non-lucid

I was at a friend’s house expecting more company, and sure enough there was a knock at the door and as I went to answer it, a very old friend of mine appeared pushing a pram (she doesn’t have a kid) and gave me a coupon to go and get her some fajita spice mix from the garage up the hill. I went to ask another friend of mine(her actual ex-boyfriend as it so happens) who was already in the house for a lift, but he gave me some excuse as to why he couldn’t.

I walked about what was a combination of my town and my home village for a while until I stumbled upon my Dad’s black BMW with him and his old business partner inside. They haven’t spoken in perhaps six years because his ex-partner stole money and clients from my dad, but there he was sitting in my Dad’s car explaining why he had done all those things.

Instinctively I thought it best to avoid them. And as I attempted to, Dad drove up next to me and told me to get in the car. I could tell he was mad, and when he started to drive out into the country, it was fast and reckless until he veered off the road and started speeding through fields and fences, while the barriers offered as much resistance as a sheet of cotton wool.

Dad mentioned something about how the farmers won’t mind due to the cause of his anger, and then proceeded to speed off of a cliff towards the sea. I’m freaking out at this point and yelling at him in the car, so in mid-air, he starts reversing which somehow manages to back us up to the edge of a lake. I continue to freak out at my dad, demanding to know why he almost killed me, never mind himself, and he just dismisses me saying we wouldn’t have died.

I empty my pockets and exit the car, slamming the door, and go down to the waterfront where there’s baby ducks playing who aren’t afraid of me, so they let me pet them. Dad then drives off at this point, and leaves me with no phone, no money, and no bloody idea as to where I am.

I stop playing with the fuzzy ducklings and look about; there’s an electrical shop situated a little back from the lake’s shore, so I wonder over and explain to the manager I’m lost and would like to know what time the next bus is due in the area so I can’t get home. I think he told me 16:45, but I can’t remember exactly, and then I asked him if he knew how much the bus would be to which he replied “ninety eight depleted plutonium” and showed me these little dull green coins in the palm of his hand while saying “two away from a hundred”.

I’m not looking for someone to ask who I can either earn or borrow enough currency to get the bus back home, and come across a female store clerk who I cannot picture nor pin a name to, unloading washing machines from the back of a delivery truck. I decide to buy one, but can’t figure out how to explain I have no money.

She chats to me as she wheels my purchase out on a barrow, and we get as far as gym equipment before she starts quizzing me as to if I have a lounge chair which allows me to lift weights, and they have a guy there demonstrating how the chair’s arms allow for comfortable weight lifting while you’re watching the TV. I turn back to the clerk, and find that she has plugged my washing machine into the mains and switched it on. I’m thinking “how the bloody hell do I tell her I can’t pay for this?” when my new purchase starts emitting a colourless gas. I told the clerk she shouldn’t have plugged it in and we go and hide around the corner where she laughs sheepishly at her mistake.

We’re hiding in a long corridor which is quite dark and cold, and the wind starts to pick up outside. The roof suddenly flies off and I start wishing my dad was there. I also somehow changed genders at this point as I was dressed as a Victorian pauper boy. Gary Oldman then appears, dressed in his posh Victorian getup from Bram Stoker’s Dracula, and tells me to get out of the building. There’s a little pier thing by the lake’s shore, which I and the ducklings are hiding behind as this dream pans into a bird’s eye perspective of this huge tornado/waterspout combination rips the roof off of the electrical store.

Everything goes calm again for a moment; the windy water funnel completely dissipates, and there’s a man standing in the middle of the fray with a contraption around him which resembles Darwin’s water breathing apparatus from Hellboy. From the centre of that contraption, another water vortex erupts from it. The details get fuzzy here, but Mr Oldman manages to thwart this evil villain by some means, and he and I go down to the shore of the lake and start playing with the baby duckies again. Only water rats have now joined them as their friends and they all start swimming off into the sunset, at which point the lake then decides to not be a lake but a VERY long puddle. The chief rat’s name is Ghandi, and I’d like to point out that while he was supposed to be, Mr Oldman looks nothing like my father.

The dream begins with a closeup of the alarm clock resting on my bed.
The time reads 12:04. And it is a school day. "Mom!" I yell. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
I walk into her room and find her on the toilet reading a magazine. I beleive her reply was somewhere along the lines of "I was busy."
I groan as I stomped back into my room. I go in my closet and grab my skinnies and a tee. I then begin to rummage through my drawers and I happened to find an odd item. I lift it up and scrutinize it further. The strange item that i've never seen before turns of to be a tan with brown stripes cardigan. I put it around me and it hugged me tightly as the dream scene switched...
...The camera is watching me through a viewing window like in police stations. There are two silouhettes against the window. I am being lifted up by mechanic arms. There are needles and various doctor tools in my skin. With cardigan being the only article of clothing on me, I desprately tried to wrap it around me and everytime I did, a mechanical arm whacked it away. Towards the end of the dream, my head started spinning and the top half was taken off. Then I awake.

I find myself inside a large two story house. There is a woman there who I have never seen in real life but in the dream, she is my wife. The house belongs to her parents, who are there along with her sister and brother. It is early morning and I am needing to get ready to go to the airport because I have a flight to catch. But I'm not wearing a watch and I don't know what time it is. I also have not showered yet and my clothes are strewn all over the room we'd been staying in; most of them are dirty. As a result of all of this, I'm worried that I'll miss my flight but nobody else seems to be concerned.

I'm walking around, trying to gather up all my clothes so I can get packed, when I hear some noise coming from downstairs. It turns out to be a bunch of family members and/or friends coming over for a get together. So suddenly the house is full of people and I'm thinking to myself that it's going to be difficult to get ready with all of these people here.

I keep walking around, trying to gather up all my things and get ready, but there are just too many people everywhere. At one point I go upstairs to our bedroom and my wife is laying on the bed with her sister (they're only a couple of years apart in age). My wife is naked and her sister is only wearing a pair of panties and they're both laughing. I ask them what's so funny and her sister replies, "She can't find any underwear to wear." As she says this, she's pulling at her own panties and exposing herself to me in a playful manner. I'm kind of taken aback by this, but I respond in a humorous manner by offering to let my wife borrow my underwear and act like I'm about to take my pants off. My wife says "No, that's okay. I'll find some." My sister-in-law, meanwhile, is still looking at me and giggling and fiddling with her panties.

Okay, I had a dream today, just before I woke up. At first, I didn't know I dreamt anything, but then something made me remember it.

It is vastly unclear, but I remember there were some plates or sticks with something on them and me and someone else were discussing them. I also remember, that, after that, I was travelling (probably) by a car through a grassy field to somewhere. As far as I remember, there was a black-haired girl in my dream too...

Well, that's all, I don't remember much...

I am in a car with kirsty and the girls, its daytime and to my left is pavement then a field. I am driving and everybody gets out the car, they tell me to meet them at theirs, they wanna walk from here cause there is too much traffic. I say thats ok but i know this car is kirsty's car and not my own so i have to be careful.

I get annoyed that i havent moved in a while and decide to 3-point turn and leave, i crash into an oncoming car as im beginning to turn, stick it in reverse and hit another car, im scared now so i speed off and park the car outside kirstys house. I go in for a bit to chill with them and act like nothing has happened.

at some point i decide to nose plug RC I can breathe. "im dreaming" i say. i do some stabilisation techniques and leave the house. I walk out into a wooded area and its dark, i try to yell out, wanting to call for my dream guide but i couldnt make any sound at all. I rub my hands together for a while and chant "this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream..." I try again to call out. "i need to speak to my dream guide. Are you there!?" i wait for a few seconds, then hear an answer, it sounds like its coming from inside my head and remember thinking that is weird. "yes" i hear.
" Can you please meet me? I'd very much like to talk to you" a figure appears before me, it has silver skin, he introduces himself but i forget the name.

We walk and talk, he tells me lots of things but i forget most of the conversation. He tells me i was a dog in a past life, he also says he needs to show me something. He takes me to a friend, i recognise it as an old school friend called Becky. We are hovering above her bed, she is laying there crying. She looks so thin and upset. He tells me that i should talk to her, try to help her as she is going through a really hard time at the moment. i tell him that i will.

I ask him about the page i reserved for him in my DJ, if its ok for me to fill that in with his information, he tells me no and i get the impression that, at least for now, i should leave it empty.

I wake up. Later that day i send a message to my old school mate becky, i haven't talked to her in maybe a year and a half, so i look at her FB and her statuses tell me she is depressed atm, i message her saying "might sound crazy, i had a dream bout you last night and it seemed you were having a hard time, is everything ok? etc" she replied straight away telling me how weird that is because she is currently battling a eating disorder and her bf is in rehab and she cannot contact him for 1 year.

This freaked me out, maybe it was a coincidence and maybe i just already knew deep down that something was wrong.

Dream 1

I was in my garden wearing these cowboy clothes, a security guard from my college was there and he was guarding me, it wa so weird. I asked him if I could leave and he said yeah, I satrted walking around and went into my house. I saw some kids from my college.

Dream 2

I was in M.I High and I was talking to someone who resembled a little bit of Mel Blanc. As we went through the scene the man said "I didn't nail the line". The dream then zoomed out and I saw previous characters sitting at a table and the scene I was at was just wallpaper like when you set up a backdrop for a studio photo shoot.

Fri, Oct.28. No nap.
I was so ready for a LD. Went to bed at 10.20, but didn't fall asleep until past 11pm. Got up for a 20 min WBTB at 3.55am, but had trouble falling asleep and had to move each time I felt the relaxing feeling and sleep coming. Next thing I know it's morning and I remember one measly regular.
I was on a school trip. The whole class was sleeping in some kind of a room on beds. We had small cabinets where everybody put their food. We talked about airplanes. Then there is a nurse and she wants to give me a shot. I don't even pay attention to her, I think that she was talking to someone else. She tells me it's for an illness I have and I always get this medicine for this illness. Someone tells me that she is talking to me and I tell her that I don't have what she is talking about and I never even heard of that illness. So she backs off.

Dream I had before that first WILD!!:

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This dream takes place mostly in my Math classroom. I remembered the whole dream when in the dream, the ending is clear, and the earlier parts of this dream are some hazy memories of a vivid dream. All this dream was vivid. There are some friendly happy parts that make me happy even now (no awkward parts like in other dreams) with Joy, Suzie, and a bunch of other friends in my life, but not many people I currently hang out with at school. There is a part where I am asking a question about something - a game or a concept to do with games - and Suzie steps in to help me understand what it is, and I say "ohh!" in understanding.

There are some happy friendly and pretend friendly parts with Lauren, Liz, and Bruce in art class. Some things they say/do get me pissed off a little bit, but I hide it. They ask me something that convicts me of some stupidity or something, I respond in a strong, successfully defensive manner and feel proud that they couldn't argue with that point or something.

After I tell Lauren, Liz and Bruce that I have an appointment (lying). So I am next at the back of the school during last period (art class). I am at a bus stop booth type thing. I am getting paper out of my bag to do something with. Then I remember that today is in fact a half day and last period of the day, so I don't actually need to wait for my bus until school normally ends. Plus if I did, Lauren and Liz etc would discover I lied to them to get away. I think about what could happen if Lauren saw me there when I told them I was going home.

I see Ling while waiting at the back of the school for the bus. We talk a little, she is carrying art stuff. She walks/I walk with her not too far to a road where a car is parked and waiting. Her mom is in the car, and she says hi. I think (and I might've said aloud) "woahh deja vu, I clearly remember a dream so similar to this scenario!" Then Zitian shows up out of nowhere and I'm like "woahh just like that dream I had with Zitian." Then Zitian (and possibly formerly Ling) and Ling or some person are talking to each-other. Ling or some person is sitting on Ling's Mom's car. That person turns into my cousin Diana and I'm like "woah" (just like the dream I had, only without Diana appearing wtf I think in waking life). Anyway, I'm happy she's here and I interrupt their conversation to say hi to my long-lost cousin, in a very friendly and loud voice, and hug her.

In the dream, I was amazed that I could remember that dream in this dream. It was a pretty vivid dream, and Diana's face was completely clear.

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Then I wake up, write it down, have that amazing first WILD

Then I wake up from that first WILD, feel powerful, vital, and alive. Write that dream down, then I go back to bed to try for another WILD

WILDing this time was more difficult, it took longer with more confusion on how I actually did it successfully the first time, and pretty much failed:
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I wake up in my bed again, and either this was real life or a dream, I don't remember because it was a little hazy, but I felt the sleep paralysis. I couldn't move. Once I managed to move, I do a reality check, get excited about being successful again, and wake up. This one was very hazy.
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Then after waking up, I go to sleep normally and have this dream:

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I am in something like a check-in place with my parents, brother, and Kate. Kate and Josef and I are watching videos chronicling their happy memories together or something. These videos have to do with future adventures that we have, where we visit around 7 places and people and take on their challenge or something.

There was a part where Leeroy ran out to the field near the check-in place and we had to go run after him and get him back. My brother and I are chasing him. My brother loses him, and I find him. When I do, I pet him nicely, calm down his sadness for wanting to be outdoors, cuddle with him and then bring him back inside, with pity.
After this part, we visit one of the 7 places. It is a very tall house where you have to go through obstacles, keep your balance, and jump to the other side to ascend it. My brother is with me. We climb the first few floor easily. Then when we get to the extremely high floors, it becomes more difficult. I ask the owners of the place if we could die from this, and they say no. They are a little suspicious looking, but I keep going on. They are a man and a woman, and I think the man is Czech even though we speak English with him. We keep climbing and jumping through the air. There were many close calls, and then there is a part where I need to jump onto a skinny airplane tail, and onto another plane to get to the other side. I'm having a difficult time with my balance, and I am very scared of falling. My brother is watching cautiously, afraid that I will fall too. As I try jumping to the other plane, I can't hold on I lose hold and fall down. My brother is crying and screaming as I fall. I am speechless and motionless, I watch the floors pass by. I don't feel anything physically but emotionally I am seriously shocked and scared that I'm about to die and that I need to say goodbye to everyone, my family, my brother, my mom, dad, friends... When I hit the floor, I don't feel it and blackout.

I wake up back in the check-in place. I slowly open my eyes. I see that I am lying on the floor of the room where we were watching those videos. My brother, Kate, and parents are watching me, sadly. I start tearing up. I don't feel any pain from falling down at such a height, I should've died! We're all shocked to see I survived the event and speechless. Some people are weeping. My vision is blurry, and I don't hear voices clearly.

Next thing I remember about this dream was I was hanging out with my brother and Kate, and my parents were watching us discuss. Leeroy was there too. My brother says that the owners of that place are the culprits. They have committed a crime by having an extremely dangerous house. We plan on how to get them punished. More stuff happened but it's an extremely hazy memory of a fairly vivid dream. Through those parts I was half conscious in the dream due to almost dying and passing out.

The dream starts off in my old middle school, I ask my teacher ms. Mcgaw if I can let the students waiting outside in. She says that I can, so I open the door to the classroom and wave them all in.
The classroom has a smart board in the middle of the room and bleachers set up near the door. All of the students find a seat, and I happen to sit next to a pair of cymbals.
(I happen to be a percussionist in real life so this is probably where the cymbals came from)
A African American teacher, looks to be in his forties or fifties walks into the room and begins to teach. He is talking about teen couples that have babies in high school.
I forget the names of the couple who he was mainly focusing on though. As he is speaking my leg whips out and accidentally knock over the cymbals causing a barrage of sound.
Even as I pick the cymbals up and place them back onto the bleachers, they are still making a ringing noise. The noise then stops completely and the man resumes teaching.
After a passage of time the ringing noise appears. The man stops teaching one again and speaks to me.
"Maybe you should go to the main office and get some headphone for those," he suggests.
The dream ends with a view of the main office.

The dream opens with a view of the hole leading out into the world. The camera then slowly pans down slowly rotating. It pans over a mountainous barren and rocky landscape.
In between the splits in the mountains you see darkness. When the camera spins a full 180 the scene comes into view. I am in a wooden carriage moving without the use of horses.
We are speeding down the rocky landscape, almost as if we were fearful of something... and we were. I look behind me and as the camera does a closeup, cartoony looking ants
walking on two legs, in blue suits with golden buttons and hats that look like police hats were speeding towards us. The camera then returns back to normal just as we are about to hit a wall.
The carriage just made it sideways as it screeched to a halt. The ants continue to intercept us. The ants when they come about ten feet away from us stop moving. The camera faces them as they
are hit with our first counter-attack. A glob of golden goo is thrown at the ants and hits them on their feet dead on. The ants try to pick up their feet and move but it is useless. The honey has rendered
their feet useless. Another glob of honey is lodged out, hitting another group of ants also gluing them to the spot. The remaining ants began to retreat leaving their "fallen" comrades behind. Just
as another blob of honey is launched the dream ends.

I remember being in some huge gym, and climbing up this wall along a chain. This thing had to be at least 40 feet high. I was supposed to get all the way to the top to a window ledge, and then shimmy from it to the next window ledge. i got all the way up to the top, and started thinking "what if I run out of strength". Then everything else started pouring through my mind. How can I get down quickly with out falling, will I even make it down, would making across just be easier...etc etc etc.

My heart started racing, and I felt my blood pressure rising...all of a sudden I'm back on the ground. I started explaining all of this to someone in a FA, and then I found myself running through irradiated soil in bare feet. There are other parts of the dream I'd rather not mention or remember.

My alarm didn't go off for WBTB. I tried MILD as I fell asleep. No LD.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I moved, and opened my eyes. Luckily, right after I remembered DEILD, so I'm making progress. Also this morning when I was just drifting in and out of sleep, I was actually keeping my eyes closed, and not moving, but I didn't enter sleep paralysis. I think this is because I wasn't going into REM.

I know I had dreams, but silly me didn't write anything down to remind myself in the middle of the night. It was one of those things where you're in that dream logic state of mind where you think that everything that happens in the real world follows this weird rule that doesn't exist. I thought that if I wrote stuff down, I wouldn't ever dream again.

Just one of those days.

I am gong to start with a short introduction. Hi I am TwinklefairyTUTU (not "tut") and I am 21. I have not had fully lucid or vivid dreams. I have had some dreams where I realise I am sleeping and change one thing then go back into it. Well... actually i had one that I drifted in and out of knowing and then started controlling near the end. It took some effort to change things but I guess i did. I would however like to start off by sharing a non-lucid dream. It is a dream that has been in my head forever. The most vivid dream I have had and the only one in which I can remember every detail. I could not forget about it so i wrote it as a short story. I had planned on turning it into a ong story but did not get far. I have a lack of motivation, confidence and inspiration. Anyways, it is written in the form of a story so it may seem false but every detail is correct in refards to my dream. I hope you like it. I believe the only difference is that it is told in third person and I gave the runner a name, sort of. In my dream I was the runner and it was first person however I did not have an identity. Oh! and in the end of the dream I was a camera in the sky staring at bloody tire trails and such on the road. I decided to leave that out.


I call it. endless Halls.
He reached the top of the short vertical section of the vent. A small spot of blood sat near the top corner after his head beat off of the top and he landed on his feet. He did not have time to care about the gash which just opened up on the top of his head. The teenage boy continued to run through the large-dark vent, without looking back. He could not hear his pursuer, but could sense his presence. The boy felt a change of density in the floor and put his hands in front of him right before hitting a wall. He was in a hallway. The terrified teenager pushed away from the wall and headed down the corridor as his eyes slightly adjusted to the darkness and he could tell where the walls were. He ran past closed doors and barely missed multiple small tables. The boy took many turns in this seemingly endless and empty building.
The number of residents in this hellish building was well known to be very large by all of those inside but kept secret from all outsiders. No one from the outside world had any clue what went on inside this building or what the kids inside had to deal with. Many scared children and teenagers sat behind the hundreds of doors. Many, too disturbed to sleep and most , too scared to lay awake. Two-hundred-twelve, was what the boy had been used to answering too. It was the number on his room door. All of these things raced through his head as he raced down the hallway, along with questions. “What do I do? What happens when I get to the end? Is anyone ever going to find out and help?” He knew that his master would be angrier then ever before when he was caught and he knew that more than one person was willing to catch him. What he did not know was if he would survive what they would do to him.
Around the next turn sat several young children. A boy and girl were on one side of the hall and another boy on the other. There was a small table on both sides but still room to run between with no problem. The lonely boy sat, huddled against the side of the table, facing away from the direction of Two-hundred-twelve.
On the other side of the hall the girl was also crying. “I’m scared. We should go back.”
The second boy held her hand tight and led her forward as they constantly looked around. “I can’t. I’m scar…” His eyes widened. “Shh.” He dropped to the ground behind the table close by and pulled the girl to him. He stuck his face into the wall and stayed tight into the corner as the footsteps got closer. He held little doubt that the darkness would not hide them, but was still covered with fear. The teenage escapee bolted passed them and they froze in fear.
Two-hundred-twelve had no idea where he was heading but he took even more turns. “These hallways can’t really be endless. I have to come to something else eventually. I think I have been all over this floor before and it has some other areas. Yes!” He could see light peeking around the next corner and followed it. The hallway grew brighter as he got further and the white end finally opened up into a large room.
The room was well lit with all white surfaces and many tables. This white cafeteria had a straight wall along the right which led to a ramp to another eating area only a few feet lower. A beautiful woman in the lower area noticed the boy as he sprinted between the tables toward the rounded ledge along the left.
“Hey.” The woman screamed a simple alert and the boys master emerged from the hall behind him. Two-hundred-twelve vaulted over the rail and landed hard on the lower area.
“Stop him!” His master followed his exact trail. The boy began to feel hope and jumped onto and over the first two tables. The woman’s hand barely missed his foot and she grunted as her gut hit the second table and she watched him escape.
Two-hundred-twelve could not help but let out a small smile as he stared through the glass wall ahead of him and into the dark city. He could see the rooftops of some of the largest buildings in the city. They were very high up.
The master yelled as he attempted to reach his target but missed by several feet. “Stop!”
Two-hundred-twelve lowered his head and covered with his arms, embracing himself for the next step. His feet push off the floor and the smash echoed through the room and nearby halls. He removed his arms and stared at freedom, hundreds of feet below. The streets were fairly busy in this part of town even in the middle of night. The black-velvet road was in his direct path and he suddenly felt fear. “Oh no. This the end, The painful end…” then his smile came back, “This is the end. The painless end.” Only freedom existed in the boys body as it smashed into the road and over an oncoming car, which skid to a stop.
The smashed window was to high to notice from the streets and the master stared down at the scene. “Damn.” His handsome face was covered with anger. He needed to be in control and this time he was not, He made it clear that he did not like this, and his other subjects would pay for it. Kids were secretly watching from the nearest dark areas in the hallways and they knew things would get worse for them. They watched in fear and jealously as they attempted to create their own plan.
“Get this fixed right away.” The master removed his glare from the roads and walked away. The audience scattered and retreated back to their rooms as quickly and quietly as possible.

October 27, 2011

I attempted a WBTB and WILD last night, but I had no luck. My dream was really vivid and I was a bit lucid, although I didn't do anything to control my dream.

I was on my high school's football field with someoene who was supposed to be my professor and a boy I'll refer to as Clive. Clive had been heavily bullied all throughout his life, and I was his only friend. Clive and I were part of an advanced robotics program at my school (which we don't have ), run by the professor, and we had just completed a prototype of some sort of robot. It wasn't a big deal or anything, but the school seemed to think so. They were all cheering like crazy in the stands, and it felt really good.

When we went to demostrate our robot, Clive hooked it up to his IPad, which held the program we were to run. But when he did, the small contraption began to grow and expand and become gigantic. (I'll post a drawing of it later.) Clive stepped into a compartment in the robot, and began to take control of it. "This is for all those years!" he screamed, and began plunging the robot's arms into the crowd and killing people.

It was mass hysteria as the many students and teachers, fearing for their lives, flooded out of the field. I was running with my friends Sam and Miriam, and we paused by a swing set to take a breath. But when we turned around, Clive was nowhere in sight. A small group of teachers, students, and other random DCs who were still alive gathered around a swing set (Lol wut? Swing set at a high school? ) and were trying to figure out what to do. My professor said that if I wanted to stop Clive, I would have to wipe his IPad. I dashed back to the field, and stole the IPad, but Clive had installed a new program. The robot grew even larger, and was now about three times the size of my house.

I was sprinting for my life, but stupidly hadn't taken off my backpack, and noticed my cross-country coach's son Mike, who graduated two years ago, running down the street towards a college. I followed him, with Clive and the robot on my heels. Some random DC stopped me and asked why I was running. This sort of made me aware I was in a dream, but just barely. I shoved him aside, and he was killed by the robot.

Once I was inside the college, Mike stopped me. "Ben," he said. "You need to get back to the school so you can wipe the IPad on one of the computers. I can buy you some time, but only a bit." He took my hoodie and backpack, and put them on. "Finish what I've started Ben!" he shouted as he ran out the back door. Clive began to chase him, and I watched in vain as Mike was ripped apart by the robot's claws. "What?!" Clive screamed. Realizing his mistake, he turned around, but I was already halfway there. Then, my dream began to fade, and I woke up.

Analysis: I've been playing Professor Layton recently, so that explains Clive and the robot. I had my last cross-country meet yesterday, and I did very well, earning a medal and improving my personal record by twenty-six seconds. Mike was one of the best runners on the team two years ago, so I think that it meant that I should continue to run in the years to come, since I like the sport and am pretty good at it.

Category: Barely-Lucid Dream

Lucidity: 3/10
Clarity: 8/10
Length: 5/10
Enjoyment:6/8
Overall: 5.5/10

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A view of some area almost like a tarmac, though with no visible airport. A building more like an apartment complex stood off in the distance and to the left. Some structure like the shelter for a train stop was in the foregroung.

On the concrete ground lay four or five people, living or dead, face down. They all seemed to be adult men. They weren't wearing any shirts, and their pants looked like pajama pants. The men were all really skinny and pale.

A military man, a white man in a green, official-looking uniform and a round, hard helmet, stood at the right end of the row of bodies. Two soldiers stood on the left end. The two soldiers may have been holding up another one of these emaciated men. The man probably wasn't old, but his face looked old.

The soldiers let the man go. The leading military man told the man that if he complied, he'd be let go, so that he shouldn't be afraid, and he should just lie down by the rest of the men.

As the man did this, the leading military man may have shot him in the stomach.

A narrator's voice came on saying that during the years of (World War Two?) this was the way of life for many male college students in America. They would be taken to these camps and put through all kinds of torture. They'd be promised freedom, but it would only lead to more torture.

There were now scene of military people driving around on this tarmac-like area in civilian 1970s-style cars. The military people would drive over camp inmates who had been laid down on the road. The inmate's emaciated bodies would generally split right open.

One scene showed how at least the top half of an inmate got caught in the back right wheel-well of one car, or actually got stuck to the wheel itself, so that it was just thudding along with the car.

The narrator's voice said that these camps had all been part of a CIA mind control experiment. Part of the experiment had been to see how much the prisoners could take. But the main part was to see how far they could brainwash the soldiers to do any cruel, or even absurd, thing.

Another scene showed soldiers in some green-walled area that looked partly like an airplane hangar or garage and partly like a 1950s-style diner. A leading military man stood off to the right. A row of prisoners lay on the ground. And two soldiers stood over the prisoners.

Again, the prisoners may have been dead, but I could't tell. The two soldiers were pacing back and forth, pointing vanilla ice cream cones at the prisoners' backs.

The soldiers were acting like they had convinced the prisoners that they were only going to threaten them with the ice cream cones as long as they played along. But they really were going to shoot them. Or the soldiers may possibly have thought they really had guns, while they only had ice cream cones.

Dream #2

I was out with somebody else in a grassy clearing in the wilderness. We were doing something like consulting somebody about getting the person's car fixed. It seemed like this was going to take a while, so I decided to go for a walk.

I walked down a small slope on a dirt path. The path was well maintained and smooth. The soil was a pleasant shade of brown. On either side of me was tall, deeply green grass with some glimmers of orange or tan grass. To my left the land sloped down a bit. To my right, it sloped up a bit. It was late afternoon, and the sky was silvery-blue, getting dim.

For some reason I looked behind me, as if I'd expected to see something. I did. A deer seemed to be peeking its head out from the tall grass. Either I'd startled it or it wanted to cross the path but was waiting until I was no longer looking at it. The deer's head was huge -- like the deer was twice as big as a normal deer.

Either this deer or another deer now walked out onto the path and slightly up the slope. This deer was normal sized. But her coat had traces of green and orange in it, as if to help her blend in with the grass. And she had a huge cone coming out of the back of her head. The cone looked like the rest of the deer's body, but it was as big as a giraffe's neck!

I turned around and continued walking along the path. The slope up to my right was pretty gentle, and I could just see over it. It appeared that there was a road just past the slope. On the other side of the road a group of animals stood just at the edge of a dense stand of trees.

These animals looked at first like deer to me. But they were a bit too big-bodied. I then assumed they must be elk. But their coats were largely white, with cloudings and splotches of red-brown fur.

The slope seemed much steeper now, so that it was much harder for me to see the "elk." It seemed like the elk wanted to cross the street, but that they were afraid to cross while I was around.

I called to the elk in a high, kind of motherly voice, hoping that would make them less afraid. But I then felt that if they felt threatened by my heightened activity, they'd stampede.

I felt like they might stampede anyway, so I was trying to get past this area quickly. But I didn't know how wide this herd was -- herds of elk could be huge, I thought. It was also getting harder for me to walk.

For a moment I thought I would get off the path altogether, go up the slope so I could see how many elk I was dealing with. But the path had become a trench, kind of difficult to get out of. I worried that the elk would stampede and trap me in the trench, trampling me to death.

I thought I had to get out of this trench right away. But now the trench had gotten even deeper, maybe 4 meters deep, with flat-vertical walls. There was no way I could get out. But I thought the narrowness of the trench might now save me: the elk might just jump over.

Dream #3

I was walking through some kind of gigantic warehouse. The warehouse had tons of rooms. The rooms were all huge, like aisles ina big box warehouse, like a Sam's Club. There were shelves, all filled with both boxes and clear, plastic containers. The boxes and containers were all about a meter long and half a meter wide and deep.

I knew that every resident in an apartment complex was being moved out. They were all probably being moved to another specific apartment complex. Each resident (i.e. every person in each household) had been given one cardboard box and one clear plastic container. Everything each individual wanted to take had to fit into his two containers.

For some reason I imagined a litte, Mexican girl and her brother running happily around their house, figuring out what stuff they wanted to take with them.

All the families were now packed up. The boxes were all in the storage area. And at some point all this stuff would be moved to the new apartment complex.

I walked around a bit, looking in through the sides of the clear, plastic containers. I didn't see anything of interest. The boxes and plastic containers had all been set really haphazardly on the shelves. Some of them weren't even set right side up.

Dream #4

A young, blonde boy with slightly tanned skin was in some place like a warehouse or factory. The boy had kind of warped himself here. He had discovered a time machine, which wasn't exactly a time machine, but something more like a dimensional warp machine.

The boy had warped himself into a dimension like earth, concurrent with a different time on earth, but with some different physical laws. But the boy was using the physical laws here to help change things for the better in his own dimension.

But the boy was slightly worried. It seemed like some of the stuff he was doing here to benefit his own dimension was actually hurting this dimension. But, then, he didn't seem to care. He took a kind of troublemaker attitude and revelled in messing things up.

The boy ran around the factory. There were rows of boxes, huge pipes, vats, and other mechanisms. There were also some kind of mechanical pits that the boy would occasionally jump into and out of.

The only effect I could see the boy having on this place was that whenever he acted with "too much energy," he left bright green and bright pink tracers or shadows or silhouettes of himself in the area. Sometimes these tracers were slimy. But these tracers had the effect of tearing through reality. This could destroy both this and the boy's dimensions.

There was then another scene, unrelated to the boy. I don't remember anything about it.

The scene then returned to the factory the boy had been in. The boy was no longer there. He may now have been a man. But the man had gone back to his own dimension. A woman remarked that the man could, however, accidentally be brought back to this dimension, which would be dangerous for him.

The woman, some kind of Xena-like Amazon Queen, now stood in a blue, temple-like room with a man who sort of looked like an evil wizard. The two stood before a wall that had sloping-up shapes in them, like the upward sloping of a huge organ. In the center of this was a round, dark doorway. This was a "time machine."

The woman and the man spoke about how it was good that the humans had decided no longer to use the time machine. As they spoke, the view of them became a view from a television screen.

My view was in a dark living room. It seemed to be backing and backing away from the screen, until it was finally in my body again. I was sitting on the floor, with my back against a couch. The couch may have had a plushy, pale beige fabric. But it may have been covered over with a white sheet.

I was now sitting up on the couch. My old friends R and L were laying together on the top edge of the couch, leaning against the wall against which the couch was set.

L (a woman) commented that she thought it was good that the humans and the people from the other dimension were learning how to cooperate using the time machine technology.

R (a man) said, "No way! If I were the people from the other dimension, I'd act like a Mock (or Lock), like in the book The Time Machine! I'd just act like a beast to that time machine, and bam! bam! break it up!"

As R said "bam! bam!" he slammed his arm down twice on my face. He slammed my nose really hard, leaving it hurt and stinging.

I was about to yell, "What the hell are you doing?" But I calmed down immediately. I knew if I yelled, R would just act like he didn't know why I was so mad.

I turned around to R, who was wrapped up to his face in a white sheet with L. I got right in his face and very calmly said, "I know you meant to do that. You meant to hit me in the face. You meant to be an asshole."

R very calmly looked at me. He said, "You're right. I did mean to do it to you. And you know what? From this day on, I'm just going to be a terrible person to you."

I said, "Oh. Okay." I knew I was living here with R and L. So I figured I'd have to get out of here as soon as possible, hopefully even by the coming day.

I started working through my thoughts, while still looking at R, trying to figure out how I could get rid of everything I didn't need, and how to move everything I needed as efficiently as possible.

I couldn't believe how young R looked, as young as he looked when I first met him, sixteen years ago!