non-lucid

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I'd just gotten a job at Best Buy. Like anyone on their first day of work, I walked around aimlessly not knowing what to expect, awaiting my orders. I ran into my friend, who was in line at a restock station with a cart to do the transporting. Seeming easy enough, I grabbed a cart too, but ended up in the wrong line, where people were waiting to return items. I had to be told this by a customer. When I get up to the employee giving away the items to be restocked, he looks at me and makes a comment on my appearance, how I'm the scraggliest looking employee he's ever seen. I apologize that its my first day and that tomorrow I'll be more presentable. He nods me off, and tells me he'll make my job easier and places two neon yellow stickers in the basket and sends me on my way.

Not knowing what to do, I ask several employees. Each of whom laugh at me, as if to say "How could anyone be so dumb?" A girl walks up to me, young, beautiful, and my coworker, and tells me she'll show me what to do with them. She walks off into an open and outdoor area and explodes. The smoke from the explosion forms a dragon-like figure, fading shortly after.

I'm now off work, but still in possession of the stickers. I'm at my friend's house and my girlfriend is there with him. I look at her puzzled and she informs me that she'll been cheating on me for quite some time with my friend. They mention how they'd thought it was obvious. Furious at my own ignorance and the betrayal of my friend and girlfriend, I begin to swing on my friend. He jumps into stance but it is no match for my blind rage. I get several good hits on him before I pick him up and slam him head first into the pavement, where he lays lifeless for a moment before motioning his defeat.

My girlfriend, after seeing my passion for her, decides she wants me back. She's says everything she can think of to win my affection back, but it's no use. I pick her up, throw her in the pool, and leave. As I walk down the street downtown, I notice there is a concert event happening. I stop in and notice my friend standing there admiring the band. We share a cigarette.

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my one was at a store......i was with my boyfriend......we had ice cream and walked around the nearby walmart for something to do......then i was going with my parents.....and they drove a while to get to that one.....and i didn't like it because it was a small one.......and we went in a bus and my sister sat in front of me and kept turning around and slapping me and kicking me with high heals.......and i was buying towels (which were stolen by one of my roommates lately irl)

the other one was me in high school......i was sitting in the advanced classes room.....and the teacher was saying i should take an iq test......for fun.....plus she wanted to know........and put it on the shelf at the side.....so others could take it too if they wanted to.....and then she was talking about a test in the psyc. class that was coming up......and i made a face because i don't like tests....especially ones with essays/short answer.....and she said to not make that face...that it'll be fun.....because it's stuff that i find interesting.....(there was this test irl that she said would be fun before because we had to act like real psychologists and diagnose the patient from the case study with the information she gave and was convinced that that would be a fun part to the test)

I was talking to someone in school who just moved to our town about music. He used to play drums, then quit. I told him about my experiences in the school band, and how much I used to hate it. We wound up in the auditorium, which looked a lot like the auditorium in my old elementary school. We took our seats and waited. A girl behind me drooped a t-shirt she was holding, and it floated all the way over to the side of the stage. I offered to go and get it for her. I went over to the stage and behind the curtain, and sure enough, the old band teacher was there. I asked her if she saw a shirt back here and she started to get really mad. She told me "HEY! I happen to LIKE Hannah Montannah." I think she was eating a salad, but I don't remember.

Then I had a FA. I was mad that I couldn't remember my dreams that night. I got up and walked inside, and out into the backyard on the porch.

Then I woke up for real.

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I was outside of a school, it was dark an in front of me was a track an the people running on the track were from band. (Just the day before I had track tryouts at school so I know where this came from.) As we were running, our coach (who sounded like one of my previous coaches) came over a bullhorn and was shouting at us, that we did not get to eat if we did not show better work. The dream scene switched and we were now inside. Mostly everyone was sitting on the ground while I was standing up and we were all eating pizza. We were watching something on tv that I didn't see but could hear and I think that it was "I Survived." After this I barely remember me going into the main hallway and having a conversation with two ladies sitting in chairs with an umbrella over them.
(All of this dream I was seeing people that I know which is one of my dream signs and the fact that they are all from band, which is another one of my dream signs but yet my brain still does not recognize this fact and it makes me miss out on a lot of lucid dreams because just about every one of my dreams has a person I know (or I'm in a band area.), in a place or situation they would not normally be in. Hopefully this gets a lot better. )

After I awoke this morning, I laid there trying to recall as much detail of my dream as I could. I'm not quite sure of the order of the events, so it might seem a little jumbled.

I'm outdoors and standing on a dirt road in what seems like a national forest of some kind. A steep hill rises on one side. There are other guys standing around and we're all wearing shorts, t-shirts and running shoes and it appears we're in some sort of race or competition. But this isn't the actual competition because we're all following a small group who are leading us in running up the hill through the trees. It appears we're doing some sort of dry run and being shown the course. We run up the hill and eventually come to a lake, which we have to get across. The leaders tell us that the first ones who make it across will be able to ride back on a fire truck.

I next find myself at my parent's house. I've gotten everything I need for the contest and am walking out the door but just as the door closes, I realize I left my keys inside the house. So I pick up my stuff and, in doing so, find my keys. (Big sigh of relief!) I read the rules for the race and see that there's a part where you have to go 10 miles on a bicycle but I don't have a bicycle so I'm worried how I'm going to do that part of the race. Then I find a little temporary tattoo with instructions to apply the temporary tattoo on your hand after you're done with the bicycle part of the race. I come up with the idea to just go ahead and apply the tattoo so I can skip that part of the race and start licking the back of my hand so I can put it on.

Next I'm running down the dirt road, trying to find the spot where you run up the hill. I think I find it and turn and start running but the path leads me to the right and I find myself back at my parent's house, running through the yard and down the driveway. Now I'm worried that the dogs will bark, alerting my Mom that someone is in the yard and that she'll see me and wonder what I'm doing. Now I'm worried that I'm so far behind that I'll lose the race. I keep running anyway and eventually find the right spot in the road where I'm supposed to be. Two of the leaders are standing there so I tell them what happened and ask where everyone else is. That's when they tell me that the race is tomorrow, not today.

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]Hytpnagogic[/COLOR]

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[COLOR="blue"]I was in my phiosophy class, but my favourite teacher Therese wasn't there. Instead there was a substitute and for some strange reason she still called me the name the other teacher uses to call me "Chrille". But this teacher wasn't either fun or interesting to listen to. So the whole class got bored and in this vivid dream I even got so angry that I throw all my books on the floor. And I remember that I could control my Spotify player with my mind, although I didn't realised that I was dreaming.

Then outside of the classroom I drank salt water and I was told that I was going to be able to do magical things.
I went out of the school and a cocky guy approached me and said "Hey tough guy, you want a fight huh?" I said "You really don't want to disturb me right now.." "Hah you think you are cool or what" he said.
When he tried to box me I just grabbed his hand and jumped really high, and he looked nervously at me as we flew through the sky. When we landed I didn't make fun of him, instead I hugged him and said "It's okay I wont hurt you, but as I said don't try to bully or dusturb anyone again". He looked scared at me.

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I had another dream about a guy trying to stab me in my home, but I grabbed the knife and I stabbed him instead and I cut his throat with no problem at all.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Scary dreams, but I did one small WBTB this night and that might have put me back on track with the recall again.[/COLOR]

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For the past few nights, I've had dreams about writing and learning to improve my handwriting. the night before last, I dreamed I was in a house taking part in a calligraphy class. Last night, I dreamed I was back in grade school (although I wasn't any younger), learning to write in cursive for a contest.

I wonder what this means, if anything. My handwriting has always been a bit of an annoyance to me. It hasn't changed since fourth grade, and sometimes people find it impossible to read. Maybe my subconscious is using that as a symbol of something else going on in my life.

Or maybe not. Maybe it's just "dream gibberish". But the fact that it's happened two nights in a row really intrigues me.

It was an adventure. I was inside a ship. A wooden ship, like in the times of pirates. It's a sunken ship. There are zombies all over, and we have to avoid them. Zombies and other creatures. I also saw ice several times. But it was more like a platform game, avoiding obstacles and creatures. I was helping a companion.

Then I was up in the air with a few people, as if we were "thrown" there. There are stuff in the air, as if they're pinned on air. Made me feel like I'm in a pinball machine. I slide and jump, hoping to reach something, but falling at the same time.

I landed near a mall. I was inside the grocery store, and was looking for stuff to buy. I bought a sack of rice. Then something about stealing. I'm not sure if it was me or someone else.

So I'm in this dark room...maybe even a military tent. There's this woman who tells me she should have left yesterday because the robot is going to kill her. She says that the robot is programed to kill other robots that are taller than a wall measurement that was in the room we were in. Now that I think about it, it looked almost like the "you must be this tall to ride" things you see in front of roller coasters. I looked at her and told her, she doesn't have anything to worry about. Then she told me she was a cyborg, and that the robot could find out that she has inorganic parts in her. I think I spent the rest of the dream talking to the robot in order to stall it which in turn gave her an opportunity to sneak out.

I'm with my friend and we need to go to this old abandoned house to reclaim some stuff. Turns out it was my grandparents and they moved away so I needed to get some items we left there before the house is destroyed.
We enter the house and reclaim some money and really thats all we needed. I then remember I left some sneakers that I wanted to bring home. I notice that somehow that are missing. My friend tells me they are under the floorboard for some off reason and I rip the floorboard out and reclaim my shoes!
As we leave we are confronted by this horrible man that is playing some game called "peanut butter and jelly". He asks us to play, but we decline. He gets angry and starts to throw stuff at us. We run from him and escape.

Pretty random, and boring dream. Nothing to be too excited about. I've had much better!

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This is my first post, I am trying to be able to remeber my dreams well so I can go lucid.
Here it is.
"Old nebiourhood"
I dreamed I was on my old street in my old town, I used to get lost on those blocks when I was younger. In this dream I would stumble upon alot of construction sites where trees used to be and older houses. I was lost in the dream but also was angry about the amount of construction that was going on in my street.
Thats about it, there were other dreams that night but they were very hard to make out. Just fragments.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a single dream last night and it was pretty cool. I guess it was a nightmare, I didn't feel happy exactly when I woke up but now that I think back on the whole experience: awesome!

00.00: Sleep

04.30: From prison to zombie survival
"Use these to distract the guards, then change the combination code" a guy I know tells me and hands me a razor blade that is cut up into tiny little pieces. I throw some on the ground.



Two prison guards show up and grab me by the arms and lead me into a room with one old school holding cell aswell a small box of a room in the middle of it. I spread the razor shards all over the place without them noticing. With a flick of my finger I make them all explode at once. "What was that?!" one of the guards ask the other and they run out of the room.

I take my chance and run up to the box-like room. On the door is a keypad, I can see a button that says: "Change password" and I press it. It seems to have a four digit code. I enter my first four birth digits and walk over to the old school cell with prison bars. All of a sudden a bunch of prison guards show up and I can't do anything. I still have lots of razor blade shards in my hand and I hide them as best I can.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" one of the guard says as he notices I'm holding something. All of a sudden the entire scenario changes in an instant. There's a window and outside I spot a coworker with a bunch of people. "Okay! Do you guys really want to die that bad? Fine then!" I say angrily. They decide to hear me out. I open the window and ask the coworker, Bosse, if he can take me and the guards with him. "Only if they know how to go down a river in a raft" he says. We're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and we're going to try to survive.

"If you're coming then you have to hurry the fuck up" he says and grabs a chain saw. I can see a whole bunch of zombies closing in on him and his group. One guy gets dragged off screaming. I walk back to the guards and explain to them they have to act quickly. "Go!" I yell and everyone scatters. It seems like I'm in my grandma's house. I head upstairs to try to find something useful when I realise I've already packed my bag. 'Something to keep it dry then... I find a sweater that I put on then head downstairs. "Let's go guys!" I yell.

In the kitchen I find a guy looking through some drawers. "Here, you need this" I say and take the small knife he has on him and hand him a much bigger one. I grab one myself. I exit the house through the front door, right away I hear a weird growling sound behind me. I look back.



She starts walking towards me but at a very slow pace. I jog to the front of the house and take a right where I know a big field of grass is. I spot two very long lines of people, atleast two hundred of them. They walk slowly in groups, one heading towards the woods and one going alongside the buildings. There are single individuals scattered all over the place aswell. My other grandma, not the one who owns the house, shows up. She looks pale and holds my cousin. "Hey Matte!" she says. She tries to hug me but I feel something's not right. My grandpa and my uncle is at he back of the big line going into the woods.



I run away from her and dodge as a zombie tries to grab for me. Even though they're very slow they're scary as hell. "Look over there" my mom says from nowhere. "They seem to enjoy it." I look to the right at the second line of people and a small hill they're walking past. At first it looks like there's a slaughter at the hill, things flying over the people, but after looking more closely I can see it's just water. They're spraying the zombies or people, I'm not quite sure at this moment, with water.

I head towards the second line to check it out more closely. Up ahead one of the houses has a weird mask shop. It has dark masks in different colours in a little stall. The line keeps walking on at an even pace. Without realising it, I've ended up in a corner. A big fence cuts me off from the line and the only way out of there is back, where a zombie is walking my direction. I can't be bothered to stay in the dream any longer and wake up.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 5½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it! The last part of the dream I guess is lucid, but won't count the dream as one. I've done that loads of times when I've had just too much from a nightmare like that and woken myself up. Also was pretty cool to be able to calculate exactly when I fell asleep according to the time I woke up from the dream. At the end of my REM period.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

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The first thing I remember about this dream is that there is more too it than I remember, so let's jump right into it. I'm walking toward a crowd of people with many familiar faces. People are sectioned off into a group, almost like a dinner party. I notice an already full group of my friends shrugging at me, but I'm not discouraged because I turn my head to see a group of my best friends, along with two employees from the local record store, with an open spot.

Settling in, I realize there are several bands scheduled to play that I'd known in my youth, but never payed much attention to. For that, I'm somewhat excited. My group and I briefly discuss a game plan for the afternoon as if there is some task for us to complete by the end of it. A pop-punk band starts playing, and I'm reluctant to enjoy it because of what the record store employees might think.

Small portions of groups start to break off and walk towards the back of the room. Breakfast is being served, so I decide to jump in line with a couple of my friends until we realize how long it's going to take and that it'd be less troublesome to just wait for the line to die down. It's all very vague after this point, but I remember there being some dialogue during and after this fragment.

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