non-lucid

whiterains dream

very intense drema slast night but pretty poor memory today. the min bit i remember was being back in college in halls. thee was a bit of a fight and these 2 big lads went crashing through this upstairs window, not breaking it but knocking it out of the frame. they fell the 6 metres or so down. i later heard they were both stable but one was still unconscious.

then i was back in halls trying to hide from something. i went to hide in someones room, and they turned into this character from fresh meat who is a little like someone i lived near in college. he was being odd so i made my apologies and left. damn memory, more later perhaps

I ate some peanut butter last night before bed, for the tryptophan content. I also took about 75mg of vitamin b-6, hoping to convert some of that tryptophan to serotonin. I had many dreams last night, but my recall is still terrible. I know I dream a lot, but I can remember only a little.

Chased by Nebuchadnezzar

I am somewhere, being chased by Nebuchadnezzar. He is animal-like, although I don't recall if he was in one of his animal phases. He is chasing a lot of people. I crawl under a couch to hide, which seems to be a clever thing to do. At times, it isn't Nebuchadnezzar but somebody else (the police?). One of my tactics seems to involve holding my breath and counting. There is more to this dream but I can't remember it.

Dream journal

I am in a library somewhere taking books off of shelves. One of them is my dream journal, and I realize that I should write in it. I dream something about lucid dreams, but don't become lucid.

Fragment
Kid Muscle and Kevin Mask were fighting in the final of the Chojin Championship Final.

Dream Count: 2
DILDs: 0 , WILDs: 0 , MILDs: 0 , APs: 0

Dream 1:
A Short Dream Looking Towards Erin

Dream 2:
A Dream About My Mom Coming to Pick Me Up, When I Was There I Saw My Mom, She Came In And Gave Me Something. Then I Asked To Go To Her Car. I Was Worried Because Mr.O Talked To Her But It Wasn’t About Homework. I Then Talked To A Few People. Later On I Found My Phone In My Locker. Somehow My Clothing Changed. It Used To Be A Grey Short Sleeved Shirt With Red Shorts. Teacher Erica Gave Me Her Phone Number. My Clothing Was Black And Baggy. Then The Dream Ended.

Notes:
This was my first night actually trying to do something properly I suppose, having starting roughly earlier this week. I remembered my dream about looking to Erin which lasted shortly. I then remembered myself having the dream at school. It felt real and I remembered it. When I woke I thought it was a mere thought but I remembered that I didn’t think of it consciously. Usually, I won’t remember enough to write down in my journal… I suppose this first steps to becoming a lucid dreamer is working!

12/10/11

NON-LUCID

Dream 1

I believe I have a date with a girl, but the setting was at night, so I couldn’t recall her facial features, all I know is that she was wearing a black dress whose bottom ended pretty short.



We were at a party somewhere, and it was outdoors. There was one type of food that was supposed to taste so delicious that no one could carry it as a leftover. That’s all I remember for that one.

Dream 2:

I think a group of young children (mostly girls) were running from some monster in the dark. Some random lady was helping them escape it. They were going around in circles screaming, but the monster wasn’t really much of a threat, all it did was just spread its whole body for a while…that’s it lol. It was like a blob type of monster, but I couldn’t remember its color.



Dream 3:

I think I’m in a Hispanic restaurant that served A LOT of free appetites, even deserts. But this dream totally went from a basic dream to another dream full of incoherent events. After I leave the restaurant, I’m flying a black mini-jet.



Of course I’m scared as hell because I’m asking the person behind me how the HELL do I OPERATE this thing without us CRASHING., and we almost crashed a building, but I managed to pull the controls to go up. After riding around randomly with no sense of direction, I landed the jet.

When I go down I think my father complained that I wasn’t using the right bolts. I don’t know what I said, but when I turn around, I expected to see a black mini-jet, but all I saw was a red car.




I was in that moment where I wanted to quit riding these vehicles and I wanted to tell my father that, and I was basically thinking “Ehhhhh” for like 5 seconds to admit to him to just drive me home.

Then when I get home I go to a random room, and I see a hidden video game CD labeled “Star Wars.” There were more small items in the room, but I didn’t pay attention to any of them. Then when I get out, I explore more of the house, and realize it seemed to be a two-story house.

Anyway, my mother just pops up randomly and is resting on a bed on the floor. I just look and keep going towards some random room, and then she asks me if I can turn off the lights for her.

There were so many bloody switches in one area that it was like trying to defuse a bomb, I didn’t want to turn on/off the lights in my father’s room, nor activate some kind of random fan.



It took a while, and my mother kept telling me had to turn off the switch opposite of the other one, which made no sense at all.

Don’t remember much after that, but I do believe I finally turned off the right light.

Dream 4:

I think I’m going to the Laundromat near my apartment. I see this girl that looks like a girl I had a High School crush on when I was a sophomore.

In waking life, when I saw this girl, my heart would flutter and my brain just made me feel so weird inside, as if I had shorter breaths or something (typical...). I would become so compelled in what she would say in English class because she really did have words of creativity and emotion, even if she didn’t feel like she did so. (I was still in that stage of finding my own way of thinking and being creative).

Anyway, I got closer to this girl, and some other average-looking guy (not to be cocky or anything) was close to her too trying to suck up to her. She said she’ll be right back to the both of us, and the guy just disappeared (I didn’t mind ).

Then the environment turns into a restaurant. I’m sitting down eating a meal, and these rich African Americans that look like they own large corporations look at me weirdly as if I don’t belong in this type of restaurant (I wasn’t aware of what I was wearing).

Apparently I was sitting on the same girl's seat that left us for a while to get something. As I’m close to finishing my meal, the girl comes in, and I wanted to say “Sorry” to her, but I think she comes up and defends me against these people who thought I took her seat.

Then I go off into a wild tangent and declared that they should stop looking at me like an incompetent. I told them that I’m trying to get an education as well, and to become successful like them as well.

Some still retain their stoic demeanor, while others smiled a little bit, but they still reverted back to that blank state. I forgot everything about the girl next to me and the dream fades.

Good morning, everybody.

For anybody interested in time and dreams, I'm pretty sure that the first dream took place in less than one minute. I woke up to a police siren, fell asleep, had the dream, and woke up to another siren.

Dream #1

I was walking through a museum, along a second floor balcony overlooking a first floor kind of atrium area. It was probably night, and it seemed like more than half the lights in the museum were turned off. I may have been looking down to the first floor, to a few glass-cased displays along one of the walls.

I was now listening to some man, who was supposed to be the father, Bill Loud, from the 1971 reality show An American Family. But the man sounded a bit younger and a bit meaner than Bill Loud. He was complaining to someone about how one of his sons, probably Lance, was too into museums.

The man complained that now the son wanted the man to go to the museums with him. But the man said, "God, what makes him think I'm interested in going off to see a bunch of tropical colored, electrical fish?"

I now sat at a dining table at the back end of the balcony area. This part of the balcony extended, it seemed, into the main part of the second floor. There may have been a number of tables here. The table I sat at was long, able to seat eight or ten people. But the only other person at the table was Lance Loud, who sat directly across from me.

We sat mostly in darkness. The only light seemed to be coming from a kitchen area, behind me and maybe twenty or thirty meters away.

I had looked down to the first floor at some point. It was now like a movie theatre, including a ground level and a balcony. And it was packed. I knew now that the creators of An American Family had come out with a new documentary, possibly further documenting the life of the Loud family.

I thought of the creators of America as Frederick Wiseman, the great documentary filmmaker. But apparently Wiseman was actually twins. There were two Wisemans.

Lance was here for the premiere of the new Wiseman documentary. But it was kind of against his will. He kind of resented the Wisemans. He felt like the An American Family reality show had ruined his family. The Wiseman twins knew that Lance felt that way. And they resented Lance as well.

Lance was busy complaining to me about the Wiseman twins when they walked past us, heading toward a stairway down to the movie theatre.

The Wiseman twins looked nothing like Frederick Wiseman. They looked more like short versions of the psychic researcher Russ Targ. They had puffy, curly, grey hair, though most of their forehead was bald. They were square-faced, though their faces were a bit wrinkly. One of the twins wore a white sweater. The other one wore a black leather jacket.

As the twins passed us, one of them made a kind of rude remark to Lance in a deep, gravelly, but loose and relaxed kind of voice. The twins knew Lance didn't want to be here, and the twins didn't want Lance to be here.

But one of the twins saw that I was sitting with Lance. He had walked to the top of the staircase. But now he turned around and came back to Lance. In a relaxed, but courteous tone he told Lance, "We're having a ----- after the show. You're more than welcome to come."

The twin walked away. Lance said, really loud, so the twin could hear him, but in such a way as to sound like he was talking only to me, "Oh, like I'd actually want to go to something like that!"

The ----- was something like a viewing of behind the scenes clips from the documentary. This was supposed to be of great interest to a lot of the people who had been involved with the film.

Dream #2

There was a man in maybe his forties who was the father of a girl in her early twenties. The father had had the chance on a couple occasions to be around the girl's circle of friends.

The father felt like it was possible that one of the men in this group would want to marry the girl. The father didn't quite feel comfortable about this. The men seemed either like total screw-ups or like people who would kind of treat the girl in a mean way.

But the father decided that he needed to get to know the guys better before he jumped to such conclusions about them.

The father was now standing out on a driveway in the late afternoon. The father was white, with tan, tough skin and a square haircut of grey and white hair. He wore a white polo shirt. He was in shape, if not actually even muscular.

The father thought it was a stroke of luck -- one of the girl's friends, the one, it seemed, the girl was most interested, was standing in the driveway as well. The father could get to know the guy.

The guy was now standing before the garage. The garage door was open. An incandescednt light lit the garage. There was no car in the garage. But at the very front of the garage was a small shelf, on which sat a few doll-like girls' toys.

The guy was standing there, staring at the doll-toys and giggling to himself. I was kind of concerned for the boy. I felt like the father might think the guy was some kind of pervert for being so interested in girls' toys. But the father didn't feel that way. The father just thought the guy was artistic, interested in these toys for an artistic reason.

The father walked up to the guy to talk to him. The guy was a bit shorter than the father. He was pale white, about half bald, with short, disarranged hair on the rest of his head. He was a little chubby, and his flabby cheeks were dotted with stubble. He wore chunky, square eyeglasses and a too-big, blue-green t-shirt.

The guy, sensing the father behind him, turned around, while still giggling at the girls' toys. He found himself face to face with the father.

But the guy didn't feel he needed to acknowledge the father at all. He kept giggling about the toys, then turned off and to his right, walking toward and then into the front door of the house.

Windhover's Dream

dream 1 - It's something about school, but dont recall at all...

dream 2 - I remember posting a DJ on here?

dream 3 - I lift my dream body but it's so heavy so I failed, god dammit!!!
I'm at a huge, rocky field? I see mountains too. near me there are Raven Knight I recognized and huge Yeti monster.
I try to wear clothes.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! The competition has really made me want to get lucid again, but it's not really working the way I want it to. I ended up in SP once this morning and heard all kinds of sounds but I lost consciousness. Talked about dreams in one dream which is something, the rest were action packed and kinda cool overall.

23.30: Sleep

10.30: Short dreams and fragments
*I'm playing Battlefield 3 and I'm a sniper at the back of a big cave. The mode is rush and I haven't played this map before. Vines are hanging from the ceiling and me and my team mates are waiting for the enemy to show up. A whole bunch of guys suddenly appears and I start shooting with my semi-automatic sniper. I take out several guys and the rest are killed by my team mates.

*There's a big guy infront of me. I'm 6'3 and I only reach up to this guy's chin. His girlfriend starts to scream something at us but I don't care. We start fighting. I land several kicks in his chest and in the end I just pummel his face with my fists. He goes down on the ground but I continue on to punch him.

*I'm standing outside of a big gate with a bunch of people. The gate shakes as something big wants to get through. I bring up my rifle and aim for it. The gate opens up a bit after another huge shock and I can see a gigantic robot behind it. I start shooting at it and so does everyone else. The robot responds by shooting a red laser beam that kills alot of people. It hits the gates once more and they're blown off their hinges. The robot looks like a big human in steel armor and I shoot it in the face. It seems to work but I notice rockets hit it all of a sudden. 'Why am I not using my rocket launcher?' I bring it out and shoot a missile that hits it in the face. I can guide the missiles just like you can in Half Life 2. The robot starts to ascend, walking upwards, it's almost like it's lagging. I shoot a couple of more rockets at it, making them spin as they go near it. Soon I can barely see it anymore.

*I'm taking a crap on a road. It's like the fourth crap I've taken. Weird.

*I'm with Monica and we're in some big warehouse. Some kind of agent appears and we start talking. We've just accomplished a mission but there's something we leave out. Monica starts to blush and I tell her she's cute when her cheeks are red. I kiss them and they're really hot. The agent disappears and there's some dead guy next to us.

10.30: Shooting fire and electricity rings
I'm with my friend Felix. We're in a tunnel tring to find our way out. I spot a table with a big newspaper on it. It's a crossword puzzle's magazine. We head out of the tunnel and end up on a path going through a park of some sorts. There are glowing bugs all around and it all has a fantasy feeling to it. I tell Felix about two dreams I just had. I spot a big butterfly/bird thingy. It has a blue name tag above it which means it's rare! We decide to try to kill it off and Felix starts flying after it. While chasing it, I stand on the ground shooting electric rings at it. It is itself sparkling with electricity and after a few rings I realise that they won't do any damage even if they would hit.

I switch to fire instead and power up a big fire ring in my right hand. I shoot it across the sky, it looks amazing! I do it again but also this time with my left. I run out of mana and can't make them any bigger. I shoot them at the bird, missing it once again. Felix tries to hit it with electricity. Up ahead I can see a big cauldron. 'Cool! I can replenish my mana there.' I run up to it and hold my hands above it. My mana is replenished quickly.

10.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I was nonna's house with my brothers. We were all playing Osu online. Nick even played with us. We stopped for lunch, which was hamburgers or some boomerang shaped hotdog.

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Today I had 3 dreams, but only vaguely remember 1, and 2 fragments of the others. WTF happened to my recall!?

Saturday 10/12/2011 8 am

Dream 1
I'm at an outside swimming pool in a forest with some other people. There's something wrong about my coworker W's kid, for some reason he's not allowed in.
There's a man with tight swimming trunks, suggesting an ENORMOUS.. ..you know what.

Dream 2
There's a game for sale that really looks like fun, for only 0.88 EUR, but I decide against it for some reason.

Dream 3
A representative from one of our (real-life job) suppliers is in a dream.

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I had this dream yesterday but couldn't blog it at the time, so here goes.

Friday 09/12/2011 04:47 am

My Spanish friend E. had come over from Spain for some event, my friend A. was there too. We're a total of 5 people, 3 girls (me, A and E) and 2 guys (N and G) (all people I know IRL). We try to take group pictures, but somehow my camera kept complaining that something wasn't correct about the photo. Especially with E's wild, luscious hair and dark make-up. Just before going to the event, E decides she needs to go back to Spain, and we direct her back to the train station. (There's no train from Belgium to Spain!! XD)

At the event we buy some stuff and go see a show (supposedly) on DVD, but it turns into a live show. Some guy in the show has the power to explode stuff and he went on a killing spree on the audience. I become aware that I'm the main protagonist of this "show" so I hide behind a big rock, and know I'm going to be fine. A soldier throws a hand grenade at my rock, causing me to be forced to shuffle over and duck as it explodes.

When the massacre is over, we all go pick up our stuff, which was all wet and gory, covered in intestines etc.

Office building area. Psrkour training. Hidden from rest of world. I somehow save it and the external illusion drops.
At "home". Future. AI manager. Try to clone friend. It prints up sheets of clear green paper...
Forum, forming organization. Talking about a hot girl. It's always sunny cast were conning the military so Dee looked prettier. Eat Oreos.

Another short dream.

My friends and I were in the city. I think it was New York. There were a ton of benches in the sidewalk. You would sit down and then a car without a back would come and pick you up. The bench would attach the the car and they would just drive off.

Another short dream.

My friends and I were in the city. I think it was New York. There were a ton of benches in the sidewalk. You would sit down and then a car without a back would come and pick you up. The bench would attach the the car and they would just drive off.

Well it was not lucid in the slightest but my most Vivid dream to date! I could smell, Taste and see details!

I remember, Having a pink knife in my hand, The sharpest of the culinary knifes set.


Anyway, Continuing, I was in England, Kent, Dover. I used to go to school in this town, As well as being born there. But I had a broken school bag, And I could see police roaming the streets.. I had to put this knife somewhere, So I put it in my bag. But the knife once in the bag was piercing through the bags fabric into my stomach . I was wearing the broken bag in the front of me instead on my back. The pointy part of the knife broke through the fabric and proper digging into my body.. It hurt. Then all of a sudden...

This is Dover.


The people I disliked at secondary school, as well as being bullies towards me in years 8-9 were okay with me, Not friends just okay. We started hanging around with each other. We were roaming the town of Dover then a Police woman caught us and said she wanted to search us. (In real life I don't even look like a thug, So to search me was rather strange, I blame it on the people I was with whom looked like thugs.) She seen the knife in my bag and she got her note pad thing out and fined me. I remember arguing with her.

I'm not sure, But I believe we all ran away from her. We did get away. I remember going down this street in Dover. Busy main road but with shops on either side... I remember the police officer caught up with us, So we started running went through a shop and through the side doors in the shops that led to other shops.. That was rather strange. We went in one other shop and the Indian man was making chicken. It was just cooked, Hot with the hot steam rising from it.

The chicken was crispy, nicely cooked. Like you would see in adverts on television. He offers me some while the guys I was with ran out the back door. They were telling me to follow them. But this chicken was too good to refuse. The Indian native man ripped a bit of the breast of the chicken off and put it on a plate, Then I said I have to go, he said "No I give you chicken now" He took a bite out of the chicken breast.

All of a sudden the dream became too vivid and my eyes homed in on his mouth while biting a piece of chicken breast we was going to give me. His teeth were rotten and horrible. He said " You see? It taste good" Obviously the English language was not his strong point.

The Indian man one taken his bite of the chicken meant for me, Put it back on my plate, he slopped more chicken on my plate. I said politely "I'm not so hungry now, I must go" Sensing the Police officer was near to entering this room, I had to leave. He was not so happy and he put his body in front of the counter so I could not go to the back door.

As a result, my evil ruthless side came out and went into my bag and picked up the knife, And waved it in the man's face. It was kinda hilarious since it was pink.
He said " Okay I let you go now, Never come back"

I ran as fast as I could out the back door into the back and ran up the road that goes up a hill. It's much like San Francisco.

Police officer chased us, But we lose her by hiding on top of the grassy hill and behind bushes. Then a old friend from my school is suddenly in the group. We then speak to each other and ask each other were we want to go, I said "Folkstone Hills" We knew the police were going to be looking for us but we had to get to these hills. Everyone in the group says "Yeah! Good Idea George"

Problem is, My brain combined Dover town and Folkstone town into one town. These hills were at the other side of the town centre, It would be hard, Since the police station is in the centre of the town and if anyone has been to England, Everything is compacted and busy.

I don't remember going in the town, But I remember arriving at the hills. It was beautiful so much life, then the dream after a while ended.

Folkstone Hills


Thoughts on why I had this dream.

Police Officer - Reading news articles about the police recently.
Dover and Folkstone - It's associated with my old school.
Pink Knife - I have a purple knife in real life.
Friends with old bullies - Maybe my subconscious believes there is unfinished business.
Indian Man in shop - Common thing in the UK to see such things.
Chicken - My mum keeps making roast dinners and I loath them.

Final thoughts and opinion: I think it was a learning process for me. I enjoyed the vividness of it. I give this dream 7/10