non-lucid

February 4, 2012
I had a really long, vivid dream last night. Once again it took place at night with the orangy-red skies. I am fairly certain that it is a dream sign now because I can recall about 10 different dreams that have been like that. Here's my dream:

My dream was about this girl who goes to this city looking for her father. It's kind of like that show the amazing race because she is being sent to different places to try and find him. In the beginning, she is walking around, wondering when she is going to get a call telling her where to go. She's waiting- and I can't remember if the TV people told her to or she decides to go herself, but she ends up at this harbor where a bunch of people are on a dock, listening to a man talking. He is telling the crowd about this fishing submarine he has. It is used to catch these giant fish (he had a name for them but I can't remember what it was). He's explaining how his submarine works and asks if anyone wants to test it by pushing down on the front. She is picked and tries, but the submarine doesn't move. The man calls her a weakling and everyone leaves her all alone on the dock. She is sitting sadly on the dock looking around when she gets a call. I think it's her mom telling her that the fisherman is her father. I believe that sometime earlier in the night I had more of a story with her and her mom, but I forgot. Anyway, she gets up to go look for the man. While she is walking she plans to go up to him and tell him she is his daughter, but stumbles upon a large crowd gathered by the beach. They are watching this land mass near the heart of the city- right next to where a giant ship is floating in the water. After a few seconds these red, firework-like things shoot up into the air, but the strange thing is they don't explode. Immediately the girl (me?) gets the feeling that something is very wrong. She turns around and some guy says something like "pretty fireworks." Not two seconds later, when the third firework rises, she suddenly hears a woman's voice laughing menacingly. The voice says "watch this" and one of the fireworks turns and, like a missile, rams into the ship and blows it up. The girl turns and runs back to the pier so she can warn her father. This is when my dream starts to change. It zooms in towards the heart of the city where a cartoon Godzilla is lurking behind a building. The missiles start to shoot at him and the dream becomes more of a cartoon. Now Godzilla is paper being held by Spongebob Sqaurepants, and the voice is now the voice of Plankton. Godzilla gets hit with the missiles until he turns into a small, square piece of paper. Spongebob begins to read what he wrote to Mrs. Puffs class out loud, and it is so beautiful that it makes her cry. She asks him to read another, and then I wake up

I was at a school, in a room with a whole bunch of stuff. It kind of looked like a playground. There were these poles that bent over at the top and a skateboard was attached to it with a rope. I jumped up on it and rocked around. The manager of the place told me to get off. Then he asked for money. I was like "yeah, right, I'm paying you..."

I'm not sure if this is the same dream or a different one, but afterwards I was in a 3rd person dream, overlooking a scene between a guy about 19 years old and a young girl, about 7. The boy was trying to rape the young girl. She was calling him "brother" also, which is even worse. The dream stopped being 3rd person, and I was in my body outside the room. I sprinted upstairs to tell someone (I think I was in the basement of the school in the first dream), and I found the principal. He said he would do something, so I felt relieved. The dream ended here but I do hope something was solved, even if it was just a dream.

Then I had another dream. It's really cloudy, and I can only remember that I became lucid, and tried to fly, but couldn't pick up speed.

I was in my basement. I was smoking weed out of this bong and even though I had a drug test coming up I was just like fuck it. It was all pretty good until my dog came running down the stairs( He always does this when some one is about to come through the basement door. I run and hide my bong under the bed we have down there. My sister walked in and I was just like "hi". I went up stairs and waited but she never came up. I went back down stairs and she moved every thing around as if she was looking for something. I said " what are you doing." she told me she was just looking around. That is all I remember but I'm guessing she would have found my bong sooner or later.

Just testing this feature

February 2, 2012
I had another really vivid dream! It wasn't lucid but it's a good sign- my dream recall is getting better . I have noticed that in a lot of my dreams the whole thing took place at night and the sky is a kind of dark orangy-red color. Here's my dream:

It took place at my school- I am with two of my good friends and we were on our way to science class. As we are leaving we hear the bell and realize that we are late. We decided to take an alternative route and somehow I ended up on the fourth floor (my school has three floors). My teacher has some sort of secret room there and I walk in and take a seat (I don't know where my other two friends went, but they are gone). There are a bunch of upper classmen and a couple of other girls that I know in my grade- one I am friends with and one I don't really talk to much. The details are pretty fuzzy after I sit down but I can recall my science teacher turning on some music. People start arguing back and forth to each other, debating which movie theatre the music comes from. Apparently it came from the IMAX theatre. My dream then skips to a new scene where I am sitting in the IMAX theatre and the music that was in my science teacher's room is playing from the theatre speakers. As the movie begins wind starts to blow and sand that was on the walls gets blown away (?). Some random kid that I was sitting next to begins to tell me that the sand is a kind of special thing because some little boy had noticed it before. Soon after he saw the sand his parents passed away- I'm not exactly sure how any of that was relevant. I then wake up because my mom is leaning over my bed looking for the cat

I had a second dream where a friend of mine, who I usually give a ride to school, calls my house. I can hear my mom talking to her on the phone downstairs. I then received a text from her saying she is sick and won't be going to school. I text back "feel better!" and that's all I can remember.

First

I'm in a city. There is a bridge over a road, and a man standing there. I tell him about how weird it is, in my mind, to use the second person plural to indicate politeness in singular. It causes one to use less polite forms in actual plural.

Second

There is a news story about a friend of mine, who has compared the image of the city I live in to that of the city where I was born. There is a picture with very similar details in both cities. I'm in my city of birth now, in a rural area. There is a mansion that belongs to the family of a very old friend. The lights are on and I wave, but secretly wish that I wasn't seen, I have something I should do. A car pulls in and I hide behind a tree.

It's the owner of the house, and some other familiar faces. I come out from behind the tree and greet them. The friend say something with a weird accent that I don't understand. I ask him to repeat a couple of times, with no luck. We go inside and most of them go upstairs.

I decide not to follow, since I have something to do and I don't understand what the owner of the house is saying. My intention was just to say hello anyway. Downstairs in the kitchen I talk for a while with a girl I used to know in school about my efforts to get elected in Australia. Apparently it's hard since I'm not Australian and don't live there.

The Other Other Guy
Non-lucid: I am in a police department. My perspective of a person watching a movie, I am watching what seems to be a cop/detective comedy. The (I assume) Captain is shouting something about stolen money and a dirty cop. He and a partner rush to their car. Fast forward a bit and the Captain is on a runway facing a plane. He's slams his feet on the gas rushing towards the plane, but as he comes closer he see's that it's really a helicopter. Or in other words, it's not the guy he's after. The dream cuts to some tropical island, I see a plane landing in a different airport. The end. In hindsight, it wasn't very funny.

I was at a movie theatre for a valentines day party. The lobby was decorated with hearts and red streamers. I was waiting for. The guy behind the counter to finish helping someone else so I can ask him what theatre a certain movie was playing in. While I was waiting I met up with my dad. Then a girl I've never seem before gestured. I told my dad to wait in line for me and went over.*

We walked to a photo booth covered in hearts. She motioned for me to go in first, so I did. Then before I knew it, she closed the door on me. Then I heard it lock. I didn't try to get out, I just stood there. My heart sank. After a while I pried open the doors and walked past crowds of laughing people to the exit. I was about to go home when I saw an arcade machine outside. It had two spinners shaped like watermelons. I put in a quarter for the heck of it, and won the jackpot.*

no dream recall hope to night ill at least remember one wish me luck

02.03.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was going to nap for a little while, but when I woke up to the alarm, I seemed to dozed off a little bit after I turned it off, and slipped into an accidental nap.

OH, and I changed the format of the dates labeled on each dream, I'm used to the typical M/D/Y format, and it was getting annoying seeing D/M/Y from the default setting of the dream journal template that's available on the older dream journal settings thread I believe.

(Just keeping this as a note so I won't think that I didn't have any dreams on February, since seeing 01.02.2012 would be Jan, if I go back to glance at my older entries and having it at 02.03.2012 might make me think it's from March if I kept conforming to the D/M/Y format instead of the M/D/Y format...just so those who read won't get confused.).

NOTE TO SELF: THIS DREAM WAS TYPED 2/3/12 LINK.



Dream 1:

The dream started out with me standing near a few sets of Buses belonging to the bus system at my University.



They had variation in shapes and function. One was a classic and old school version (apparently), and there was an old lady trying to get the light to turn on, and it seemed she was trying to radio in to the maintenance or whatever to say the lights weren't working.

I immediately ignored going inside of that bus because the old lady was having a hard time. I believe there was another bus in between, but I go up to the bus in front of it.

I go in, and I find this bus is really short inside compared to the others. I believe it had 8-10 seats or so inside, excluding the driver's seat. Here's how the format the bus was.

When you go up the steps to get in, there's going to be four seats or so on your left. And when you turn left to sit on the left side, in front of you is two to four more seats (that are on the opposite side of you), and if you're still sitting on the left side from where you entered, you'll see that there's two or more extra seats placed perpendicular of where you're sitting as the back seats.

(This picture pretty much explains what I said, with those two guys sitting on the side(but just replace them with females), and I was the one sitting on the left. And there were windows on the sides compared to this picture).

I couldn't remember if I was the first one to get on the bus, but I stumble upon mostly female DCs coming in. Of course, there weren't going to be many people, so I see a blonde come in, and the dream shifts to where there's probably 3 females on the bus, excluding the female driver.

I introduced myself to them, starting with the blonde who is front ot me. I put my hand out to her, and she tells me her name, it starts with an "S," but I couldn't remember it. I do remember that I had to ask her twice though.

Looking back on how she looked like, she was your classic MILF, I knew she had a lot of intelligence within her, and she was just so sexy to me. Her body build was so appealing to me, she was wearing the typical light blue jeans, and I believe she was wearing a blue sweater, almost like the one I wore today.

(Just putting this in because it matches to how the DC smiled at me when I greeted her, and she basically had the same upper region as the one in the pic too xD)

I think she had lip gloss on, because I do recall a shine to her lips, probably was trying to attract me. She told me that she majored in Biochemistry, and then I realized she looked like professor (a really hot one that's probably around her late 20s and or early to mid 30s).

I believe I greeted another lady, who was probably a younger blonde, I think she had really curly blonde hair, and probably had freckles as well, but I forgot the first letter of her name compared to the older one that was sitting to the right of her. And the younger one looked shy and timid.

Then I turn left, and I see a Black female DC, I greeted myself to her, and she said she was a Geneticists. She started to tell me more on how she regretted not having Biochemistry as her major since Genetics majors would have to do more work if they wanted to switch or something.

I agreed with her, but then something in my mind told me that something was wrong with that logic she was declaring to me. I explained to her that both Biochemistry and Genetics are about 95% related to each other, so the small percentage that makes them different wouldn't have made any huge changes in whatever she wanted to be.

And I felt myself talking while explaining this to her as well, in fact, I would've became lucid if I was wondering why I'm on a bus when I'm actually taking an accidental nap.

She agrees to my explanation and is like "Oh, really??!" in a surprised tone. Then she tells me she has to speak with one of her advisers to give her a piece of her mind or something.

In my mind, I thought that it would be already too late for her to complain about how whoever advised her to do Genetics instead of Biochemistry since she looked like she was the same age as the blonde MILF.

Then after a while, everything gets quiet, so I guess we're all just planning what to say next. Then I started to say how I wanted to major in Biochemistry because I felt I could also do small research on sleep cycles and dreaming, and all three of them looked at me and nodded their heads each time I explained a reason at the end.

I talked about how Dream research is a science that remains untouched because people are afraid that their beliefs will suddenly be just a method of faith they placed on to define their reality, and other basic things you would say to people who don't look like they focus on dreaming and attempting to become lucid.

They had that curious facade, and it was cute. (Even as I'm typing this, I'm still lured by the blonde MILF, she just had this aura that I could just hug her and smother my face all over her breasts while she gets her hands and holds my my head in excitement, just thinking about it gets me excited too...but let's move on).

The bus stops I believe and we get off. This is the part where the dream transitions I'm not to sure of what occurred first or last.

But from what I remembered first, I was inside a bathroom that was mixed, meaning that there was a section combined with male urinals, and you could walk a few steps to go to the female area.



Of course, I assumed the area with the toilets that were concealed was for females, since I saw the blonde teenager's head that I met inside the bus getting ready to do her business. I think there was another female DC outside the concealed toilet waiting for her.

Then I go to the urinal, and I took a really long time urinating, I'm surprised I didn't wake up feeling wet down there since I felt the sensation getting stronger and stronger as I urinate more. I wanted to be careful not to urinate too fast because I didn't want the liquid to splash back at me.

Then the dream transitions to where we're inside some classroom, and we're all going to leave. I only see the teenager blonde I met in the bus with me, and she was doing her own business.

I think I was searching the desk and drawers to make sure no one left anything. I think I found all sorts of things ranging from deserts, etc.

That's all I remember for that all. I'm still having an attract to the blonde MILF I saw though. Maybe she wanted my attention, and I gave her it, but I just wasn't lucid.

Dream 2: Mother Closing Garage Door

All I remember from this dream was that my father was having difficulty closing the garage door, and he called a DC that looked like my mother to close it for him.

I look at her try to close it, she detaches the right side of it, and slowly links it back to the grooves to slide it down, but by the time she did that, I ignored her and went somewhere.

Dream 3: Party Time Calendar

All I remember from this dream was being giving a calendar of estimated dates of when there was going to be a party that a specific group of older adults called the "Guyanese Club" I knew about in waking life.

As I'm reading this, apparently some DC is telling me how one DC didn't tell the other DC about this calendar, and it was pretty trivial and petty things that I didn't want to listen to.

I think I saw some numbers moving around the calendar, but that's all I remember.

My friend bought me a video game for my birthday or christmas or something, and I was supposed to play it over summer break, but when we caught up after he asked me how the game was and I realised I completely forgot about it.

I was sitting at a table with my mother and had, breakfast? I was in a place I wrongly identified as my old elemental school. There was also some unknown dude at the table. He did something to which I reacted heavily provocated and like he successfully trolled me but the next moment I say something about a "cream cheese muffin" and we both start laughing. While still sitting at the table the scene and building around me changes to my second boarding school (still not really but closer to the real deal than before, mother and the dude vanish). I noticed that as I saw someone I knew from my second boarding school passing by. A girl called Vivien (which does exist there as well) was talking to me but for some reason I never understand one of the things she tried to say (probably due to a lot of people being around, what I understood was something like blow-dry [actually she spoke german and I understood "anfönen"]). As I told her I didn't understand she was saying it to some other girl so that she could try and tell me. The way she was speaking as well as her saying something like: "nothing will develop out of it, at least for now" made me think she might've tried to tell me something naughty.

In this dream, I took note of what I remember each time I woke up. Thus it is far more detailed than most other dreams, even though the memories faded pretty quickly.

Watching a video, or maybe being part of one, on Youtube. This Asian girl with long hair was talking about "How not to get kicked in the balls", or rather WHY. However, at the 4 min 26 second mark, she says "how not to get kicked in the budget".

My old bedroom, chart paper at the side, window at the back, cupboard at the right. I see a white poodle trying to get into the video scene. It gets stopped every time, getting mad, but I grab it, apparently unafraid.

The dog tries to enter the scene from a pile of paper, first from the side, and then diagonally. Unsuccessful after the third or fourth time, it runs out the door. Somehow, this dog rather resembles a human character.

In fact, this Dog, or whatever it was, was to be charged with a repeated drunk driving offense. Later, it runs, or rides, up a sheet of white furled paper.

There's an announcement from the blue. Somebody has a love problem. No idea where those details went, but now, they're gone.

A random part of my journal: "consp. causes". No idea what it indicates.

Flashback: March 16, 2009. Security camera video shows terrorists plotting to bomb a concrete pillar, somewhere in southwestern central Ontario. Maybe it was near Alliston, we'll never know.

I'm sitting at the site of a swing, or some-other place. This sandfly, part wasp, part fly, tries to fly into my nose. I ward it off, but at the last minute, it stings me, there is a feeling of spray being injected into me...

I wake up, and go on Dream Views.com. Writing about my dreams, my thoughts are rather clear, the transitions vivid, the meaning intact. Yet soon I realize this is not to be.

Waking up for real this time, it's about 3:45 am. Take some notes, go right back to sleep.

I'm in a music room. Some girl takes my flute, initials AR, and throws it toward the percussion area. It's broken, and I say "FUCK". This flute cost $70, or maybe $430. I'm afraid to tell my dad, because he bought it for me.

Sometime later down the line, there's an engine. Perhaps I'm examining how it works - I don't know.

I'm reading this book about the physics of weather, a possible flashback to my poorly-done presentation about the physics of artificial trees that absorb carbon dioxide. As usual, the book goes into a computer model simulation.

This time, there's talk about global warming not being real. Of course, I strongly disagree with that position. I see Greenland melting, refreezing, melting, refreezing again, rising and sinking above and below the waves. There are vivid colours here: sky blue, navy blue, orange, red, green, tan, yellow-green, yellow with a tinge of green, and brown. Near the Gulf Stream area, enveloping both Greenland and Iceland, a supervolcano destroys the land there in a big oval fashion. Iceland is first to melt, its people unaware, or possibly no people there at all. It's a Supervolcano, much like the Siberian Traps during the Permian-Triassic extinction era.

I wake up. It's 6:45.

There's a vivid drawing of some sort, the details now gone. Examining currency, bills, coins and American $1 bills. They're everywhere.

At my house, time is frozen, and my mom is here. Suddenly, somebody knocks on the door, and gives her two white pills that smell very industrial. She takes them, and weird effects happen. We try to lower the dose, so that days two to five will require one pill a day only. No idea what it's for. She bikes outside, and I see some guy skateboarding outside my window, and they go down the street and it's a sunny day.

Talking to my teacher now about French. Apparently one of the old teachers came back, and nothing happens. Or rather, there is not much to talk about, or maybe, there is.

Waking up again, and it's 8:20.

At some kind of zoo, or maybe it's a video game facade. I'm on the side of the lizards, but there are also mammals, lions and penguins. For some reason, the lizards decide to hide out on the near-vertical wall, bathing, possibly reminiscent of the sphenodontians, the last remaining species being the tuatara of New Zealand. Am I responsible? 30-40 % go extinct in a few hours. A travesty.

Later, some kind of land mammal, forget the name. Every day, the lions jump over them, and a few of them get injured and die. We try closing the door, we try negotiating with Atlan, and nothing happens. Later, we storm the beach, and head outside. Success.

I'm here at a beach party, outside now, warm weather. I ask this girl whether she's still interested in going to prom with me in a few months. Yet I get completely tongue-tied, and she ditches me, preferring instead to go with somebody else. Maybe those promises weren't meant to be kept that long. For a year.

Waking up again, but forget to check the time. Guessing it's around 9:30.

Something happens prior, no recollection. An old acquaintance of mine is standing in front of me, making me read some stuff that I find objectionable. Yet I read another text, this time in faux Greek, meaning the letters are greek, but the words English. I read this with no difficulty. Yet I leave out a compound word. The text turns out then, to be about spicy food. Oh no!

Wake up for the final time now - it's 11:00 am. This dream had had at least twenty-five parts, none equal.

Dream: February 2, 2012

There were at least five parts to this dream. Unfortunately I only remember one of those parts.

On my street, a clear blue day. Looking through a telescope at the sky, and the ground, at the Sun (DON'T DO THIS IN WAKING LIFE!). Not as bright as I thought it would be.

I was in my room, sitting on my bed. D stuck his junk on my wall. Empty boxes and cd cases. I noticed a lego box with a picture of really small figures. I wondered why he ever spent money on that.

I went to the park with my dad and my brother. My brother and I sat on a bench it was dark outside. Everything had a dark blue glow. D arrived. Both he and my brother wanted to game. I said: "Go ahead." and they left me sitting on the bench all by myself.
I waited a while, then decided to go check on them. I saw D used my laptop and shared something on msn about me. It was meant to be a joke but I thought it was hurtful. I could see more things he wrote about me but I can't remember the exact sentences.
I suddenly appeared in my living room because that's where D was. I picked up a random object and it changed into a whip.
I wanted D to feel the pain he caused so I hit him with the whip a few times. He found it amusing so I stopped. I also realized physical pain is not the same as mental pain so I couldn't make him feel what I felt that way.