non-lucid

Once again I was unable to journal when I woke up this morning. I had a lot of dreams last night, but I can't remember so much of them.

Food

I am in a big building, which I think is my former college. I go to a little cafe to buy some supper. I get a pizza or something. It seems to be a big decision.

More food

My family and I are somewhere, in a hotel or something. My parents want to buy a trailer/camper. They spend a lot of money on something, and we go to check it out. It turns out that what they buy is a little box, or a microwave, or something like that. Meanwhile, we look at a girl's pickup truck. The paint job on the pickup truck is weird, and has a strange texture that looks really weird close up.

We go to a tire store. In this store, there are cookies for sale. The cookies look really good to me, so I pick a few up. We go to check out, and the person behind the counter starts to add up the total. With each cookie (I only bought about 4) the price gets higher. The total comes to about $30, at least. It may even be more like $100. I get a little annoyed, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the money, so I leave the cookies at the counter until I can come back with it.

I'm in a lake with a few people who look like they're dressed up like Storm Cloaks. The water is really muddy at the shallow end where we're at, and we're about to head out and kills some people. Someone warns us that the enemy is near by, and we all duck underwater and start swimming to our objective. I notice that I have scuba gear, but no mask and decide to take a few breaths.

I don't think anyone else has this stuff, and it seems weird, but not noticeable at the moment. We reach our destination, and there are a few people in the lake... for who knows what, but we all pop out of the water at the same time for a surprise attack. My group has all the people in dispatched, and I'm the one who is running around killing each one of them. I have this curved blade, knife in length and I'm going to work with it. The knife is very thin so I have to make sure that I'm holding it horizontal to get between the ribs. Each strike, I can feel the blade rip through all the layers of tissue and give way once it enters the lungs.

I remember one person didn't die right away on my account, so I had to stab her again, and I told her to accept deaths cold embrace. And just then, I heard a voice in my head claiming she was the goddess of death. We had this conversation about everything that was going on...and I think I made a few jokes with her, but at the same time I started getting a little scared. The whole killing people, while talking to her, thing was getting really weird. Once I finished my handy work, I headed on shore, and started looking for her. There was a parking lot full of vehicles, and I kept holding the conversation while searching the area.

Finally I came across this one guy who was at my computer class, he was talking into a mic and sounding like her. I still don't know how he was making that voice in my head though.....so weird.

Cay's Dream

Azra, two guys my age or younger, and another girl with longish black hair were holed up in my house in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. We tried not to go outside too much. I carried a gun at all times. At one point the two guys decided to troop off in search of supplies and I didn't see them for the rest of the dream. I got shot by the strange girl after coming around a corner and surprising her. "I used to be a zombie slayer, but then I took a bullet to the knee," I growled, prying the thing out with needlenose pliers.

These few dreams were pretty interesting. I feel like my recall is starting to maintain consistency.

Space Battle
This was the shortest one. It started with only a few ships exploring a red nebula and ended up with them firing at each other. The details of the ships are hard to remember, but all I know is that it was short.

Space Colony
I think this one might be connected with and with a future dream in some way. It starts off as a mutual program set up between the United States, England, the USSR, and China to create a space colony on some planet. They send only a few people to test how the colony would work out in an effort to determine whether or not it will be a profitable venture. At this point, I'm not sure if I'm a person, or a ghost watching things unfold. Nevertheless, as things continued, the colonists began to create factions against each other. When accidents would occur, people would point the finger at others as a result of different political philosophies being forced in one area. It got to the point where the people from the US suspected the Chinese and USSR were spies sent to steal American technology. In all actuality though, I'm surprised I even dreamed about this in the first place since it was so coherent. Sadly, I don't know how it all ended.

Ancient Caverns
The only thing that stuck out in this one, was the setting in some cavern. There were two sides, in between there was a deep chasm that looked as though it went on forever. I remember jumping across it and landing on some sort of stone floor with designs carved into it. Though, I don't remember how I got there, or what I was supposed to be doing.

English Class
I was in my English class, except, the class was in a place that looked like my room. There were tables instead of desks that we sat at and the bell had yet to ring. A few of my classmates walked in and we all began chatting with the teacher. As we kept talking, he decided to scrap the journal prompt in favor for a new one for no reason. He then told me he couldn't get the idea out and needed help. So as I threw out some thoughts about my first dream as he began writing them on the whiteboard behind me. As I checked the time though, I noticed it was almost time to get out. Nevertheless, the teacher told us that we had enough time to write it out. He then moved to another whiteboard and drew a few different groups that we would center our story around. The prompt had us write a story on what it would be like to live in a space colony involving a certain political system. The first group was called the "T" group. Two people were assigned to it meaning they could write about whatever they felt like. Then there was the "Corrupt Authoritarian" group, which I and a few others were assigned to where we had to write about life under corrupt authoritarian rule. The last group was naturally the "Democracy" group that everyone else was assigned to.

The Story
For the sake of organization, I've split it into two sections even though they are apart of the same dream. So as I was writing in my journal, strange things began to happen. For one, I could read the texts, but made the dream unstable I think. Because after I read what wrote, the scene began to change around me as if it was teleporting me into the story. But when I wrote a couple lines I didn't like and erased them, I was teleported back into the pseudo-classroom. The first paragraph was about a man who woke up, lived, and felt, the same things everyday. It talked about the repetition in his life and lack of economic opportunities that caused him to be apathetic towards everything around him. The second and third paragraph talked about how he was making his way out of his house, however, at that time I was still in the classroom and I checked the time once again. It was dangerously close to ringing. What's frustrating is that the clock maintained it's consistency. Though, if I studied it longer, I'm sure I would have found something off.

Nevertheless, I continued to write, but soon the dream engulfed me into the story. As the man was leaving his bland block-housing, another person, a women, left with him at the same time. They didn't acknowledge each other and waited for a while for some guards. Since it was about authoritarianism, the guards had to escort them back and forth as to make sure they run or something. I remember the guards were dressed in blue and wore helmets with black visors. The two guards walked side-by-side with the two people and began to head downhill with them. The got to a clearing were some fight was occurring between guards and a local rebel group. There was also a special agent among the guards, but it ended badly for her. She was grabbed and tossed off a long cliff where her entire body scrapped across the coarse rocks. But in a twist, she was actually an android, and she hobbled to some government base to get fixed up. And that's where the dream ends.

Dream Journal
*Phew!* Almost done. This one was real short. I was sitting some place at school during lunch when a friend of mine approached me and saw that I was writing in a journal. She asked what I was doing, and I told her I was recalling this dream that had occurred that previous night. As I looked and wrote in the journal, I remember having two columns, but I don't remember what was in them. I had some weird conversation with my friend, but everything just kinda fades from there.

Conclusion
I think I'd have to say these dreams have been the most convoluted connect dreams I've had this year. Still though, I think it's good that lucid dreaming is starting to leech into my dreams. So it's really just a matter of doing those reality checks and hammering down awareness and recall. It's pretty interesting the creative stories our brains can come up with when we dream. Happy dreaming!

There was some sort of game/competition going on in this dirty underground place with a lot of trains, which involved hanging onto the side of a train as it moved and seeing where it went. It was like a maze, and whoever found a certain point first won. Hanging onto the trains felt dangerous, and I was afraid of hitting something, but I eventually made it to the end. Someone mentioned Matt Engarde.

It may have been inspired by a game of Crossfire I played last night where I was in a place with trains.

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

I was at school, and everyone was gathered in the cafeteria. There were criminals holding the school for ransom. It was gloomy outside, dark rainclouds were gathered above the school, but withholding their rain.

At some point a layer of roof slid away, revealing another identical layer, but with a bomb attached to it. Somehow, I went up to the ceiling twenty feet above me to examine it. Nobody cared. It was all black; even the wires. The actual bomb was just a black, rectangular box. I went back down. Still, nobody cared.

One teacher that I vaguely remember seeing ever so often in the hallway approached me. I can't remember anything about them.

He or she said something along the lines of, "Sneak outside, and alert a super-assassin-marine-with-amazing-skills about whats going on. And take these guns." He or she gave me five different types of guns. I noticed in them an SMG and a sniper longer than I was tall, for some reason decorated with desert camouflage. I managed to take them all, and casually went out the cafeteria door, carrying them with me. The marine-soldier-mabob was leaning against the corner of the cafeteria, equally casually. He was also, for some reason, wearing desert camo. I helped him get his gear on, and as I was doing this, I realized with amusement that the sniper was taller than him, too. I wondered why he would need a sniper.

Once we were done with that, he went back in. I Took shelter behind a random pile of rubble I found. I saw students and administrators looking through the window at me with confusion. I gestured for them to be quiet. After a while, the door opened, and the criminals, I saw, were put into potato sacks, two to a bag, and had to hop out with the marine thingamadoodad. They still didn't seem to care, and were glad to hop out. Then everybody lived happily ever after, the end.

So I'm talking to these Dominican chicks about music, and they bring up some artist...that sings a song, and I decide to look up who sings it. After several minutes of searching, the groups name turns out to be "Dominican Republic". Obvious laughing and teasing ensued.

I had a pet cougar, and it had to be maybe a few months old, and I was trying to teach it how to be more passive. Around me, it would be okay, but sometimes whenever it did things, it would let those claws out. Around other people, it was pretty aggressive. Anyways, I was missing my pet dinosaur, and D was asking me about it. I told him that it was still small, and I had it for a while. I think we discussed moralities of having one.

Finally we found it in my front yard, and he was asking about how big it gets when it's old. I told him i had no idea, but I'm assuming they used some sort of growth regulation for them. It's been a while since I've been around it, so it's totally feral at the moment and things just seem too quiet.

All of a sudden a 20 foot tall Dilophosaurus walks up to the drive way, expands it's hood (and obviously I'm running at another direction while tons of dc's are just standing there looking) and spits at the crow. Most of the crowd starts screaming and runs in the exact opposite direction I was running, and they get eaten off by another Dilo that was ready to flank them. They have excellent foot speed, and I know that it's either they're going get to me, so I decide to give them one hell of a fight before I died.

When I got to the back yard, I saw a couple of huge boomerangs that I quickly picked up. I stopped running because my back yard leads to a big open field, and I know that it's going to be game over when I get there. I turn around and there's a smaller dinosaur about might height coming at me. I quickly threw the boomerang at him and it staggered him a bit. It returned on the ground next to me, and I ran and picked it up and threw it again. This time it was too high. The boomerang twirled above it's head for a few seconds and returned. Just then the dinosaur kept creeping up and all of a sudden, it caught about three arrows to the chest.

I looked over, and there was this guy in a cosplay Link outfit. Amused and relieved, we headed back towards the area where the crowd went. Completely owning anything in our path. I was using the boomerang as more of a sickle if anything, and I saw a bow and arrow on the ground, but I told Link to ammo up. I just had a feeling we'd come across a sword or pole I could use against them.

The dream ended there, but I woke up wondering what happened to my pet cougar.

Windhover's Dream


dream 1 - I'm on a bus that is hanging on a cliff just like in the picture; Uncharted 2!(the dream wasnt about uncharted 2...) I feel anxious and climb up to the top to escape.
a guy attacks me for some reason and I punch him. this dream is kinda foggy, although it was very vivid in sense and sight; I remember jotting the numbers down on a piece of paper.

dream 2 - I am on DV checking synchs. some people dreamed about running away or having fear...

dream 3 - I'm flying a parachute. near me there is a family flying a parachute too, but the seat is like a long bench... weird... I land on the grass field and watch the family landing. there is a huge electric wire towers and the family almost got stuck on them.
I walk over to the grass field and see kids playing around at a playground. there are some adults who keep the playground. I suddenly realize that I've to go back home to see my family, so I turn back and go. this one kid kinda distracts on my way. but I follow him, climbing up the stairs, then slide down on the slide,....oh wait, on my way I remember someone going with me. he has a small white dog and when we passed a little house with the brown dog tied to a pole. he is resting in his dog house and the white dog comes to him, being cheerful. the brown dog greets him awkwardly. I think that the brown dog is lonely so he must be happy to see another dog, but I feel sad because we have to go. anwyay I finally get home and greet my sisters and mom, crying (I dont have a sister IRL.) I try to change clothes in my room.

dream 4 - I'm in a huge game room. I get out and I'm at some kind of big room in the white building? there were many people. this one Asian woman (she resembled a lot like my English teacher-.-) tries to have fight with me, and I'm sorta scared. she is wearing box gloves... anway she uses Tae Kwon Do to defeat me, and I block her kick and try to punch her. at first 2 rounds I collapse on the floor, then on the 3rd round, I block her kick again and......kick her very important body part between her legs. (am I remembering it right?) she gets very painful, but I'm still pissed off for some reason...

12/11/11

NON-LUCID
LUCID

My mother was telling me how my father was taking 8PM and 9PM classes, and asked if I was studying as well. I opened my book really quick before she came into my room, and she gave me that cold stare that said “You better study.”

Reading her facial expression, I turned a few pages to pretend like I was studying, and I was pretty scared at the moment at my mother’s sudden spontaneity of anger. The setting was probably around early morning (probably because I’m dreaming at around 5:30ish AM or so), and I needed more light in the room.

I turn on the switch, the fan was on, but the light didn’t turn on. I reached over to screw in the casing that covers the light bulb, nothing works.

Then I was like “Wait a second.” I did a Nose RC, and became lucid.



From that moment, there was so much freaking rage within my body because I let some random Dream Character get the best of me.

The rage was so small, but soooooo intense, that I thought I was going to rip someone's head of.



But before I got too pumped up with adrenaline, I pretended I was sane and came out of my room. I saw the Dream Character, who is brushing her teeth at the moment (while sitting on a couch).

She’s still looking at me with that cold stare, I decided to come up to her and just slap her silly with rage.

Then I woke up.

Dream Count: 0
DILDs: 0 , WILDs: 0 , MILDs: 0 , APs: 0

Notes:
No dream recall tonight, I tried a different method. Staying up until my eyes were heavy then doing a MILD and hopefully going into a DILD. Turns out that may not be my way of going, I guess I will sleep normally the next night.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some large area like a high school gym or an assembly hall. The place was unlit, but there was natural light coming in through some windows high up on the walls. The hall was filled with folding chairs, arranged in two aisles of seats.

I was toward the back of the seats, maybe even standing a few meters behind the back row. The seats seemed to lose their order toward the back, and may just have been scattered all over the place.

Up at the front, people had been giving presentations. There were two presentations. Each presentation was given by two people. I don't remember the first presentation.

The second presentation was about the psychology of Carl Jung. The first person gave some kind of theoretical or philosophical overview of Jung's psychology. The second person then, apparently, acted as if he were Jung, though he seemed to be acting more like Sigmund Freud.

This presentation was now over. Everybody stood up(including me? - I guess I had been sitting, now) to leave. I seemed to be eager to leave. But now someone called for me. The person said that I still had to do my presentation, which was about Freud.

I realized I had been hoping to get away without having to do my presentation. But now that it turned out I'd have to do it after all, I was actually kind of looking forward to doing it.

Dream #2

I was in some gigantic, empty structure. It was like a parking garage: just an empty, dark structure with no walls. There were no lights in the structure. I was on the second floor, which was the top floor.

The structure looked out on a big, wooden ship. The day was grey and the waters the ship was in were getting rougher and rougher.

Now a lot of people were getting onto the ship. I was something like the ship's captain -- a tall, kind of big and strong man with a long, red-brown beard.

Another man told me that perhaps we shouldn't go out to sea today. The weather was looking worse and worse.

I didn't know whether to agree with the man. It seemed like all the people getting onto the ship -- a bunch of rich-looking men and women (mostly women, I think), dressed in nineteenth-century-style suits and dresses -- were still really looking forward to the trip.

But now I was flying down, from the top of the structure, toward the ship. I could see that the ship had two levels to it. Both of these levels could be seen through the sides of the ship. In fact, there was no protection at all in these levels, and that's where the passengers would be during the trip. I now even watched as a huge wave of water poured all the way through the levels.

I knew this was trouble. But I still thought I could get the passengers on the ship and take the trip. Perhaps we'd all have to stay on the top level. But then, perhaps, the waters would clear up, and we'd be fine.

Everybody was still loading onto the ship. But now I flew over the ship's deck. I now saw that the slate-grey waters were swelling up almost to the very deck of the ship. I realized now that there was no way we could go anywhere. I decided to get the passengers off the ship.

A terrible storm had come and passed. I was now in the water with the man who had been warning me against putting the ship to sea. I'm pretty sure that all the passengers had been evacuated from the ship before the storm. But the ship itself had been sunk. The man and I were in the water, looking for the ship.

It was black night, and the man and I were taking turns diving under water to look for the ship. Eventually the man seemed to come up with what looked to me like shattered fragments of the ship. I was sure this meant the ship was somewhere below us.

Now I dived under the water -- or, rather, someone dived under the water whose viewpoint I had, though "I" was still above the water. As I saw from this other person's viewpoint, "I" myself was still wondering whether I should dive under the water.

I wondered how I would be able to see under the water. The person whose viewpoint I saw now had goggles and was wearing a scuba-diving suit. He also had a flashlight attached to his head. It shone just enough for him to see a couple meters in front of him.

The man (or I?) came upon stacks and stacks of beige, plastic cubes that almost looked like small stepping-blocks. These were apparently the basic elements that had made up the ship. The pieces were cluttered all over, almost like stacks of boxes. I knew that this meant the ship was here.

I surfaced. Now that we knew where the ship was, I thought, we would simply pull it up, and everything would be fine.

But I had surfaced into a gigantic, dark room. My headlight was still shining, I think. A few other people were also in this huge room. They probably had lights shining near them as well.

I waded in the water and looked around me. Jutting up out of the water were shattered pieces of the ship. Some of the pieces looked like the ship. Other pieces simply looked like wooden boxes or the plastic stepping-blocks. Some people were wading in the water. Others were sitting on the ship fragments.

Dream #3

I walked into "my mom's house." I came in on the first floor, through some kind of back door. The entire floor was charred, like a fire had hit it. But this seemed normal to me.

I saw a book of mine on a little counter-like space at the head of a stairwell to a basement. It was a white paperback book with red-pink lettering. It may have been a horror novel. I knew that there was a computer (perfectly fine) on a charred table a "room" over. The "rooms" were hardly rooms -- the walls had been almost completely burnt away.

I walked toward the table with the computer. My plan was to get on the internet and look at some kind of entertainment thing for a while.

But I had to walk quietly. My mom was downstairs with a few other family members. I didn't want them to hear me. I had lost my job. I was coming home really early in the afternoon. I knew if I was too loud and too obviously on the internet, my mom would wonder why I was home, and why I was wasting my time on the internet.

I heard a few of my footsteps creaking across the weak floor. I knew that I wasn't going to get through the house unnoticed. So I figured I'd just go down into the basement, let my mom know I was home, and let her know I'd lost my job.

Dream #4

I may have been looking at a website like YouTube. I had chosen a music video called "Freud Limp" from a list of video.

The video first began with some kind of Pampers diapers advertisement from the 1970s. A couple of little kids were in a place like a doctor's office with their mother. The kids all ran to a bookshelf on the left side of the room and began grabbing huge boxes of Pampers diapers off the shelves.

The music video now began. It also seemed to take place in a doctor's office. The view was of the waiting room of the office. The area was kind of small, lit with natural light and pale, fluorescent light.

There was a reception window on the right wall, possibly with an adjacent counter, which was lower than waist height, running along the back area. Behind the low counter was a wall of shelves of manila file folders holding patients' records.

As the song began, the main singer, perhaps a British man, bald, pale, kind of tough looking, was carted out with a woman and maybe two babies, on something that looked like a mix between a car for a really fast roller coaster and a grocery cart full of baby supplies.

The man sat at the back. The woman sat at the front, facing the man. The babies sat in the middle, huddled in between all the bay supplies. The man's and woman's seats may themselves had looked like car seats for little babies.

I heard the song very distinctly, and I can recall the melody. There were two verses. The first verse ended with some statement about the man seeing a smile on the woman's face and knowing that, despite all the uncaring stuff she'd said in the first part of the verse, that she really did care.

The second verse went something like:

"Sometimes I want to get away,
I want to get away, I try to get away.
But when I finally get away..."

I remember being on a factory's land. I looked upon where it was supposed to stand; only to find bits of charred rubble, blackened debris, and scorched grass. I wonder what had happened here. All of a sudden, I heard people's voices call out from down below. Like in the ground. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but they were probably calling for help. I heard the voices the strongest under a pile of burned debris, but I couldn't lift it. For some reason I just walked off.

I came to a restaurant parking lot. The restaurant was quite open; it didn't have a door, just a very large archway leading into the building. I walked inside and saw a large buffet that lined the left wall. Beyond that, ahead of me, was another large archway that lead to where people were sitting down, eating. I looked on in awe, because I was hungry.

Suddenly, my mom appeared beside me. I don't know why. She was just there. I think she came to eat, or she heard about the factory explosion and was worried about me being out there all alone.

We walked back to the site of the explosion and heard the voices again. We just didn't know what to do. No one knew how the explosion was caused. As I moved toward the right to get a good view of the site, I accidentally hit a pail, causing a nearby ladder to wobble in its standing position. It was weird; these ladders and pails that were all holding something together.

I was at home, but the house isn't as similar. My sister was frying salted fish; it was smoky inside the kitchen, and the rest of the house. Blur. I slept. I woke up, seeing the same view I saw before I fell asleep. I was in bed. It was a weekday, early in the morning. We had school (me, my sis, and my bro). My sister said it was good she cooked enough last night to last 'til breakfast.

I can't remember much about the events in my dreams lately, so I will just put out words and phrase clouds:
Bloody hands. A long sword. Two swordsmen fighting. A murderer uncaught wanders about. Someone's arms were cut-off. Bleeding. A dead body covered in blood. Screaming. Fear. Dark. Snakes and apes. A theater-like stage with red curtains and yellow spotlights. A grey rabbit mascot. Shy. Sing. Choir. Red chairs in the auditorium.

thebeastofold's Dream


lost in maze, fighting ballerina

i dont remember much of this dream i did a WBTB, i woke up with an awful headache, but...

i was wandering around a maze made entirely of doors, i kept wandering aimlessly until finally i came to a dead end with a huge double doors...i tried to approach the doors and a ballerina fell out of nowhereand started dancing infront of me, every time i treid to go around her she blocked my way, even kicking me a couple times, so i started trying to jump over her, spin around her, even tried to dance with her thinking i could get her turned around so i could escape etc but nothing worked, i finally got frustrated and turned to walk away and all of a sudden i founsd myself hanging upside down with my head barely touching the floor...woke up...

- I was talking to N about going camping. He said he didn't really like it and I was saying how you could 'look up and see a billion stars'. We decided we should go somewhere with cabins.


- Someone accidentally lit an off-white couch on fire and some people and I were trying to put it out. It was confined to one cushion along the back, and it seemed to be more of a slight inconvenience to us than a big problem. My mom was there, and she had the brilliant idea of "airing out the fire" which was apparently what you would do if there was a fire in your oven, and meant opening a door which was suddenly there and more oxygen would get to the fire and put it out. It..didn't work. I tried blowing on it, but it only made it spread a bit more. Finally she asked me in an annoyed tone to go get a glass of water from the kitchen to put it out.

I took my time going to the cupboard and choosing the biggest glass, but when I picked it up I realized it was full of wine. I went to the sink to empty it, rinse it out and then fill it with water. There was a man washing dishes in the sink, and it seemed very melancholy somehow.

Eventually the fire was put out, not with water, but with Vaseline. This also required everyone to take their shirts off for some reason. Afterwards I sat on the couch with N for a while. I felt kind of awkward because my mom was sitting a couple feet away, but she was watching something on her phone and didn't say anything.