non-lucid

I was in an anime cartoon from a book I read at a meeting at a college. Then me and all the characters of the book walked up some stairs into a minecraft world. Then, the real world, where we were reenacting Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, and I became a sith lord.

Lucid - No

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

20-10-11 Chill out intentions, see if I can find Kaomea, otherwise just stand still so people can find me.

“Bus travel, talking about dreams”

I am travelling on a bus with a couple of my female friends. I notice a girl, who I made an ass out of myself in front of at one point. She has been out all night and I can tell this because she is wearing the same dress she was the night (or maybe a couple of nights?) before. It is this dress that is open on the back all the way down to her waist and is really short. It looks roughed up and dirty, which is to be expected from such a heavy session out. It is beige/brown. I know she has been out for a long time, but I don't mention it to the others.

We get to the end of our drive and get out. The girl asks if anyone has a lighter as she wants to light a cigarette. I know I have one, but I await to see if anyone else wants to help her. Then the friends I am with asks me if I have a lighter, I ask if she hasn't found one yet and when my friend says no I light her cigarette. I am surprised to find that she lights it inside the bus. I get my lighter back

I walk outside the bus. I have a cigarette and I see Mikkel Nyholm in a bus that is parked right next to ours. He also has a cigarette. I run into my cousin and we start talking about dreams. He mentions that obviously his dreams aren't as cool as mine and I say “Wellll yeeeeaahh... wellll” (lol). He talks about how he bought loads of cocaine and how he wanted to buy a kilo for like 10 DKK, which obviously is stupidly cheap. Then Kaiser walks over and, because he believes that Morten is talking about waking life, wanting to get high (?). My cousin looks concerned about the fact that Kaiser can't tell that he is talking about a dream.
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“Prison with my brother-in-law”

I get thrown into prison and it scares me a bit. I talk to my cousin Michael, who is also getting jailed though I don't recall our crime, if they have separate sections for rockers and the like. He explains that they haven't though they talked about implementing it at one point, they figured out it was against the constitution or something like that.

We get thrown into different ends of the hallway of the jail. When I go into my cell I figure out that I am celled in with my brother-in-law. I had some suspicions about this and reads the name again but the text is a bit blurred (I remember thinking though that when I saw it was him I recognised the writing).

Although selfish I am a bit relived that I am in a cell with someone I know. I enquire as to why he is in prison and he explains that he has been in a fight. I ask further and he tells me he doesn't really feel like elaborating on it, but then he does anyway.
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“Dude, I have already been to jail, we are fucking dreaming, please understand the massiveness of the situation!”

I got to a boxing match and Pil was there. I am stood by the ring looking out over the audience. Jacob and this boxing name was boxing Samir something. I am looking back out over the audience and Pil is now talking to me about Thursday, we were supposed to do something, which will carry into Friday as well.

Then I think that I am supposed to be thrown into jail on Friday so we can't do it there “I'll take mental note of that” Pil say. I get Lucid. “Pil you don't understand the implications of this statement! We are dreaming”. “Oh yeah” he says as if he doesn't care, I grab hold of him telling him “Dude we are dreaming, this is massive! Think about this, Dude you are dreaming”. “Yeah well I don't really find that interesting anyway” (I need to have a chat to my mate about his attitude about being in my dreams! =P).

I try and get the dream to stabilise, but the environment is really dark and there are all of these flashing lights and the dream fades.

Notes: This dream is the sole product of using the dicta phone. I only remembered it when listening to the recordings =)
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“Dashing through the snow,with Franky's singing elves, I stop to spot a Mannequin and then I walk along” (The title makes more sense if you sing it!)

I am asleep, lying on a sun bed or similar though I am inside. I have a lot of pillows. My family is talking about that someone is allowed to go and knick a pillow from me while I am sleeping, they don't know I can hear what is going on. I have plenty of pillows, but I am being an idiot and don't really want to let one go.

I try and look offended as the woman steals my pillow and I stand up and lean against the sofa. I just can't stand up so I turn around and lie down again. This time in the opposite direction to what I was before. My head is close to the outer wall and I start letting my mind drift. I get the sensation that I am floating out of my skull through the wall down towards the ground.

I am not really seeing much at this point, but the a white house starts flickering vague in my perceptual field and I start clinging on to this image and soon enough the dream starts manifesting, as I will it to. I look up and see my cousin's cousin Mathias in the window. The window has brown frames and opens outwards double door style.

Mathias asks me if it isn't about time I let my awareness float to my own position and I agree to this. As I do this it drops to the ground and I feel embodied and start walking around. It is fairly bright, but all of a sudden the brightness is only in a smaller circle around me, while utter darkness is outside this circle. I drop to the ground and start feeling it in order to stabilise. During this I manage to grab a rotten apple that I clench my hand around and feel the mashed apple between my fingers. I also remember feeling the grass a bit.

I wake up in the same spot still in the dream, but having lost lucidity (damn, this is quite rare for me :/). My cousin starts joking about what I was just doing, and I explain to him that it was rather important that I was trying to stabilise the dream. He sort of interrupts my explanation in a resigning manner letting me know he understands, but he wanted em to explain it so his cousin would understand as well (I can't believe I didn't turn lucid again! =P).

Then I go through the house and look at some blue prints. These aren't technical blue prints though but situational, locational and seasonal spells. They are of little value I think, but I pick one of them. that says “The little friends have left a gift”.

Then the Vegas style show music starts playing with Frank singing about the elves and how people underestimate them. Something about reconnecting with the “little friends” and the “prickly friends” and clearing our complete misunderstandings, I get the feeling the spell might be more powerful than I originally anticipated.

I start walking around the house in the evening feeling content, not quite happy, just without strain. There is snow all over the place and I reach down and grab this in my hands. The texture is both melting and dry snow. It is powdery and light, while still being malleable into a snowball, which I know cause I test it, though I don't throw it anywhere.

I look though a large window in the house and see a couple of rows of mannequins, and amongst the dolls there are too living people standing looking at each other, smiling lightly. I get the feeling that they are in love and acting playfully. The woman looks out for me, she looks rather concerned as if she knows me, but I just smile and carry on, just contemplating being while the elf music is playing (lol).
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“Celebration of life party”

I have a celebration party for Aase who is intending to gear down in life. We haven't really understood that this was happening before. The reason I know it is happening now is because there is this card I have read previously where we explain it. The card says something about her having loved her life and the way it has panned out, but now she thinks it is time for her to gear down a bit.

19-10-11 Tried to keep intentions to a minimum as it worked so well the night before, but I was quite excited and experienced shitty recall.

“Family zombie bashing mission”

We are heading out on a zombie bashing mission. No one except me really knows how to go about this except me, so I start explaining what people can expect and how they should act etc. My family look rather surprised at me for knowing this stuff.

I explain that they should start with getting hammers, clubs and other blunt weapons as they work well against zombies. Croquet mallets that sort of direction I continue to explain, work really well for smashing skulls. They look at me wide eyed utterly surprised that I know this shit. They start laughing a bit, but they do take me seriously and start collecting their gear.

I walk into my room and talk to my dad. He asks me why I think he was absolutely hammered yesterday, and he explains that he was up all night making weapons for this mission. I think that sounds like a perfectly valid explanation for his drunken behaviour during the dream ^^.
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“My flat mate doesn't know how to quest”

I come back to the flat and Thure has been in charge of my questing. I have this quest that says I have to be back within an hour, and he seems to have neglected this. When I am walking around and into the room where the people who gave me the quest are standing I notice they have red circles under their feet indicating that they are hostile, and they attack me. The dream shifts into 2D and my perspective shifts “above” the scenario.

I speak to Thure about it and we joke and laugh. Apparently it means that I loose 10 reputation for this, which is bad..

I remember walking along a beach and looking in pools and seeing snails in their shells but they were stuffed with garlic butter , I watched them for a while wondering when they would start moving or if they were the sort I could eat.
I then went fully clothed for a swim in the sea, and floating on the surface was rubbish like nets and fishing twine and other rubbish. I held them in my mouth as I swam to shore feeling quite smug about doing my bit for the environment. I got back to the beach and put them all in a pile, but felt something in my throat, so thinking I must have swallowed a bit of twine, I reached down my throat and started pulling on what I felt, but as it was comming out I saw that I was pulling out my small intestine. This left me staring at my innards as it was lying in the sand and wondering if I would be ok if I just swallowed it back down.

Tuesday 11/10/11 - Something to do with League of legends

Wednesday 12/10/11 - I was a catapult.

Thursday 13/10/11 - I had a vintage merryweather with ghosts in TF2
- I didn’t know whether it was Thursday or Friday

Friday 14/10/11 - I was on an island with some chick, it was supposed to be hong kong. Everything was floating away

I was at a lake (that had tides :S) and it had palm trees

Saturday 15/10/11 - Slept late

Sunday 16/10/11 - I saw people going to take an entry exam into my school and I wished them good luck

Monday 17/10/11 - I don’t remember but I know there was something

Tuesday 18/10/11 - Nothing

Wednesday 19/10/11 - I visited my friend in Tasmania. We went fishing and there was hugs surf. We went bushwalking and packed heaps of stuff.

Thursday 20/10/11 - I dreamt I died, but it was actually milhouse from the simpsons who died, and bart said, 'I had to make your death worthwhile. Milhouse had ice on his hands.?

Friday 21/10/11 - I was playing snow in FFXIII ~ he hasn't been playable for ages in the part I'm up to

Our family now has two iPads. A black iPad first gen and a white iPad 2. I'm watching a movie in my room on a couch on the wall opposite my bed (this couch does not exist IRL) and am under a blanket. I am watching the movie on the black iPad and eating chocolate glazed donuts at the same time. Every time I pull a donut from under the covers the chocolate scrapes off on the blanket and the screen of the iPad. I'm looking out the window too, it's nighttime. My brother might be with me. I also remember seeing the white iPad on my kitchen table.

This is a bit of an embarrassing dream but I put it down to being sick these last few days and having bad diarrhoea.

Not sure how the dream starts but remember having to travel to some place, but could feel as I was walking along that I was shitting my pants. I reached in with my hands to chuck out the worst of it, but still felt dirty and uncomfortable. Came accross a river/lake/sea and took the opportunity to jump inwith my clothes on and clean myself up. Once done I carried on to my destination only for the shit to start over again.

10.20.2011/Non-Lucid
I dreamed I was joining the US Air Force. I was in a room with a lot of strangers, almost like a kind of waiting room for a train station, about to leave for either training or some kind of active combat. I was wearing a green uniform and looking at my military ID card in my wallet when I realized I didn't want to do this - I was doing it to impress a girl, I think. I started to reverse my dream, watching earlier sequences go in reverse like a movie being played backwards. I wasn't aware it was a dream, I just knew I could undo my life at that point. I stopped just before applying for the Air Force, and I don't remember doing anything besides before the dream ended.

I dreamed of my father last night. I was so happy to see him. At the time it made sense that he was alive. I hugged him and cried. We saw a beautiful mountain scene and I told him we should go there, or Unicoi (where we went when I was a child) for a last chance to enjoy and not argue. He said OK.

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I was with an old fling SB. She was playing with her underwear in a way that showed herself. I started playing a game with her where I pulled her skin. It allowed me to reveal her more and touch her where I wanted. It was really nice, but I woke up after a few times touching her.

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I'm laying on my side beside a few friends and a television set. Next to the television there are several cases of nitrous oxide that seem to appear almost out of thin air. I grab one and so does my friend, pull the trigger, and inhale. We lock eyes. She's follows my every action. I now notice the dimness of my setting as I set the canister beside me and the gas leaks from its nozzle: a bland looking apartment building living room. There is a sense of bleak hopelessness, but not overwhelmingly and it's definitely comes with a drag of content. I warn my companions not to smoke or light a match while the gas is fogging the vision between us.

Suddenly, I get that feeling you get when your tooth is about to get pulled. Sure the giddy lightheadedness from the nitrous, but more so the overwhelming feeling of being strapped to a chair. There is a detached chattering in the back of my head. I realize I'm dreaming, only I'm still stuck. I realize after a moment of struggling that I'm stuck in a transitional state between waking and sleeping. The chatter is the sound of my professor's voice pulsating through my bedroom. I wake up, realizing what a failed attempt this was at laying in bed and still trying to pay attention to my online class.

Grrr...I really need to get to bed on time. I made it farther into the MILD process last night, reaching a very decent point of visualization, but I only went over the mantra two or three times before I fell asleep

1) The dream began with a title: "Dream 06 - Israel". If that title is to be trusted, that means there's five other dreams I had last night but cannot remember After that, I found myself in the middle of a hotel shower. I got out and made my way into the world outside, and found myself in Israel. I spoke to some locals in Hebrew and they all told me about a horrible person that was coming into town that would do me great harm if he found I was there. They advised I remain hidden in my hotel room until he came and went. Well I thought that was unnecessary, so I didn't listen. Eventually I wound up in the same building as this horrible person when he arrived, and to save my neck I sneaked around, avoiding detection. I stealthily took out a couple guards, but I still got noticed by the man himself before I could escape. Turned out he was actually a pretty nice guy, though...

Dream Signs: being somewhere with no memory of getting there, being around people, highly unusual circumstances

So this one I can actually remember the start of it. I was in a house or something with other survivors about to go sprint to a supermarket. I remember them wanting to wait for this car to come pick them up because they saw this note from their family that told them to wait two days for a car to come get them, but it had been about two days. So I remember now waking around this strip mall area with them, I was telling them that we should go find a gas station or somewhere that has food. But my friend Avery said no because there would be too many zombies there. So then I remember a mad dash to a supermarket. We got inside and I was really hungry at this point. So I told them and they said they would find food in a minute. I remember just walking around this store just looking for some food. I found a kit kat bar and quickly devoured it. I met up with everyone else and they said that we should leave soon. So when they were done talking I looked in front of me and found some drawstring backpacks and then I realized it was a gift bag. But I looked down and there were drawstring bags, I grabbed a few and tossed them to my fellow survivors. They said they were useless and threw them back. I was a big angered but I continued to stockpile whatever I could. I then remember this thing about death coming up behind me and telling me how long I had to live. It was weird and didn't really mean much. Anyways I remember one of the guys hearing this groan from behind the store. We though it was zombies so we all prepared to leave. I looked out and saw this green thing that looked like the grinch. I shouted that it was a zombie but it actually wasn't. I went out to it and it had the note on it that my friends read. So I came back in. I now remember running down the street away from zombies. I remember a guy with razor numchucks killing zombies. We continued to run and then I saw these kids like 18 yrs old with a chainsaw. I got pushed into their garage and they were all getting pumped up to kill zombies. They started beating me up and were possibly going to rape me but death came up behind me and told them to leave me alone. So I got out of the place but lost all my stuff in my bag and everyone was mad at me. We then came to a safe house where there was food.

That's pretty much it

Dream - Lucid

I was laying in my bed on my stomach. Paul was sleeping next to me. I hoped he didn't try anything.

Then, it was morning, and we were up and out of bed. Brittany, a girl I met in one of my classes, laughed and said Paul had stayed at my house every night. She was right. I thought about it, and he had. I didn't understand why though. I mean, nothing had ever really happened between us or anything.

We were then laying in bed again. I was laying on my stomach, and I felt Paul put his arm over me and kinda cuddle me. I was so tired I didn't fight it. Paul then said something about us partying all night and staying up till dawn. I told him I couldn't because I had a test in the morning. He kept on talking about it anyway.

Another morning came. We were both up and about again. I looked at Paul, and all he was wearing were these mustard yellow boxers. I didn't look at him for too long; I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. I quickly averted my eyes.

I then went to class. I was in this big auditorium that reminded me of my old middle school auditorium.

Then, I was in bed again, and figured out I was dreaming. I looked around, and the TV was in the wrong place. I then did I finger count: 5 on the right hand, 6 on the left. I got up out of bed and went to phase through a wall, hoping it would take me somewhere else.

I was too hasty and didn't think through were I wanted to go, however, and things went black. I was in bed again after a few seconds of darkness, but I was still aware that I was dreaming. I decided to go get my brother and show him around the world of lucid dreaming. I got up out of my bed and hovered a little. I then went to my door to exit the room. I decided to not phase through it this time since the last time ended in blackness. I turned the handle, first doing another finger count.

I then was in my brother's room, trying to get his dream body out of bed. I don't remember much else from this part of the dream.

The next thing I know, I'm standing in front of a mirror. I look at my reflection, bu I discover that I look totally different. My hair is much darker, straighter, and longer, and my face looked much different and a bit younger. I concentrated a little more on it, and I started to be able to recognize my eyes on the unknown face staring back at me in the mirror.

I then decided to try something I've always heard about, but have never had experience with. A lot of people have told me that when they see their reflection in their dreams, it's horrible, disgusting, and terrifying. I've never had that experience, so I decided to try something to see what would happen. I said, out loud to my reflection,
"I want to face my demons. Show me my demons."
My face started to morph and change, every so often stopping in a distorted position. It would enlongate, flatten, my eyes would shrink, my face at one point looked kind of like an ass, etc. It just kept doing that. I could even feel it happening physically.

However, it wasn't scary. Just kinda weird.

I was then in a room somewhere. I felt the dream losing stability, so I started to feel and concentrate on my surroundings. I ran my hand over a glass surface, focusing on how real the glass felt. Below the glass was a metal surface. I did the same for that. I felt the cold, shiny metal under my fingers. It made the dream feel more stable.

Lately I've been having a little trouble remembering my dreams after I've woken up, which concerns me a little because I almost always remember them. I'm always telling family and friends, "I had the strangest dream last night..." and then proceed to tell them all about it. Thankfully, i remember bits and pieces of the dream I had last night:

I'm driving in a car on what appears to be a freeway. I'm coming up on a slower moving vehicle, so I move over into the lane to the right of the vehicle and accelerate to pass it. As I look down the road I see another vehicle coming in the opposite direction and it has just moved into the same lane as me. I'm puzzled about this but not really concerned because everything around me seems to be happening in slow motion, but my reaction time(s) are still the same. So as the other car approaches me, I am easily able to move to the right just enough to let him pass me, then move to the left back into my lane. A few minutes later, I go to pass another car and the same thing happens but it's a different car this time. Then a few minutes after that, I see a car ahead of me try to change lanes, but it clips another car and they both start to go out of control. There I am in my car, watching this multi-car accident unfold in slow motion all around me. I'm watching pieces of the cars coming off and go flying slowly through the air. Even though my car remains undamaged, I pull over to the side of the road because I was a witness to the accident and will need to tell the police what happened. I see a restaurant on the opposite side of the road and suddenly find myself inside it, asking to use their phone. But the people in the restaurant, employees and customers alike, all just saw the accident and are asking me questions about it: "Are you all right?". "What happened?" "Who caused it?"

That's pretty much all I remember.

Good morning, everybody. Time seemed to be really weird in this dream. I tried to get it all down as well as I could.

Dream #1

I was out in a park on a sunny day, possibly with a small group of people. The park was a long, slightly sloped lawn, an asphalt path, and then another lawn which went up a ridge. The lawns were kind of yellowy, as if the grass hadn't gotten much rain.

At the top of the ridge was a row of trees. We had to pull out the trees. The trees were all small, and we had to get them out, all the way to the roots. We would then carry them down to a wheelbarrow on the path, where they would be carted away, maybe two or three at a time.

Suddenly, it seemed like the scene was going to start over again. My view was coming in toward the park, moving up toward the trees. There may have been another row of trees on the border of the park and, now, a row or two of trees lining the asphalt path.

Suddenly, it was like the scene started over again, and I was coming back into the park, like a disembodied viewer. Then the scene started all over again, but it was like I was watching the view on a little, boxy TV that stood on the floor in some dark room. This experience may have started all over again.

Now I was back in the park. I was on the asphalt path, which was lined, at least on one side, with trees, making the path shady. My brother was with my, just up the hill from the path. He wanted me to take a picture of him. I tried to take a picture of him, but my view was all blocked by the leafy branch of a tree, like a poplar or a callery pear.

I tried again to get a good shot of my brother. But now my view was of the hillside -- with me on it. I also saw my mother and her best friend, and possibly my brother. We were all standing kind of far apart from each other. I was walking down the hill. I was in shade, but a greenish light hit the underside of my left cheek, as if somehow reflecting the light of the green leafs in the sun. I managed to get a photo of this, as if I were also outside the scene.

I was now outside the park again. But this time I wasn't coming in. I stood on the outside, hiding behind a border of trees. I had, apparently, been sick for a long time, and I was just now coming back. I was afraid of the boss of whatever project this was that I was working on. But someone, maybe in my head, told me not to worry, just to approach the boss and be honest.

I was now going with my brother and a thin, old, kind of intelligent-looking man into some place which was supposed to be my office. The place looked like a storage shed, like in some dirt-lot complex of sheds that might be seen on the outskirts of a city.

We had to walk up steps to get into this trailer-like office. But there was no front wall. We just walked right in. Everything seemed to be made of wood: the floors, desks, walls, everything -- and the same kind of wood, like pale wood from an old backyard deck.

I had perhaps lost my job, possibly because the company I worked for had gone under. I was here with my brother and the old man to get my stuff. The old man seemed to know a lot more about this whole process than I did.

We went up to the right wall, where, as I was grabbing something, I may have passed out. I was then walking back up the steps and into the office. It was like I had been sick for a long time, and this was the first time I'd come back to the office since I'd gotten sick.

The old man and my brother were there to meet me. My older brother was looking around the office. The old man stood by the wall. I walked up to the old man. We were supposed to be doing something regarding cleaning up the office after my sickness.

I remembered an old man giving me some kind of little wooden box, which was like a matchbox. The old man had been sick, maybe even dying. I had been caring for him somehow, almost as if I were a doctor. I had been standing by the wall, and the old man had been laying on the floor. The last thing I remembered before getting sick was holding the box. Then I passed out.

The old man in the present time knew my memory. He told me we had to find that box. We found it instantly. It was a little wooden box about four centimeters in width and length and maybe 7 millimeters tall. It had a little interior which pushed in and out like a drawer, or like in a matchbox. But it also seemed not to do that, but to latch open and closed, like some kind of folder or briefcase.

The old man took the box from me. He told me we had to burn it. I had gotten sick and passed out, the old man said. But other people had died. There had been a plague, all through this office and in other places.

This box, the man told me, was the source of the infection. We needed to burn it. And we were going to burn this whole office down, too.

The old man and I, and possibly my brother, may have continued talking as we walked toward the other end of the office. We may have been planning to leave the office.