non-lucid

fragments

huge port.....black steam ships........kinda dirty lake.....a story of silver-colored fish......some big fish...scary.....hospital.....baby...36 degree celcius fever......Garterbelt.....Vincent Law's face......was lucid but dont recall anything...

i was in a little lake thing. the water was very blue and there was a forest around me. looked like Hawaii but in the dream i thought it was Germany. my friend bryson was in the water with me. we walked alittle bit then a guy showed up and started to talk about all the fish and animals in and around the water. we started to walk to another pool of water when a shark then bit me. i ran back into the smaller pool. he bit my hand again, but it didnt hurt. so i just was letting him bite me and i was just messin around. then that guy told me and bryson to strt picking up dead bodies. we went over to a tunnel and then we were on top of a cliff with a dirt road leading down. at the top of the road there was a car split in half. the driver said cmon hurry. so i jumped in to the car. we were now going fast down this road. drifting all the corners. when we reached the bottom he dissapered. we were back at the pond but on the other side. i asked how we supposed to get back and i heard someone says cris's boat. that went i saw a huge boat floating in the water. there was a guy on it. i told him thats a huge boat. he said yeah but u can only fit 7 people on here. i saw he was towing a HUGE coooler infront of the boat. i told him it looked funny. he didnt say anything. i dont remember anything else from the dream.

Save the crocodile:
I was walking on a normal street, a few people were annoying me. I came acrosse a sandbox with a small bridge which turned into a pool with a few crocodiles. I fell into the pool and grabed one of the heavily injured crocodiles, and carried it with me. The same bridge suddenly extended over a vast see with an island in the iddle. Inside was a huge gate with an ridiculously huge room behind. I saw some sort ofbig endboss which I had to fight in order to save the crocodile.

Violation of natural laws:
I was in a complex of two buildings that sort of extended underground and were connected above the ground. There were thunderstorms all over the place but the clouds were just a few meter above the ground. The connection was flooded but rather than flowing down the water stayed up there. Down in one of the buildings I found an odd pyramid, I brought the top of it back into its original shape through some impossible geometric modifications.

Sort of lucid:
I was in my current home town and I have been fighting some people together with a few companions. Without reason I did an nose-plug RC and noticed I was dreaming, however I didn't understand at all what that means and just continued with the dream, being in a hazy state of mind.

Oct.13,2011
Nap 1pm-3pm. Going to bed 10.30pm. Woke up at 2.30.am, 4.22am, 5.30am, 6.30am.
Regular dream:
Fragment: something about friend of mine, if I can take her cats with me when I leave; snakes in a backyard; something about me checking out 2 swords, for protection in dreams, I assume.

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

[COLOR="silver"]I did remember 4 dreams when I woke up this morning, usually I will remember them all they to when I write them down here and I usually also not them. But I didn't note them and I didn't remember them today...
I woke up the timer though, but when I did my DEILD attempt nothing happend, so I was probably not in REM.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I remember that I dreamt that I was in my old school. And I talked to some girl, but then I don't remember anything more.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]I still think that this timer makes it easier for me to DEILD so I will keep using it.[/COLOR]

This dream was basically what the title says. Nothing of much interest happened. I call it a wasted dream.

I am at a party with ass-tons of people I know. My friend Zaine has received rumor he's going to get raped by this girl we all know. Well that's not good. I decide to volunteer for the job of protecting Zaine from getting raped. I scan the area, looking for the girl. I spot her with her friends at a table not too far away. Zaine decides he wants to leave before something bad happens. Unfortunately, he has to go past the girl no matter what. Damn, we're in quite a fix here. I now come up with a plan. I have Zaine begin to walk out, and I go to a different side of the room. I crawl under the tables and head towards the girl. I reach her, and I touch her feet. She is startled, and Zaine wanders past unnoticed. I now awake.

10.13.2011
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I find myself in a bar almost identical to the college commons. I overhear two guys talking about how they'd like to get dates for the night. They're clearly nervous at the thought of talking to a woman, and I tactfully let them know as I pass by: "Sorry to tell you guys this but you're beta as fuck!"

I give them a little peptalk and offer to show them how it's done. There's a lady in a blue and white dress standing somewhere nearby. I call out to the bartender to get a drink for her, and two for me. The bar suddenly appears populated, and the bartender (also a lady in a blue/white dress) brings me a tall glass, filling it in front of me. I thank her and join the others at the bar.

When I sit myself down I find Chelsea is seated next to me with a drink of vodka, and she appears to be enjoying it/my company. I am surprised to find that my own drink tastes really good, and I find myself successful in showing the others how a gentleman handles himself. Her wonderful smile stays with me as I wake up from the dream, and put me in a great mood to start the day with.


I don't know what it is with Chelsea and vodka, and she doesn't know either! XD BTW In case it wasn't clear, my dream-self didn't determine if the girl I'd bought the drink for was actually Chelsea, but it seems to make sense since she isn't a drinker and would be unlikely to have one in her hand had I not ordered it for her.

I also recall having a short lucid dream earlier in the morning, but it is of an embarrassing nature, so I'll simply say it happened and leave it at that. To protect the innocent, shall we say.

10.11.2011
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm on a field trip with Chelsea. We're at some outdoor event, like a carnival but with shops. Chelsea is sitting at a table much like an outdoor cafeteria and says she would like some vodka fries. Yes, vodka fries. I disappear from the group to peruse the shops and after several weird reactions from shop owners, I found a shop selling a bag of vodka fries. When I brough it back to her, I wouldn't let her have any, prompting her to chase me around before getting any.

She didn't get any vodka fries before I woke up. =P

Was at some hotel in Vegas with dina and Leo. Dina wanted Vip and Leo and I were going to sneak in. The guards let dina in and we went to them and said we were with her. Leo forgot his id and had to go back. They asked me for the Vip stamp but I said I just wanted to look inside. I went in with Dina and we waited for Leo at the club. It was your typical club with people dancing. We went through a weird portal that ended up in a really long game of survival. I forgot most of the levels except a feel one level we had to control space ships and destroy the opposing forces. We blasted through that with ease. The next level was some speed raceway where we drove through some obsticals. The last one I remember was weird. We were in some stonehedge looking place. There was shade and darkness. The sun would drastically burn you and if you were in it too long you would die. We couldn't find Leo and were scared he ended. We had togo get to the middle. I got burned several times but ended up in some safe zone. I found Leo. We were both burned very badly. We looked in the mirror and saw that we were burned in the exact same places and we got scratched in the same place too. We wondered what that meant. A lady burst out of nowhere and gave us a task that would finish this mission. I forget the rest.

Was the owner of gnc. I had two emplyees one guy and one woman. The woman looked about 20 and so did the guy. I really took care of the store and noticed the difference between working there and owning it. I cared a lot more. A guy asked me if we had a cool center piece for his game room and i showed him a giant budda fountian. I wanted to keep it. My woman employee came back and went to the bathroom. I followed her in and picked her up. made out a bit and I told her to wait I wanted to wake back to bed. The woman turned into kara. Kara wouldn't shut up and kept making jokes. I finally burst out laughing and finally gave up and thought well this is good enough. I told kara to wait a sec while I stabilized and we walked through the door out of gnc into some supper sunny house. We walked together talking and laughing about random stuff. I t was super bright and sunny. Almost blinding. There was a swimming pool outside and I told kara about how this had to he a shared. The only problem was that I remembered that kara was already at work. I started thinking alot and this took me out of the dream. I had a false awakening in my room. I drank some water and it tasted weird. I was writing the dream down and I realized it was a fa. I woke up so I could write it down without forgetting.

October 13, 2011

Some of my friends and I were watching movies on my basement tv. These weren't movies I could make out.

Eventually, we decided to order out for two pizzas. But everyone had to eat dinner. So, they all gave me money, totaling $20, and told me to order two large pizzas. I dial up Pizza Hut, and call them, ordering three larges because there's a special.

Once the pizza gets here, a kid from my Boy Scout troop is knocking on my door with them. Apparently they're using child labor now. (Should've realized this was a damn dream!) He opens my door without my permission, but he has pizza so it's all good.

He starts wandering around asking stupid questions and breaking everything. I take the pizza upstairs and wait for everyone to come back.

I hear chewing upstairs, and have this sinking feeling. I run upstairs, and see my father and brother finishing up the last box of Pizza Hut Pizza. We have a civil discussion.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I ask politely.

"Eating the pizza you bought for us," my father replies.

"Why on earth would I buy you pizza?!"

"It's Father's Day or my birthday or something."

"No, it's not. Even if it was, I'd just buy you a damn special occasion card from the dollar store."

"Hah! You can't even afford a dollar. I ate 17 pizza slices to show you how it feels."

"How what feels? And who ate the other 7 slices? There were 7 people! ..I think."

My brother pipes in, "I ate them."

"Ok, look. My friends gave me $20 to buy these damn pizzas. Once they find out what's happened, I'm toast, you jackass."

My father snickers, "Oh well. I think I hear knocking downstairs. You better go check!"

Indeed, there was loud knocking, a telltale sign of when Jane is knocking for you.

"Have fun," my dad says in a fatherly way.

"You too, guys."

I run to the basement, and open the door. The gang is there, waiting to come in.

"Hey, I'm hungry!"

Everyone says this simultaneously. I look at each of them, with their endearing expressions. I take a deep breath, but almost choke.

"Guys. My dad ate them all."

These words hung in the air, literally. Everyone looks at them in dead silence. I fear for my life. Then, they line up side to side. They each say a number at a time. I realize they are counting down. I start laughing, thinking that they can't hurt me because I'm dreaming. As they close in, my mother skips down the steps somehow, telling me my brother and father had heart attacks.

Breaking into an apartment

I was a regular male. I felt starring a movie character in a movie...thats why I had changes in point of view.
I was living in a small room of concrete apartment. it was technically not a room; it almost looked like refuge of some kind of Holocaust. the door that slides is made up of concrete also. I think it had a small window. since I'm a movie character, I think was a criminal or someone like that.
I had this superpower of flying, so I tried to leave the town. but I failed so I crushed on my room door. then I tried again, and eventually left the town. while I was flying I saw a small forest? and felt like that there was NY City near me....
then I found some apartments; thought the apartment town was in Sweden or other European country. just being curious (or the feeling I had similar to having lucid dream..this was semi-LD.), I wanted to break in a house in the apartment. so I jumped to the veranda and tried to get in the locked window. I even thought of transforming into a small insect to get in! but when I just looked closely to the window I somehow got into the house. lol
at this moment my point of view was split into 3rd person. this man, or I, was wearing a black criminal mask and suit. I was really a criminal. I opened a room door and there was 4-8 yrs young girl sleeping on the bed. then suddenly I was caught by her 'mom', and the girl caught me to, and they started to beat me. the 'dad' was still sleeping in the room, having a girl/ boy baby beside him, and the mom shouted 'wake up honey!!! you gotta help me!!!' I think the dad slowly woke up.

Time Travel to 80's

(finally I was 'me') I was flying with someone(felt like my teacher?) over the apartments. there was nothing but blue sky above the apartments so I got scared. I landed on the top of the building, and went down on the ground.
this dream felt like that it was in the 80's, maybe '85. suddenly I felt like I had a talent in music, then this old man came to me and said: "you're very talented. I will buy you a headphone." so I thought it must be really old and cheapy bc its 80s.... but the old man said, it's an American headphone.
I was chatting with people sitting in circle. I saw some Asians and Caucasians. this one man said to me:
"you should thank to that old man. that American headphone is like, what, 300,000 wons here(Koera) and maybe 600 dollar in america? you're so lucky!"
....so what? I thought. anyway on the left of me my friend who time traveld to 80s also was sitting next to me, and on the right there was a Native American or Indian woman. we sang the 80s beat song together, and I almost freaking throw up from its disgusting-old-song.

Art Class SpongeBob

I was in the art class at high school. I tried to do watercolor piece but I forgot to bring my watercolors so I was puzzled. so I tried to draw something another. these 2 students were playing computer game, and the substitue teacher yelled at them. idk why, I was playing Sonic game on ipad secretly.
then I threw ipad away and started to draw SpongeBob. my R was infront of me, saying "dude, you dont miss any detail from SpongeBob face. haha look at his eyelids!"
I was drawing 3 eyelids on SpongeBob's eyes. then I'm like "oh! I gotta draw his dimples lool" then I drew his sponge holes too.

I was with a beautiful Chines woman. We were looking at something...information on a piece of paper or something. I was very surprised when she "by chance" touched my hand with hers. Then her leg happened to rest comfortably over mine. It was really nice.

She had a little, blue, rubber fish. It had a slit in the top where you could fill it with Noxema, and hers was full. It was about the size of a woman's thumb. It was so cute, I wanted one.

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I saw a strange hallway with two doors that opened like Star Trek doors. It was a cheap Star Trek type scene too. I thought it was really strange to see the doors like that. Then I was in my mom's old apartment, but my grandmother lived there. It was very dark as though everyone was going to sleep. I think my cousins and maybe my brother were there too.

There was some kind of granule on the floors. I collect sand, so I asked someone for a plastic bag to put some in. I got some from the hall. The living room had a more course grain material, and it was darker. I wanted to collect some of this too, but I didn't want to seem greedy, so I thought I would wait a while.

The hallway was soon carpeted. I knew I needed to hurry and get some of the material from the living-room, but when I went in there, it had been carpeted too. Damn!

Then I was at a job. It was a stressful office job. I forget what was happening in that part of the dream.

Awake now, I still want a little, blue, rubber fish.

Dream - Lucid

I felt myself moving into a dream. I wanted to sit up, but not until I knew for sure I was dreaming.

Everything was then very dark around me, like it was the dead of night. I saw a window in my room where it wasn't supposed to be. I kept saying in my head
"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming."
I sat up, feeling no resistance, but then, I suddenly snapped back down like a rubber band.
Bummer.

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I was in high school band again. I had my bass clarinet out, and I was playing it, just messing around a little. I was standing, then I was sitting in the band at some point. A girl I used to know, Cathy I think, was playing a tenor sax. She was just beginning to learn how to play it. I looked over at her. The tenor sax looked HUGE. I mean, those things are already pretty damn big, but this one was as wide as a tenor and as long as my bass clarinet.

I looked at my reed. I realized that this was the first time I had gotten my bass clarinet out since high school, and that I should have checked it out before just putting it together and playing it. Who knows what kinda gross shit was in there? I started to take it apart in the band room while talking to someone.

At some point, I talked to my old band teacher as well.

Dream skip.

I was about to see Chris again, for the first time in almost a year. Lots of things had changed; he was dating someone else and we hadn't really talked since January. I was really excited to see him.

Then, Chris was there. We were hanging out in an off-white room, I don't know where we were. I know everything was very clear and bright, like it was in the middle of the day. We were laughing and catching up, having a great time. I wanted so badly to tell him how much I had missed him, how much I wanted to spend more time with him. I wanted him to leave his girlfriend and come back to me, but I never said that. I couldn't bring myself to. Regardless, we did some hugging. It was nice.

Chris and I were then on a train. It was a strange train, as it ran on a single track that was raised up above the land, like a monorail. Below the tracks was green grass; we were in the country. The conductor wasn't there, so Chris had to drive the train. I was in there with him. The car was empty and colored grey steel. The only thing it had was a small steering wheel that looked like the steering wheel to a pirate ship, only smaller. I watched out the window as Chris drove the train. We took a curve and had a really close call; the train almost fell of the tracks, but Chris adjusted enough to fix it.

Then, I looked ahead on the tracks. There was a sharp curve coming up, and the track looked corroded. Chris did the best he could, but the train fell on its side and almost all the way off of the track. The right wall of the train fell out, and so did Chris. I rushed over as he was falling and grabbed his hand, saving him from falling to the ground some distance below. I had a rush of adrenaline as I did this, and felt the need to say something that had been bottling up the whole time we had been hanging out; the whole time we hadn't spoken or seen one another.
"I love you," I said.
He did not respond. What was I expecting?

I pulled him back up into the remnants of the train.

We were then suddenly on the ground below the rail. The ground was no longer grass, but a hard, greyish flooring was below our feet. An official-looking woman approached us. She had her blonde hair pulled back tight, and was wearing a suit.
"So far, 8 people were killed," she said, referring to the accident.
I stepped in and defended Chris, telling her that it wasn't his fault and the track had been corroded.

Then, we were back in that room we were in originally. In a way, it now reminded me of a kitchen. Chris got on the phone, a land line, and was talking to someone about how he would be in San Fransisco in a month. I then remembered that he was moving to Chile in a month (he is in waking life). I started to feel defeated. I couldn't believe I had forgotten that.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was standing in some place like an art museum. I stood at the edge of two rooms, like I was in a third room or a hallway. The two rooms were separated from each other by a small divider. Both of the rooms were pretty wide and airy. But the walls seem to have been spattered with paint, mostly red, with highlights of yellow.

In the room on my right, hanging right next to the dividing wall, was a long, hanging-scroll type of artwork. I may have thought of it as a Japanese painting. But may have been more like an embroidery, with a lot of gold thread. It showed Buddha on the top of a mountain, meditating.

A little, Asian boy ran up to the artwork and began pushing at it. He was pushing at it so hard that the fabric was stretching, becoming gauze-like, semi-transparent. I was panicked that the boy was going to tear the artwork. But I didn't want to say anything to him.

I now noticed that the artwork hung by something like a paper towel roll, through which ran a little rod like a metal clothes hanger. As the boy was pushing, the paper towel roll kept coming more and more off the rod. I knew the artwork would crumple to the ground.

I still felt shy about talking to the boy. But I went and found an older Asian man, who I figured must have been the boy's father. The man was skinny, with coppery skin, a receding hairline, and a slim, square cut of dark, black hair.

The man seemed to have a little trouble understanding English. But once he understood what I was saying, he went after the boy. By this time the artwork had probably been pushed to the ground. There seemed to be smoke, more like the sweetish-smelling stage smoke, all over the place. I seemed to be standing behind waist-high stacks of boxes.

The man and I now stood in another room, which was like the frame of a burnt-out house. There was smoke or steam everywhere around us. But we may basically have been outside, on a kind of yellowy-pale day.

The woman was upset, possibly because the artwork had been ruined. She was telling me and the man that she would be fine.

I now saw from the woman's viewpoint. I told the man (and somebody else?) that I was going to go home and shoot myself in the heart.

Dream #2

I was in a living room with my old friend R. I sat on the floor. R sat either on the floor or on the couch. The room was kind of dim, and there was stuff, including blankets, cluttered all around us.

I had a huge cookie before me. It was maybe 75cm in diameter. It was white, and it may have had something in it, like walnuts or pecans.

R encouraged me to eat the cookie. He seemed to think I was being a bit too shy about it. So I took a piece off the edge of the cookie and ate it.

R now revealed that he had a huge, brown cookie with stuff in it like chocolate chips, but not quite. R had to unwrap his cookie from a clear cellophane wrapper. He began eating his cookie and bragging about how good it was. Something about this was supposed to make me feel bad, like he'd "tricked" me into eating my own cookie while he got to eat his cookie, which was better than mine.

I decided I'd test out R's cookie, so I grabbed a chunk of it and ate it. R looked at me like he wanted to kill me.

Dream #3

It was night. I was in the back of the car with a guy. I sat on the left side. The guy sat on the right.

The guy was kind of tall, heavy, with a rounding jaw and squarish head. He had a short, square haircut with red-brown hair. He wore a black leather jacket. When he spoke, the guy had an accent that sounded Russian to me.

The guy talked about the Federico Fellini movie La Strada. He mentioned a group of people who were in the movie, but more in a sense like the movie was a real-life environment, of which they were a part. They had come into this place as spies. They may have been from the FBI.

The guy said these FBI spies had had such a great time in La Strada. "If they were having such a good time there, why did they go back to America? Why didn't they stay?"

Something about what the guy said didn't make sense to me. It may have been that I'd thought that of course the guys would want to go home: they'd only been here to spy.

We drove past some building like an auto repair garage. The garage door was all clear plexiglass, and the lights were on in the garage. But a couple of guys were pasting a humongous map of the United States up against the garage door, to block the view inside.