non-lucid

I was overlooking the police office from a walkway above. I knew today I was going to be able to do my run. I jumped down and began my sprint. I ran through the metal detector as the police guard fell. However, at the door there were around seven police officers all practicing sniping at the range. They each at the time were reloading. They each had a little window for themselves, and a door on each end to run out off. I picked the left door and sprinted out. As I ran out, I somehow heard the police chief on the radio talking to the snipers. He said "Escape in progress, snipers, take him down." I then heard a sniper reply, "Don't worry chief, this is just like sniping those GSC-17s." I was at the end of the parking lot and beginning to run on a road into a neighborhood. They each took a shot and missed. The police chief then went back on the radio and said, "Well, what are you doing? Get in the cars and chase him down, he is still on foot, and there are no forces around him to protect him. Get him!" I knew I had to hide if I were to be safe. I woke up.

End Notes: Very vivid dream. It seemed like video game graphics in a way, but it was very clear.

I was running through a huge city, with some friends 'Courtney' and 'Jordan'. It was very crowded and we had to really work our way through to this tall glass tower. It was kinda built like minecraft buildings...blocky. We were looking for this man 'Mr. Toya' who had gone missing from this city. We made it to a train station where some enemy agents were holding back some trains. We shot them down then took a train straight for the Tower. When we were nearly there, our train driver was shot and the train de-railed. We lost Jordan for the time being, and went ahead with the mission. First part of the mission was to take back some stolen cash. Like in minecraft, I broke blocks on the tower to make a stairway right to the room where the money was being held. There were two enemy agents there whom I shot, then I took the money. I went back down and gave the money to Jordan, he had caught up I guess. He decided to call 'Gavin' to come pick up the cash. I noticed that on Jordan's cell phone, he had Gavin's number, and I thought it was weird because Gavin doesn't have a cell phone in real life.

So Courtney and I went into the tower and looked around for clues as to where Mr. Toya was at. I found some friends -'Dallin, Josh, and Issac'- who said they had heard some activity in the night near this white van at the entrance of the Tower. I met up with Courtney again and we went to look for the van. When we stepped outside, a helicopter came down and dropped a giant magnet on a cable to lift the van away. we tried shooting at it, but it was no use. We concluded that the government was trying to cover something up. Just then a train pulled up and blew up. We knew it was the government, and so we split up and ran. I kept running and the city shifted into some streets in my home town, Division st and some others mostly. I slowed my running when I got to a round about. I took the uniform from an officer. I saw a police man running toward me, so I began to run back toward the Tower. We were running really weirdly, but he assumed I was actually a police man.

We met up with more officers, and they informed me that they were after some terrorists who had stolen money and potentially killed Mr. Toya. We were specifically after this spy, her name being 'Liza'. She was a lower rank agent than me, and so I played along as a police man. We chased her to the Tower, some other agents were trying to stop us, but we shot them. She ran up the stairway I had made into the tower, but when she reached the end of the stairs, she tunneled forward until she broke through the tower. She tried to jump out, but I caught her leg and pulled her back in. We were going to question her, but she was dead when tried to. The officers moved her over the the pile of deceased bodies, and I saw Courtney and Jordan there.

"Nicholai....
Nicholai..." A soft voice melded with the background of the kitchen, over sized by the perception of an infant.
"Nicholai..." This was his name. Who was calling him? Suddenly he thought, suddenly he existed. Now his sole purpose was to discover the one calling him. The voice, the tone, the timber... He knew it. His mother. His mother was the one calling to him. Muscles on his face moved, shaped, morphed themselves collectively to form a smile. He was fond of his mother, he loved her. What child didn't? This new form of ability allowed him to move, to walk, to turn in order to face a hallway where the sound originated. There was the shadowed face of his mother, hidden by forces unknown to him.
"Nicholai..." His mouth was dry and staled with the taste of sand, his eyes burning of salt. The sound of heavy breathing pervaded his sense, it was him. It was his own lungs gasping for air.
"Nicholai..."

Nicholai's eyes opened only to stare down at a moving wall of sand. Immediately he was concerned for his own safety, worried about the sudden disorientated amnesia that faced him. He was being dragged unconsciously. The muscles of his neck screamed for reprieve, but he must look to face the world before him, to know. City blocks lay before him, buildings worn with decades of decaying sand. They were taking him through a ghost town. Who were they? Ignoring the second barrage of messages from his nervous system, he looked to his left to face a large man, heavy built, face covered by a bone mask. The rebels. Memories came back to him slowly. He was now an outcast, meant only to face a short, empty life. Why were they taking him here? Casting as many glances around as he could manage, he noticed one thing, or, one lack of thing: life. The small group of five armed men, not including him, were the only visible inhabitants of this large desert city. Where was everyone?

Feeling came to his ankles suddenly, they were turning. Gaze turned once before him, he noticed they had begun heading towards a small home. Why this one? Five minutes of consciousness and he was already riddled by the complexities he now faced in life. The leading soldier, presumably an officer, dusted off the sand-caked pad to the left of the doorway to reveal a home interface, still gleaming in the sunlight. Pressing his palm to it, a wall of clay fell to the ground in a cloud of puff to reveal a siding door, now open. The group continued onward, carrying their unwilling prisoner inside. There was a damp, pungent smell to the building, only detectable by those who spent large amounts of time out in the dry, desert air. It was the smell of humidity. Nicholai assumed that the building had kept in the water that had evaporated, due to the fact that almost all of the dwellings on this planet were airtight. Oxygen and water were fed in and recycled through a series of underground pipes, smarter than relying on the harsh atmosphere outside.

A soldier on corner duty spoke up quickly, mentioning something about 'them'. Niko turned just enough to see him out of the corner of his eye, catching the movement of the holographic scanner in his hand. An opaque, green-tinted replica of the city floated in mid air, covered in a small portion by red blobs. Niko had seen these portable interfaces before, even used and repaired them, this much he could remember. One fact in particular stuck out in his recollection: red almost always meant bad. Before he could gather more information, screaming sounds of engines rang throughout the home. An aircraft of some kind was outside, and close. Several of the soldiers began speaking at once, and all of them brought their weapons of choice to bear. The leader began giving hand motions to his squads, followed by commands. The group politely ended their jabbering to listen, then did exactly as they were ordered, even the part about dropping Niko, who fell to his knees only to realize he wasn't bound as he had first assumed.

As he shifted his weight in order to run, the door began to creep open. One soldier of a lower rank pointed out the obvious.
"They're here!" Just as the first shot was fired, Niko was on his way to the second room. Scrambling to find a weapon of some sort, he vaguely noted the stove to his left. A kitchen, kitchens meant knives. Quickly coming to the conclusion that they'd be stored, he systematically began ripping drawers from their grottoes, but the dying sounds of the gunfight only a door away meant that he'd run out of time. He turned to face a soldier in the doorway, rifle at the ready. Quickly putting his hands up, Niko did his best to look out of place, which wasn't too difficult.
"I'm not with them, they took me! They beat me!" In his current state, he looked ragged enough for the story to be true. The soldier stepped toward him, still not entirely sure.
"Are you injured?"
"Yes, yes! I need medical attention!" It was working well so far. Niko dared to step towards the soldier, lowering his hands. The man didn't seem to notice.
"You don't look too beat up, I'll need your help. My friend is hurt back there." The soldier turned for just a moment to gesture towards the other room, but it was enough time for him. With a quick step, he had on had under the shoulder of the soldier, pushing him off balance while the other was retrieving the knife on the shoulder-pad of his armor. Within a second, it had been done, but the soldier was fast. By the time Niko managed to get the knife at the ready, the soldier was coming at him.

Niko side-stepped a blow from the butt of the soldier's rifle, only to make a failed lunge at the man's exposed jugular. The knife glanced off of the hardened armor, and his wrist was caught in the man's grasp. Had to give up the knife already. He put his foot between the two of them, pushing off as hard as he could manage with one foot. It sent the soldier tumbling into the other room with the knife, just enough time for one move. Turning to survey his options, the first glance caught a gamble: the last kitchen drawer. Rushing to it, he jerked it open to reveal a full stock of knives. Jackpot. They weren't combat knives, of course, but they would kill all the same. Niko grabbed two at first instinct, both sharp and non-serrated. He faced the door only to experience a bit of deja-vu, the soldier was coming back for more. Niko was on him before he could act, however, reversed blade in his right hand, and the second blade for blocking. The man had given Niko more time earlier, for he had searched and found his ill-used combat knife, and was using it as a deterrent for close-range combat. As Niko neared, the man swiped at him, just grazing his left bicep. Niko punished him for it, though, as he drove the first knife into the left side of the soldier's neck, then the second knife entered under the protection of the armor and the ribcage, puncturing a lung.

After several moments of stillness, as if they were locked in an embrace, the soldier crumpled into a heap, blood leaking slowly onto the floor. Niko went over his weapons, deciding it would be better to take the combat knife and leave the others. It would be hard to carry a trooper's rifle inconspicuously. Niko took a long stare at the still-glowing eyes of the soldier's armor, feeling the rush of adrenaline slip away. Before he began to feel remorseful, he turned and exited the kitchen. Now for the second trooper. Niko wasted no time searching the house for him, he had, without a doubt, attempted to escape the city on foot after seeing his comrade attacked. He guessed that the rebels that had brought him here hadn't survived the initial firefight, and that just made his life a little easier. One last sigh left Niko following a set of footprints, made large by the scout's boots. It wouldn't be difficult to track him down, and maybe he could get to civilization by doing so. He gave one last look at the city, behind him now, before he slid the knife into his boot and carried onward.

dream : comments : lucid

January 20th, 2012

My recall has been pretty bad these past couple of days for some reason. I haven't been remembering any dreams before about 6am. I got my galantamine today though, so we'll see if that has any impact!


At a camp ground, someone was getting the shit bashed out of him by a bottle but he deserved it somehow.

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I was hanging out with Michel Gondry (!). He showed me a short film called 'Widen' and said that if I understood it, I could help him with his next feature film.
We were in a bedroom and he started by drawing three rounded pillars on a blackboard and asked me what they were. I said I thought they were people and he seemed disappointed in the answer. Then the movie started.

There was a scene in a kitchen where fruit and veggies and eggs were all bouncing around on the benchtop by themselves and started cutting themselves up. Then there was a part where these guys were pretending to shoot guns with their fingers. All of the footage was intercut with images of a sad guy sitting at a train station.

Pretty standard Gondry, basically


I didn’t get it.

Self Esteem

We were skating around some strange place with my friends. There has been a giant recent loss in self esteem for some reason in the whole world. Me and the guys decide to hang out in someone's house which I remember as being pretty well furnished. Since I was the most confident in the group, I had to go get the snacks. Everything is kinda dirty on the way out, I arrive at this guys store. He's a fat middle euro guy behind a glass kind of shield. Asks me what I want and the first thing that I ask for doesn't need to be paid for so then he spends a long time complaining about how I never pay for anything but then I remember that I have to get snacks so I get a shit ton of candy bars and two giant bags of mini resee's and then I poke fun at him "I never buy anything?" we joke and laugh and on the tv a news story comes on about the crisis in the world's loss of self esteem. I found it upon myself that I had to be a hero for the world and have more self esteem than everyone else and somehow save the day.

Rock Fights and Boarding

Was with my mom outside what kinda reminded me of a place near my house. she gets really mad at me so I have to follow her to figure it out. I get on my knees slowly and try to explain my recent anger. She silently brings me on this double decker coach bus which was the local transit in the dream the bus drive is mad at us fr talking forever but the new money system was hard to figure out. the door finally goes through and we go to the mall which is much more grandiose and modern looking than it already is. She walks me to rainforest cafe, all the time I was asking, with no reply what she as doing. So I guess we're gonna have a talk here. Some reason I leave, find the car and drive it back to another neighborhood. I go back to my house, which now i so a really steep hill. There is a strange knife fighting asian guy who wants to kill me. We fight for a while, swing our knives at each other, dealing out heavy blows. I have a "hunting rock" which I know with three good blows to the head will kill hi. Instead I keep aiming for his ribs...i don't want to kill him. I've hit him twice on the head and multiple times in the ribs. I hit him again in the ribs and can hear his ribs crack. He chokes up blood and goes limp. I back up a little and he jumps out. He was only pretending. He comes at me and something in my mind changes the dream is flickering and I was half waking up. I realized that I was dreaming and became lucid. Something about this lucidity was really weird though. The dream was still flickering and fading and I was still slightly waking up but I didn't try to stabilize the dream. He hit me over the head with something and I acknowledged the pain and then ignored it. I give him one more great hit in the ribs. he's done. I think his father was around to pick him up and go. I forget it's a dream...I get out of the house and the down hill looks really good as a long-boading thing. The hill is really traffic-y and cars are going down really fast in waves toward this tol booth thing. I see that my longboard is down there leaning on a tree, when I get back there I realize tha I left something up at the house, I start walking back tot he house but decide I don't need it, look back and my longboard is gone. I freak out for a long time but then my mom drives by and gives me a backpack with my longboard. its some move of reconciliation from an earlier fight. I go down the hill boarding

Herpes

. I'm with this one black girl that I've met, kinda chunky but I'm still diggin her. We back into an alley way get out of the car and into this door. We were in there for a long time and through a window I can see my car. While we're talking I see that a bunch of cars are trying to pass mine but they just stop. They're trying to pass it on both sides but my car is blocking them. I forget it and start making out with the girl in her room (which is a replica of my room). We really start going at it and were both shirtless and kissing all over. Before I take off her underwear I ask if she has herpes and she barely answers and I assume she does and I ask if she's having an outbreak, she says yes pulls down her pants and shows me it. I say I can't do it and go to get dressed. She's noticeably frustrated and angry as I walk around the room and pick up my clothes and put them on. She pulls up her pants while lying on the bed being all pissy. It was weird because there was one second where I looked at her and she was 10 times hotter than before, then it was back to normal. She wasn't ugly, just average. I go outside of the room and see that my car windows have been smashed and the whole car was stripped and pushed to the side so that people could get through. The car weakly starts on the second try but can't stay in park and the emergency break barely works. As I get back out of the car and then back into the house, I can hear her frustrated screams from inside "I get half way 3 times a week but I can't get fucked!!?" I cautiously go back inside telling her about my car and she's mad at me and tells me she can't deal with it now. I accidentally go into another room (which would've been my mom's room) but it was where her dad was sleeping. Also, I could hear one of her parents with the tv on the whole time before this but that was no big deal. The dad, with messy covers drawn over him in the dim room looks at me and says "oh its you, the [something wispy like smoke I think]" I say I am not one of those and try to head back to my car, I want to turn back and say that I lived here before they did but I don't...

Last night's dreams consisted of various "episodes" or "segments"---which is somewhat unusual in relation to my normal sleeping habits. I might have been woken up several times. That night I also slept for an inordinate amount of time.The order of these events is somewhat ambiguous, I believe they go in opposite order in time, but here it goes:

1) My boyfriend wants me to hook him up with a hooker. She's running on wet asphalt with pink heels. This has something to do with a comment he made in real life about getting a blowjob from a hooker in Amsterdam as a "souvenir." That comment really upset me lol.

2) My grandmother tries to "justify" the previous situation because "we can build a castle on the balcony because that's what you did with your last friend."

3) At some point in my apartment, me, my boyfriend, and his two brothers are all sleeping on my bed--I between my boyfriend and his twin. For some reason I'm attracted to his brother even though I'm not attracted to him in real life.

4) I'm on a high-speed train located in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil that goes to international locations--maybe continents. I get off the wrong one--this happened in real life when I moved to Brazil.

5) Some of my old friends that I knew in Brazil are climbing a sand structure in a Minecraft environment. For what reason I do not recall.

6) I find a huge sand cave in a Minecraft environment--belonging to a girl--the middle of which lies a chair and a piano.

7) I'm on a tour somewhere

I was in the school gym. There were lots of mats spread out on the floor. My class was grouped in a corner on one of the large mats. I tried keeping up with the exercises but my legs were hurting, and I could barely walk, let alone do jumping jacks. I just waited on the floor for everyone to be done (some people were sitting anyway). After that I had to move to my next period, which was Spanish in the dream. Outside of the gym was a machine that gave out free ice cream, but there was only a few in it and everyone wanted some. I inched through the crowd and grabbed a chocolate bar. I unwrapped it and ate it while walking down the hall. The school looked so unfamiliar. I came to an outdoor section of the school, and realized I went the wrong way. I also saw my old language arts teacher. There was a table, and i remembered that I had to pick up a slip for something for school. I went back the way I came and wound up in the front of the building. There were a lot of people gathered here. All of a sudden a huge train pulled in through a gate next to the entrance. It was one of those really old steam powered trains. One kid got off. Apparently his dad owns a private train and was just driving his son to school. After it parked, the top of it made a flat path from the ledge I was standing on, so I jumped on top of it and a few others followed me. As I got closer to the back of the train, it got harder to advance forward. There were ledges to hold onto, but they were awkwardly placed. I almost fell off, but my alarm woke me up before that.

Nothing about celebration or anything, but I guess these are the dreams I got for my birthday, or would tomorrows dreams be my birthday dreams? I don't know, but I guess i'll find out.

-Dream 1- pillaging-

Attila the hun was on a ridge above a small village. he and all of his forces charge and begin pillaging the village. I am a passive observer, watching all of this going on without any real emotional attachment. One of the soldiers finds a small child, the mother bursts out of the home and tries to protect her child, she carries the child into the house and attempts to hide him. the soldier follows her into the house. he tells her to lock the child into a nearby dog crate. she does so, hoping to keep the child safe. the soldier drags her into the bedroom, at this point I put up a mental block so that I cannot see what is going on.

skip to next day?

the child manages to get out of the dog crate, the soldier and his mother are hanging (floating?) in midair, they have shrunken bodies and razor sharp teeth. he screams in terror, they scream with bloody rage, he runs, they give chase.


-Dream 2 Raven Knight-

I also have a vague memory of Raven Knight asking if I want to have a shared dream, she had a place in mind that sounded something like Renzor or Reznor... something with an R. the word gave me the impression of a fantastical fantasy setting city.

Not much of a recall night, last night, but I do remember this little fragment.
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18/1/12
I am on a cruise ship with the family [again with the family!] and we have this tiny, but full-grown, ape of about 5 inches in height. It's so cool, constantly climbing on us and swinging around the boat - but that's all I remember of it.

Later on my dad orders two waters from the bar, and explains to the barmaid the best way to do it. He asks for two cylindrically-shaped lemons and ice which as been scraped off a larger block with a knife. Tasted fucking fantastic.

I was outside my house on my driveway. My brother and I were popping J's (Shooting hoops). My dog ran outside and my sister followed to try to get her back in the house. I remember it being somewhat dark outside. Anyway, FedEx began to come down the road. While they were dropping off our mail (Weird), my dog ran inside the driver's seat as they took off. My parents immediately ran outside. My mom said that they would be taking the dog to the shelter across the street, so everyone got in the car and drove off. For some reason, my electric scooter was replaced with a street legal gas scooter. I drove down my street and took a left to the main road. I stopped at the road crossing and looked across the street. It said I could go to I hit the gas. The weird thing was the white lines that you cross the street on were crooked. It started big and straight, but as it turned left it got smaller. Same with the other side off the road too. Anyway, when I was in the marketplace, it was really rundown. They looked like the stores you would see in Mexico, one story with metal roofing and lights on them. By now it began to rain. So I drove straight and took at right, then I found the shelter. I went inside and found my parents in a line waiting to claim our dog. I smiled and waved goodbye, then drove out the door. When I came out the door, I wasn't in the marketplace, I came out off the house opposite to my house. I then woke up.

[b]1.[/b] Was trying to fly somewhere, as that's the fastest mode of transportation. However, have no knowledge of flying planes. I manage to fly fast enough along a highway, and practice lifting off the ground a few inches and landing back on it. Eventually, I do manage to fly very high and feel enormous speed and wind-tug.

Cannot remember what I'm trying to achieve in the dream. I do remember calling for assistance on radio and immediately realizing I was passing my desired destination, which is a home for sale. I quickly stop in overgrowth off the side of a freeway, planning to walk to the home. Hitchcock feel to all of it; watched film the night before.

Had a very good nights sleep but with very little memories. Woke before the alarm, not in the middle of a dream. When thinking about it before getting up, a couple of things did return to me.

Scene 1

I'm in a car and my brother is driving. I have the fealing I've done this route a few times lately, and remember how it goes. My brother doesn't know the way and I start giving him directions. I don't drive so even though I know the direction to go, we end up almost going the wrong way on a one way street. At some point I think there should be a road but don't see one, and it appears.

Scene 2

I'm piloting an airship along a road in a city, there are buildings on both sides. The steering is pretty simple, but it responds more strongly than I would expect. At some point I try to gain a bit more altitude, not to hit traffic lights, but the airship rises a bit above the rooftops.

Had a lucid last night, but it wasn't that interesting and I didn't bother commiting it to memory.

I recall a fairly long dream where I had a mexican girlfriend, but it wasn't that interesting either and I don't feel like writing it out.

Type: Regular dreams.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I'm making a serious attempt to LD again, starting with improving my dream recall. But since my recall and lucid count is so poor, I'm going to start slowly instead of pushing myself to remember every single detail of my dreams. Last night I recalled two dreams (along with some others from previous nights), which I'll combine in this single entry.

Dream 1 - Beast's Windshield Fail

I was the cockpit of a small plane that was supposed to be the X-Jet, but this "cockpit" was huge. It was very similar to the final place where Captain America and Red Skull fought in the film Captain America: The First Avenger, except with no junk or clutter everywhere. The flooring was tile and there was the same huge contoured windshield, which let a large amount of light into the jet. I was right at the windshield and I knew that there were seats behind me with Moira and Charles sitting in them, but I didn't turn around to see. I was looking outside, there below I could see trees and plains. In front of me, a bit more upwards, I could see wispy clouds whizzing by. On the jet's left-hand side I knew there was an exact same X-Jet with Beast, Banshee and Magneto in it. They were with us trying to fight off some enemy ships, which were quite a ways in front of us. I was strongly aware of their presence in front, even though I couldn't see them.

All of a sudden, our jet suddenly started moving downwards sharply, but I didn't actually feel a shift in gravity or even fell over - I just saw more of the ground, because we were tilted towards it. We did a few maneuvers and ended up leveling out again without getting that close to the ground, but then, I saw something fly into view from the left and smack into the middle of our jet's windshield. It was Beast. I didn't see his face; I simply saw his body make contact with the glass, making a bit of a crack, and ricochet off. I also heard the "thump" noise that one hears when a bird hits a window. I wasn't concerned, and I simply continued to look out the windshield. I heard the same "thump" again and looked back to the windshield to, somehow, see Beast once again smacking into the glass! This happened two more times and I ended up getting pissed off that "he kept doing that".

Upon waking, I laughed. It was very comical.

Dream 2 - Flying Ant Suit

I was in the front grounds of my school, which basically consists of a parking lot on the right side (coming out from the front of the school) and a much larger grassy area on the left, with a sturdy black metal fence on the two sides where the property is next to the streets. It was daytime; the sky was a light, pale shade of blue. I was in the grassy part of the schoolyard but instead of it being empty like in real life, there was a play structure in the middle of it. I was about ten feet away from the structure, in the shadows it cast from a random light source (I couldn't identify the location of it upon awakening, as there wasn't a sun...).

In front of me was a stuffed animal made of that shiny, plastic-like beanbag fabric; it was supposed to be an ant. The whole thing was relatively dark grey and it consisted of a large head with two big plastic eyes, and a round, slightly pointed body. It was very cute, and the whole thing was a couple feet taller than me; it was a suit of some sort, which I could get into and fly off in. It was sitting upright but I noticed that there weren't any legs, like I somehow knew there were supposed to be, so I walked up to it and lifted the head up; there was a dark mesh hole (like some mascot costumes have where the face is) underneath. I pushed on it with my hand and, even though I didn't actually see them appear, there were now six plush legs hanging from the ant's body. I tried to find a zipper or opening to get into the suit but I couldn't. I was looking for three or four minutes until the dream ended.

Chapstick makers (FRAG)

was part of chap stick maker
killed tons of animals
had animals tested on
had tons of strange drugs around make from animals and stuff
the butcher house was giant silo with blood dripping out the top
one time i see a drug that looks weird scary
one of my friends does it
i walk up behind them
inhale
can't stand, fall laughing
vision fragments into odd pixels
friend passes me and hits me on the back of the head