non-lucid

Dream 1
I was tied to a chair in a bedroom, strangely the chair was on the bed. There were people around I think they had guns. I just sat there not knowing what was going on.

Then a girl materialised out of nowhere, she looked like Megan Fox with Scarlett Johansson's cheeks and she wore Mikaela Banes' clothes from Transformers (2007). When she cut me loose I embraced her like crazy, so tightly.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a big, empty room. The room had a grey, concrete floor. There was natural light coming in through a window somewhere.

A brown blanket lay in the center of the room, on the floor. The blanket was made up of small squares. For some reason, I was now cutting the lower squares off the blanket. But I was leaving a couple of the central squares in one of the lower rows attached to the upper rows. So now the blanket looked like a square with a bit of a lip at the bottom.

As this was going on, a movie was playing against the back wall. It was black and white. The film was old and scratchy. There were also four or five straight lines that ran vertically, up through the center of the frame.

The movie looked like an Abbott and Costello movie. But Costello was a kind of serious character, and the other guy was a young, kind of bright, but shy guy.

The Costello character was telling the man something like, "I don't think your idea for using the edges of the film-frame and putting sound on them is such a great idea. I don't think people will like it. It's too bothersome."

I now realized that the lines running up the center of the frame were the soundtrack lines that Costello was referring too. I thought that they were bothersome -- if they had to be right in the center of the frame like that!

But then I realized that those were the lines for this film. The film the man had made had the lines on the outside of the frame, where they weren't visible.

I understood that Costello's criticism of the man's use of a soundtrack in his films wasn't valid. But I somehow knew that Costello knew this as well. In fact, I knew, Costello even thought the use of soundtracks in film was a good idea.

But Costello didn't want to let the young man know he thought it was a good idea. He didn't want to support the young man's development. Costello felt that the young man was smart enough as it was, and that the young man would be so successful eventually, that he shouldn't have to support him in his efforts.

I thought that this was a terrible sentiment on Costello's part, and that the young man was probably in dire need of help.

Dream #2

I lay in bed, on my back, in an otherwise almost empty room. It was almost completely dark in the room. The bed was set next to a wall, which was to my right. The bed itself was rather narrow.

I looked out to my left, across the room. On the wall at the head of my bed was a window. It was pretty heavily curtained, but it let in, at the far end, a tiny corner of orange streetlamp light.

I noticed, in the corner of the room that was dimly lit by the streetlamp light, three statues. The statues were all Egyptian busts. They were all set on square pedestals, but they were arranged in a really haphazard way.

I knew somehow -- maybe from some narration in my head? -- that the busts were all supposed to be of the boy Pharaoh Tutankhamen. But all the busts were wearing the ubiquitous headdress of Nefertiti. And one of the busts, the lowest one, facing me most directly, was of a really chubby boy or man!

Dream #3

I was out on a beach. It was a nice, sunny day. There were a decent amount of people out on the beach, but not too many.

For some reason, I suddenly felt like I had to leave. I turned to my right and began heading away.

But as I left the beach, people began giving me troubles. I'm not sure what these troubles were now. But I think people just constantly kept getting in my way, even though there weren't a whole lot of people on the beach.

I may finally have thought I'd counter the problem by flying. I may have started flying a couple meters above the ground.

Now I was moving through an area of the beach with orange sand. Two enormous, black guys now came charging down the beach. It looked like they were just trying to start trouble. They had huge, long dredds and black, Oakley-style sunglasses, with silver rims on the tops.

I may possibly have stopped flying. I may possibly have thought if these guys saw me flying, they'd just pull me down and pummel me. But once these guys passed me, I knew that I had to get out of here once and for all. Soon there wouldn't be anything here but trouble.

I may possibly have gotten onto a bike like the bike I rode in junior high school. Or I may still just have been walking.

I ended up on a concrete path in a park. I took this park to be a park from my high school years IWL. It was kind of like a trail on a small greenbelt running through a suburban residential area. It seemed like the path descended from here and went under a bridge.

Either on foot or on bike, I descended under the bridge. Once I got beyond the bridge, I was in a much more forest-like, tree covered area. The path may now have been dirt, rather than concrete. There was a river on my right side. Trees also seemed to be growing up out of the river.

I suddenly noticed a gigantic bullfrog sitting on the stump of one of the river trees. The bullfrog must have been 60cm tall! It looked pretty intelligent, too. It seemed to register my presence and be a bit worried about whether I wanted to hurt it.

I acted calm and walked forward, trying not to regard the frog at all, so it would feel less worried. But now, up the way only twenty or thirty more meters, I saw another one of these huge frogs!

I decided to get off this trail. I think I was afraid of the frogs. But I also think that I thought that if I kept having to act like I didn't see or care about every frog that worried as I passed it, I'd get bored as hell pretty quick.

But also -- the trail itself may also simply have just ended: being cut off by the merging of a small creek on my left with the river on my right.

I saw that if I jumped across the small creek on my left, I could land on the opposite bank. The bank was steep, but short, dry, and grassy. I could easily climb up it and out of this park altogether.

But as I turned left to face the opposite bank, I noticed another huge frog! This one was also kind of worried about me. I was now in between two huge frogs that were all shifty and nervous. And I was afraid that if I jumped, my motions would be so fast and scary to them that they'd have heart attacks!

I wondered how I could jump without scaring the frogs. The only thing I could think to do was close my eyes and jump. This way, the frogs would see that I wasn't looking at anything at all, and so I couldn't be jumping because I was trying to attack them.

I closed my eyes. But I couldn't remember what the bank looked like. I didn't want to hit something bad. I tried to open my eyes again to get a good memory of the bank. But when I opened them, they were all groggy and grainy. It was really hard for me to focus on anything.

Finally, the frog off to my right said, in something like a female voice, "There's actually a good patch right up around here."

I looked up to the frog. I went to where the frog directed me. I jumped across the little creek and landed on the bank. I started climbing up the bank.

All this time, the frog was still talking to me, in that kind of female voice. She was kind of friendly, like a really smart scientist, or a librarian. But I had the idea that the frogs really weren't comfortable with my presence here.

At the top of the bank, I turned around to look back down at the river. The river wasn't there anymore. I was just facing a red brick building, which seemed to be set a meter or so down into a sandy trench. I was out on a road, it seemed, on the outskirts of a very small town in the desert.

But this didn't even register with me. Down at the base of the building I saw a rectangular slat of an opening in the wall. Two sets of female eyes looked back out at me. I knew these two women were the frogs I had just jumped past on the river.

I felt bad for not having spoken to them. So I did want to say something to them. But I also felt a little shy, like somehow these frogs were of a higher station than I was, and would thus be put off by my acting too familiar with them. So I wanted to keep whatever I said short.

I said, "Yeah, I'm sure I'll come back here. So if I do, I'll talk to you guys again. I used to ride my bike up through this park all the time when I was a kid."

I was chatting with my ex-boyfriend on msn. I could hear Snuff-Slipknot playing in the background.

I told him I really loved him and that I can feel who he is even though my thoughts tell me I'm wrong and judge him.

I teleported next to him. He was sitting in a white plastic chair outside. There were no buildings around us. Just grass and hills. His mom appeared out of nowhere. She asked me if I could help placing chairs on the hills.
I agreed. She also told me they had to face them. The first chair fell back down. I tried again and this time it was stable.
His mom climbed up a hill to get something but she fell on her face. Her nose was broken, maybe even shattered.
I wanted to help but felt powerless and froze. I saw my ex-boyfriend rushing to her.

I appeared in my house. I saw a small folder with Twilight on it. The words were extremely black and easy to read. I actually read a few sentences. The odd thing about it is that nothing changed when I looked at it. The image was really stable. that's very unusual in my dreams.
I saw my brother looking at the tv. It was some kind of show with a girl who shattered her nose. A guy proved it by sticking his finger in her nose and being able to move it around in all directions.
I got irritated because I didn't understand why people enjoy watching something horrible like that.

I ran to the kitchen and immediately returned.
I told my grandma and grampa "if I ever break any bones, I don't want to go to a hospital because they cause ever more damage. I can heal myself"
They were shocked. My grandma said that I don't have a choice when it happens. I responded that I would write a note and keep it with me so if anything would happen, they could see that I didn't want them to 'fix' me.

The scene changed and the dream went to 3rd person perspective. I saw Kirsten Stewart. She dyed her hair blonde and was prom queen.
Her friends were angry because she acted really arrogant. They decided they wanted to teach her a lesson.

I am somewhere outside, I think I am cycling. I need to go to the toilet. Suddenly I see Charman's boys cycling outside. I start chatting with them and ask them if I can use their toilet. They sure agree and take me to their house. The toilet has kind of glass door, but one cannot see through completely... milky glass. I do what I do... but I cannot wipe my ass properly... hahahahaha.... I'm taking more and more paper... its taking loads of time. Then Henry comes to the door and tries to look through... calling on me.. why am I taking so long. Its really taking ages... so I decide to finish it at home. LOL

When i get home, I look for the toilet in "besidka" then I realise that its not there. I go to the place where the toilet is normally and finish the job! hahaha what a dram.

I find myself in a corridor of some building. There is some friend with me there. I notice girl lying on the floor. She is kind of busty, with dark hair. She has tight black jogging trousers. I have a feeling that we were supposed to have sex together. But kind of don't want to do it here. So I suggest to my friend that we take her to the lift and go to the top floor and do it there. Then some other guy with big belly appears. He wants to join. I start thinking how to get rid of him. There are two big goods lifts behind me. We put the girl in to one and jump in too... and go to the top floor. There is something going on with white trainers of that fat guy... I have them in my head and then throw them somewhere, I guess it has something to do with the plan to get rid of him. In the lift I realise that we sent the girl up in the other lift. When we get up there, she is not in the lift any more. But I know she went home. So I decided to go and visit here later.
She lives in a large block of flats area. It looks kind of industrial and still being built. No greenery and loads of dust everywhere.. I am getting in the building and finally I find her in her flat. She welcomes me. She is beautiful.

Sunday, Jan.1,2012

I'm shopping in the grocery store on H in NZ. I have a shopping cart thats taller than the other carts. I think it's ours, but I give it to another shopper anyway. Then I'm looking for my dad to ask him about it, but he left from the store and I can't find him. Finally I find him and mom in a pub on the corner.

Monday, Jan.2, 2012

I'm taking a shower in a huge open design apartment. The shower is right by the big glass window. I notice someone on the street looking, while trying to look innocent. So i drop to the floor and continue showering.
- I'm trying to get some kids to pick up the toys
- someone is offering me a taste of salad. he puts some vinegrette on it and I swear, I can taste it and I say I like it.

I went into a big swimming bath complex (one of my few dream signs) and there was a virus around. It infected people and the only real first symptoms were minor behavior changes and trying to infect other people (simply by being close to them, the virus spread through air). When fully infected those people would generally behave normal except for building big groups and staying together, as well as preventing anyone to leave the group. As I went inside I understood the situation but all possible ways to escape the building were too far away, however I was immune to the virus so I disguised myself as infected. I remember being on a high tower (20m) within the main room with all the water and someone of the group wanted to check me (probably if I was infected already), but I noticed she sent someone towards me and headed to her myself and made her believe I was a normal part of the infected group, afterwards I was looking towards the big windowed side of the building trying to figure out a way to get out.

Last night was okay in terms of recall, so for once I don't have to resort to posting my old dreams. None of these new ones are lucid. Without further ado let's delve into them:

Wind
There's a storm forecasted to come here soon IRL. So tonight I had a dream where I went outside and the winds were really blowing hard already. There was plenty of snow also, as opposed to real life where we haven't gotten much snow so far this winter. So the wind was blowing the snow in the air and the same shed, that almost burned up in the last night's "classic" suddenly blew snow with huge power within it. Yet I walked right into the blowing snow. My brother was around once again and he was like "whoa, dude" because of doing that.

I went back inside and I have no idea why I did that walking thing. Anyway, knowing that the storm had arrived I fully expected that the electricity will go out soon. In the last storm few days ago it was out for a night and the internet was out for full day. So I knew I had to hurry to write my 750 words on 750word.com, so I wouldn't again ruin my streak. I started writing but kept getting distracted.

Crazy Shit
Yeah, that's what I'd title this dream. I was "playing" a game that reminded Dungeon Keeper. Except that it wasn't a game, it was like real life and it was completely fucked up.

My opponent was this wizard guy. He kept creating kittens to fight for him. I know, fucked up. I guess they were meant to level up as they fought battles, I don't know. I took my kitchen knife and started slicing through the kittens. I know, that's brutal. Also doubled-up the fucked-upness.

In the end, I started striking the wizard with that lighting thing from Star Wars, I guess it's called Force Drain. But that was not enough. When I thrust my hips forward, laser beams shot out of my groin and exploded the wizards eyes. I swear I'm not making this up. I can come up with fucked up shit, but nothing near as fucked up as this.

So in the end I beat the wizard and won the battle.

The Cyclist
I was walking in some kind of a camping area. My mom was leading the way of some group. I was with them, but sort of walking on my own behind them. She went to some shack and told that some poor-ass cycling group vacated there.

Soon I was walking away from there alone. Some cyclist that apparently was late from the rest of his group cycled towards me. He was talking on the phone. As he passed me, the handle of the bike hit my shoulder and it hurt.

I got pissed of and told him to learn to drive that bicycle. The guy turned back to look at me and accidentally fell down a steep and deep ditch that was by the road.

I couldn't help but to rub it in the dude. I felt that his falling off there was karma, or something. I went by the ditch told him that he got what he deserved. As I was walking away from the ditch, the soft sand beneath me let off and I accidentally caused all the sand to slide on him. There was some mud as well with it. There was no way that looked like an accident and the guy was pissed. He got up covered in sand and mud and started chasing me.

I ran to my parents. God, what a pussy I am (it seems to shift a little bit in my dreams - sometimes I'm crazy brave, sometimes a total coward). I'm 23 for God's sake and I run to my parents when things go sour?

Anyway, at least that was a bit fun. That's all for last night. Gonna hit the hay soon.

Lucid || Commentary || Non-Lucid

I have had a multitude of dreams over the past few days, I just got lazy and didn't post them here . Oh well, I need to do better in the future

I was in my e-Commerce class on the first day back to school after the Winter Break, and everyone was trying to get their final project done, as it is due tomorrow. Talking to my friend John, this is how our conversation went:

Me: "So John, going to get some Capstone work done today?"
John: "Oh yea, I plan on talking to some people, eating, goofing off..."
Me: "Don't forget playing Tetris!"
John: "Yeah. THEN I'll get some work done."

At this point I got incredibly hungry, and opened up my lunchbox to see if I had any food. Unfortunately, I had packed sausage and vegetables to eat for lunch, and didn't pack any snacks. At this, I requested John to go find me some snacks, and handed him my lunchbox. In the end, he just took the contents out, appearing to want it for himself. "The nerve...," I muttered to myself. At this point, I got up and circled the room. As I was coming back to my seat, I tapped this girl on the shoulder then walked away quickly. She fell for it and looked in the direction I tapped her in. "I can't believe she fell for that," I said to myself. My teacher then asked me if I had finished my 3 'Burst Responses', which John said were 3 assignments on the rubric to be completed over the break. I replied yes.

At this point, a student named Maury came out of my Teacher's supply closet (this closet, in reality, is way too small to house a person in). My teacher asked him what he was doing in there, and he said students locked him in there, and sealed off the closet with huge strips of duck tape.

This was actually from Sunday, I just haven't uploaded it until now.

I was in a classroom, and everyone was having some kind of party. We each got a bagel but before we could eat it we had to cut around the edges so that it was perfectly round. I also had to bring one next class, so I was trying hard to remember.*

Then I went downstairs to my locker, and realized I had forgotten the combination. A girl next to me pointed to the principal's office. I thanked her and went in. There were three other kids looking at the long list (stack of papers) of combinations. Once I found mine (0, 0, 35?) I opened my locker, only to realize I didn't need to put anything in or take anything out.

I ran outside so that I wouldn't miss the bus. However, they weren't busses; they were trains. I boarded one, and looked outside the window. Some kid did a backflip and landed right on his neck, so they had to use our train as an ambulance. We had to wait for another train to come. This time I sat all the way in the front. The train was made of very light metal, almost like plastic.

Encounter with a Woman

I was in bed with a woman next to me. She was older, but sexy. Beside her on the other side of her was someone else, likely a man.

I started rubbing her back, nervous that she wouldn't like it, or that the person on the other side of her wouldn't like it. The woman ended up rolling over me to go to the bathroom.

She was wearing a white robe. As she rolled over, we were chest to chest. I was somehow able to feel her breast as she rolled over. It was not a bear cop, but I felt it better than if it were through a terry robe in waking life.

She went to the bathroom. After a minute, I went to the bathroom. As she came out, I wanted to spend a moment with her, but there were two kids that could possible see. I started to go through the bathroom door. I looked back and now there was a small hall with another door, so that we had privacy. In other words, she could pass through her door back to the bed room, and I could pass through the bathroom door, and go to the bathroom. Until then, we were both in this hall way type room.

After a moment, I realized we wanted each other. I held her, but then she said that she couldn't do it because it would affect the rest of her life.

The End
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The Butterfly

I was kicking a football around a yard. I kicked it kind of far, then there was a soccer ball. I tried to kick it to where I had kicked the football, but it went to the left. I went to retrieve the soccer ball and found a butterfly about twice the size of a Monarch. It was black with blue and yellow spots.

I called to my cousin N. to look at it. It was alive, but not well, or it couldn't fly because of the high winds There was an ant on one wing. I didn't want the ant to destroy her wing because I wanted to make jewelry out of it like a ring I had seen in waking life.

The End.

Poor sleep, not much recall.

1) I was with two other people, in a small box-like room, and one was instructing me how to squat press a weight. Other person was going after me I think...

I saw a man and knew he was 'a second Jesus'. He wanted to go to the top of a mountain. His friends were worried about him because lightning was going to strike at the same time he arrived. After he resurrected, I saw Jesus (not sure if it's the guy or actual Jesus) holding onto a rope under a spaceship. It pulled him upwards into space.

Dream 1
I was in the halls of the Chancellor's quarters in Coruscant. I was chasing someone or something through the halls, I might've had a lightsaber as I don't remember much but it was dark in the halls.


The person I was chasing could've been IG-88 all I know is that he had a staff. I shot lasers or he shot lasers at me. The laser were red.

I also remember going back to the beggining like it was a game. Twisted Metal or something. I looked out the door at one point it was night time, the city looked pretty nice though.

Dream 2
I was in my house and I has boxing gear on (headguards, gloves). I was talking to someone who resembled Shaquille O'Neal, we conversed about boxing and then started talking about weight classes. I said I was a welterweight and I couldn't spar him he went through the weight classes "Lightweight,welterweight,middleweight,heavyweight ,bigweight".

"Bigweight? I think you mean Super Heavyweight" I said.
"What?" then he said he could beat me up and he started punching me. I thought it was going to hurt loads becasue of his weight advantage.

We left the kitchen and went to the frontroom. Where we were to spar my coach told me to get in. But I only remember standing outside the "ring" (the space designated in the front room). I really should've RC'd.

My mother revealed to me that while I had been visiting her, she found my IUD in her house. Apparently, it had come dislodged and fallen out. She kept it for months, deliberately not telling me, so I'd give her grandchildren. I looked at myself and saw that indeed, I was pregnant. I yelled angrily at my mother, flabbergasted that she'd stoop so low. I asked her if she understood that I'd been drinking and doing drugs the past few months, unaware of her schemes, and that the baby would not be well. I screamed with despair, and the noise sounded like a baby's scream.

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The setting is a sterile, white, minimal, hermetically-sealed floor of a skyscraper. Small boys and girls, all aged around 10-14 and all blonde, live here, each in their own small room. They're overseen by adult minders and have never been outside of the building. One girl is curious about the outside and manages to leave. She finds she can fly. The building the children live in, she sees, is surrounded by nothing but high-rises in an endless dystopian cityscape.

The girl returns and develops a love of dragons. She orders (or I send her?) dragon toys from the internet, which appear in her sterile room in Amazon boxes.

The girl meets a boy, and eventually both escape. They end up at an art gallery with experimental electronica playing and a circus-like atmosphere. How should the story end, I wonder? Should they live happily ever after? No, the story should end in tragedy, I think. They should meet someone - maybe a tattooed lady? It's been done in Stranger in a Strange land, I remember.