times without much affect. I realize that it takes quite a bit more to kill a zombie than video games would make you think. For some reason the dream causes me to have a hard time aiming were I want to and I can't hit the head. I unload the rest of my ammunition into it and it is still walking just fine. All hope is lost because my buddy is getting cornered by other zombies. Suddenly a door to my left gets kicked down and a guy who looks uncannily similar to Duke Nukem enters with a large gun and two girls at his side.



He kills the zombies and saves our butts. Its no wonder someone like that would do well in a situation like this. If people think your bad ass they will stick with you and get you what you need and then you will end up looking even more bad ass. We sort of team up with him now and a bit more goes on but I can't really remember it.

I dream a lot about school -.-
Aaanyways,

[COLOR="#483d8b"]We had this new physics teacher, who dressed as a serious goth. He was a good teacher though. And well, there are only some fragments only.

At some point me and someone we're hiding from others.

There was this dance-club kind of thing, outside o_O.

Someone (I suspect the teacher) was on the roof.

There was something about eggs. (wtf...)

Obviously, my classmates in the dream were my real life classmates. At least most of them.

We were in some classroom, where I put some notes and stuff on the walls, not sure why. It was quite small and we were all squeezed together in there :'D.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="#2e8b57"]lucids[/COLOR], [COLOR="#483d8b"]non-lucids[/COLOR]

I dont remmember how the dreams went exactly but on many occasions, I have dreams of a big full moon starting to disintegrate.

I dreamed about riding with my family from west valley to salt lake city over the freeway and a woman was doing her makeup and driving. I was talking about her with my brother of how stupid it was to drive while putting on lip stick when she accidently drove off! Then another woman was driving by with a lot of technology in her car and I was so surprised I tried to tell everyone in the car about it with a lot of detail. My mom told me to get to the point so I did. We finally reached a very tall futuristic, aztec-like building that reached the sky and we started walking up the stairs. Suddenly, we were at the entrance. On the left one of my friends, Andro shouted hi. Another guy I see at school, Colton, was working on a computer. I climbed some more, wondering how I got up so far so quickly. I was able to see the sky of outer space by now. (I was deathly afraid to climb the stairs since I have a bad fear of hights.) Somehow I realized in my head we reached the universe. At the entrance was a glass door with an agent standing there, who opened the door for me as I walked in. I was thinking of what answers and knowledge I wanted to seek. Andro appeared again with another agent. (so apparently he works with the universe to.) We then sat down to talk about class changes. For some reason, they put me in calculus (which im afraid of and im in algebra, i suck at math). They told me to sign somewhere and I asked if I could review the sheet first. Then the sheet was to bright for me to see and I woke up.

So, I've had this dream about ten times (as far as I can remember). I'm not posting it because I had it again, just thought that if I should share it anywhere, this is the place...

An alien race comes down and in the process of trying to kill all of us, it releases a plague of diseases on us. This plague infects its victims by reducing the victim's brain capacity to it's bare necessities (food). It also pales the skin as a side effect (making UV rays harmful to the skin), thus making them nocturnal hunters. In a nutshell, zombies...
And that's where the dream comes in.. Only a few aren't infected, my family is one of which. We fortify our house, trying to keep them out, attempting to survive in a world like this. We catch wind of a cure being made by a scientist somewhere in town. skipping ahead... I found him at the top of a tower (strange because there isn't a building above four stories where I live). I think it was a clock tower, but I can't be sure. Looking down we see the zombies storming the building, we have no way out. With the vile holding the cure in my hand, I jump off and wake up.

Any thoughts?

Type: Non-Lucid.
Mood: Strange, relaxing, and somewhat happy.
Setting: On a race track, somewhere.
Characters: Unknown.

The beginning of the dream is quite out of my mind at the moment, but the main part is still very much there. Basically, I was in a race track, one that had dirt roads, ones that might be used in something like racecar driving, motocross or monster truck derbies. Still, there was something strange about the night, maybe it was the fact that there were two huge projector screens that looked like were going to show a movie. The rest, is sadly, much less detailed. I don't remember the movie we watched or who I was with!

I had this one a looong time ago.

I'm at this Black Market place standing in line. As I look around I notice that it looks like a docking bay for ships but it's also a Black Market for selling and buying illegal things. The place was inside of a mountain or something because it had a definite roof that was made of stone or rocks and a big opening for sea water and ships to come in. I've no idea how I knew it was a Black Market, I just did.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The first thing I can recall is being in my dad’s house,though it does not appear as it does in reality. The time in the dream is6:00A.M., and my alarm has sounded. There are guests besides myself in thehouse, and I am not sure if they woke up naturally or because of my alarm.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The first person I see is my dad, and he is fully dressedand all smiles. He is wearing a pair of what might be light-colored corduroypants, and a multi-colored vest, possibly made of wool, which seems an unusualchoice for indoors. I think he is also wearing his moccasins, which he was fondof in the 1980’s.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Good morning!” he says to me, and I reply the same. The othersin the house are beginning to stir, and unlike my dad they are all sleepy-eyedand not ready for morning. I can see my stepmom over my right shoulder, andbehind me and to the left are cousins Angie and Michael (named Dave in thedream), and some unidentified woman who I think is a friend of my stepmother’s.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Despite the early hour I am excited to be awake, and I havemy SLR camera in hand, ready to take some pictures of the dawn. Indeed it isbrightening to the east, and the colors are striking. I have not seen thesecolors before from a dawn, especially at my current location, and I’m eager torecord the images before they are lost. I recognize the yard outside, includingthe backyard fountain, and that I am in California, though none of the imageryactually exists in real life.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Just as I finish the thought of taking pictures of the dawn,the sky is covered by clouds, and the light is lost. I am disappointed, and Ihunch slightly, a mild sadness over-taking me. My melancholy is short-lived,however, as the twilight brought on by the appearance of the clouds gives wayto true darkness outside, and I can see stars in the sky, their radiance brightenough to give a spectral glow to the garden and the fountain waters, now only visible asdark shapes with the tiniest hint of radiance.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Rubbing her eyes, Angie mutters, “It’s way too early. Wakeme up later.” As she says this she turns to head back to her bedroom, and theothers follow, all but my father. He heads on into the kitchen; a left-turn anda step up from the wide hall we currently occupy.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The entrance to the kitchen is also an open pantry, andshelves line either side, stuffed to overflowing with packaged groceries. Iknow there is a table out of sight in the kitchen but I never can see it. Thewalls are wood, and old, like at my grandmother’s house, a faded yellow paintclinging to the doorway and moldings.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Opposite this pantry is a set of double doors withfull-length windows set in them, squared off every four inches or so, andcovered by white curtains. These curtains are closed at the moment but somehowI can see through to the room behind them, and even out the windows beyond.Outside and to the west the sky is now illuminated with a pale twilight orpossibly early sunset. The illumination is confusing coming from the westthough the time is still early morning. I can see smoke rising from somedistant fire, and though I never see flames the smoke is lit up, colors oforange and pink, as though embraced by the rising or setting sun. I want to seethis, take pictures of it, know what’s causing it, and I set myself the goal offinding a way to do so.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t go through the doors near me, which are locked, butI know I can still get to a place where I can view the scene from if I ventureback down the hall. Walking swiftly, I reverse my course and turn to the leftinto a room which also has a set of double-doors that lead me to a view of theoutside. These are not locked, and I open them with a whoosh.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I realize my mistake immediately, as before me are thesleeping forms of the three houseguests, one on a small sofa or large chair,the other two on soft mattress pads on the floor. All are covered by thick,fluffy comforters, and Angie is muttering in her sleep. Dave is out cold, andhis feet protrude from under his covers, while the woman who is a friend of mystepmother is snoring, and turns from her side onto her back as I stand in thedoorway feeling like an intruder.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The room is dark, and though I was sure I would have a viewof the outside from this room, the only light is coming from behind me, fallingupon the sleeping faces of the three guests. The windows have been draped inlong, white curtains, and though I cannot see additional window coverings thereseems to be no light entering the room, as though the sky outside is pitchblack.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I back out of the room slowly and quietly, doing my best toclose the latch without making any sound. With the door now shut I turn to myright and tip-toe through the room I’m in to yet another door, similar to allthe others except that it is not paired. I turn the handle and begin to walkthrough when I discover that the room I have entered still does not lead me tothe outside. I am faced with a wide room, carpeted and furnished, yet seeminglyforgotten as though an unattended part of the spacious home. Windows made ofsquare glass panes face west, and I can see the smoke still rising, but theimage is slightly distorted by the ancient glass, creating a ripple effect overeverything I can see outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now I’m frustrated. I should have come to the back deck ofthe house, a perfect spot to take pictures and see what is causing the smoke,but every room leads me to nowhere useful. Seeing my task as futile but not yetgiving up, I head back towards the hall where I encountered everyone earlier,and somehow I have picked up a large bag of Cheetos along the way. Feelingsnacky, I take a couple of Cheetos, and munch one as I walk. The other I amstill holding as I again encounter my dad, still dressed in the unusual outfit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Are you hungry? We have a lot of food here.” He eyes thebag of Cheetos I’m carrying.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reply with slight anger. “No, I’m not really hungry. Ijust wanted one. That’s okay, right?!” I’m still holding one Cheeto, bulbousand long. The golden dust covers my fingertips.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“It’s a pretty morning, living here.” he says, and makes asweeping gesture as if referring to the house and the surrounding hillside. “Doyou like it?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I like it just fine,” I reply,” but I want to take picturesof the smoke outside. How can I do that when I can’t get outside or see pastthis tree?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking to my right is a set of windows facing west, and theview would be perfect save for a large tree branch which obscures my view,waving around in the wind and occasionally affording me a small glance of thelandscape beyond.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My dad, turning to some male friend of his who hasmysteriously appeared next to me, says, “It’s great here, you can seeeverything around for miles! You can see all the cities and towns that surroundhere!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“What?!” I shout. “What can you see around here?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You can see Adelaide, Addison, Alta Vista, Burke, Caldwell,Dawson, Howardsville, Westlake, Round Rock, Davis, Sonoma…”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“Dad, you can’t see any of those places from here! The onlyplace you can see is Howardsville, and that’s no great sight!” **Honestly, I have no idea whatHowardsville is. I think my mind was trying to come up with Pflugerville, whichlies to the north of Austin, but my mind couldn’t wrap itself around the ‘Pf’at the beginning of the name, and so I replaced it with a fictitious town.Honestly, from where I live in Austin, you can’t see any surroundingcommunities, almost the exact opposite of the where my dad lives with asweeping view of the San Francisco Bay Area.**[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On top of my frustration of not being able to see out adecent window, the sky has turned dark again, as though night has fallen. Ithad felt like middle-of-the-day while my dad was expounding the virtue of hishome’s location, but time has passed and darkness has settled in again.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself slipping in to bed, and everything looksnormal as it does now. Just as I’m about to turn out the light I hear a soundoutside the bedroom window, an odd metallic springy noise. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Is that ‘S’ (my son) outside, playing with a Slinky?” I askJen[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Maybe.” She replies, as casually as I had asked.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This is not good, though not terrible. If he is indeedoutside, it means he climbed out his window and is being his usual fun-lovingself, playing a prank on us and trying to make us wonder what is going on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“It could be neighborhood kids, though I doubt it at thishour. Should I go make him come inside?” Somehow I don’t seem to be overlyworried about his actions, and I’m just about to turn off the light when I wakeup, and I can hear my son in the bathroom, playing around with the metal blindswhich cover the one window. It’s 7:02A.M. and I have overslept. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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Wasn't planning on posting this but what the hell. I don't remember when I had this dream.

So, I'm in my mom's house and the whole house is flying. Even though the house is flying, the electricity, water, and cable are still working like nothing happened, lol. I thought that was kinda cool.

To top it off, when I walked down the hall and opened my sister's room door, I was looking out into a construction area on Earth with the big cranes, bulldozers and such. Yeah, her room was a portal to Earth. I walked out into the construction zone and looked around. The doorway was still there and it was still linked to the hallway.

Soo... The name says it all. I stayed up late at a friends house, we're lucid dreaming buddies, and when I woke up in the morning, I tried to go back to sleep but I was just stuck in a half conscious not really asleep state. Then I start hearing church bells, for a minute straight (for some reason I didn't pick up on how weird that is), so after a minute of that, some barking sounds are layered on. So my eyes flash open (real life) and I scream "What's going on??????" I figure out what just happened after a few seconds, but for some reason I was freaked out the whole day. It didn't feel like a dream. It felt like I was hearing things in real life and that creeps me out.

Future Debbie
Give me a dream
That's happy, uplifting and Wow.

Make it about
News happening
365 days from now

Bed at 1 AM.

Hipnagogic image: Blue, many petaled flower, (lotus with petals curved-up) top left in dark.

Then I grabbed phone to Google images of blue lotus flower. Spent an hour and at 2 AM went back to sleep.

Dream: woke at 7:57 AM out of a song that told step by step how to do some thing spiritual but as I woke the dream faded leaving no trace of song or the spiritual practice that the song explained.

Hipapopic image: none

I am standing in a line with Will and someone else. Theres an undead grandmother behind us. It is dark out and we are waiting to get to the top of some building, but they are only here for postcards. I get to the front of the line and start to climb up through this hatch in the ceiling. Like an opening in the canvas or whatever. The undead grandmother grabs my ankle as I climb up and I freak out like I'm surprised that she's a zombie. Everybody shouts at me to stop freaking out but I do anyway. Somebody won something earlier down the line..

I'm walking through some path in the woods and I can see an image of my french prof through the trees. I get to this spot where in front of me is a rock wall but kindof like giant stairs. I turn around and go back

I'm in an exam in a library of a very old school. While everyone else is writing I'm looking for a book about knights? I'm standing beside a bookshelf and half the lights in the room go out in the room. I go into the hallway and speak to a very old professor, and tell her about an old supersition that I heard about. She says "Before I died, I heard about that."