non-lucid

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I sat in some huge room. I sat in a school desk, which was part of some U-shaped area of either desks or tables, maybe made out of wood. Other than this structure, the room was empty.

The room had orange-tan colored walls, which were as tall as the walls of a cathedral. Along the top of the wall ran some kind of LED display, like an electronic ticker tape display that scrolls out news.

The sign was saying that somebody, possibly Sir Isaac Newton, had confessed his guilt regarding something. This was something like a murder, or a rather contemporary, scandalous-sounding crime.

Previously I'd been accused of this crime. Now that Sir Isaac Newton had confessed, I would no longer be considered guilty.

A woman came up to the desk where I was sitting. She may have stood me up to lead me away. I may have been working at something on a computer. I may have been a little reluctant to leave the work.

Dream #2

In an almost completely dark room, there was a girl, maybe eleven or twelve years old, standing in an orange-peach colored dress. The dress was in the eighteenth century style, with the outer layer in a sheer kind of material. The girl may have had her back left leg lifted behind her, as if she were performing a ballet step.

Dream #3

I was in a dark space, almost like a small corridor on a large airplane or in a space station. I walked toward a dimly lit area near the "front" of this corridor.

The astronaut Michael Collins was in the lit space, working at a small box of machinery. Collins looked young, and he may have been wearing a NASA jumpsuit.

I may have worked with Collins. I figured I was going to help him with whatever he was doing right now.

Dream #4

I was alone in a bedroom. The room was kind of big and it had high walls. But it felt like a college dorm room, not a bedroom. There may have been a regular bed and at least one bunk bed.

Suddenly the lights went out in the room. There was a tiny bit of light in the room, giving everything a very faint, very dim blue tint.

I felt my way around in the room, waving my arms in front of me -- although I may actually have been doing this before the lights went out. I was frantically trying to turn the lights back on, either with the power of my own mind or by finding the light switch. But I couldn't do it.

I told myself not to panic. I went to the door. Even though I was kind of disappointed with myself for being so afraid that I wanted to leave the room, I was going to leave. I couldn't think of how to get the light on, and I couldn't stand being in darkness.

But when I got to the front door, I was also afraid. I felt like there were people out in the hallway (like the hallway of a college dorm hall) waiting to attack me.

I looked through the peephole on my door. Outside I saw, leaning against the wall opposite the hall from my door, a young, blonde woman, pale skinned, very pretty, dressed in blue jeans and a black, turtleneck sweater. She leaned against the wall with her hands joined and placed behind her.

(Note: I've been using being alone in an empty room as a dream-sign, hopefully to induce lucids. I noticed that many of my lucids have occurred when I was alone in a room. So I've had quite a few "alone in a room" dreams -- and I've still failed. Ugh.)

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Ok so last night i was so scared of the hallucinations i might get while falling asleep, i didn't. Not until past midnight. Classical music lulled me to sleep at last.

I had a dream about My Little Pony, because i'd been watching a really OLD episode of it before bed :p

Involuntary WBTB around 5:30, which was too soon, and I stayed awake for about an hour, which is too long.

No LD.

First, I was in this hotel-looking place. I was with a bunch of people, none of whom I recognised, but I knew that I didn't fit in with their crowd. The room was very well-lit, thanks to the large window that occupied the entire wall we all faced. There were various blandly-colored chairs and plastic plants placed around the grey room. The group of people and I were all gathered around the window, and looking at a person floating next to the building we were in. It seemed we were pretty high up, like if we were in a skyscraper. The person flying next to the building was pretty far away, but I could make out his flamboyant, super hero-ish outfit. What he was doing was creating these energy discs that he chucked at us vertically. When they came whizzing towards us, they would instantly and very cleanly cut through anything they touched, but then the object that was cut would automatically reassemble, as if nothing had happened. The rest of the group I was with were anticipating these discs, like it was fun when they cut through them, but I was understandably cautious, and did not want those things chopping me up. I was in the middle of the crowd, and I noticed that the floating guy was throwing these discs, and from my right to my left, so he could get everyone. I took advantage of this pattern, and tried to time them so I could hop between them safely to the right, and away from the room. I almost jumped too soon the first time, and I had to quickly jump back before one disc caught my head. There was little time between this disc and the next one, and I had to shift my momentum forward to be able to escape this one as well. I got out just in time, with only a rip in the back of my shirt.

Next, the cast of Everybody Loves Raymond was standing on top of a square platform with sewer water below them. There was another similar platform adjacent to the one they were on. The background to this part of the dream had dirty orange and green colors, and the cast didn't pay attention to this, and just went about their business. I don't remember what they were talking about, but eventually, Raymond turned into a pig, and fell down a sewer grate on the second square platform. Frank then morphed into a pig as well (although he had an apple in his mouth), and went after him. The sewer grate led to a series of see-through tubes that the two were just zipping through, like some sort of carnival ride, with the occasional build up of dirty garbage water, where everyone held their breath through. Soon, my dream forgot all about Raymond, and it was just watching Frank, the pig, sliding through the tubes. There were a lot of parts of the tubes that went through strange places. One part was a supermarket, in the frozen food section. Right where one of the glass doors would be was the tube that came through the floor, around one of the doors, and then back into the ground. The dream only showed a glimpse of this part, with Frank flying through the tube. There was also a dream with the best train conductor in the world, but I don't remember it.

There was one dream I vaguely remember where I had to get ready to go somewhere, and I shaved off all of my body hair. The hair on my head was blue, and I was procrastinating something. Meg from Family Guy was there. Coffee had something to do with this dream too. In the end, I was embarrassed or something because I did all of this for nothing. I forget.

Lastly, I was at some sort of newspaper stand, and there was a giant stack of video game pamphlets or something. They were red and black on the front, and were reserved for people who work for IGN. I was talking to some guy with a coffee and a soft pretzel I think. He made an exception for me, and I took a pamphlet and did a "game of the year" review. There were also meatball sandwiches that were "not for guests." Suddenly, I was in Anthony's kitchen, and his house looked kind of like his grandparent's house, but the table was on the wrong side of the room, and the doorways leading to the living room were too...unrealistic? But anyway, we were eating meatball sandwiches, which were delicious because of the sauce, and we were talking. There was some other third person there, but I don't remember who it was. It may have been Matt. The subject of a Sony Super Smash Bros came up and I asked if Sonic was still going to be in it, since he's not a Nintendo character. I got a yes, and I said, "Who is going to replace the rest of the characters?" I'm sure I got a list of characters, but I don't remember who they were. I asked if Mega Man was going to be in it, and the other guy who was there said yes, but I knew he was talking about some other Mega Man. I thought to myself, "Oh, wait. THAT guy is Mega Man, too." I clarified and asked if Protoman (huh?) was going to be in it. I turned to Matt and said I should have said Mega Man Volnutt, because then they would know who I was talking about. Anthony and I went to sit down at the table. His brother and his sister were there, and we were all listening to the radio. The radio was on the table with a big plate of roast beef, and I was flipping through the channels. I wasn't hearing anything I particularly liked, but I knew the Jazz station was coming up. Just as I thought, it was the next one that came on. I knew that his brother would probably complain about it, so I kept flipping through the channels after i gave a look of "cool, jazz. Too bad we can't listen to it right now" to Anthony, and he returned to look. We settled on this one channel, and Anthony was sitting across from me. As if he was answering a question, Anthony said, "Yeah, this is Bob Cole." I called him an idiot and said, "No, this is Bob Dylan, you idiot." I changed the channel again, and American Idol came on and the radio started flashing red and blue, like a police car, because I guess those are the show's colors in my subconscious. Suddenly I was in the mall with Matt and the other kid. We were all sitting at a table chatting. I got up to walk around and put a coat on. I went back to the table we were at and I picked a piece of bread, and held it in my mouth while I continued to put my coat on.

Walked past Eliseo and too quietly say hi.

Haunted house video game. I was here before with a dream with massive walkers...

I walk through a forest with Ondrej Skrbek. For some reason, there are people checkin on us. There is one of those police people, that normally can be seen checking parking tickets. She stops us and start asking questions. Skrbek then start explaining. The funny part is that he refers to his parents as "my wife and husband". I try to correct him, but he didn't gets it. I can see on the lady, that she understands. I am thinking "damn man, you are making us look like fool eastern Europeans".

DJ Log: November 29, 2011 – 6:45AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am standing in a room with some people when I look at the clock and see that it is 9:00. I remember that there is something I have to do, but I can't really remember what it is. While thinking, I look on the table beside me and see an old wooden cigar box with a metal panel that looks like it is floating just slightly off the surface of the wood.

Thinking that this looks a bit odd, I kneel down and look at it closer. Indeed, the metal plate is hovering just slightly above the box. I look back at the clock and it has no numbers on it and only one hand. I become lucid, then look at the floor and try to stabilize, as I nearly faded out instantly. I look over at the table and I can still see the cigar box, but it's fading fast. I try to lift my arms to rub my hands together and look at them, but I wake up.

I feel that this one is situated somewhere "Jistebsko" or so.
I am not sure how it all started, but there is an old lady living in a little house near a big one. She is a mother of the man living in the big house. I know her somehow. I think there is some money involved. Then once I go there with some friend and the window is open. I just get closer to the window and smell rotting meet. Then I spot her lying on the floor. She is dead. I am not sure what to do. For some reason I think that people might suspect me of murdering her. I even think that I did it. I think that I killed her with knife. So I leave. Then I come back few days later as someone calls me to check on her as they haven't seen her for some time. Well, surprise surprise!! I look inside the house again, just through the window. Now it smells really bad. I can just see her legs on the floor (the rest of the body is out of view). The meet of the legs is all bitten of my rats or perhaps other animals. I then go to the house to report that I found her dead. But the people walk towards me. They are shocked. Then they start asking me loads of questions. When they open the door to the house, the body is covered. There is a knife on the floor, all covered in blood. For some reason I think I had just the same knife. Then this man (from the house) reaches on a side... there is a little hole in the wall (near the stairs) and he pulls out a piece of paper. I take it off his hand.. I know that I wrote it. I crumble the paper instantly... than I think... "shit".. this is so suspicious. I look at the paper. Yes, I wrote it. But its about meeting some girl, some other one than I was seeing. I start explaining to the family, what the note means. I talk about Adriana (for some reason the note has something to do with her). They listen. I feel a lot of pressure on me. Then we talk about holidays... and I think "shit, I should just get out of here, somewhere far!"

DJ Log: November 27, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am sitting in the House, and the fellow on my right hands me a clipboard and tells me that it's a bill that's being signed into federal law immediately once there are enough signatures on it. I look at it and it says that the music genre “dubstep” is being outlawed and any offense is punishable by immediate death. Due to the fact that I highly dislike dubstep, I sign it and pass it to the person to my left, telling them that they should sign it too.

It is leaving day at school, my english teacher is giving everyone some cannabis as a present. Everyone but me gets cannabis sweets, but my teacher says she knows my habits and gives me some hash oil. It is sitting in her hand, a liquid, I ask her what I should store it in and she says 'Vodka'. I take the hash oil and store it in a camera film tub. I go to take it out and drop it, a lot of other herbs fall out, although now the hash oil is small, solid discs of hash.

Me and my brother smoking cannabis from a glass chillum in my bedroom. My dad comes into the room so I slowly put the chillum into the ashtray and stash it in my bedside drawers. My brother leaves the room and my dad finds the chillum. We have a orderly discussion on cannabis smoking, and I say it is no worse than him drinking a bottle of beer/glass of whiskey ever other night.

So the dream started in some sort of underground city. Suddenly it started to flood and we needed to evacuate. We eventually reach a carnival and this little chubby girl walk behind me. I think she looks annoying and she suddenly grabs my shirt and starts to pull. I attempt to get her hand off my shirt, but nothing works. Suddenly a section of my shirt rips off.
I would never do this in real like, but in anger I grabbed a book and began to hit the girl. She was no longer laughing at the fact she just tore my shirt. People I knew in real life began to gather around as the girl grabbed my shirt again, but I just hit her in the face. Soon it was over. I woke up and felt... good.
Probably not good when you have some sense of joy after waking up from a dream like that. Oh well... nothing to be worried about.

This was a small dream. I was not Lucid (I've never been before), but I remember it quite well. I was with a girl I like, we'll call her Emily as an alias, and we were lying down and talking about something. I only remember this bit of our conversation:

Her: "I masturbate you know"

Me: "What?"

Her: "Yeah, but I've never had an...." as if she can't recall the word " an.... an asm"

Me: "Ummm.... you mean orgasm?" nervous to say such an odd thing.

Her: "Yeah, that's it! An orgasm!"

That's all I remember, a strange dream isn't it? Oddly enough she wasn't at school today. Maybe she was.......uh.....no.

VIVID

I started out in a hotel at the beach (90% of my dreams are of beaches) and there was these weird rules, like I had to massage a girls foot before I could skateboard, I was then running downstairs for lotion and I asked the guy "do I have to massage a girls foot" and he said no, so I thought I changed hotels. I then was right by a door and this black lady' boob was hanging out and she went into my room and got 2 people to show their boobs and vajays (wtf??) I was then pissed because my mom woke me up in the middle of it. This was my first actual vivid dream, such as I could see faces clear, around 480p, unlike the usual 240p

I was in a call of duty map, and I was using the commando and I was on top of a very high platform and nobody was shooting at me, so I could shoot people but without even pressing the trigger, just making noises (lmfao). I was scared shitless on top of the platform, I felt a very strong emotion, much like a near death experience.
I then ended up in school after the match was over. I went to my math class and nobody was there, but it wasn't really my class, or my school for that part. So I went to history class and nobody was there either so I went to my grandma's house and went to her pool and my history class was there having a party (wtf?) and then it turned into a beach with small waves.

It was in the evening, just before sunset. I was in my car in the parking lot of an unfamiliar library. I go inside with the intention of studying, but inside it was more like an entertainment place. It had arcades with street fighter games. I sat and played one of the street fighter machines, and I notice that one of the buttons was missing. A girl sits on the machine to my right and begins playing.

At this time I was ready to leave. I take my backpack and begin to walk out, now it seems like a library again, and some kids in there play a prank on me by putting weird stickers (screen covers) on my phone and putting it back in my backpack. Some blonde girl is pulling on my pants as I walk out. However I don't realize this until I am back in my car and I pull it out.

Back in my car, it is now dark. I realize that my engine has been left on the whole time I was inside the library. I look at the hot/cold meter and it is in the middle. However my car seems to be fine, so I take off.

I am driving back, and it feels like I am very far from home. Like I am in Loma Linda after taking Andrew to the Hospital. I try to input my address into my phone to use the GPS system, and this is when i noticed my phones had weird stickers on it, like a screen protector made for a different phone and shit. It is dark and I need to piss so I am looking for a gas station, at the same time I am looking for some fun (strip club, prostitute).

I drive by a brightly lit gas station but I notice a prostitute walking around. I focus my attention on her first. I then notice that the store next to the gas station was some kind of art studio, and there was a naked woman inside posing as a model. I focus my attention on that. By this time the people in the gas station are staring at me, so I decide to go elsewhere.

I go across the street to another well lit gas station, a Valero. When I get out of my car to go inside, I first go inside the wrong store, which was the one next to it.