non-lucid

Dream - Lucid

I was at my house in the playroom. I was looking at my left foot. I pushed the top middle of it, right under my middle toe, and it opened to show wires and mechanics; my foot was mechanical. (think Will Smith’s arm in I, Robot).

Apparently, the reason I had a mechanical foot, was because Jason had one. I talked to him on the phone about it at some point. I don’t remember if it was through text or actually talking on the phone.

I then remember talking to my mom about it. She was asking me if she was sure that was a good idea. And I kept backing it up saying it was a good idea.

Jason did tell me that he had lost the feeling in his foot after awhile. I noticed that my mechanical foot wasn’t as sensitive as my real foot. I didn’t think it was a huge deal.

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I was watching a movie about a female high school student who posed as a teacher. It was a comedy, kind of like Easy A or something. The girl had straight, short/medium length dark brown hair, and glasses. She had an accomplice, her friend, who was helping her cover it up. I kept seeing them get in the accomplice’s car and go places.

I think she finally got caught.

I then remember talking to my mom about the movie. I’m not sure where we were, but we were in a room somewhere. In the middle of talking to her, I had the realization that I was dreaming. I smiled, and looked at my mom and told her this was a dream, and I got the same look most DCs give me when I mention that. I ran past her.

I examined my hands to keep the dream stable. I also yelled
“Stabalize!”, which successfully stabilized my dream.

I went by a dried up potted plant sitting on a counter. I touched the leaf and it felt so real and vivid. I love it when that happens.

Then, I remember being upstairs. I was in a room that looked similar to the bonus room. I wanted to go somewhere else; to get out of the house and fly outside. I tried to tear up the ceiling, but only saw insulation.

I then spotted a dark blue wall with I think yellow stars on it; it almost looked like it was wrapped in wrapping paper. I started to tear it up, trying to find something or somewhere new. It came off in big blocky chunks, and just looked the same underneath as it did on the surface.

I woke up in sleep paralysis. I kept still and let it buzz until I went back into the dream. When my mind was sure I was dreaming, a voice in my head said
“Action!”

I then effortlessly floated from my body in my bed. I was then close to my body’s head, and looked down and saw my body. It was laying on its back, and its eyes were open wide; it looked so frightened. I gently stroked its head of messy hair. I felt compassion for the body lying there.

I examined my hand to try to stabilize the dream, and it worked for a second, but I then lost it.

Again, I woke up in sleep paralysis, and the same scenario repeated, and I again heard
“Action!”

I then was in a room. I wanted to fly, but it had been so long that it was proving to be difficult; I felt held down by gravity. I fought the heavy feeling in my legs, and took off through the ceiling and into this crazy cloud world. The hues of the clouds were grey and blue, and there were all these colorful floating structures; it reminded me of a Super Mario Galaxy world.

I was a little unsure of the flying at first, but I then felt like I was riding a current, and it got so much easier. I rushed by all these crazy floating structures, some that were swinging back and forth. I was smiling and laughing, saying
“I’m dreaming! I’m dreaming!!”

Writing a book

We are in some kind of a big barn. My family and I are upstairs, and I am trying to drop down to the bottom floor. I remember going down that way before, but I think somehow that I just jumped down. At first it doesn't look like too far of a drop, but looking again I see it is about 20 or 30 feet down. I decide not to jump, but to have my family lower me down with a rope instead.

I am also writing books. Actually, what I am doing is re-writing books that other people wrote. I wonder if people will accept the book, and if so I know I will make some money.

Bank Robbers

I am part of a group of bank robbers. We hold up a bank, and I think somebody gets shot. Later, we are laying around discussing our crime.

"What do you think," somebody (possibly our leader) says "about 30 each?"

"What, $30,000 each?" I ask.

"No, 30 years each. Maybe 30 to life. We did shoot someone after all."

"They'll never catch us." Another gang member says.

"Yeah they will," says our leader, "we shot somebody and robbed a bank. You think they'll just forget about us?"

Our leader thinks we should just sit around and wait to be arrested. He doesn't seem to think we even have any hope of getting away. I vaguely know that this is not real, and I am not really a criminal. But instead of becoming lucid, I just think that I ought to run away rather than go to jail for something I didn't do.

The police at this point have told us we are going to be arrested, but have left us alone. Maybe we are out on bail or something. It is understood that we won't run away, but I consider doing it anyway. I go outside, and think about running off into the woods. Again, I vaguely remember something about this being a dream, but I don't become lucid. I just remember that in previous dreams I can never run away, and it is just a frustrating experience because I can never run fast, or climb over obstacles when being chased. I don't want this to turn into another annoying "chase" dream. Besides, since I'm innocent, I think the right thing to do is probably just be honest and go to trial.

I had two dreams last night.
In one, I was on vacation somewhere with my friend's family and mine. I accidentally put on his (my friend) sister's shoes and suddenly an earthquake hit. When I woke up, I was his sister! This should have seemed a bit odd, but apparently I don't RC enough because I did not become lucid. I completely took on the role of his sister, and when we went home I lived her life for about a week (it was like a movie, where it showed small clips of things. I didn't experience a full week as her.) Then, I woke up around 1 AM.
I attempted to WBTB but it didn't work. I simply fell asleep. I had a dream that me and my friends Konnor and Kevin were captured by this group of 3 people. They said they were going to enslave us. First they fed us Italian-Style thanksgiving dinner, and then they took us to their garden (which was oddly similar to the garden at my old house) and gave us some rather sharp gardening tools. We seized the opportunity and grabbed the tools and charged them. Then something happened and before long we were having a snowball fight. My friend Kevin was on the other team for whatever reason, but me and Konnor were together and halfway in, Konnor pulled out a revolver. Kevin pulled one out too and shot Konnor. As I was crawling over to get Konnor's gun, Kevin shot at me and I dodged, but suddenly I woke up in the middle of performing the action of dodging.

• The first dream consisted of me riding in a truck I have never seen, with some guy I have never met. I was smoking out of my bowl, and he shows me his identical bowl and points out how he has the same. Everything after that is too fuzzy. I can't believe I was not aware enough to trigger lucidity.
• The second dream happened after my usual WBTB at 6am. I met with an ex gf, didn't know how I got there. Me and ex start making out, have sex. Talk to her for the rest of dream. Also, pissed I did not trigger lucidity.

I feel triggering lucidity should have been easy in both dreams, both were unusual. I'm upset that in both cases I never thought to reality check, ect.

12/7/11

NON-LUCID

Dream 1:

I was in a Biology college class that was a bit short in size of people and room structure. I believed wed discussed about how future Biology courses will be much harder than the one I’m taking now (Biology 111)

Dream 2:

I’m inside of a college dorm with random people (I actually live by myself in an apartment not too far from my University). Some dude who was my Chemistry 111 partner was a roommate, and I believe girls could come into the boys dorm for a while as long as the room director approved it.

This whole dream was a bit random, because I woke up at random times in waking life, so some parts were probably erased. But I do remember sleeping on a bed, and there was this blonde girl with a pink blouse or pink bra and really short shorts.



She was talking to some random girl, and then the room director told her she had to go leave, but she can come back at a specific time. I believe I got up at this time and was going around this area paying attention to the details created in front of me.

One girl was looking at me I think and asked where the women’s restroom was. Since I knew where the men’s restroom was, I assumed the females’ would be to the right of the room we were in. She goes to look for the restroom, finds it, and complains on how it smells.


I suggested to her to just turn on the fan, but she started to get embarrassed, probably because she was afraid people would know she had to do the #2, and it was obvious she had to do it.



Dream 3:

I believe I see my Academic advisor for Biochemistry, I asked her a question I e-mailed to her about possible electives courses I could take since I need 3 more hours to get 14 hours’ worth of classes in waking life.

She suggested that I give her my Student name (I thought I already e-mailed you my name) and my Student ID (You should be able to know my ID by my name if you looked it up!).

She starts to walk off somewhere, and after a while, I had a “Wait a second” moment, and ran after her. She was going inside a door, but I managed to call out her name before she left. But I forgot what I was going to tell her.

Dec. 5,2011 - B-Complex 50mg at 11:26 pm
bed at 2am

DR - something about fam in where I used to live

Dec.6, 2011 - no supps, bed at 12 am

DR - whole class went to get immunization, but I had a hidden agenda - wanted to get some testing done to catch somebody on the east coast

DR- I'm an alien arriving to earth? The FBI is already searching for me. Some friends have arranged hiding places for me and as I fly through the forest, I hide in a foliage in a middle of a trunk of a big tree. Then I'm on a sidewalk with friends and we all project fake images of ourselves. The agents trying to act inconspicuous are walking by on a sidewalk ogling us. I think we are fooling them and they think we are pretty blonds and they want to get into a jacuzzi with us.

DR - we are flying with friends to Australia. In the air we see an airplane that I recognize to be Australian Coast Guard with pretty aussie flag.

Here I am at school/College what ever, I am minding my own business enjoying my self while this girl introduced her self to me. She wanted to be friends with me and I sworn I have known her from some where. She had blonde hair, hazel eyes. She looked really beautiful. She was a nice person and she was really down to earth. She wanted to exchange our emails so she could chat with me online so we could get to know each other better, I couldn't see her mail because the letters looked blurry. She said shes been wanting to talk to me for awhile now because she was shy to talk to me. She asked me if she could hang out with me sometimes and I said sure, She went to class and I said she sounds like a really nice girl, I felt really happy in the dream Then the dream ended.

Here I am being at this weird house. I am with a bunch of guys. They had a mirror that looked black. I really didn't like the feeling of the mirror, Suddenly the mirror split in pieces. It scattered into another dimension. The pieces some how went through my right leg and my leg was the portal. I was wondering why was my leg a freaking portal? Then the guys told me we have to go and collect those black pieces of the glass of the mirror before something bad happens.

Then they told me I am a portal and they had to go through my leg. So they did. And they dragged me along with me. I ended up in front of a white house that looked old. Not really old but just old, It was like I was in another dimension. The atmosphere seemed great. Everything was realistic, it was extremely vivid. I turned around and saw a mirror. It looked like I saw an old lady looking out through her curtains. Then suddenly I ran into Chuck Norris, He appeared right in front of me before my eyes when I turned around. I could feel the ground and felt the air.

He was telling me stuff about this place and this dimension. He told me there is a witch that lives in that house. She uses white magick for helping others, This place is paradise. I was wondering what I can do in a strange neighbor hood like this, It was really quiet. I really wish I could explore it. Then the dream ended.

Note: This was the ODDEST dream I have ever had. I could think on my free will (I can't in my non-lucid dreams), but I couldn't control my actions. So I guess it was in the middle of lucidity and non-lucidity. It was also very vivid and when I woke up I was still contemplating if it was real or a dream. It also was very short, only one or two minutes. So... yeah. On the the dream now!

I was laying on my stomach on my bed, meditating trying to do astral projection. My ears started popping and I felt like I was electrocuted. I got so excited and scared that it failed and I had to start over. I tried again and soon enough I felt the ear thing and I felt electrocuted. I felt myself rip out of my body and I could see down after levitating a few feet. Everything in my room was disappearing and new things were appearing. I was going to look back at my body but I got thrown against my will (my soul, not my physical body) to the other side of the room. Everything was incredibly bright, yet my eyes didn't hurt at all. I got sucked back to my body and it was over.

Here I am with a few Ghost Hunters. We are searching a house for ghosts, we went to different spots in the house and I came across a "odd" place that felt really weird. It felt either hot or cold, it didn't matter to me. I felt as if I was feeling allot of energy beside me in one corner. I took out my EMF detector "Energy Magnetic Field" detector that Ghost Hunters uses in their show to find ghosts. And I seemed to find a Spirit in my dream, I got scared and ran out of the room. I hardly can't remember anything after that. But the dream was vivid and really strange.

Slept: around 4:30 AM
Wasn't able to set intention. Woke up around 8 am, 9 am, 11 am and 12 noon.

Dream: editing on my computer. Athena.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I walked into "my psychiatrist's office," which was actually a house in a suburban neighborhood. I may have walked in through a side door.

I was in something like a side room or a spare room, not a bedroom, but more like a room with random stuff in it. The room was brown, with cheap plywood-panelling on the walls and a scruffy brown and tan carpet.

At first I thought I was all alone in the house. I suddenly became aware that I didn't actually have an appointment with my psychiatrist today. I thought that maybe I'd come into her house while she and everybody else in her family was gone.

But now I heard my psychiatrist talking with a woman. I imagined a woman in maybe her late fifties or early sixties. My psychiatrist was saying goodbye to her.

I now realized that I hadn't had an appointment with my psychiatrist: I'd cancelled it a while back. Now I was just showing up. My psychiatrist would think I was some kind of crazy stalker.

But I was here, and I'd only look worse if my psychiatrist saw me while I was attempting to leave. So I went into the office-room of the house.

The room was in quite a bit of disarray. I might not even have seen my psychiatrist at first. There was a couch running diagonally through the middle of the room, as if it had been pushed away from the wall. There were shelves in various states of dissaray, and piles of stuff on the floor and in an open closet.

Now I saw my psychiatrist. She was pulling some stuff off a set of shelves. I knew that my psychiatrist had decided that since I'd cancelled my appointment for this day, she'd work on cleaning out her office during this period. She was kind of annoyed to see me here, now that she'd set herself to another task. I was afraid she'd even charge me for a session.

But my psychiatrist asked my opinion. She had to think of a Christmas present for some young male in her family. The man was maybe a nephew of hers who was in his mid-twenties.

My psychiatrist had been cleaning out her record collection. To my left there was a wall-width stereo center with shelves filled with records. But my psychiatrist walked to the closet, off to my right. There were even more records in there.

My psychiatrist pointed to a few records. They were in huge plastic security-cases, like compact discs might be in in a store, before you buy them. The record sleeves had yellow backs, like the Deutsche Grammophone CDs of classical music (? - I think). My psychiatrist asked me if I thought her nephew might like those records.

I walked over to the records. My psychiatrist told me that if I liked them I could have them. She said they were by some Asian group (possibly a Vietnamese group). She may have told me how she'd gotten them, and that she wasn't sure whether the music was any good. I may have told her that the group was really good.

I was now watching a music video by the Malaysian pop group A.P.I. I thought I was familiar with the video and the song.

The video was of three members of the band before a white background. But something like a red curtain would often fall down through the middle of the scene. Sometimes it would fill up the whole scene. The curtain had a fabricky look, and it acted like fabric. But it was transparent, like a piece of thin plastic.

At one point, one of the band members, fully engulfed in the orange-red light of the curtain, slid into a close-up shot, either as if he were on some moving platform, or as if the camera, on a dolly, slid toward him. Then he gave a smile to the screen and turned away. The view slid back into a far shot of him.

Dream #2

I was sitting out on the steps of some building, possibly a school. I was with a few other people, "friends" who I don't recognize now. The steps were shallow, maybe only four or five steps up to the top. They were made of an aging, cheap concrete.

I sat on one of the lower steps. An older girl or younger woman sat on a short, curb-like edge to my right. Some more people sat up near the top of the steps. Those people may mostly have been young women or older girls.

Now a little boy ran out the doors at the top of the steps. He saw me and ran to sit by me.

The boy was maybe nine or ten years old. He was really skinny. He had very fair skin, freckles, and pale green or blue eyes. He had hair in a bowl-like, 1970s-style cut, about down to his shoulders. He wore a big, green sweater and dark, slightly loose blue jeans.

The boy seemed to like me a lot. He even seemed to be attracted to me. I may have been attracted to him as well. The boy may have tried to cuddle with me. But I may have been reluctant about letting him cuddle with me. I didn't want to get too aroused by the feeling of his body.

Dream 1
I remember playing Transformers:War For Cybertron and I was in chapter 3 of The Decepticon campaign when you're travelling the Iacon subway except I was fighting Omega Supreme and then something that looked like Trypticon shooting out a huge laser ray.

Me and the other transformers (Autobots were there too) dodged to the left and right, I got hit a few times but never died (classic dream sign) I know I saw Optimus Prime there.

Dream 2
I was at school in the music department and Simba was there. I picked up a guitar, it looked like the one Daft Punk uses and I started to play "Robot Rock". It was sick I then started playing something else with a bass (I think).



The whole point of the dreamwas to pick my GCSE options but I ended up spending most of my time playing the guitar that I didn't pick Media Studies. When the teacher came in he thought that I had picked music. I thought "How am I going to explain this to my mum?

Colour Legenda:
Setting| Technique used | Dream (lv1) | Dream (lv2) | Lucid Dream | Notes
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I apoligise (to myself more than anyone else), I don't really remember in which order my dreams occurred.. I don't even remember waking up between them, but I must have, since this morning I remembered 2 dreams and 2 fragments. They're also not in correct order, as I can't remember the order I had them in. I need to practice more!!

I'm out with Diana and her friend Eric and his fiance. I'm to spend the night at Diana's, but the girl who plays Lori in Freddy vs Jason says she needs to be somewhere. Or has a French language exam and if we can help her cram for it. Sure thing, we do.

We're at some museum and I keep getting distracted by cats outside, and apparently my opening and closing the door is annoying people but nobody seems to notice it's me. I feel incredibly guilty.

I'm on a bus, but miss my stop. There are people singing along to my music (I'm wearing headphones!!) so I turn it down. The bus turns at the terminal and I make it to where I need to be.

My friend Colin is in my next dream.

And there's something about My Little Pony.

12/6/11

NON-LUCID

Dream 1:

I dreamed that I went to some random Asian service place, and I was looking for a time machine. I eventually found it through a secret cut on some red cloth, but I was found out before I could change time to the setting “4,” which was supposed to be the ideal amount.

Dream 2:

After returning to the past, I end up back at the same place in Dream 1, and some girl with blue hair with an anime school uniform. We opened a green door and it leads to random areas, like the bathroom for men. There was this guy being bullied, and more and more types of them where going after him while we tried to hide him.



I had to go Metal Gear 3 on them and started to stealth choke some random DCs, and some I just decided to knock the rest out because killing them took a bit long (there was random DCs coming in, so I had to think quickly.



We find a way to lure them somewhere and save the victim, and we go back to the secret area for the time machine, but in a different door. I grabbed the person and knocked them out, and kicked the time machine before some Asian lady found out. I realized that I clicked the setting to “3,” but I quickly changed it to “4.”

Time shifted back Like in Code Lyoko and apparently it was to prevent the Facebook corporation from expanding. (video below is basically what happened)



While going back in time, a random message shows up in the white background and in black font. (like the ending of Ocarina of Time where Ganon says "CURSE YOU LINK" I think, but it was a different message, and without the picture of ganondorf )




Then I’m back to see a Facebook building smaller than the one I saw before the trip to the past.

Then I follow this guy, who looks like Sully from Uncharted 3…he was doing some business with someone, and since I changed time, I wondered who would be the villain of owning the same time machine, but I also wondered if there was going to be another machine anyway.






Dream 3:

Was with the main character from Uncharted 3 and he was flipping small pizza figured boxes for something, but someone comes to give us red erasable skinny markers. I get an extra one just in case for some odd reason.




Then we meet the Blond lady from Uncharted 3 (before she turned old when you played as the main character grown up) ( Sorry, I realized she's still blonde when she gets older). . But I couldn’t remember much after that.



Damn it Link!! OBVIOUS DREAM SIGN OF A BLONDE!!