non-lucid

03.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1: ( This is from 1/2/12, but I didn't want to make two posts in one day )

I took a late afternoon nap for this one.

I'm back in college station, and I'm headed to go back to my apartment, but I'm having trouble riding my bike.

I take a left and go straight and I jump with my bike onto some grass with a small chair that fell down sideways.


Dream 1: (This is 1/3/12)

Sasuke is coming out of the lake with Naruto, and they're as old as they are in Naruto Shippuden. Sasuke is wearing some weird looking outfit, it's like a mix of his samurai looking outfit when he first encountered Naruto and the new one where he fought and killed Danzo.



I was in spectator mode, and Sasuke's eyes were in Sharingan Mode all the time, probably to stop Naruto from counterattacking.

(But I thought Naruto, at least in sage mode, wouldn't fall for Sasuke's genjutsu, but then again I couldn't recall if Naruto was in Sage mode).

Anyway, Sasuke continues to hold Naruto by the arms and keeps moving forward. Then when all of us enter a room, there was some kind vine looking monster, like a tentacle arm. It tried to attack Sasuke, but no use.

Then some random bug that looks like a mini-praying Mantis appears (from this point on the dream recall goes to crap, but just for this dream, so I won't try to fill too many details).



Oh wait, nevermind, that's all I remembered for the dream hahaha. (Sorry, I honestly had more recall, but I didn't want to type it since the dream REALLY went random.

Dream 2:

Let me give you the mentality of this dream.

Spoiler for Just doing this in case...:

Imagine being a child, stuck in a small shed, you're barely surviving and soliders are trying to look for any survivors from the opposing country.

They have guns, while you have the defense of a paper hat (you're not really holding a paper hat mind you). So it's best not to make a sound right? Otherwise you go bye-bye.

(Sorry, when I wake up again from another dream, I'll probably regret this really vague sarcasm with the analogy, but it's the best I can do without boring you with long and fancy-smanchy words).

And when they come in your area, one goes into the shed, and you go bat shit crazy on him and start stabbing the guy and you laugh like crazy while the blood squirts all over your face and you enjoy every moment of it because your body is still recovering from the abnormal flow of adrenaline causing you to fight and become REALLY insane.

That's how scared I was below.

I was inside some random room, and it's pretty dark. (kind of like the description I provided in the spoiler about the mentality of this dream if you didn't read it beforehand)

I was calm at first, but then this really big DC in the dark slowly comes out of nowhere, and he was holding a weapon! Maybe an uzi or something, but I wouldn't have allowed it to try and kill me.



There's a machine gun (mini-sized,probably an Uzi as well) convienently placed on the floor. I grab it quickly and before I shoot, the moment was like when two people with swords get closer and closer and closer and make the final strike, and you see their faces up close and personal and BAM.



I was making some weird facial expressions out of fear, and shot the DC. I just kept shooting and shooting. After I killed it, I kind of go mentally insane (but I won't explain more on how I was going crazy).

Dream 3:

Spoiler for I'm serious, don't do it if you don't want to see.:

Spoiler for Are you sure you want to see me do weird things? o.o:

Spoiler for It's not that bad, but it's kind of disturbing for me....you can still click this to check:

WARNING: IF YOU LOVE JUSTIN BIEBER, PLEASE DO NOT LOOK AT THIS SECOND PART OF THE DREAM (I'll have a spoiler hiding it, but just wanted to tell you in advance).

Pure and simple dream here, I accidently stab someone who looks like Justin Bieber. I thought they would die, but after a while, they come back. He was giggling and tried to send some message that I'm trying to kill him.



I don't know why he didn't die, I stabbed him straight in the heart. I saw the blood pouring slowly, I even pushed the knife a little deeper.

Justin was smiling the whole time, I don't know why he wouldn't be scared or me just killing him, and him suddenly coming back to life. I keep trying to grab his arms because he's typing that I'm trying to kill him.

He is basically acting like a little child in the dream...he was opening the door that led to outside, but I quickly lock it back. Then I decided this guy just needs to die.

I get some weapon that looks like a curvy sword (like cutlass or machete), and completely push Justin to the ground and stabbed him in the heart horizontally.

(It was like the second to last sword on the right)


The weird part was that he was gone, and I was cutting off into 3 pieces a dried up heart.



I see the pieces fall and some weird stuff was in it. The insides looked like a 3D-display of organelles in an Animal Cell.



I think it's from me watching Justin's video on "Baby ft. Ludacris" on the DreamTube section of Dreamviews (which I really regret watching all ~3:45 minutes of it)

These dreams are starting to become TOO random...

And I didn't enjoy the last dream at all, I was still kind of freaked out from the one before it.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was with a big group of people. We were in an area that looked like the large reading room of the New York Public Library. But it was also something like a high school gymnasium. The group I was with was probably a church group, though it may have been part of a church-school.

I was up on a balcony level, crouched down or sitting down near the floor. There were a few other people up here with me, including a teacher, who sat behind me.

We looked down on the main area, where a lot of other people were. That area may have been floored with brownish gym mats. There may have been an occasional school desk. There were a decent amount of students down there. Everything felt kind of cluttered.

We had all been given a lesson by somebody who was probably speaking into a microphone from some pulpit at the other end of the room from those of us on the balcony. It was some lesson about Christian history.

We now had to do an in-class exercise based on the lesson. The exercise was some kind of role-playing game. I think we all had to imagine ourselves as some saint, who had been the subject of the lesson. We then had to imagine ourselves into the environment of the saint.

A classmate of mine, a boy maybe eleven or twelve years old, wanted me to come with him on the role-playing game. I was probably going to go along with him.

But my teacher, a pretty, blonde woman, yanked me back from the boy. She told me the boy was distracting me. The teacher told me I was going to come with her.

I looked behind the teacher to the area I knew we were going to: some kind of stage-like area on the left wall of the room, where there were other kids sat out on the floor with papers, studying or doing their lesson exercise.

I was now in some kind of hallway-like space with my teacher. The hallway was like an old, narrow, seldom-visited corridor in a natural history museum.

We sat on the floor -- actually, I think my teacher was laying on her stomach. My teacher had a book, some kind of history of poetry. She may have read some of it to me. She may then have asked me either to read some to her, or to give her a reaction to what she'd read. She handed me the book.

I could see that the text was about the seventeenth century British poet Abraham Cowley. But the pages looked like they were from some kind of illustrated Bible for kids. There was a drawing, almost coloring-book-style, of biblical mountains running across the top half of one set of pages.

I told my teacher a little bit of my own thoughts about Abraham Cowley. I liked him, and I thought it was unfair that he'd fallen into obscurity.

I then read the bottom lines of the left-hand page of the book. It mentioned how somebody in the eighteenth century had "single-handedly" rescued Cowley from oblivion. It took me a long time to read this. But I finally got the idea that the person referenced was Samuel Johnson.

My teacher was now slightly around the corner from me, and up on a very small platform, elevated about 20cm above the floor. I lay on my stomach and stared at a beautiful, Gothic-style, wood wall as I gave my teacher some of my own thoughts on Cowley.

It was hard for me to speak -- my brain was really groggy. But I said, "Well, you know, now that Cowley's rescued from oblivion, everybody thinks he's just great. But I don't think he's free from faults. I love his Mistress poem cycle. But his Odes are kind of flat, in my opinion."

i was on a boat. it was a nice sunny day. i wondered how many years has it been, since someone last cleaned the toilet there. there were traces of a woman, who probably lived there long ago.
we were in front of a big greenhouse. looked more like a church from glass, except there were trees and plans in it.
i was inside as a spectator. it was a big castle room, the people looked noble. one man with a beard came to another, much junger one while talking. he sturted choking him. when that didn´t work, he stabbed him with a stick or a knife and pushed him down. the others started kicking him.
the murderers were on a tropical island, having a barbeque party, no longer dressed nobly. one of the ghosts of 2 of their comrades, whom they probably killed on the way, wanted more cheese. he had big glasses.
meanwhile, the victim woke up (all bloody) and dissapeared.

With a broom in the right hand I jump in a deep ocean to swim to my friends which try to jump from the water surface to a flying platform. As I was under the platform I try to dive deeply so that I have enough bounce to reach the platform with my broom .

[Commentary]
As I dive I though that my art to dive is not physically correct, but I don't reliaze that I'm dreaming .

I was standing in a dark room in front of my aquarium (which i didnt have one at the time). An older man walked in who reminded me of Gandolf the Grey or Dumbledor......He and i was talking. He was telling me why i had to leave everything behind again. Even my fish. This saddened me. I wondered if my fish would die, or if someone would take care of them. I then poored the entire bottle of fish food into the tank. it was blue and white. it poored into the tank and formed into the shape of a type of coral. i woke up before leaving with the older man.

it was dark. i walked into a room with someone i was about to start kissing and snuggling with. i dont recall who it was. i woke up.

This dream is an early one and I don't remember it very well....

one part is that I am with some family and we go to a water park or so.
We buy to the dad a big kind of trophy made of turkish sugar.... it looks like two twisting walls and a bar in the middle. At one point, when they start to eat it, I tell them that I wanted to weigh it as I believe it had more than three kilograms. They somewhat argue with me.

Then we jump to the water.... I remember swimming under the water in the swimming pool.. it was pretty deep.

another scene is in the garage on my house. I have parked our car and there is some other guy somewhat interfering with it. My mum wants something from me. I think there is some key hassle or so.

I also remember going to a theatre that looks like the new building that is being build at UBS. I get there and there are two girls that I was supposed to watch the play with. I think it was The Lion King. But when I get there it is over. I suggest that we stay and watch another play, as they may play it again right after. But the stage is being all cleaned up and reorganised. Those girls say that this was the last time they played it. I don't feel very bad at all... I don't know why.

There was a bunch of people. Jessie, Morrigan, JR, Simon, my Mom and Gary. We was in a house together debating on how we would get somewhere. there was so many of us and we thought we would have to take multiple cars. then we decided to take a van. it was white. i awoke before ariving.

i was outside of a house that lookes similar to Steven's house. it was dark. i got on a mini motor bike and was showing off driving it around in the yard. then we all got into a vehical. i dont know what kind but it had at least 5 seats. we was on our way to a party. we drove for a while and arrived at a buiding with about 6 floors. we was looking for the room for the dance party was located. when walking into the room we thought it was it was a different group of people doing something else entirly. i dont recall what they was doing. i remember it was neat. i woke up.

there were several dreams but the two most important were those:

I go down the road near "stodola" towards the football pitch. There I see Lucie P sitting down. I think are supposed to meet up. I go there and I sit new to her. We started to talk and I ask her what she is up to, whats new, whats old. She looks good. Her body looks very firm. I know that I want to ask her somehow whether she has someone or not. I have some kind of sweets... it looks like little flowers and I offer her some. She says not at first. As I am eating... I pour some more on my palm... a bit too many.. so I gesture her so she stretches her palm so I can give her a few. She does so... but offering just finger tips... i make a gesture that somehow looks like i want to put them in her mouth... yet I just want her to open her palm. She looks at me kind of weird. I laugh a bit and tell her, that this is not what I meant.

Later I go t visit her to her hotel. There is some problem and when I get there none is responding on the door. I go down to the reception and the receptionist tells me that she has already checked out. There are keys (looking like my house keys) in the pigeon hole. I ask for the keys and go upstairs. As soon as I want to open the door, the door opens and she is there. She looks at me with that kind of look, as if she was waiting for me. She is leaning on the door frame and does all those seductive moves and looks. I go inside.

(at this point I wake up and try to re-enter the dream..... somewhat I did)

I had a dream about Andromeda (the series) where Dylan had a mission to escort someone on a planet. Seamus Zelazny Harper and someone else (another unknown engineer) were facing a special threat meanwhile, someone who had a lot of different people in his matrix. Actually Harper nearly died some years ago in an accident but this dude probably killed him himself while Harper was resting, uploaded him into his matrix and replicated a Harper to infiltrate the crew. Harper however managed to understand the Situation at some point and programmed a virus inside of his mind, and uploaded that virus into the dude during that mission. Thus he was able to take him over and sort of get himself resurrected. On the same Planet there was a spot of space (distorted physical laws) where Beka was fighting some sort of huge technical Pyramid with the Maru. Harper used his new (pretty advanced) space-proof body to save Beka out of space after the Maru got destroyed in a fight during the same mission.

I got aggravated at some chick and beat her up. then i walked down the alley way. there was a silouet of a small guy walking in the alley way next to me. at a cross road. i ran up to see who it was and it was a midget. then another guy came out of nowhere and started talking to the midget. he told the midget that he wasnt supposed to be there. some time after that i got into a car with a guy driver and jessie. she told me it was her that i had beat up. this statement shocked me. i told her that i was sorry and that i didnt know it was her. i gave her a hug from the back seat. she was in the passanger side. i left the company of mystery driver guy and jessie. i ended up with a group of people. we were caught by an unknown enemy and i had escaped. then i was on an air balloon like a zeplin. we was leading a raid on that same enemy that caught me and that group of people. there was a wire connecting our balloon to an airship. the woman in front of me grabbed what appeared to be a news paper in a roll. she placed it over the wire and grabbed on to each end and leaped off graffeling to the airship. every one followed suit and so did i. we got down and went into a door. we went in and shut something down like a computer....and took something. i woke up.

I was with a group of people. My mom and JR are who i recall specifically being there. My mother requested i come with her. I told her i needed to get something before i left but when i entered the room to get it i forgot what it was i came to get. then i left with my mom and exited the building threw the front door to a bright sunny day. you could see a small town. there was a bridge that connected the land i was on to the other side where the town was because of a canyon. the buildings where the same color as the earth. we crossed the bridge. went in to town. i turned around to see the building i had came out of. it was a tower. the same color as the rest of the town but singled out on its lone plateau. i woke up sometime after that.

01/02/12

Note: It is my New Year resolution that I will make a daily entry in this journal whether or not I have a sensical dream, even if it is only to post an entry saying I didn't have any dreams… I need to get back in the habit of posting regularly and hopefully back in the habit of lucid dreaming, since I have been having some serious problems with that lately. So to get started…

Cultists On Ice
I am with my friend Alicia and we are talking about what we are going to do tomorrow. She says she won't be available as she is going to an ice rink to volunteer her time helping with the senior skate. She doesn't go into much detail. For some reason I don't want to come right out and say I want to come, so I instead hint about it a lot. I drop some very obvious hints. It is clear she is getting the hints, she just doesn't want me to come. Why? I am a bit annoyed by this situation, and we part ways. I go home to bed, as it is getting late.

My alarm goes off here, waking me in bed. I hit snooze and fall back asleep…

I sit up in bed and look at the clock. It is so early, several hours before I normally get up. Why is my alarm wrong? I am not sleepy, so I get out of bed. I think I'll go check out the event Alicia is volunteering in whether she wants me to or not. I go to the skating rink and go inside to see what is happening. There is a special skating session going on for senior citizens, specifically incontinent ones. A volunteer has to follow each skater around and clean up any messes they leave behind. Um… yuck… ever heard of adult diapers? I sign up to see if I can find Alicia. I follow an elderly woman around as she skates until she finally has an accident and leaves a puddle of urine behind her. She seems not to notice she just peed.

I leave the rink to get some supplies. I find a group of people in red cloaks talking, they are all wearing a strange symbol around their necks. They are talking in a strange language. I immediately get the idea they are members of a cult. Alicia is involved with a cult? I have to find Alicia and tell her what is going on here, I just hope she won't be too annoyed that I followed her here. I get out of sight of the cultest before they see me. I watch them for a bit longer and I see them all putting on skates. They head out to the ice to perform some kind of weird ritual that is done in ice skates and on the ice, right in front of everyone with no one being the wiser. One of them slips in the puddle of urine I was supposed to clean up and goes down with a stream of expletives that makes the elderly people on the ice gasp.

Last night didn't produce anything special dreamwise again. I remembered some fragments, but not enough to merit a proper entry here. So instead we are going to delve into another "classic".

Jakro "Classics" II: Weird Mansion and It's Angry Owner
Date: January 9th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was keeping a fire in the fireplace, but for some reason I somehow removed the burning contents of the fireplace and took them with me outside, next to the shed where we keep our firewood. It was winter and I took the fading fire and placed it onto the snow. Like I said I have no idea how I transported the fire from within the fireplace to outside, nor I know why I did it. The fire wasn't burning very brightly, so I poked the wood a bit to make more space for it to take air - it worked as some old wooden door that was beneath the fire burst into flames like I'd poured gas in it.

This was the time when I realized that it probably isn't the smartest thing to burn wood next to the shed. If it would have caught fire, that would have been catastrophic. The fire did indeed spread to the wood that was inside the shed. I panicked a bit but managed to put down the fire. The fire was out, but I was still nervous in case there was some smoldering.

I switched back inside the house all the sudden. There was my brother and some random buddies of him. I felt like I knew them, even though afterwards I had no idea who they were. My brother gave me his phone, so that I could call our sister to watch the shed in case there's still something smoldering.

For some reason I called my brother's number, which is odd considering I was using his phone! Funny enough, some unknown dude actually answered the phone. There is no mention of the contents of the call, so I take it I didn't move forward much in that discussion. I forgot about the shed as there was a bigger problem.

The group - me, brother and the other guys - weren't in our house at all. It was some kind of strange mansion, and we were lost there. We didn't know how we had ended up there, but we wanted to get away. We were in some kind of dining hall. There were stairs up, but they were collapsed on the upper end. The upper level wasn't that high anyway. On that upper level there were stairs even further upwards. Couple of the other guys planned to get to that upper level by climbing the stairs to as high as they go and then jumping to the upper platform. It was feasible, as the platform was just about within jumping range.

I took the lead and was first to try the jump. I managed to grab onto the edge edge of the platform with my arms, but then the platform collapsed under my weight. The fall wasn't long and I didn't hurt myself, but the other guys were a bit pissed about the fact that there was no way upwards anymore.

In fact, the others succumbed into despair. They talked pure crazy-talk that we are going to starve there as we were stuck. WTF? We were in a mansion, and in a dining hall no less. You'd think there were some food nearby, even more importantly, you'd think someone actually lives there! I wasn't really concerned about starving to death.

I rallied the rest of the bunch and we started to search for a alternative routes away from there. In some room to the side of dining hall we met a little girl. I asked whether there was any other way out except that broken stairway. The girl then asked us to come with her. She took us to a balcony that was high on the house's side, but it had a stairway going down! We had managed to get out.

Not so fast. We were just about to go to the balcony when we bumped into the owner of the mansion. Instantly I was afraid of him - he just seemed to emit this vibe of pure hateful energy. Like he was about to snap at any moment. The worse thing was that he was actually carrying a rifle when he came to us. It was some old-fashioned rifle that was probably at least a couple hundred years old. I remember the gun in vivid detail - it was beautifully decorated throughout, both it's metal and wooden parts. It must have been expensive.

I don't remember exactly what the guy said, but his message was basically this: "I'm glad you are coming out, otherwise I would have had to kill you." Jesus Christ. This guy is a madman, but I figured that out at first sighting.

We were leaving. Somehow I knew that my dad was on his way to come to pick me up from there. I tried to spark up some conversation with the guy in the meantime, just to keep his occupied so that he doesn't get any ideas about torturing and murdering us. He seemed like a that kind of guy. I was about to compliment him about his nice gun, but I never get to that, as he pulled out a dull and bent butterknife.

Yeah. This was the kind of guy that was even more scary when wielding a dull and bent butterknife. He could fuck me up with that. I had no doubts in my mind of that. I tried to defuse the situation by saying assertively "Do not point that butterknife at me!", but instead that actually blew out the situation. Wrong move.

The guy went absolutely nuts. He started shouting that I won't tell him what he can or can't do. I was terrified. "This is it, my life's going to end. Fucked up with a butterknife by some madman."

Finally he snapped fully and started coming towards me. I tried to survive by starting to run away. I ran the stairs down with the guy chasing me down.

Lucky for me, just as I was on the ground level, my dad's car emerged from the road. He stopped his car some way from me and I ran to get on board. I was barely in when I screamed at my dad to step on it. I guess he saw the guy that was coming after me as he quickly obliged.

But I couldn't get the door closed as the lunatic managed to just cut in. Car was already moving and he had to run along to keep up. The madman and I struggled a bit at the door before we finally managed to shrug him off.

Some way away my it was my dad's turn to snap. I was explaining what happened and my dad got so angry, that he made an U-turn and started accelerating back towards the madman's mansion. I presumed that he was going to try to run over the madman. Wow, I didn't know my dad could get so upset over something that he would cold-bloodedly try to kill someone - even if the madman totally deserves it.

Anyway, I was still scared to death. I managed to convince my dad to turn back away as I told him, that the lunatic had a rifle. It was lucky that my dad listened to me.

We drove away from the mansion and had succeeded to escape. My brother and the rest of the crew were forgotten by now, like they never even existed. I guess the managed themselves. Nonetheless this was an uncharacteristically happy ending for a nightmare.