non-lucid

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[COLOR="blue"]Can't write much now, but I remember that after I had come home from le party I got to bed. But I dreamt that I was on another party and was very oddly enough very aware of it. But I wasn't lucid, but it was like dreaming fully aware, although you don't suspect that it's a dream.[/COLOR]

No WBTB until I'm better.

Also, I'm going to write this one as if it's a story. Let's see how this'll work out. The parts I don't remember will be represented as an ellipsis.

Expect it to jump around. There's going to be a few plot holes.



I could only use one element at a time, it seemed, represented by my failure to fuse rock and water. The mud born from the experiment sank me down to the bottom of the pond, where it then proceeded to restrict my movement. The room I was in was just large enough for a small pond, and a path around it that seemed to lead into the next room, marked by a dark doorway. The pond itself was wholly artificial, and resided within a large cubic indentation in the middle of the room. Lily pads of varying size and shape populated the surface of the somber-colored water, and every quick glance at the pond emulated within me the sense of danger that mixing elements presented me with. ...and jump from platform to platform, as you would in a game...on our adventure.


Anthony and I, along with some faceless friends, thought it best to use the rocket scooter. ...We knew we wouldn't be able to get out so easily. I took inventory of our surroundings. Snow blanketed the entire area, and business was booming. Crowds devoured the product stands, and tourists walked about the place. To my left, there was a stand built out of the walls of the enormous, inside-out hill we were all inside. While business was indeed flourishing, many people seemed eager to play in the water at the shore to my right. I could see through the hole above the stand in front of me that the Olympics were going to start soon. I looked up at the snowy hill we flew down, and could barely make out the top. The wall behind me responded to its doppelganger with a half-pipe sort of shape. With a bit of thought, I arrived at the idea of momentum. I mounted the rocket sled we came on and put my plan into action. It seemed to be working for a little bit, but I found myself sliding back down the hill only inches from my goal. Another man grabbed my attention when he grew frustrated with a similar problem to mine, and decided to dig his way out. Just then the dog was in many, tiny, blocky pieces, and committed a foul act on the red carpet. The house we were in consisted of only a single room, and a door to the road from where we came. There was a red couch at the far end of the room, and complemented the position of the door. Miscellaneous pictures and paintings hugged the maroon walls, and where there were none, there were windows from which I could make out the Olympic ditch far down below.


We needed to execute a quiet escape if we were going to get away from the experiments they were performing on human subjects. The sheer size of the island would be enough to discourage most people, but we were up to the task. Dylan and I kept our cool for the most part, but James Franco was nervous about our plan. The prison complex we were getting out of turned out easier to navigate than initially expected. Dylan's acid spit kept spewing from his mouth, and served as a constant reminder of the position we were in. We were out of the bulk of the complex, and we enter the night air. There wasn't much room on the metal rafters that we had to continue on. From the rafters, I could see the ocean. The calmness of the dark waters juxtaposed the danger we all faced. ...As I pulled myself up on the platform, I froze. The surveillance monkeys fled their cages, and knew their targets. I had to keep still until they turned away, and when they did, I seized my chance and climbed up. Hitler below me several stories down was not a happy fellow. James Franco chose a very bad time to have a nervous breakdown.

Sorry the third dream isn't written as strongly as the other two. I got lazy.

Also, I might do this again, but a little differently. I felt limited the way I did it this time.

DJ Log: November 11, 2011 – 3:45AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am walking along a dirt road on the edge of town with a guy, both of us barefoot and shirtless. On the left side of the road are a couple of houses and to the right is a large dirt field. We come upon a small junk yard and stop for a bit to look at it. I suggest that we dig around and try to find a junkyard car to drive around. The guy gives me a strange look, then keeps on walking.

As we're walking along, he spots a garden hose laying along the road. He picks up the end of the hose and starts stretching it out along the road. After a bit, he drops the end and keeps on walking. I pick up the end and drag the host out into a the field, then across a broken down fence row. I walk along for a bit, then climb up onto a fallen tree. As we're walking along on the tree, I see a couple of dead snakes hanging from the branches. One of them is a relatively fresh kill and the other is well decayed.

After a bit, we find another fallen tree that crosses over the one we are walking on. We climb up over it and continue walking. After a short while, I encounter a large sticker bush. I press through the first couple of branches, then decide that this is far enough and turn around. Once I get back to the spot where the two fallen trees cross, I find another dead snake. This one is well decayed and there are several large ants carrying small pieces of the rotten snake away. As I watch, the head of the snake moves, then I can see that several ants have severed the head from the snake and are trying to carry it away.

In order to avoid the ants, I step up onto a large branch and cross over top of the area where the ants are. As I climb along, I find another branch that goes back down to the main part of the tree. It's a bit difficult to climb over to the other branch as there are several broken branches in the way. I manage to push my way through a few branches and return to the tree. As I walk along, I can feel some of the ants walking around on my back. I reach back to brush them off, then continue walking along the tree. As I get to the end, I hold onto a broken branch and climb down off the tree, then I wake up.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream drove me up the wall. I classified it as a fragment because I'm unsure whether it was a bunch of small dreams back-to-back, or just a single long one.

I woke up in my bedroom, in the middle of the night in a false awakening. The room was dark, with a slight pale blue glow coming from underneath the bedroom door. I couldn't see anything but I was definitely in the right bed, with the covers almost completely over my head. I groggily put my head up a bit and looked at the red numbers of my digital clock on the lower side table (positioned to the left of my bed). They read properly, saying 1:47. I didn't think much of it and went back to sleep.

I woke up again and groaned, thinking I would have to get up for school soon. I was in the same bed with the same light coming from the door, darkness, and I looked at my clock. This time, it said 2:47. I exclaimed, "only one hour?" and put my head down again. This same pattern continued two more times, with the next times reading 3:48 and4:48. By the end of this string, I felt very pissed off and annoyed because I was only sleeping in hour-long increments. It was a little hard to tell if this was a dream at first, but the nature of this whole situation confirmed to me that it was a dream. I never wake up like this, and usually only wake up once (or not at all) during the night.

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I was listening to Danzig and Sex Gang Children on Last.fm while eating cheese and crackers.

11/11/11

NON-LUCID

I was inside of this mini-mart at a gas station. I was looking at the used items section. I saw binders and some useful things. There was a small binder that caught my eye. Then a person I knew is the cash register of the gas station and apparently I needed to show her my ID.



She thought I wasn’t 18 when I was paying for my stuff, so she writes something on my ID card and I got pissed at her. I asked the manager why she’s doing it, and on the back of it was “we like.”

What the hell?

Then the dream before that felt so long. I had to use my voice recorder to shoot something, like reconfiguring the controls before I actually played.




I had to shoot three times make some door open. I’m escaping in all of these random rooms, it was like being in a laboratory with gray metallic doors. Then when I get out, there were bright lights, as if I was in Las Vegas.



Then this girl in a gray convertible car and asked if she can help me find my way because I was lost.



The girl in the backseat behind me was apparently some royal figure’s daughter, and the friend helping me was helping her escape. She was probably just a present, but what I can remember is her wearing a green dress and was red-headed.



Then I have another dream where I’m doing the same configuration test, but there are more people who are newcomers. I ignore them and pressed the recorder 3 times to open the door. Then I’m in a college room the size of a congress meeting room.




It had red carpets and a yellowish-tint to the walls, but I think it was the walls. Then I’m going down to get to my seat and I was checking my batteries. I got mad because I didn’t have my cover for the recorder to conceal the batteries, but I found it on the floor and just fixed it.

Then I get out of the room but I can’t remember anything else.

10.11.2011

The Dream of the Apocalypse Train (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The end of the world is coming. Part of the population can be saved, and in an original twist, actually the majority: there is enough room to host 90% of the world's population in bunkers.
The chosen are being evacuated by train, and I'm part of them with my parents and my own. We go to the station and board the train. But I'm not sure that my best friends are evacuated, and I'm not feeling too enthusiastic at the idea of being at the hands of the military, so at the last minute I get off the train. I just have time to shout to my family: "I love you" before the train takes off, thinking that I'll never see them again.
Then I find myself with the 10% left behind. I go to a small town near mine. Influence: this is the hometown of a colleague of which we talked recently. The people are in a kind of stupor.
I think I need wool to knit a hat for the incoming (nuclear? volcanic?) winter, so I go to this wool shop. Influence: I mentionned the town's sewing shop to my colleague. There are actually quite a lot of people in the shop. I explore every shelf but I can't find the colour and texture I'm looking for. Influence: I failed to find proper yarn on this island.

Dream:

I dreamed that I was standing in my old living room. Suddenly my sister Susan came in. She looked like she did when we were in college. I went to her and hugged and hugged her, and she hugged me back. I started sobbing. I had missed her so much. I knew that I was the only one in the room that could see her. Part of me wondered what anyone else would think if they saw me . But I didn't care and I kept hugging her.


This was a very emotional dream. Just writing this is making me cry again.

I can only remember a fragment of the dream I had last night, but it is the first dream I have remembered for a very long time.

I was either in school or in a store of some kind and I went up to a man who was sitting behind a table selling things, but he only spoke French and we could not understand each other. I can barely read French and I certainly can not speak it in waking life, but for some reason in the dream I started "faking" what I thought was good French and apparently it was because the man behind the table and I had a long and cheerful conversation with me. I knew by the sound of it that we were speaking French, but I had no idea what either he or myself was actually saying.

This time I was dreaming that I was in a wearhouse and people were walking around and I stopped and thought "I can do anything in this dream, I have special powers." Then all the DCs faced me and clapped and cheered. This caught me off guard.

Then I was in brightly lit room on the floor and I was making up a sign

something like this but with sprinkles too.
This was really un-guy like. While putting on the sprinkles I started to think "what am I doing???" [you're making a poster for the hip 80's band Got Mouth], a female thought told me. I didn't recognize the name of the band but more so I didn't like the silly ridiculousness of this, it was so not me!
Thats when my view panned a bit over to the left side and I saw someone in the space where I was a half second ago and it was the short haired girl, oblivious to me comfortably sitting on this floor folding paper for the sign. There was no way she had just sat there, I came out of her somehow. She looked older than beofre maybe early 30s.
Dream ended.
In an earlier dream, she did say that she was me. I seem to be dreaming through someone else's dreams, this is very interesting. I haven't gotten a name of her yet, working on it.

Still sick, so no WBTB. No LD.

We'll go from vague to vivid on this one.

There was one part that had something to do with Jenn, and a phone or something.

I remember one part I was in the old house, and we had this puppy, and it was defective or something, so I threw it in the trash. I remember seeing the trash wriggle around as the puppy was jumping around inside. Don't worry it was DE that it was not a real puppy, so no pets were harmed in the dream. Then I went to the living room to watch TV with Sean. We had a crap ton of channels, and we put on something about music, or boxing. Something like that.

There was also this part where Brian, Mom, and I were in this multicolored hotel. Each wall had a different color, and the color was bright and very solid, like Microsoft Paint colors. The place was very blocky as well, so every time the walls would curve or something, they instead formed a corner, and a whole new flat surface. And each flat surface was a different color. Magenta, lime green, and yellow are the first ones that come to mind. Anyway, These bad guy(s) with gun(s) were coming to the hotel. Brian tried to stop them, but was unsuccessful. I called 911, and I told them I was at this hotel, and they said they were on their way. But when I hung up, I realised that I never actually told them the address of the hotel. There was also this one part with cartoon characters or something.

Then, I had a pretty interesting dream where I had a bunch of pets, and they were all Pokemon. This part of the dream took place in my house (I was living on my own) and it was late at night, raining outside, and very dark. I was in the kitchen, and the only light that allowed me to see was from the moonlight outside, and it bathed the kitchen in a dim light, but the color wasn't pale. It was more like there was just a dim light on inside the house. The one half of the kitchen was vaguely reminiscent of the kitchen in my current house, but with some alteration in the position of the cabinets. the second half was completely made up. If I face away from the counters and cabinets, I could walk forward and go through a doorway on the left, which led to a hallway and stairs instead of a living room like usual. There were only walls on the right of me, and past the door was a white fridge, not unlike the fridge I used to have in my old house. Beyond the fridge was a window, and it was darker than you could imagine outside, yet this was the window that let the light in, strangely enough. The only Pokemon I remember seeing were Rattata and Zapdos. I looked over by where the fridge was and noticed that Zapdos was laying motionless on the floor. Next to him was the Rattata. Anyway I wasn't sad that my favorite Pokemon died because I thought, "Hell, I'll just make another one." I know there was a part where I had this cook book-like instructional guide on how to build another Zapdos, and his legs were a main ingredient, but I don't remember much else. Anyway the next part of this dream had nothing to do with the first part, but you could tell it took place in the same setting, with the same vibe in the air, and the same dark night. Mom found out she had cancer, and she came into my room to tell me. My room had a BUNCH of posters everywhere, but they were all the same, but they were giving off a more "decoration" vibe than useless posters. Sean and Brian were in my room as well. I asked Mom how we would be able to afford treatment. Then she told me we would have to move very far away because of all of this. Then there was this weird part where there was this weird visual filter that made it so you could see sound via waves. So if you heard a C note, you saw this metal wire wave across your vision in the correct frequency.

The last dream I had started out with Darth Vader and I, along with some mutual friend, and we were in this restaurant. The place was very spacious, and had a lot of TVs all over the walls, the same way Applebee's has knick-knacks all over their walls. The spaces where you could see the walls were light blue, and there were also giant windows in which you could see outside. The table we were sitting at was square and very small. Darth Vader and I were play-fighting with fake light sabers, and I swear I chopped off his arm like ten times. We got into an argument about this he told me he has this invisible shield that covers most of his front upper torso, and his hands were in that area, so they didn't get chopped off. I said he should have mentioned this in the first place. Then I was outside in a bunch of snow with class at school. We had to slide things down this hill into this little mound of snow for some reason. Then I was in school, and it was the second day, so everyone was still getting used to their schedules. The school was set up differently, but oddly, it was the same setup as in a previous dream. The main hallway was unnecessarily wide, as was the lunch room. In my dream, I was a pretty popular guy, like in middle school. Anyway, I was still used to the schedule I had the year before, so instead of going to class, I went to lunch. In my dream, Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn were all best friends or something. I was sitting in lunch for a while, and I realised this wasn't where I was supposed to be, and I looked up at Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn, and I said something like, "Oh no! I didn't miss much did I?" or, "This isn't the right class, is it?" I got up and went to my real class, which was this elective writing class. Kyle was in this class (why does he feel the need to make a cameo appearance in all of my dreams?) and so was Cassandra. Our assignment was to draw these UFO's and a lot of people were copying each other, even though we had a template to copy. Cassandra came up to me, and said something about the assignment, or made some sort of joke. Then, I was thinking about something (it wasn't important) and then Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn, who were also in the class looked at me. Jenn said, "Is everything alright?" It's interesting that this happened because in real life, back in 9th grade, I felt like my friends were ditching me (spoiler: they were) and I never found out why. I'm sure it was nothing personal. It was more like we just drifted apart. But anyway, I was spacing out one say in class thinking about this, and Jenn asked me if I was alright. I had a huge crush on Jenn at the time, and I didn't want to seem like a debbie downer, so I said, "No, I'm fine, why?" She said, "Because you look worried." I replied with, "No, I'm good." I always wondered what would have happened if I actually talked to her about it. But anyway, in the dream, I responded with one of those wobbly hand signs that mean, "Ehhh...kinda so-so." Then I said, "Not really," and they gave me this worried look. Since I was actually feeling fine, I reassured to them, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, I'm good." Only this time, I meant it.

Feels good, man.

Oh, also in the same dream, Iyannah and Martha were in the class, and both were really hot, but they were sisters, and both of their names were Ibouku, and they had different last names. Martha caught me staring at her, and she thought I had a crush on her.

I don't mean to bring my personal life onto here, I just felt the dream needed explaining.

I was in Egypt, in one of the pyramids, and I came up to a large wall that had a bunch of stuff on it, like drawings, and the robot aliens from Fifth Element were there with me. When they showed up, the kid that was helping me ran off, and I remember running after him, but by the time I got to him, I was at the entrance of the pyramid, and he was already half way down the extremely large amount of stairs. I yelled out to him that he was a pussy, but it wasn’t in English.

I turned around, looked at the robot aliens and we all shrugged our shoulders, said screw it, and went back to work on the wall. I was in like an underground room, at a wall that I think was made of stone, like Egyptian type stuff, and there were people there with me. We were all talking about a hidden, or lost, treasure. But the wall was more like a door, just one big ass door like they show to be in the pyramids and whatnot in the movies when dealing with the Egyptians. I did something to make the wall go up, and I went into a giant room, all dark, except for my torch, and in the room, it was nothing but bags of gold coins. I looked around in amazement, and knew that I had found it, and that I’d finally be rich as hell.

Inside a castle, with reddish tint. Betrayal. A king and his wife. The wife was killed by an assassin. I was a knight of sorts. I went to the dungeons to talk to someone. A prisoner?

I was walking outside with some people. Forest-like. Then we finally emerged beside a mall, SM. But it was difficult to cross the wide puddle of water on the soil. One of our friends, a girl, wanted to save the bees, and released them.

the one was in an old house.....there was a sign outside that said how many rooms were taken....i think it was supposed to be a haunted house and they were trying to get people to see how long they could stay

the other was at a lake.....this guy took this thing (no idea what it was)....to the center of the lake and was eaten by a tentacle creature in the lake.....it threw me out when i tried to get to him to help him...i called him my dad but he wasn't my dad irl.......then i was on a bridge thing that was really long and went over the lake and this person pushed a button and i was supposed to go down hidden stairs to something.....i'm not sure what...but that person was leading me there and wanted something from me

Last nights dream

I am at a house and i'm with a female friend ((not a real life friend, just a dream character friend)) We are stopping and sleeping at this house for some reason. This house resembles mine in parts but only a little. Someone told us to stay there but i don't know why. We are both in bed, a double bed, she is on the left side and I am on the right side. I feel myself being moved across the bed away from her, not alot but I am being moved by some unseen "presense", I decide to try and ignore it and move back again. ((dream skip)) I am downstairs and i can still feel this "presence" with me, it's a bad feeling and I don't like it one bit. I open the door which leads to the kitchen, there is a dog inside. As I open the door there is a black bag on the floor next to it, wedging it and stopping me from opening it fully, I can only open it enough so that there is a small gap. I peek inside and the dog is cowering up the corner of the far wall. I shout the dog and it eagerly comes over to me, it's a lovely friendly dog and it's a black collie cross and I think its my dog from when I was a child. I really begin to fear for this poor helpless dog. I tell the dog to go onto it's bed but it wouldn't, instead it went and cowered in the corner again as if it was scared of something. I shut the door and go back upstairs. I felt the "presence" stringer now but i decided to get back into bed and ignore it again. I said something about the "presence" to my friend who was still in bed and she was also scared. I am now lying in bed and again feel this "presence", it's pulling the cover off us again, I pull it back and then the duvet is quickly pulled from us again, O amholding onto it and won't loose it, this "presence" drags it right off the bed and i am being dragged with it. I am in the air still holding onto the cover and i'm being pulled quickly against the wall and i'm heading towards the corner. I feel the corner getting closer and i know that if i get dragged into the corner I will be gone forever ((dream skip)) I am now standing in the bedroom and i scream to my friend "WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE NOW!!!" We both run out of the room and down the stairs, we feel the evil charging after us and i think about the freightened dog and I go to get her. I quickly shove the door open as far as I can and i call her, she is really pleased to see me and hurries over, I pick her up and hold her tight, I head towards the front door and then I wake up