non-lucid

Due to quite the eradic sleep shcedule recently I only remember a couple frags, but its better than nothing

I was at our town park with a friend of mine and we had just pulled in and parked on top of the main hill. I asked him where the jump was and he said right down at the bottom. I looked down the hill but didn't see anything. Then I started to walk around a little pavillion type building that's on the hill and, once I was around the corner I could see it, a little jump made out of snow. Too bad there wasn't any other snow on the ground





I was in a parking lot driving a car around. It was me and Travis Pastrana (lol?) and we were drifting around in it. The entire cast from the show Nitro Circus was there watching us. That's all I remember

There's this guy at my school called Sheldon. I dislike him.
In this dream he was angry at someone for being an immigrant or something, even he comes from another country himself. He then said "res ipsa loquiter" because he heard his mother say it because apparently she's a "lawyer". He got the definition wrong though, and being the clever ex law student I am, I corrected him and made him even more angry.
Dream over.

Date: Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Since I have been out and about today I opened my wallet in a store and when I saw my license I instantly remembered another small dream from last night.

I don't remember the environment of the dream. Me and several people were examining our drivers licenses and laughing at the serious photos of each other. A friend of mine asked to see mine so I handed him both my old learners permit (G1 which looks exactly like my full licence but has one tiny difference) and my actual license which both have the same photo. He took the card and was looking at the photos. He turned around to show someone else. when he handed it back my current, full license was all sliced up and destroyed. I was out raged but nobody else seemed to think it was a big deal including him.

Nice lie in this morning, so dream recall was pretty good.
---
31/1/12
I'm in a pub with my flat for one of my flatmate's birthday, drinking. For some reason the pub suddenly gets locked down - no one can enter or leave - and Diana Skouris from The 4400 [a Heroes-esque TV show I've been watching recently]leads the investigation. In the commotion I realise I need the toilet, and proceed downstairs with an unidentified mate on my shoulders [though I have no idea who, or more importantly, why].

While queuing, two arrogant girls cut in, to which all the guys around me react with a flash mob, me included. I'm quickly exiled from the toilets (which doubles as some sort of clothes shop) as I still have someone sitting on my shoulders. In reply, I turn around and fart in the bouncer's general direction. Quick to anger, he immediately grabs me and abrasively escorts me to the security office.

As I wait in the office, I manage to hire two DCs to have a food fight, and another to watch [for my amusement?] and eventually I join in. I am later released back into the pub to join my flatmates once more. However, we have to wait to be picked up by the birthday girl's parents and taken home.

At home [my house, rather than my uni flat] the parents ignore my apologies and leave. I tell my flatmates about my night in the security office, and about the food fight. I am then transported back to that scene [as if telling a very vivid story] but with different characters (this time people I know). This time, the food fight ends in making a Christmas tree out of the food, in a similar fashion to Epic Meal Time. It looked incredible.

#1

Driving around with Ryan and Travis. We're parked then and there are annoying kids outside of the car and for some reason I take the wheel driving haphazardly around trying to break shit. At first Ryan and Travis are there then I'm driving alone. I make my way into a house I know they'll be at (Or I'm just sort of there). Jeremy is there. For some reason Ryan and Travis felt the need to make hot sauce concoctions and are then going to eat them plain. I begin making Jeremy and me some sort of french bread with cookie dough (spelled xooxie doug) spread and nutella spread. I remember tasting all the flavors and actually liking it. Then I wake up or lose the dream.

Was with Pat getting ready for something and trying to cut my own hair. I messed up terribly and had to shave my whole head. I can still picture me with a shaved head and I've wondered what I would look like with one before not that it was. I remember I wasn't too bummed about it but Pat had some sort of miracle grow thing that made it grow back but it was too long. I cut it again but this time got it right.


Skating in front of a building (in colorado) with a steep hill and a few spots around it. For some reason can't get comfortable on the board. Girl see's a condom and gets grossed out, I make the remark, "Oh a condom, never seen one of those before." Girl asks where I live. I say Omaha. "Thats why," She says. We begin a conversation about which place has worse places (Like ghetto's I think). We begin to skate again and I feel the need to go in somebodies yard. Suddenly I have my backpack. I find my laptop in this persons yard and begin to leave when I find four purple nintendo ds things in the front yard (one is on the front porch). I begin collecting them, but a small mexican girl comes up to a screen door, sees me, and shouts "Mama, the boy is opening the door (swinging door into the porch)" Large mexican man comes outs and speaks in a language I've never heard. I try to explain I was just retreiving my laptop as I walk away from the house (only exposing my right as the nintendo's and my backpack are in the left because I didn't have time to get the nintendo's stuffed in). At first the man says a few things and then starts repeating one thing. I get frustrated and yell, "What does that mean?". He gives me an odd look and says, "Shut the door, man." I wake up.

It was night-time and I was running away from something, no one in particular, just life in general maybe. I felt like I could go on running forever, even when I began to pick up speed. It felt amazing. I was only a few blocks from my house by the new fancy houses when I heard a really loud noise coming from a tv in one of those fancy houses. I looked through the window of the house on the right corner by the four way stop, where the street goes to more fancy houses and a dead end. From a distance I could see the flashes of the tv through the window. I wanted to get a closer look, so I peered in the windows from not too far away. I saw the biggest tv I've ever seen, it was from floor to ceiling, and the ceiling was super high up, cathedral style. In this room were many different expensive things, like work out machines, arcade games, etc. Then somehow I found myself inside the house, staring at this boy around my age. He saw me and started freaking out. I didn't know what to do but then I realized I was invisable so that only he could see me. As he ran to get his sister I checked the place out a little and trie to run on the treadmill because I still wanted to keep running. His sister came in and said she didn't see anything, so it was just me and him. I decided that I was going to follow him from now on throughout his life, watch his every move, and help him if necessary. I didn't get to do much before I woke up though. I remember his parents came home and his dad was lecturing him about something while I was puting on some of his clothes.

I think I dreamt this because of a good book(Certain Slant of Light) I read about a ghost following a person around until they died. It was a very interesting book, and it made for a very interesting dream

In another dream, I was by the beach with a friend and we were looking for an area with high waves so we could body surf, or body board.. or something. I didn't feel like walking to the other side of the beach where the huge waves usually are so I decided to test out the water right next to us. I took a step in and watched the waves come in, observing them. But they were bigger than I thought and they took over me and dragged me out and under the water. I flailed my arms and screamed for help as I swallowed the salty sea water and tried to stay above the water.

Then, a lucid from a few nights ago that I don't remember much from because I didn't take the time to record it till now.
I was jumping up and down, trying to stay up in the air and get higher and higher. Then I noticed this guy my age following me. He had black or brown hair and he was really tall, skinny, and cute. I kept trying to jump higher than him, flapping my arms up and down faster and faster and trying to propell myself up. I sort of knew I was asleep from the start, so I casually mentioned to him "We are in a dream." and he agreed. "What should we do now?" I asked. We couldn't come up with anything cool to do so we just kept walking/flying around. I don't know if I was 100% sure I knew I was dreaming because I thought he was really there with me dreaming. Later in the dream we spend more time together and we climbed a tree and he kissed me. Then I woke up :/

1. I was watching/participating in a really weird part-Broadway-part-Bollywood crossover film between Harry Potter and Repo! The Genetic Opera that, for some reason, took place on a soccer field. Also something about cake.


2. I was reading a massive comic book that had a bunch of unrelated stories, though the only one I remember was about Batman preventing the Riddler from committing suicide.


(Incidentally, don't you hate when you think a book or film you saw in a dream is real because you looked it up, but then it turns out you had only Googled it in your dream?)


3. Making ramen in a bathtub.

4. Telling someone that I refuse to read DC's New 52 because it's "like what would happen if you took Homestuck, cut it in half, removed a bunch of characters, and gave Rose and Jade huge breasts."

So I'm out with a bunch of super hero's, and we're fighting a shit load of Dr. WIley's robots. Land, sea, air, you name it. I'm not sure exactly who I'm with, but there was this one girl who reminded me of catwoman. She was wearing a skin-tight suit, and she had a black mask. When we were almost finished with everything (huge freaking war going on....only think there were a few scattered skirmishes going on) she went into this hut.

I followed her, and she got out these medallions with symbols on them. I couldn't read them, but they reminded me of kanji. I don't know the exact number of them, but when she bought them out they started glowing green, and floating evenly out in the room. For some reason I knew what she was going to do, and said "you're going to summon Mephistopheles aren't you"!? She said she needed to change the past, and I told her that things may even be worst off. I asked her if she gained any new powers since the war, and before she could answer me, he entered through a white portal. He was short, almost reptilian looking. She told him what she wanted, and he granted the wish before I could intervene.

Now I'm back in the water, and there are natural animals there thriving. No psychopathic robots there to kill me....no more heroes either. Then I heard in sort of a voice over that the Krogan race had been spared.

Just a few fragments- there was a dream that had something to do with a laptop I had left at my house (don't live there anymore) that looked like a giant n3DS (cyan-colored), and felt really light (practically weightless, like it was hollow inside). I had left it at the house, hidden and constantly turned on so I could sync. my current laptop to it to monitor the house (it had a camera and microphone). I was also using it for extra storage or something for my laptop. Other than that, I can't remember anything.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Second dream with something Nintendo DS related... possible Dream Sign? (lol... DS=Dream Sign)
Also, it had to do with my old home again too. So there's another.

- I was trying to get a birthday present together for N. I had a huge cardboard box in my living room, and I put a couple things I had for him in it. L was there too and she was helping me. I left the room for a moment, and when I came back, she had packed the rest of the box full of random stuff I didn't want. There were 3 pillows from my couch, a few small bottles of rice, a bag of salt and vinegar chips, and a big pile of ugly handmade candles, among other things. I took it all out with difficulty, but the candles made me think that maybe I should include the same caramel-scented candle I have, because it smells really nice and I'd told him it was good when smoking, lol. It was only April or May in the dream, and I was a bit afraid something would happen before his birthday and I wouldn't get to send it.

- N (dude get out of my head haha) had uploaded his kandykast (subtle lol) and was in my room taking phone calls about it. It was dark, we were by the window and I think we only had a candle lit. He was selling it to people for some reason. One guy called him, said "arse" and hung up. I asked, "did you sell it to arse?" He replied "no," sounding disappointed. He had also made a website for it, but it was just a plain page with a few cheesy glitter banners people had sent him. One of them was mine, I think it was dark blue.

I was working with my colleagues, talking about an upcoming feature that was needed. For some reason, I knew I could fly - even in and out of material - though no one else could. When it was Friday night and I wanted to be done for the weekend, I flew through the building several levels below my coworkers to stay hidden so they couldn't assign me work.

(Note: wrote this up days after dream and forgot most)

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I may have been in a meeting with people from one of my previous jobs. I had walked out of that meeting. I was now walking into something like a kitchen area for a restaurant, or maybe for something like the cafeteria of an elementary school or nursery.

The kitchen was busy with people, and it was possibly humid and warm. Most of the people in the kitchen were kids. They seemed to be engaged in some project, like they were cooking together for some confidence-building exercise. Most of the kids seemed to be washing dishes, though, or playing around in the sink.

There was a big set of wire-rack shelves right before the door, on the wall opposite the door. Before the racks, a higher-up woman from one of my old jobs, PD, was bending over, reaching for a plastic container of some kind of powdered food. PD looked a bit shorter and thinner, though she was still overweight. Her face also looked a bit too pale and dry.

I feel like at this point all the kids may have gathered around me. They thought I was a fun guy to hang out with. I may have interacted with them a little more enthusiastically than I would otherwise have, though, since PD was around. I'd always kind of admired PD, so I wanted her to think highly of me. I thought she'd be impressed if she saw how good I was with kids.

Somehow, though, I now needed to lead the kids out of the kitchen and through the next room, which was either like a classroom or a lobby in some school building. Although I was technically "leading" the kids, I was really in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by all the kids.

I got the idea to get the kids started on a march. We would march and give a marching chant. The chant had the cadence of the "I don't know but I've been told" chant stereotypical of military marches. But I thought it would be funny to make a chant encouraging the children to misbehave.

I would say the line, then the kids would repeat it. We chanted as we marched up toward the back, left corner of the room. I chanted, "These are the things that I do."

The kids repeated, "These are the things that I do."

"When I want to -----" (Go and play? Go outside? Go away?)

"When I want to -----"

"Fighting."

"Fighting."

"Whining."

"Whining."

"Running away."

"Running away."

At this moment, two of the older girls (maybe 11 or 12 years old) ran off to the left, just as we were approaching the door to the classroom. The girls seemed to run past a bookshelf, behind which stood two adult women.

I decided I needed to follow the girls and bring them back. This may have been because I didn't want them to set a bad example for the class. But I think I also wanted to follow them because I was sexually attracted to them, and I wanted them to stay around me.

I broke away from the rest of the group and followed the path of the girls. I ended up in some room where two slightly overweight, Latina women were sitting on couches. They were both discussing their bills and their debt. I may have felt like the women were similar to PD somehow.

I saw one of the women's checks. The name on the check was Kerolos. Something about the name didn't make sense to me. Later on I saw another check. It seemed to have come to the woman from some business man. The name on this check was Carolos. This made more sense to me.

01.02.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1: Naked Pictures of Myself

I don't remember too much about this because it was oddly disturbing and surprising at the same time. I was inside a room sitting somewhere that had an adequate amount of lights that radiated a yellow/orange color to them, and my father is going through a series of pictures on a Laptop.



I think a few of them are me naked with me holding my penis and actually take a fully body picture with it too. I'm freaked out as hell, wondering how the hell I would do something like that, but my father just scrolls through them like he didn't even see anything.

I didn't register any element of surprise from his face when he was going through my photos.

Either he tried to make it look like he didn't see anything and wanted to scroll faster to avoid the other naked pictures I had, or was a completely oblivious DC that was doing random shit on the laptop.

That's all I remember for that one. And good thing that's all I remembered.


Dream 2: Groping Woman's Ass in a Train

I'm on a train that's pretty empty. A pretty cute black girl is outside wearing a RED shirt and has glasses on (looks like Shi Reeves). She looks familar to me because before the dream, I think I heard the voice of some lady trying to convince me to talk to some people or something.



She's with a guy though, so she comes in the train with him. We're all standing, and the train moves. It's the type of train that's outside and above ground, not in the subway. But it felt like I was in a bus, but I'll just go with train for now.



The girl doesn't recognize me, but I have a feeling she was trying to find me in a dream I can' remember seeing her. She was looking outside the windows of the bus while I take a quick glance at her breasts.

I don't know if she was pretending not to see me, I think she even looks at me, but it was only for a second, but I could remember seeing the cheeks on her face have a little makeup on.

Then she gets closer to me with her back facing me, but not paying attention to me. The guy who is with her is on her right, and he's close to me as well. Her back is facing me still, and she gets a little closer to me. She gets closer and closer, and I eventually feel her ass in gray yoga pants or some leggings with my knuckles.

I wasn't trying to touch her intentionally, it's just that she got closer to me. While the bus is constantly moving, making her ass bump into the knuckles of my hand even more, the dude who is next to her grabs my hand I think and forces me to grope her ass.

He's asks me "Don't you want this???" At first I'm shocked because it feels like this guy had persuaded me to meet this woman before in different dreams that I cannot remember, but I could actually feel her ass.

It was so smooth and firm. Feeling the texture of the yoga pants was amazing, but I wasn't lucid. It felt erotic just holding my hand around this woman's amazing ass, I felt like a child that suddenly got into the temptation.

I ended up holding the sides of this woman and starting to move both my hands near the bottom region of her stomach to her vaginal area and continued moving them around her rear.

I finally was convinced and told the person "Yes...I'll be with her." or something like that. I didn't see how the guy looked though. But damn was this woman I'm touching hot. She really started to look like Shi Reeves.

I think I'm in a different dream scenario to where they are taking me to a random house. We get there by car I think. The environment overall has some gray clouds, and the neighborhood looks like a pretty maintained and fancy place.

It was quiet at the time, and the Shi Reeves look-a-like DC is going in it to pack some stuff I think. I go into the car to get random things out to put inside the front entrance of the house.

When I go in, I see dark brown wood flooring, dining table....stuff that you would generally see in a house. I asked "Hello?" inside the house, and didn't get a response. I started to get louder and asked if anyone was in the place.

No response, so I go venture around the place, and see a bathroom when I moved forward and turned right. It looked empty, and no lights were on, but outside of the bathroom was partially lit.

I sensed that the black female DC was in the bathroom with the lights off, but I couldn't tell. I saw another DC that was in there, but I don't think he was doing anything with the lady. She was probably sitting on the toilet, so I immediately moved away to not look like a peeping tom.

I waited for her to be finished, but I woke up.

Dream 3: Place gets drenched with Tsunami

I'm seeing this random area get demolished by a Tsunami, or a huge wave of water at least. I don't feel any of the impact, but I look around a small field of vision and someone was asking me what happened to the place.

I think I said Scotland had a Tsunami occur, but I'm not sure if that's really what I said. I was telling some random voice that I didn't bother to look for the source it was coming from the experiences I had encountering the Tsunami.



Apparently I hanged on top of a ledge, but not with my knuckles facing me, but the other way around (palms facing me), and I'm just hanging on to the ledge very tightly until the Tsunami hits my way.

How does hanging from a ledge where all of your strength relies on your arms and hands prevent one from getting injured from an incoming Tsunami? I don't know, and it felt like silly too.

An unusual spattering of dreams from this morning.

Somebody was stepping on my crotch. It hurt.

Later, there was an Occupy protest in my town. Somewhere in the world, 4 more people were killed, and Wikipedia was going to mention the fact. This brought the worldwide toll from 96 to 100, quite remarkable considering this was supposed to be a revolution - but mostly, of the mind.

I'm suffering from sleep paralysis, unable to turn my head more than 10 degrees, or was it 25? I'm apparently facing up, grabbing my laptop and going on Twitter, tweeting about the fact I have "testicular" sleep paralysis. Well, my fingers still can move, but when I try to turn my head, I start shaking like a wildman.

Shaking. Just shaking.

Facade - a giant room, chandelier on the top, wooden with big gates at the sides. Some kind of medieval fortres or university.

I go on my computer again, this time on the website Weather Underground. I see that there are two tropical systems: one near Australia, and another over western Lake Michigan. How unusual for this time of year. The Great Lakes storm's name is Isabel, retired in 2003. Here it is a tropical storm, about to do an outside loop, and track into my area in four days. By then, it will have weakened.

That's odd - it actually is expected to rain Sunday.

Later, or possibly earlier. I'm reading some source material about Asperger's, and hypermasculine disorders. Where have I encountered this before?

I awake to the sound of my alarm.

Last night wasn't a good one... The power was gone, so I ended up staying up until 1:30AM watching a BBC series about Auschwitz... and then I went to bed. I usually fall asleep later, so no sleep pattern...

About my dreams, I don't remember them. I know that I may have dreamed something about Auschwitz, but not about the camp itself. More like the government has decided to get some tips from Hitler and bring back the horror of concentration camps.

What I do remember is that I was on a boat, watching somebody. It was windy and raining, but I just stood there. Then I got off the boat, walked a bit and I think I was at uni, but I could be wrong. All I know is that I was going to have lunch and my cousin who lives in Germany was there too. We made fun of the food, cause my mum was there and she wants me to lose weight, so my cousin and I were like "here, three grains of rice for you!"

After that, I was with another cousin of mine and my mum was talking about how she would hit me, she said she wouldn't hit me on the face, so people would never know what she was doing to me. I replied that I always show people my arms (when my mum is mad, she hits me on the arms and uses her nails to hurt me), so everybody knows what she does.

And I think that's all I remember. I think the fact that I've been being woken up by my parents shouting at me to get up and take my dog out is making it difficult. Whenever I wake up with loud noises and then I have to get up and do something, I can barely remember my dreams.