non-lucid

These dreams are a couple days old

Under Water

I was in someone elses apartment. I tried to leave through the garage, but when I opened the door that led from the house to the garage, I heard an evil moan. I turned and ran the other way.

I ended up in a room with an angled floor. (I wonder what that represents). Somehow, I was supposed to be underwater, but I wasn't...though all around me were huge aquariums. The only one I really saw was for penguins.

I was concerned about being underwater even though I could breathe. Eventually, someone who worked at the aquarium opened a door from between two of the aquariums. Seeing my chance to escape, someone else yelled, "Fire!" and I ran out.

I was then in Florida in a neighborhood where every house had a boat on a lift, and every street looked the same, with sandy, shell-littered road. That's all I remember.

A Nothing Lucid

I entered a dream lucid, but I was thinking I was awake, or maybe lucid. I tried to manifest a woman, but I couldn't because I thought I was too awake. In hindsight, I realized I was lucid.

I have concluded in waking life that by the time you do an RC, you already know you are lucid. In contrast, I realize that THIS is why you should do an RC. Oh well.

Later, not lucid, I saw a lady standing a couple feet away in a silk neglige. She scratched herself with her pinky. I thought it must have been very soft.

I visit a bunch of girls im dating. none of them are real people. I smash up their colored pencils without them knowing and blood squirts out of them. I have to hit the pencils really hard and they crack. this secretly hurts the girls somehow.

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My mother, father, and a very young me exit from the main doors at the mall. Judging by the fact that my other brothers are absent and I'm so young, I can conclude that this dream is a vision of the past. It's dark outside and ambient lighting reflects off little pools of water left by a recent rainfall. I can hear the sound of tires tearing through them as I watch my past self and parents detach themselves from the rest of the crowd.

Suddenly, without any warning, little me bolts from the side of my parents on roller skates. I'm going very fast and seemingly in control of my balance, but oblivious to the danger that I face in the busy parking lot. Immediately my mother takes off after me, hysterical that I may be hit by a car. Instinctively I follow after her, also on roller skates, to help her catch my young self. After several minutes of extremely close (and what felt like life-threatening) swerves and skids, she finally caught up to me. Around the same time, I went to grab myself but realized I was something of a ghost and my hands went right through me.

My roller skates were off now, and my mom was still hysterical. It seemed she blamed herself for me wanting to run away, she left me (now safe) with a bottle cap in my hands and an empty beer bottle in hers. She wandered in circles mumbling to herself and ended the conversation with a shattering of the bottle she had in her hand. Throwing it so high, I had to strain my neck to see the peak of the arch it made.

Watching this made me overwhelmingly sad and I blamed myself. I awoke and the sadness lingered. I felt for a second that this may have actually happened, but I don't remember it fully because I was so young. I think I'm going to call my mom an tell her I love her : )

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Dream/Fragment

I was in the middle East and I was running with some of the cast of Kinnikuman. I climbed over a bridge and saw Robin Mask. He said something sad and took his helemt off, he then looked like Ashuraman.

No WBTB, because I forgot again, and no MILD, and no LD.

First, I wrote down in my dream journal "Talk in song." I don't remember what this means.

Then, I remember smoking with Anthony and John, but then I was in this haunted house with Anthony and Alec. This part of the dream was very interesting, but I don't remember really any of it, aside from ghosts, and that it had a weird plot.

Then, I was in my backyard of my current house with my cousin, Ryan, and his step dad, Butch, who I've known for the majority of my life. We were tossing around a baseball, and it was a very sunny day. For some reason, in this dream I couldn't catch a ball, and I kept either missing, or running away from the ball like I was afraid of it. I also couldn't throw it at all.

I also wrote down a song that popped into my head. This happens a lot, and when they pop up, I can hear the specific instruments, and the special effects and everything. It's pretty cool, but anyway, I wrote down the intervals in my dream journal so I didn't forget them. I went to play them on the piano when I woke up, and it didn't sound as good.

Then, I remember this part where I was in class, drumming on my desk, like I always did. Kate Barr, who was the first person I had a crush on back in 1st through like 4th grade, asked me to stop because it was getting annoying. I explained to her that it wasn't a big deal. Then she said it was unhealthy. I said, "How is it unhealthy? It's just one of those nervous habits that you do passively, like chewing a pen cap, or jiggling your leg." She replied with, "Oh, that's really bad, you should stop." Wtf?

Then I was in my old house, and I was with Ephraim, Stephanie (?), and some third person. We were In my upstairs hallway, and we were outside the bathroom working on this chemistry lab assignment. We had this bowl of green solution, which was acid or something. Ephraim kept talking or humming or something, and one of the group asked him to stop because he breath was bad. When I was looking at the bowl of acid, everything around me turned into a classroom. My group mates were gone. Some how, the class was done, and I got a good grade. Then we found out that we had two more hours before the class was over. Anthony was there, and he didn't do his chem lab, and he needed to or else he would fail. I said, "Just do it, you have two more hours." His argument was that we had two more hours until school was over, not two more hours for this class alone.

The clearest part of my dream was the last one I had. I was at my Dad's, but his house wasn't the apartment he lives in now. It was a very large mansion. We were standing in front of a vault with a picture of a lady on the front. He said, "You're going to get married some day, right?" I said, "Yes, but I don't really find anyone interesting." Then, we were playing a word game on this little table in a hallway. The hallway was huge, and could easily pass for the main room in a fairly large house. We were up against a wall playing. It was Scrabble, but it was DE that it was something else. Anyway, someone played the word "omniscient" and we got into an argument about who was pronouncing it correctly. I said om-ni-shint. He said om-ni-sigh-ant. I told him I was right, but he wouldn't believe me. He went to get a dictionary, and I said, "Don't worry about it, let's just play the game." He said he already had the book out. He found the word, and found out that I was right. Then he said something he would NEVER say in real life, "I hate it when you think you're right, but then you just prove me wrong." It's actually pretty funny for me to write that down, because my dad is a smart guy, he's not usually wrong. In fact...I can't remember a time when I proved him wrong in anything, really. Anyway, Sean wasn't there because he was busy with some stuff, because he was living on his own or something. After the whole dictionary thing, he suggested that we go to breakfast. I wanted to show him some of the music I listen to on the way there, and I got images of us driving there while listening. Then "More Than A Feeling" by Boston started playing in the background. Then the song switched to something by Fleet Foxes. Anyway, I was about to get up, when I saw something in my eye. There was this black spot in my vision that wouldn't go away. My left eye closed, and I could now barely see. My dad said something like, "Let's go! We're going to be late." I said that I can't. I couldn't because of the thing in my eye, but I didn't mention this yet. We then had a back-and-forth that escalated into argument. Then I said, "I can't because I can't see!" He thought I meant that I was blind. I reassured him that I could see, but I can't open my left eye, and there is something in my right. He looked in my right eye, and said there was nothing in there. Suddenly, I was in the bathroom, which was the bathroom of my current house, and I was looking in the mirror to find a black thing in my eye. I didn't see anything, but all the while, I could see it in my vision. Then I went to the bathroom, and for some reason there was a shower head over the toilet that turned on, but I didn't get wet. There was also this plastic grate over the toilet. And poop appeared in the toilet even though I was peeing. Then I noticed that there were ants crawling up me. I couldn't flick them off because my right hand wasn't working, and they were really strong. I brushing them off, and they either clung onto me, or clung onto my hand. I was freaking out. Then I woke up, and saw an ant-shaped piece of fuzz right in my vision where the thing was in my dream. It was also the ant that I saw crawling up my chest, and was the reason I couldn't brush them off, since I wasn't actually moving the fuzz out of my vision. Crazy stuff.

At first, I was at my Aunt Sandy's house, but it was very different. It was more like a mansion mixed with a log cabin rather than her usual set up. Not to mention, in my dream, she only had one kid, and he doesn't exist in real life. His name was Bruce. I was spending a lot of time with Bruce, playing with him and whatnot. We were in what I guess would be the main room. It was very cozy, and the dominant color of the room was brown. There was a fire place, two couches, and a coffee table in this tiny room. It gave off the vibe of a log cabin, but it wasn't a log cabin. There was a short hall by the fireplace that led to another room that wrapped around into the kitchen, from where you could re-enter the main room. Anyway, Bruce and I were playing, and he had this plush folder. It was very floppy, and it was DE that it was tradition that young kids in our society had these floppy folders, and carried them around everywhere. It was like a backpack, but it was about the size of one's torso, and about as thick as a magazine. It was brown and soft and fuzzy. Bruce also had that Star Fox game for the DS. When we were done, I took the DS card and flipped it like a coin. I don't know why. But anyway, it landed in the folder, which was, for some reason, a bad thing. So, I was worried that I might have lost it, and I was looking through the folder. I went through a lot of Yu-Gi-Oh cards, and Alec's dad was there for some reason, and he said something about the cards. He was sitting on the couch next to me reading a newspaper. Anyway, I finally found the game to give back to Bruce, but Bruce wasn't there anymore. I was suddenly in the kitchen, eating these delicious...pancakes? Maybe they were french toast? I don't know, but they had a lot of maple syrup, and creme fraiche or something. Half way through eating, I remembered the game, and that I had to give it back to Bruce. It was suddenly DE that there was some wedding or something, and everyone was going, but we were all meeting up at this place first, even though everyone was already there in Aunt Sandy's kitchen, except Aunt Sandy and Bruce. I remember asking Brian, "Will Bruce be there?" I wanted to return his game. Brian told me to be patient and calm down, which really annoyed me, and I turned to Sean, and I said, "That didn't answer my question at all." He agreed. So I walked around the kitchen, through the main room, to get to the other side of the kitchen because it was so crowded in there. I went up to my mom, and asked the same thing.

Suddenly, I was in this big mansion-like place. It was the last day of school, and this place was for all of the seniors to hang out for the last day. Since I didn't really talk to anyone in school, I was just wandering around the place aimlessly looking for something to entertain myself until we had to leave. The place was like three stories high, and had stairs and elevators to each level. There was really nothing in any rooms, but it was DE that people were somewhere in there having a party or something. Anyway, I found out that I could the elevator to the top floor, and ride this slide down to the bottom floor, so I did that a few times. Suddenly I was outside the place, and a lot of people were there, and it was like we were in someone's backyard. I was standing in front of a trampoline with Alann and Kyle Moken. There were a lot of people about, but they were just anonymous dream characters. Alann, whose strange sense of humor is that if he acts gay, it's funny, comes up behind me, rubs my back and says, "I'm the sun, make you feel warm." The warmth was from the friction on my back. Then a little while later, he does it again, this time saying that jumping jacks will make me warm. I, just trying to fit in and tying to just humor the guy, went up to him and stood behind him without doing anything, but I said, "Rape, make you feel warm." I was trying to be funny since there's friction in rape like the other two things, but it's not pleasant like the other two things. Kyle said it was pretty gay, and messed up. I got pretty pissed, and walked off. Then, the day finally ended, and I was outside the school, like in real life, walking to my bus. I remember passing this ugly librarian in my school, who was wearing make-up in my dream, and looked normal for once. I thought to myself that I didn't feel like saying bye to anyone. Just then, I felt someone grab the strap on the back of my book bag to stop me. I turned around and it was Nicole, who I'm very good friends with, and she had a crush on me in real life back in like 8th grade or something, and everyone knew I knew except her. I didn't know if she stilled liked me like that, but anyway when I turn around and see that it's her, she says, "Look I know we probably won't see each other again for a while, so...I love you." I didn't know how to take this, because I don't like her back, but then she leaned in, and I thought she was going for a hug, so I leaned in too. To my surprise, she planted a kiss on my lips, and then we proceeded to hug. There was a teacher behind Nicole that I could see when we were hugging. I gave a thumbs up to the teacher. Nicole had a typewriter implanted on her back, and I was typing things on it to make the teacher laugh. I typed, "I'm picking up good vibrations," and, "Do you feel like a boss?" Although I think the second one was supposed to be Peter Frampton's "Do You Feel Like I Do?"

Very vivid dream when I took a nap a few minutes ago. Interesting too.

The dream started out pretty normal. I was off to school one morning and I was walking with my friends. This school I went to was a sort of museum. It held tons of priceless artifacts, and we were always told not to touch the items. Well, we get to school and some random guy walks up to us. He tells us we need to get these three diamonds or else really bad things were going to happen. My two friends and I agree to this and go into school to set up a plan.
The dream skips to the night where we have infiltrated the school and we go up to the diamonds. We open the case and grab them without setting off the alarm. We are standing in the middle of this hallway when suddenly the diamonds are forced out of our hands as they float above us. We are pushed back by a strange force coming from the diamonds as some strange government looking men come up to us. They ask for the diamonds and they promise if we give them to them we won't be hurt. I quickly jump on and grab the diamonds as we make our escape from these men.
The next day I begin to feel odd about this. It feels like a movie I have seen before. While waiting for lunch at school me and my friends start talking and I swear everything we are saying is right from the script of this movie I can't think of. We need to find out what to do next to keep these diamonds safe from whoever wants them.
As we exit school we are kidnapped and put onto a moving train. They somehow got the diamonds and were going to use them for evil. We push the men off the train and grab the diamonds, saving the day. I then wake up.

This is probably one of the first dreams where the story that started in the dream was actually finished!

I'm emptying my bladder, and seem to miss the toilet a lot <_< Just then, a commercial for a toothbrush appears. As it says, the tooth brush comes in a pack of two tooth brushes, has some laser additions, and it costs 599 Euros (or something like that). I come to a store which sells it. I have 515 euros with me and am talking to the cashier, and she takes the 515 euros thinking I want to buy the toothbrush. I am explaining her I don't.

Suddenly, I hear an annoying nose. Oh, right, it's my alarm... I wanna WILD. I check the time, 5:30. Okay. Oh, yeah, I dreamt something (I remember the dream). Cool, so I'm in my REM phase! This might work.

(I go to the bathroom and then drink some water. I go to bet then, trying to not move and WILD. However, I am just too tired and I fall asleep again)

Suddenly, I'm in my school with a girl from my class next to me. We are on the left side of a hall. We race to the other side and we are really close, but I still have the upper hand (Which wasn't really realistic, since she's the fastest girl in the grade). On different stages of the hall, if I remember clearly, there were rings you should pass. I open the door at the end and win. I can't really know if there was anyone in that classroom, but whatever. In a flash, I'm on my language class and I ask my teacher if I can leave it since I have another race in five minutes. She seems a bit hestitant, but still lets me. I run to the side of the hall where I had the first race and see a few friends (I think there were three, but only recognized two). I run to the starting line and barely make it. I start later, and even if I run as fast as I can, I can't get close to the other race participants.

At this point, I can't remember if my dream finished or my mum called me to go to school, but I know the second race wasn't finished. And if I was more motivated, I could've used this REM time to do stuff, but, as it seems, I just didn't have the willpower. I must train it

I also don't know if this was everything of the dreams, it might've been a fragment, but I don't remember anything else.

Dream:

It was a the end of a longer dream, but I don't remember much before this part.

I had been talking to an older lady about our writing. She had this goal to write these scientific articles. She was telling me that one day we would reach these goals and receive the title "Military Writers".

Then she kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight.

I was in a room that wasn't mine. I was visiting someone. My bed was under a window. My CD player was on the window sill. The music on the CD had ended and it was making sounds like water splashing.

My mom was suddenly in the room, in a bed against the far wall. I commented to her about the water sounds. I told her that they sounded real. I looked at the window. It was open. I had this sudden horrible fear that the sound was coming from right outside my window. And-oh my gosh-we were in Bigfoot country.

I knew that there was a bigfoot right outside of my window. I was terrified, but curiosity made me creep closer and closer to the window so I could look out. There was nothing immediately in front of the window, so I pressed my face against the screen so I could look to the side.

Sure enough, there was a dark figure about five feet to the right up near the house squatting down splashing its/his hand in the water puddled by the house. Suddenly the figure sees me and stands. I'm surprised to see that it's not a bigfoot at all but a man in a while t-shirt and dark jeans with a belt. Knowing he's been spotted he gets up and runs away.

This whole scene startles me enough to wake me up with a start.

Good morning, ,everybody.

Dream #1

A gigantic cruise ship like the Titanic was out on the sea during a huge storm. There were a lot of people in the main dining room. The dining room was big and bright, with low ceilings and small, round tables draped in white tablecloths. The dining room may have had doors, and possibly even windows, right out to the deck.

People had been warned to stay inside the inner parts of the ship during the storm. But one of the men actually opened one of the doors or windows out to the deck. He may actually have gone outside, on the left side of the ship.

The storm blew the man back through the door and out another door on the opposite side of the ship. The man could be seen clinging onto an old-style, wooden mast, his body being blown pretty much horiztonally by the storm, like a flag in the wind.

I was now back in the dining area. But now the place was almost totally empty. It was also very dim and full of heavy, wooden tables. I sat at a rectangular table for six or eight people. A beautiful woman sat across from me. I myself was a beautiful woman.

One man had just walked away from us. He may have been my boyfriend, or he may have been the woman's boyfriend. But there was also a man slumped down in his chair to the woman's left. He seemed to be the woman's boyfriend. He was so drunk that he'd passed out.

The woman was upset about the man having gotten this drunk again. I, possibly as the woman's friend, was trying to comfort the woman.

I encouraged the woman to have a drink. I said it might make her feel better and make her feel like she'd equalled things up between herself and her man. I told her the drink would be on me.

But the woman, hearing that I was buying her drinks, suddenly became greedy with drinks! I don't know where she was getting the drinks from, but she kept pounding them back, sometimes even two-fisting it.

The woman was drinking gin in something like a baseless wine glass. And each time she'd finish a drink, a little green scoreboard over her left shoulder would count the drink off.

Finally the woman stopped drinking. But it wasn't like she was drunk at all. Both our men were back. But my man was already in bed. The woman's man was still passed out drunk.

I figured both men wouldn't be much good for sex tonight, but I told the woman that she could probably find some way to make her man please her. I had an image in my head of either the woman or me sitting up, still in a dress, while one of the men, so drunk he couldn't even sit up, lay on his stomach and performed cunnilingus on either me or the woman.

But what I was really interested in was trying to prove to the women that her man was so drunk that he'd be no good at all for the night. Then we could find some way to get rid of the man for the evening. After that, I'd convince the woman to have lesbian sex with me.

But now we were carrying the man back to the bedroom, which was apparently down a short hallway just past the dining area. The woman had the man's head, and I had his feet. The man seemed really sick. I was afraid he was going to puke all over me sooner or later.

Dream #2

A man was telling me and a group of friends about how he and a woman (who sat beside him) had lived in a mansion for a while. Someone else may have lived there with them. The other person may have been really rich. The man and woman were well-off, in fact they looked like a glamorous couple from the 1920s, except alive today, but they weren't rich.

So while the rich person had one portion of the house, the couple had the maids' quarters, which themselves were huge. The man said the couple didn't have to do any maid work. They just liked the quarters because they were so big and they felt kind of old, like an old castle or monestary.

As the man spoke about the maids' quarters, they materialized around us. Everything seemed to be made of concrete, painted over, like a public restroom. In fact, there was some huge restroom just behind the man, not divided from our room by a wall, but by a concrete seat, in which the couple sat.

The man told us, "We even used the hands-all bathroom while we were there, which was huge."

Somebody, possibly I, asked what a hands-all bathroom was. The man said he didn't know, that he'd never asked to find out.

I said, "I think 'hands-all' is like when you say 'all hands,' like when people say, 'all hands on deck.' I think it was a huge bathroom that all the servants used at once when they were suddenly called to duty, so they could all get washed up and ready at a moment's notice."

A woman said, "Or, what I was thinking is that it was for the smaller bathroom. Because that one had a mini beauty salon in it." A small bathroom, with something like a barber's chair and a mirror with lightbulbs around it, appeared in a room two or three rooms down, behind the woman.

The woman said, "I think 'hands-all' meant something like 'the works,' like if you went into that bathroom, you'd get 'hands-on' treatment -- a full makeover. And all the maids would take turns giving each other makeovers."

I was pretty sure my idea was right and the woman's idea was wrong. (??!!) But I didn't say anything. Instead, my vision seemed to focus on the huge tub in the huge bathroom. It was like I was right there. The bathtub was full, almost to overflowing, with very warm, but not hot, water.

Dream #3

I was in outer space, speeding upward and away from the earth. I must have been in a small spaceship, but sometimes it felt like I was just out in space, in some space suit.

Another man was out there, even though I don't think I ever saw him. The man spoke about another man who had taken a dimensional transport to another universe. He had done this as part of a battle with a group of aliens trying to destroy the world.

The man told me that the aliens could actually use the shockwaves of dimensional transport to destroy the earth. But the use of shockwaves and dimensional transport in flight was also the method of fighting that the aliens normally used in their battles.

So, the man told me, the other man had gone into another dimension and was conducting these kind of shockwave battles with the aliens. I imagined orange, kind of traffic-cone-shaped spaceships fighting with each other.

The man said that the other man would be back soon, as soon as he'd accomplished his mission. But now this man seemed to be going somewhere as well. Perhaps I was going somewhere, too.

We, or I, sped upward through space. I encountered a dimensional shockwave, from where alien spaceships had been. As I blasted through it, the sky of stars became filled with many more stars, some of which were different colors -- gold, purple, red, pink. There was also beautiful, brilliant nebular dust everywhere.

I was amazed by the beauty of the sight. But, suddenly, the sun (?) was eclipsed. The darkness of the sun (if it was the sun) revealed an even deeper layer of beauty in this universe. I was astonished!

I was now in a hospital. But the part of the hospital I was in was more like the control room in some kind of military base. All the people in this control room seemed focused on taking care of some procedure for one little girl. The room was small and crowded, with four or five rows of computer-embedded tables, each row split into two slanting aisles.

One man was in charge of administering painkillers to the baby girl. But he said, "That girl's had enough stuff to mess with her system. I'm not putting anything else in her." A black man, somebody like a nurse or a janitor, sat to the man's right and heard him say this.

There were two or three men standing before a screen at the back of the room. The main man was something like a head surgeon. He may somehow have been controlling the procedure being done on the baby girl, who was in another room, through something like remote-controlled robots.

But suddenly the screen shot of the baby girl cut to a sign (in kind of cheesy, 1970s style, "high-tech" lettering) saying "INCONCLUSIVE." This sign stayed on for a few seconds.

The head doctor was panicked. Something had gone wrong in the operation. But he couldn't figure out what had happened!

The screen now switched to a sign saying "INCONSCIOUS," which I guess was supposed to mean "unconscious." It meant the girl had slipped into a coma and was probably dying. This sign was flashing on a lot of different screens, now, and it may have been accompanied by buzzing alarms.

The head doctor shouted, "Dammit! We're losing her! What went wrong? Does anybody know what's going on?"

One of the other people shouted, "Her pain levels are really high. Her body couldn't take it anymore. It slipped into a coma to shield itself from the pain."

The head doctor yelled, "Did somebody forego painkillers before the operation?"

The black man, who had been sitting next to the doctor who'd decided not to administer painkillers said, "Yes! The doctor said he wasn't going to give the girl anything! I saw him! I was right here when he said it.!"

The head doctor seemed relieved. Everybody did. I saw from somebody's point of view, as if I were now actually in this scene. I was looking at the screen of the doctor who hadn't administered painkillers.

The head doctor said, "Start giving the baby girl some painkillers. As soon as they start to take effect, the girl should slip out of her coma. We'll start the operation over after that."

I was already putting in the commands to administer painkillers.

I decided to take 50 mg of melatonin a couple hours before bed to see if it had any significant effect on my dreams last night. I took it at 8:00 pm and got to bed around 10:00 pm. I'd say it definitely made them a bit more detailed and vivid but overall didn't really help with my recall much. I think I'll stick to reguler amounts from now on. But, it was quite a night, so without further ado!

12:53 am - Non-lucid, Nightmare

The dream's been taking place in some kind of outdoor learning center or school or something in the Amazon. I don't remember much leading up to this point, but I'm in a large auditorium seating area with several other students, a few of which I recognize from my K-12 years. Above me are a couple of guys I've known since elementary school named N and T and some of their friends though I don't remember which ones they were now. They're trying to complete some complicated math homework and they know that I'm a bit of a math nerd so they just stare at me expectantly. I sigh and say "Alright, tell me the problems." In the meantime we decide to leave the seating and travel to another part of campus. The transportation is a system of trains that run on one giant rail road track, there are two trains that each run on just one rail next to each other and they always run in opposite directions so that from the point of view of the train moving forward you're always on the right-sided rail. The trains still look pretty normal though, it's just that they only have the wheels on their right side on the track. The tracks themselves are set up on top of large rivers, so the trains actually run over water. I was in the middle of working out one of the more difficult problems, which upon waking I realize makes no sense whatsoever, but then I noticed that our train had broken off the rail and was slowly moving over to the other side. I start freaking out and saying to myself "No, no, no, please go back to the other side, please go back..." but it doesn't look like it's going to happen. I notice that we're about to hit broken track that just caves in to the river and I start to panic. There's one open window near the front of the train car where no one is, but other than that we're totally sealed in. There are also seat belts for some reason. I look back and say "Hurry, we have to get out of here!" and everyone starts struggling to escape their seats, including myself, because the belts are unnecessarily complex. Unfortunately, we weren't fast enough and the train fell through the cracks and water starter pouring into the open window. My heart starts beating really fast and I wake up as soon as the water hits me. At least that's over....

3:58 am - Non-lucid

I'm at some kind of big department store that reminds me of Target. I got to the "candy isle" because I'm trying to find this nonexistent candy that's said to be extremely tiny but have a powerful burst of flavor. I also noticed after waking up that Sara Bareilles's "Love Song" was playing on loop throughout the store. (Well, it is a good song lol.) I finally found the candies, and they were REALLY tiny! Like, the size of ants or smaller. There was something you were supposed to do with them to make art involving some equally small colored pencils that come in the box but I had such a hard time getting them out that over the course of trying to accomplish that whatever that artistic thing was kept changing. Eventually the candies disappeared and I forgot what I was doing and realized that I was in the magazine/comic book isle, so I just started browsing until I woke up. Hmm....

5:25 am - Non-lucid, Memorable

I was wondering how soon I'd get to log one like this in the dream journal! I spent a lot of time in this dream walking around the park near my house, but I really only remember the end of it. I think my cousin was in it at some point, but... nah, it's gone. *fragment!* I was actually doing something up to this point, but somehow it changed to myself and my friend O helping my friend M and her old boyfriend Z. Z had (apparently, but probably not actually) told us earlier that he wanted to try LSD and he had managed to get some, but then before getting to use it he had lost it in the forest and he wanted us to search for it with him. So, we started looking for it. It took us a while but we saw it in the distance, but this old guy came out of nowhere and grabbed it before we could! (What a jerk!) A large playground suddenly popped out of the ground next to where we were, which of course didn't seem odd at all, and we chased him all the way up to the top of one of the structures where he tried to make us pay him a ridiculous price for it if we wanted it back. We managed to wrestle it out of him. Then out of nowhere, the top of the structure we were on leaned all the way forward to touch the ground, then let go and sent me flying off like a catapult.

This is where it gets weird, so stick with me here. I wasn't in the dream anymore, I was just seeing things from a third person perspective. The setting was some kind of strange-looking tent, and there were eight different poles, as two rows of four one right in front of the other, that I was seeing at an angle so that without depth it looked like all eight poles were lined up together. There were things wrapped around each pole that looked kind of like really poorly designed voodoo dolls of cartoon characters with lots of spiked hair. Each one of them was exactly the same, but they represented different people. The four in the back row represented a parent, while the four in the front row represented one of their children. Lastly, they were all tripping on LSD, with their position on the pole showing how hard they were tripping, with higher being harder. Although I was seeing this all in this strange perspective, I was also aware of the fact that from the first person perspectives of each of these people, they were just in a normal room and everyone else looked like a normal person. Either the pair all the way to the left or the next one most inward of them (it's hard to remember now) was a father and son and they were having an argument. The son was higher up on the pole, so tripping harder, than the father and he was saying that the father is old news, he doesn't have the spirit in him that he did in his youth and that the son was... uh, I guess usurping his throne, or whatever you want to call it. So the father got angry, feeling like his authority was being challenged or whatever, and propelled himself WAY up the pole, much higher than anyone else. Most of the other people let out a loud gasp.

Now, my perspective has been placed into the father, so I'm seeing a normal-looking world again. I'm in the room but I'm only facing one corner of it, and there's a man and a woman looking at me in shock. Everything in the room starts to take on a deep purple tint and look liquidy, and the woman says "He's tripping balls." and as she says it time begins to slow down and her voice gets deeper and stretched out. Everything starts to take on a very lagging movement, like it would move really slow and then skip forward a couple seconds. The man and woman start to transform into a doctor and nurse but they quickly become kind of like demented and somehow sexualized caricatures of themselves and they latch on to each other and start to make out with each other in a very graphic and over-the-top way. My vision pulses and suddenly I'm back to a third person perspective, but this time it's still of a "normal" world. There is a line directly down the center of my vision that represents a wall with a door in it sticking outward from me. There are two rooms, one small one with very little furniture in it on the right, and a kitchen with doors leading to other rooms on the left. The colors in the rooms are vivid but kind of washed, making it look like a very strange cartoon or something similar. In the right room is Lois, the mom from Malcolm in the Middle, who for some reason keeps making an appearance in my dreams that are extremely weird like this one. She is running into walls, babbling, and laughing like a maniac. In the left room is O, my friend from before, and the man and woman, listening to what Lois is doing through the door. Lois trips over a tiny stool in the room and faints, and O asks if they should do something about it, but the man replies "No, her heart just slowed, it's okay." After that, the scene started fading away and I woke up.

I wonder what's in store for tonight?

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I really wanted to get back to bed and dream some more after this last one, I did wake up pretty early after all, but I didn't manage to. *yaaaawn* Oh well, that's all for now!

I SO wish it were the other way around. Guess my current goal is to put down the bottle because these dreams aren't going to share themselves.

Anyways...the only thing I remember was hanging out with M. Her boyfriend didn't want to do something, so she invited me instead.

We start in a forest of sone sort and I am with a friend I don't know IRL. We become bored with what we are doing and decide to go to the mall. We call someone up and the car suddenly arrives.
We reach the mall and meet a few of ny friends in it. After awhile we get bored and decide to play a game inside the mall. Hide and Seek. Not much really happens during this time.
When we finish we all go back to my house. On the way I tell my friend I want to learn a good way to WILD so I can lucid dream. My friend then tells me a great idea would be to listen to "I <3 Floor" by <3.
I listened to a bit and it was simple singing. There were almost no lyrics. When we reach the house we play darts. Someone throws a tennis ball out of my closet but it turns out to be a ghost or something because no one was in it.
The dream the ended.

Nothing too fun but my recall is improving. Only problem is that I am sick so I have been forgetting most of my dreams. And I have trouble sleeping...

Oct.31, 2011. No nap. Bed at 11pm. I had some heavy dinner and I believe it showed in my nightmares.

2.50am - woke up, don't remember any dreams
3.20am - woke up f/bad dream BTB at 3.40am
I was in a room. I was trying lots of light switches, but the light would not switch on. Light fixtures were moving and I realized the place is haunted (I dream about haunted places a lot). So I got fed up, packed my clothes and left.
5.48 - woke up f/same bad dream, only now I watched the scene of the haunting on a tape. A friend of mine taped me for some school project. At the end of the tape, there was a footage from that haunted room with some bad entity being really nasty to some girl - I don't think it was me.

7.20am - woke up f/dream
we were running from some bad things through twisting and winding corridors, that had some rooms every now and then. I was one of the fighters protecting others from things that were chasing us. Sometimes we stopped in one of the rooms thinking it's safe, but things were coming to life and kept chasing us. Like there was paper, that got animated and we had to fight it. Then there was a stampede of horses and cows. Didn't have a bad feeling, I kinda enjoyed the fighting and protecting and being chased.

31.10.2011

Earth 3500 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Lets see if I finally get writing down dreams again... life is so busy that I always forget. A nice dream I had last night reminded me to do so...

I was at home with some friends and we decided to go for a walk. We started talking about some material that was able to go beyond the speed of light.

We decided to go visit some spaceship facilities and try out one of those space shuttles. The facility was huge. I saw a big white space shuttle inside an even bigger room. The space shuttle was about 200 feet tall and 600 feet wide. We entered the space shuttle. Once inside, it looked a lot smaller and it started to fly on its own. I was now with five friends and the spaceship started to fly really fast.

The pilot told me it was very easy to fly, that I just needed to watch out and not crash with other planets. I saw several planets flying by at an enormous speeed. Suddenly, I saw a big light brown mass that looked like a planet, but when we approached it, it had eyes and a huge mouth, but it was kinda cute looking, like a teddy bear. It opened its mouth wider, but our spaceship flew by it fast.

I thought it would be so cool to stop by one of the planets and take a look how it was. As I was thinking about that, we approached to a planet that looked exactly like Earth, however, it was cut in half. I tried to do something at Photoshop, but no clue how to draw what is in my head.

The Earth did not have an atmosphere anymore. The sky looked like space. I also saw huge buildings, that were about 1200 stories tall. We approached this planet and entered the atmosphere easily. We saw the buildings huge, and enormous freeways. All vehicles could fly similar to the Jetsons, but real life looking, not cartoonish.

We talked with some people and we were told it was planet Earth in the 3500 year.

Described here sounds a little late. This dream was more about the imaginary, clarity and reality. The dream was crystal clear and very vivid.