non-lucid

non-dream / dream / lucid

Tenho a impressão que esse sonho começou após eu ter entrado na biblioteca, no sonho anterior. Estava em casa com mais alguém (talvez meu irmão) e lembro que havia três pessoas transformadas em zumbis (uma mulher, um cara e uma criança), e estávamos fugindo deles. Lembro que resolvemos dar um banho neles e tentamos exorcizá-los. Fiz algumas orações e truques, e consegui exorcizar a mulher. Ela tremia de frio, então a abracei e a coloquei deitada no chão. Em um momento, lembro que fui arranhado pela criança, então fiz um ritual para que eu não virasse zumbi. A pessoa que estava comigo também foi arranhada, então disse que ela precisava fazer com que o zumbi beijasse o local do ferimento e então passar sabão ali. Em certo momento, a criança voltara ao normal, e resolvi assustá-la e arranhei a mãe dela. Ela ficou desesperada, então eu disse que era brincadeira, que eu não era zumbi.

non-dream / dream / lucid

Sonhei estar jogando CAstlevania: Symphony Of The Night de novo, mas, obviamente, o jogo estava diferente do que é na realidade. Estava em uma parte do castelo como se fosse o Castle Keep, já no nível 91. Havia uma entrada no teto, e passei por ela; porém, passei muito rápido e, como era a sala de um boss, acabei passando direto por ele e parando na sala seguinte. Lá, haviam três tipos de inimigos: dois que pareciam o Shaft (porém, um roxo e outro azul) e um outro que parecia uma centopeia gigante. Fiquei matando eles e, inclusive, em uma tocha que havia no chão, peguei um item aparentemente novo: um tipo de cajado (wand) com uma bola branca em cima. Após algum tempo lutando com eles, resolvi voltar e enfrentar o boss. Percebi que eu estava já no nível 99, e a opção "skills" sumira do meu menu. Ao chegara na sala do boss, o chão e o teto se fecharam (haviam duas portas, uma de cada lado). Apareceu então um minotauro bastante grande, mas o matei com apenas um golpe (83). Achei estranho, meu irmão disse que isso também aconteceu com ele. Entrei pela porta da esquerda e cheguei à biblioteca. Havia uma música diferente lá, mas eu a conhecia. Nesse lugar, o fundo era 3D e inclusive havia uma estátua de um demônio que me chamou a atenção por ser bastante detalhada e se mover conforme o personagem. Comentei isso com meu irmão e ele falou que esse remake do jogo estava muito bom.

I was somewhere in Bacolod. I decided to ride a jeep. The public utility vehicles are using a different route, going through the "back" of the city. The place looks beautiful, with trees and green fields. I felt sad that I forgot to bring my camera. Then I remembered; I DO have my camera, but for some reason, I find it troublesome to get it out. So I didn't.

I arrived in a school.

Something about the road felt familiar; like I've been there in another dream.

This was most definitely a weird one, and oh the references I can make to Inception.

It started off with me and three other people, who looking at it now, might have been Ed, Edd, and Eddy, but we were in an eerie looking house on a beautiful day in a field, though night soon came and things get quite creepy. A group of girl scouts came in to tell use to go look for something, and so we did. Along the way, many ghosts and other scary stuff popped out at us, and yet it all sempt very real, yet I didn't wake up, but we found what we were looking for, and I simply stayed in the lower part of the house, which was more like a cave with a single light really, but my brother was there, oddly enough, and he was just sitting there. Here's where the weird part comes in.

I suddenly own this 4-piece device called a DreamNoav, don't ask, I'm not sure either, but what it did was allow you to completely edit your dreams with a click of a menu, in any case, it was just an easy lucid dream. I used it, and what do you know, I was suddenly in a luicd dream. I walked around a village for a bit, not sure what I would discover, but it was shaped in a bit of a circle, and I was alone in this place, unsure what to do really, and that's when, in my dream... dream, I woke up, though not in real life. Instead, I looked to my brother and began to tell him how useful this thing was, and he didn't care, a trait that passed on from real-life, it seems, though I tried to use it again, and I woke up in reality.

So, a lucid dream, inside a dream, which was inside another dream?

This was a nap I took from 1pm-5:30pm. I pulled another all-nighter this night. Gotta stop with that.

First, I was on the internet with this chick. She seemed really interested in me, and we were going to go to Paris together. Tickets to Paris were only $1.04 per person, and I was going to go without even telling my parents. I forget why, but something happened and the girl from the internet suddenly thought I was a creep or something. There was more to this dream, but I only wrote down vague notes.

Then, it was the last day of school, and I was in a class taught by Madame Arcusi. The class was very large, and pretty much my whole graduating class was in there (DE). I was being very annoying the whole time, because I just wanted to get out of there and go to Paris. I knew everyone was getting annoyed, but I didn't care, and I said something like, "Everyone is listening to-" Then I corrected myself, "Everyone is hearing me complain and make annoying noises on purpose." Kate, who was sitting next to me kept asking me to stop. The teacher kept morphing into different people. It started with Madame Arcusi, then they might have been Mrs. Gunther-Brown, but I know at one point they were Mr. Yourison and I remember him coming over to my desk and I was worried he would find something (can't remember what) so I distracted him or something, and he talked to the kid next to me. Behind my desk was a large window, which sometimes led to another classroom, and sometimes showed a go-kart course, depending on when you looked at it. When it was another classroom, I remember seeing this girl who kind of looked like Nicole, but I don't think it was her. When we were finally leaving the school, I mentioned to Kate (but mostly offhandedly to the class) that I finally get to go to Paris now, and she said it was pretty cool.

In the last part of the dream, I was finally in Paris, but I found out that my $1.04 ticket only got me the most run-down room in this hotel. The hotel had nice rooms, but the quality of your room was determined by the amount of money you paid. Outside didn't even look like Paris, by the way. It looked more like a park in Philadelphia in the fall. But anyway, at this point in the dream, I was just watching, and my character had morphed into Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force. His room was just this one bed suspended on this platform on a really high ceiling. The bed had a lever that flipped him forward so he would be facing the other side of the bed. Since this was Carl, he was fine with having a crappy hotel room if it meant he was in Paris, and he was trying to justify it by saying that he'll get bed in breakfast, and that he could put a newspaper on the other side of the bed so that he could pull the lever and switch activities quickly. He kept pulling the lever and saying, "See? Breakfast, newspaper! Breakfast, newspaper!"

Sleep Time: 1:30 a.m - 10:15 a.m

"Solo"
Lisa and Eric have gone to a strange planet. We are all sitting out on the porch of an unfamiliar house while they are discussing this trip. Lisa is saying the planet was very eerie and half-covered in lava. She says the name of the planet is Solo.

"Backyard Party"
I am having a party in my backyard. My dad is there along with some other people I don't know. We are singing Stu's version of "Allentown" from Hangover 2.
After the party is over I start to go inside. As I open the door, a black dog appears behind me and tries to get in. I am pushing it away with my foot as I wake up.

"Disgusting Trip"
I am on a trip with Holly, Melissa, and Alana. We are shopping in a giant mall. We go outside and see a small swimming pool the size of a bathtub and a regular sized hot tub. Some random guy walks by and throws worms in my hair. I'm not sure what's happened but my friends are pointing at my hair and look really freaked out. I immediately jump in the tiny pool and then in the hot tub to try and get the worms out of my hair. I am completely horrified and disgusted. I find some shampoo somewhere and proceed to wash my hair in a sink with it.

I was in the living room watching Azumanga Daioh on TV. My family was in the room with me as well. I laughed, then realized that it was weird that the anime was on TV, and did a reality check. didn't go lucid though, for some reason.

Reoccurring theme of being back in school and in danger of not graduating due to failing a class.

This time I was back in Tustin High and was in an english class with a female teacher. As usual, I am in danger of not passing the class because I had not been showing up. I fear that I have missed assignments and quizzes. I see myself at home in my bedroom, waking up not in time to attend class, and trying to figure out if I can attend a different session as if it was a college course.

I attend class on the final day, and the teacher was giving her final speech to the class. In the middle of the speech, sudents begin to leave the classroom as if the class had already finished. I stayed until the very end, then leave the classroom. The location of this classroom was across from Mrs. Doyle's classroom.

I exit the classroom and the school appeared to be empty, like one of those days where I stayed late after school for 7th period. I run into Oleg, my friend who I have not seen since 5th grade. We talk and I tell him about my concerns with not passing the class.

We walk across the campus to another class, this time a wood shop class. Again I have the feeling that I may not pass this class either.

Within my dream, I had a dream that I died. I woke up from that dream in my dream, and told my friends that I had a dream that I died. We got in my friend's car and started driving - and got in a car accident. I was really dead this time, and I asked my friend if there was money in the ghost world or not. They said no, and I replied asking if we could go to the mall to all get new outfits.

I flew back home to say goodbye to my family. I kept trying to find ways to communicate with them, but it was harder than I thought. I went on my laptop and turned the webcam on and took pictures of myself as a ghost. I looked slightly distorted but still recognizable. After that, I flew to the back porch and saw my cat. I tried petting him on the head, but he looked slightly confused and sad and walked away.

My mom was talking to my sister about a yard sale they went to, and they got a shirt with a bunch of random designs on it, one being a gravestone. They were talking about how ironic that was.

Back in the ghost world, I was trying to always have the ability to watch over my family. I tried to find some 'dream guides' to assist me, and couldn't find one easily. I started reading words that were floating around, and it kept saying stuff about black magic.

11/26/11

NON-LUCID---Explaining

I’m sitting in my English class I had as a Sophomore in Cypress Lakes High School. There were random people, but the two that were noticeable was my English teacher and a girl who was really beautiful.

She had an Auburn dye to her hair in waking life, and she had the same in the dream. She was also wearing a apricot-yellowish shirt with blue jeans, which I believe was the same when I met her in my class.




The teacher was talking to us about something, but I couldn’t remember what. The teacher then decided to give us cookies, but she only gave to her favorites first. A guy next to me on the left had a cookie in his mouth before she gave them out, but she still gave him one.

She gave me one as well, and the girl with Auburn dyed hair as well, and everyone else had to get up to get something else.

I think that was a memory from real life when I was a junior at Cypress Lakes High School when the same teacher offered me some dessert (like some type of fudge) afterschool when she was talking to my AP English Language and Composition teacher.

I was going to move to another school, so I decided to meet some of the teachers since my father had to work before he picked me up.

Then I had another dream where Mark Zuckerberg, co-creator of Facebook, was apparently showing Jim Halpert from the show “The Office” what project Facebook was going to be like. It seemed Mark was a bit younger at this time.




Jim was a bit skeptical about Mark, and when he was looking at the Facebook demo, he was shocked to see a logout button. He literally asked Mark “There’s a logout button?!?!”




Mark smiled more and more as the guy finds out more on what he could do.

That’s all I remember for that one.

I had another dream where I was in a video game or playing it. I think I was trying to kill some type of machine again since it killed me before. I remember the environment being bright as day, with yellowish tiles as the surface.

The vividness was probably equal to PS3 graphics. That’s all I remember.

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Slept for a long time this morning and had plenty of dreams. Had a couple of beers the night before which must have resulted in me having some REM rebound. Got lucid but struggled to remain in the dream.

00.00: Sleep

12.30: Dreams and fragments
*I'm standing on a dock, fishing. The lure I'm using is copper and is great for pike. My dad shows up behind me as I cast. "Getting anything?" he asks me. "Not yet" I tell him. I can feel something tugging at the line and I start to reel it in. I spot a big silvery fish in the water. "Whoah!" I say and pull it up to the dock. I grab the fish and put it on the dock, it's a very big salmon. I decide to let him go. A I catch yet another salmon, this one even bigger but once again I let him go. All of a sudden I can feel a big jerk. I spot the fish surfacing and it's enormous. I get a big scared as I pull it up to the dock. It doesn't give much of a fight but it's still heavy.

"Can I just grab him in the gills?" I ask my dad. He nods and I do. It's the biggest cod I've ever seen. "This one's a keeper" my dad says and brings out a knife. I sit ontop of it as he stabs it in the head, killing it instantly. What a rush! I realise that fishing with a rod is not as effective as a net. I find some net lying around and jump into the water. I swim across the lake with a friend of mine, we're going to place the net across the lake.

*I'm in darkness, just beyond SP. I start imagining a scene and an alley appears infront of me. It's pretty narrow, with cobble stones under my feet. I start going down the alley, taking a few turns here and there. 'Having a gang fight here would be cool' I visualize a few shots going off. A sharp right turn is coming up. The wall gets smattered with bullets. I stop and head back the way I came, entering a door on the side. It leads into another alley with a few people in it. They're all black and wearing blue sport shirts. 'I guess I'm with the Crips.' They're shooting at some people further down the alley.

I decide to take them down. 'Fighting like Wolverine would be cool.' I run towards the group of people. They all shoot at me but I ignore the bullets and deflect some with my hands. With a closed fist I punch each and everyone once in the chest, piercing them with invisible claws. They all fall down but I don't stop. I keep on running through the alley, touching the walls. After a while I can hear my laboured breathing. 'I guess I'm fully in the dream now.' I enter a corridor which leads into a big hall of pillars.

Two guys are talking up ahead. I imagine having a gun tucked into my pants at my back. I grab it and pull it out. It's a glock. I shoot them both, one of them dying but the other one doesn't go down. All of a sudden he's telling me to follow him. I grab the dead guy's jacket. It's white as snow. "Come on! We gotta hurry!" he tells me. I pull the jacket off and put it on. We start running down the hall, it's pretty big with a circular shape. The unknown guy runs ahead of me and keeps disappearing behind pillars. 'Focus! Gotta remain in the dream.' I worry about the dream coming to an end. However it doesn't, atleast not for a minute or so. We continue down the hall and it keeps changing each time we arrive at the same place we were at in the beginning. It's like we're going back in time, pretty awesome.

*I'm playing the new COD game and my friend G is there. I take out a few guys with sniper. He starts whining about who's played the most. We check replays of all the maps recently played and draw the conclusion that he's been playing more. I play another game with a big shipwreck in the middle of the map. I get up on the ship and inspect it.

*I'm at a dinner with my cousins all around. I get into an argument with my sister about something ridiculous. She leaves the table for a while and my mom asks me why I always have to get into an argument with her. I explain that she's the one who starts them. I eat some toast and start talking to my aunt. Her son is about to get a spanking. "This is embarrassing" she says and covers her face. "Meh, don't worry about it" I tell her.

*My brother Morgan is wearing a Darth Vader costume. He's missing the helmet though and he asks me if we should get going soon. I guess we're going to a costume party or something.

12.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 12½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it! I haven't felt like taking any supplements lately, atleast not until I've had a proper lucid off them. I think that lucid was just that, and I think I'm gonna take some G+C tomorrow morning. Perhaps finally achieving my task of finding my dream weapon and smash things with it.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

DJ Log: November 26, 2011 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am cutting some bright copper tubing into various lengths, than standing all of the pieces in buckets. When I touch the cutter against the tubing, it plays a musical note and the frequency is adjustable by moving the cutter along the tubing. While watching a guitar tuner, I align the cutter with the desired note, then squeeze and cut the tubing.

DJ Log: November 25, 2011 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am negotiating a used vehicle purchase from the farmer up the road from my house. He is selling a friend's work van, a GMC cargo van with ladder racks and utility shelves inside. He also has an older Ford 4x4 pickup for sale, but for some reason the van seems more interesting.

He insists that I ride with him to plot out a test-drive path through one of his fields. I get into a small 4x4 pickup with him and we ride off into a field. He blasts through a relatively flat field and says, “This can be a highway test drive.” When we get to the end of the field, he drives up over a couple of dirt hills, then turns around and heads for a large dirt mound. We follow a well carved trail over the mound and through several mud holes. As we're climbing a steep slope at a lateral angle, he says, “This can be the off-road testing area.”

Once we get back to the van, I look it over closely. There are large adhesive signs on the sides that peel off with little effort. I get into the driver seat and look at the dashboard. It has a huge array of control knobs and dials, much like an airplane cockpit. I get out, thinking that this thing is way more complicated that it needs to be. I shut the driver door and walk around to the passenger side. When I open the door, the dashboard has the standard controls and a regular steering wheel on it. I say to myself, “That's more like it...” just before waking up.

After waking, I am a bit mad that I didn't notice the sign. Also, I would NEVER buy or own a GM or Chevrolet product.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was watching some kind of documentary or TV show about a man who had some kind of really bad disease. But I was also, somehow, in the scene, helping the man. The man's disease may have been terminal.

The man was really overweight. He had dark olive colored skin. He wore a running cap and a white, long-sleeved shirt. The man and I may have hugged or something like that. The man seemed to be really grateful that I had been helping him.

There was another scene that I'm pretty sure I wasn't in. It was more like watching a TV show. The man was standing outside, embracing a girl with his right arm. The girl was probably the man's daughter. The man and daughter were surrounded by news reporters.

The man mentioned something about his appearance. It looked awkward somehow. This was, the man explained, because he was going through sex-change therapy. The chemicals he was taking were giving him a more "feminine" appearance.

I wondered why the hell this guy was taking chemical sex-change therapy at this time. He was apparently dying from a disease. Plus, he had to take all kinds of chemicals in hopes of getting rid of this disease. Now he was taking chemicals for a sex change? It seemed like too much for his body.

Dream #2

I was in a living room with my brother. We were probably watching TV. I was laying on the floor. My brother sat on the couch.

My brother told me, "Sit up and give me the device."

As if I had no will of my own, I sat up, as if to get my brother the device he'd mentioned. My brother seemed to gloat about this. He knew he had the power to control people's minds and actions.

I told myself my brother wasn't really controlling me, and that I would get him the device, just to show that I liked my brother and I wanted to help him.

The device was up on the top of the entertainment center in which the TV sat. It may have been just to the right of a VCR or a DVD player.

The device was some sort of rocket shaped like a stick. But its propulsion mechanism wasn't an explosive. It was like a clear lens that used some kind of electronic process.

My brother had attached a camcorder to the rocket. He was going to film what the rocket did. The rocket and the camera together looked like a bottle rocket.

The rocket was made only for destructive purposes. I knew that my brother's first use of this rocket was going to be to crash it into the face of some woman on a TV news program.

In my mind's eye I saw the rocket crash into the newswoman's face. The rocket may have lodged itself pretty deeply into the newswoman's head. It had to be pulled out. When the rocket was pulled out, I may have seen a view of the newswoman's mutilated face.