non-lucid

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a "Quentin Tarantino movie." I think it was supposed to be like Inglourious Basterds, like in the final scene between the young man and the young woman in the film booth.

I was some kind of spy. I may have been a man in my forties, with a big, curly moustache. I may have a tiny bit overweight, and I may have been wearing an overcoat and a fedora.

I was sneaking through some building, trying to find and kill some woman, but also trying to escape her so she couldn't kill me. I went through a series of rooms like rooms in a mansion, even though this building was a multi-floor building, like some kind of museum.

I eventually found the woman working in a room like a film booth. The woman had her back turned to me. I may have been supposed to kill her. But I suddenly realized that I had to get out of here before she noticed me and started chasing me, to kill me.

I knew that there really wasn't any way out of this building, or at least no secret way that the woman wouldn't be able to get to long before I did. But I still went running away through the building, not looking for a way out, necessarily, but at least looking for a way to put distance between me and the woman.

But, for some reason, I almost purposely walked myself into a series of rooms that weren't just a dead end, but were a very short series of dead ends. I walked through one bedroom-like area, well-lit with natural light, then down a case of red-carpeted stairs. I ended up in a very small bathroom.

The bathroom barely had enough space for me to turn around in. The light was dim and incandescent, and most of the room seemed to be coated in yellow-beige tiles that faded into a dark brown at their edges. There was also a turquoise-colored towel.

I knew I had absolutely walked myself directly into a dead end. I knew the woman would catch up to me any time now. Yet I thought I would hide in the bathroom forever, or until the woman had gotten past me.

I knew that wouldn't work, though, and that the woman could easily find me. I just decided to leave the bathroom and face the woman.

I walked out of the bathroom. About halfway up the steps I noticed that the woman was standing over the top of the steps, off to their side, leaning over a waist-high railing bordering the staircase.

The woman looked young, maybe in her early twenties. She was pale skinned, with an oval-shaped, soft face. She had light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, pale blue eyes, and eyeglasses. She wore a green sweater and blue jeans. She actually seemed kind of nice and nerdy. But she was levelling a pistol at me.

At first, out of fear from having the gun pointing straight at me, I backed down a couple steps, like I was going back to the bathroom. But I realized that everything was over for me, and that I should at least be brave enough to face my fate. So I started walking back up the steps.

The woman seemed ready to shoot me. She didn't really want to wait until I got up the steps. She said, "Where do you want it? In the stomach?" She pointed the gun toward me stomach. "Or in the chest?" She pointed the gun toward my chest.

For some reason I "kind of" thought about my back, and how I thought the most efficiently killing shot would be one that went through "my back." But I couldn't quite get the concept of "my back" through my head. But I did think that my chest was close enough to "my back" to give me a pretty efficient death.

I told the woman to go ahead and shoot me in the chest. So she levelled the gun at my chest. I spread my chest out, so I could take the shot bravely, hopefully without flinching.

The woman shot me. I flew up into the air. I may have been falling down the stairs. But it really felt like I was just floating in the air, in a kind of "laying on my back" position, except with my head and maybe my legs bowed down a little bit, so I wasn't completely flat.

The woman said, "Well, that's all over, then. Thanks for being so cooperative about letting me get this over with!" She cheerfully walked toward the exit of the room.

I replied, "Oh, no problem. Thanks for being so nice and giving me a choice of where I could be shot."

Dream #2

I was standing in a hallway of a house. The house was kind of short, just a little alcove really, between a few rooms and the living room. The hallway was lit with incandescent light. To my right was the living room. The living room wasn't lit at all.

I was examining some papers in my hands when I heard some weird noises. It was like jangling glass and metal, like people were shuffling some stuff around or breaking stuff. But it sounded a little bit far away, like maybe one or two rooms separated from the living room.

I wondered if someone was breaking into this house. I was kind of afraid to go check, even though I knew I'd probably have to.

But then I looked out into the living room, to a computer out on a desk. The computer was playing some kind of show or visual program. It looked like a bunch of papers shuffling around on some kind of classical desk.

I could now tell that the sounds were coming from the computer. It seemed kind of weird to me that the visual program of papers shuffling on a desk would be accompanied by the sound of glass breaking and metal bars jangling and shuffling around.

But I think I figured that if I got closer to the computer, to see what the visual program was really all about, it would probably all make a lot more sense to me.

Dream #3

I sat in something like a conference room, at the right side a long, oval or rectangular table. I sat positioned directly across the table from the door into the conference room. To my left sat a woman who kind of looked like Camille Paglia, except taller and heavier.

The woman's hair was in a really bad fashion, about six inches long, but feathered all around her head like a bowl. She was probably wearing a terrible outfit -- some kind of circus-peanuts-orange blouse, a silver pendant with a black stone in the middle of it, and some kind of chunky, tweed skirt.

I had at least one notebook and a bunch of papers. I was sharing ideas about companies with the woman. I don't think the woman worked with corporations. But I think she worked a lot with ideas in general. So I wanted to throw my ideas about companies out to her as being just about ideas in general.

Suddenly a tall, overweight, pale, bald businessman came walking into the room. He was apparently my boss -- even though I didn't have a job anymore. The woman left for some reason or another. The man eyed the woman and me with jealousy.

I felt like I shouldn't have been sharing my ideas with this woman. Instead, I should have been sharing them with my boss (or ex-boss). I got all sheepish, panicky, and stuttery. I stood out of my chair and pulled up one of my notebooks.

I told my (ex-)boss, "Y--y--you see, I was just talking to her about Lockheed Martin. You see, I've pulled some ideas together about the company." (I may have said "LMT," and not "Lockheed Martin.")

When I mentioned Lockheed Martin, the man made a kind of impressed, humming-grunting sound. Encouraged, I went on. I flipped through a few pages in my notebook, explaining some stuff about Lockheed Martin that I don't remember at all anymore.

Most of the pages were written in black ink. But I got to one page where I'd written on three themes regarding "LMT." Each theme was written in a different color. There was a red section, then a blue section, then a green section.

Each section was separated from the next by a line, which may have had the title for the next section or theme. This line may have always been written in red ink.

I was Skywarp, the Decepticon Seeker in War For Cybertron and Megatron had ordered me to defend somehting against the Autobots. I accessed a turret and then was changed into a Decepticon Brute when I ripped out the turret. I started shooting Autobots and they fled.



I was in my home and one of my friends from college was there. He said that I would never geta girlfriend and that all my friends were "taking out bets on me not to get one".

I was watching TV I think it was 106 & Park (even though I stopped watching it) there was a rapper named Roxxy and he was topless and had tattoos. He looked like The Game.



I was rolling through the channels and went to "400" which is Sky Sports. Although it normally would've displayed red it still went to the channel. The strange thing is that some rock band was playing when it was supposed to be some sport being played.

Side Notes
I'm pretty sure it was all one dream as it happened one straight after the other.

I'm in some large building and my friend Charles is with me. There's some sort of Mr. Miyagi type character there as well who is demonstrating his martial art skills. Charles (who is in to that sort of stuff IRL) decides to challenge him. They fight with those staff things. Charles puts up a good fight (getting in a few decent hits) but ultimately is defeated. I remember the blows looking particularly painful. Like one would "stab" the other with the staff and his flesh would bend and poke through the other side.

After the fight, I have a conversation with Charles. We try to discuss if he could beat Ryu from Street Fighter in a hand-to-hand fight. Charles asks how his skill is at avoiding and blocking chains of attacks. I explain to him that a "chain" or a "combo" in tournament fighter terms is by definition a series of hits that are unavoidable provided that the first hit connects. Since it's sort of a gaming abstraction, I reason that his skill at blocking chains must be assumed to be the same as Ryu's. My thought process is surprisingly clear and logical. A similar argument is made for Charles's inability to shoot hadoukens.

After this we all decide that it would be best to learn karate or something so that we can defend against bad guys. I'm then in a karate class. It's very embarrassing because I'm the only adult in a room full of 5 year olds. We do some drills that mainly consist of things I remember from basketball practices. Layups, foot dexterity drills, etc.

Suddenly, I'm Batman. Best plot twist ever.

The same Mr. Miyagi type character is my master who trained me. There are bad guys trying to kill him (I think I identify these attempts as having been made by the Joker?). At one point there is a bomb planted near him so I disarm it or get rid of it or something. Then they actually succeed in killing him. I chase down the bad guy and apprehend him. A funeral service is called to honor Mr. Miyagi's death by someone other than me. Everyone brings strawberry jam to the funeral because that's customary or something. They give Mr. Miyagi's corpse the jam and he is revived. Apparently jam is the cure to whatever poison that the bad guy gave him, and he himself called for the funeral service because he knew it would be the fastest way to get jam.

I am in a staircase. The stairs are wide, wide enough for ten people to walk side by side up them. It is dark. I go up the stairs. When I reach the top of the building, there is a single door with the number 182 in it. On the wall there is a map of the area. It has lots of numbers in it. I have to go really close to it to see. I find the building numbered 182. "Hey, what are you doing here?". I turn around. There is a short man with a bodyguard. "I own this building! Get out of here!" I leave the building. I see a friend of mine leaving with a scooter. I go towards the same direction on rollerblades. A moment later my friend reappears, now riding a bike. She is dragging there is a rope attached on the bike and at the other end is her friend on rollerblades. They head to the same direction as I. From somewhere several people on bikes appear. I try to speed up and get past them, but there is too much traffic. We arrive at a crossing. The traffic lights are green. When I am crossing the road, the light changes into red. The cars don't care about me and I have to dodge them for the last few metres. At the other side of the road there is a bus stop. There are some russian people there. There is also my brother. "What are you doing at the secret paths?" He asks me. I ask him what he is doing there. He says he is waiting for a bus. I ask him when is he going to be at home. "Four o' clock", he answers. It's three o' clock and a little over 20 kilometres to home. It's a nice sunny day and I wonder if I should skate to home. In that case I should give the keys to my brother so that he can get in. The bus arrives. I go in. My brother ask the bus driver if I can come. The bus driver says yes. The bus leaves. I notice the place has changed. There are no proper roads (I've had dreams where I supposedly am in the 1980s where the environment looks pretty much like this). The rest of the dream is pretty much the driver driving as fast as she can, apparently the bus drivers have a competition of who drives the track fastest.

In another dream from last night I was in a tower. It had five floors and was slightly askew. At the top floor there was a bedroom. When I looked out of the window I saw a beach and some forest.

Before I fell asleep, I fervently said over and over,"Please tell me I'm dreaming!"
Anyways, I fall asleep and the next thing I know, a woman is saying,"Uh, you wanted to know you're dreaming. Ashley, you're dreaming! C'mon! I did what you said to do!"
"Man, shut up!"
"...What?! This is what I get for being nice? Pfft. Whatever. Go and be a moron for all I care."
So...That lucid dream attempt went down in shambles.

The next thing I know, I'm in my backyard and my father and younger brother are out in the shop. I say hello but they don't really acknowledge me. The next thing I know, a black cat is insulting me in the most awesome manner ever ( I really wish I remembered all that he said). I never got his name, but I get a strong feeling it was probably Vameel. The fact that a cat was talking should have been a dead give away that I was dreaming. -_-

Yep, another festival dream, wow this one was odd, I have no idea what in my life provoked this dream...
My recalls pretty poor on this one.

I am at a festival with my friends, Tom, Alex, Zak, Joe, and a few others that I cant remember. (Jack comes into it later).
The main event of the festival is that you can play this zombie game, I say a game but it's completely realistic.
There are two parts to the map, the sewers, and the campsite, the zombies are allowed to run around in the campsite as well! The start area (there is two) is the checkpoint where you get your guns, ammo, but it is also where freshly turned zombies (with some control) go to get revived, which is where human players bite them on the arm and turn them human again.
Bit of a description here of the zombies, they are like rotting humans, blood splatters everywhere.

*Fragment* I don't know where this comes in but I remember being at home watching a film, and couting my money, I have £10 left because I spend £2.50 on a call, and like £5 on a kitkat.*

We head up to the checkpoint, the game is about to start, we are planning to head to a certain area of the sewers to fend the zombies off. At the checkpoint I ask for a gun, he hands me a real M16, it's awesome.
Heading out into the sewers, I remember joe gets bitten fairly early on, I run back to the checkpoint reviving as many people as well as him.
Back with my friends we have decided to go to area 11G, they are about to go around a corner when I get attacked from a zombie, I kill it fairly fast but when I look around they are gone, no where to be seen.
I begin to wander forwards, check my phone, no signal, I get to this area where there is a couch in the middle of this massive opening, a zombie comes to attack be but I just run around the opposite side of the couch to her. My gun raises and I kill her.
This goes on for awhile, I manage to get outside and call Alex, the call is horrible, and I finally after much effort we manage to set up a location to meet up.
Back at the checkpoint we decide to go in again, I've run out of ammo so I go to the checkpoint and ask for some more, they hand me this crappy machine gun.
We head in but it seems the game is already over, I meet up with Jack and he tells me how good it was in this certain area.

Back in town we are all sitting down, one of my friends shouts at another about having an accent.
End.

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

[COLOR="silver"]This morning I used the timer method and even though I didn't used it correctly my motvation to use it , or something, made me lucid anyway. It's not that odd because the timer makes me have about 12 WBTB attempt and each time I fall asleep, the chance to lucid dream is increased, because I am more aware. And this time I could really explore the dream and it's environment. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="red"]I realised that I was dreaming and I walked out of my house, it was night. I started to think about what it ment to be lucid, and I realised that nothing can harm me. So I thought let's try getting killed by a car, and when I though about that a fear overwhelmed me, and I lost my lucidity...[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]The timer woke me up, well so I thought.. I were in my room and I hear an unpleasant buzzing sound. There was bees in my room! They were really big and I ran out of my room. I watched the bees as they ate honey which for some reason was all over my room. In real life I have an electric flyswatter, but in this dream it was gigantic. It was laying in my room on the floor and one of the bees sat on it and it turned on and I watched the be get electrified to death.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]Then I had a weird dream about me being Borat and I saw a hot chick on the airport, and she wasn't wearing anything to cover her, ehrm upper part. So I said "Very nice how much" haha. Weird but funny dream.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="red"]Then I woke up in my dream bed and there was a really hot chick laying next to me and yeah.. I got lucid :P I can't blame me she was way out of my league, as all girls seems to be in my dreams. Anyway I went out of my house (I resisted the distraction!) and I remembered that I had been lucid before, and I started to reflect over the fact that it's allways night in my lucid dreams. I remembered that I had once thought of in real life, how the pavement will look in my dreams, will it look real or like a bad texture? It looked real, very real and detailed.
I walked around my neighborhood and I saw that my busline took a weird path, it was not on the road but on a cycle path. I didn't consciously stabilised this dream, but by observing the pavement and realising how odd the bus was I guess it made me more anchored to the dream.
I wanted to see a grocerystore that I often go to, but this time in the dream. It's a small store, but in this dream it was enormous! I went in there and saw that it looked nothing like it. I watched a hot girl from behind and I told myself that I am not going to get distracted by her, "it's my dream tricking me" I thought. I then saw her face, and it was not what I expected, I immediatelly looked away. The grocerystore changed into a video store and I wanted to summon a person.
In my previous lucid dreams when I have tried to summon a person it was very easy, because all I needed to do was to think of that person, because the dream was just like a vivid thought. This time however, it felt like reality, if you want to know the feeling, I will try to describe how I felt. It felt exactly like reality although I wasn't as aware as I am in reality it felt like reality, but I am tired all the time, not exhausted, but the feeling you have after you have woke up.
So it felt like summoning a person in reality, which is impossible, Neo could free his mind in the Matrix I couldn't..
I asked a person behind the disk where I could find that person, and she said "Oh the How I met your mother series is in the back". "Weird that wasn't what I asked" I thought. I then saw that that person's face started to morph like a bubble, I got surprised, but then I looked away and when I looked back it looked normal again.
I went out of this store and when I got out I was far away from home, I was on the streets of New York.
I did a flying attempt, and I managed to levitate, but not fly with control, by doing this I associated it as a dream again, and I lost my lucidity, but I continued dreaming that I was lucid.[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]I said to myself "this is my dream, I control it!" I then flexed every muscle in anger and screamed "Someday you will all bow to me and I will be your God!". Some people started to approach me and said, we will obey you if you can stop our leader. Who is your leader? I asked. Who? What time are you from? they said surprised.
Then they told me that I was supposed to get up from a special ladder while they distracted guards.
While I was climbing that ladder a train approached me and it was going to drive in to me if I didn't hurried up.
I managed to climb up and on the top there was some weird creatures, I can't explain how they looked like, but one of them kicked me in the head and I fell and I woke up.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]I think I am going to continue using the timer, because if I can get experiences like these every morning, I will soon learn how to stay and to start believe so I can control the dream.[/COLOR]

I've had a bad night with insomnia, but after many hours, I finally felt asleep, and had some interesting dreams, and I can remember 6 of them. No, bang, I can remember one more! It's a weird one, haha!

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The Mine

I found myself under the ground.. Or, it was so dark, so I couldn't find anything. I found some fire, and saw my friends. They screamed, because it all shaked. We all had orange hats on, to protect our heads. There was kind of an elevator. The stones began to fall down, and we all ran over to the elevator. All my friends came in, and it made me happy. I was a few meters from it, when a big stone hitted my head, and everything became black.
And I woke up with a terribly head ache!

Was sitting by the road. Plants. Sunrise. Donnie. I did my sunrise adoration..

Comfort room at home. Size.

This dream was very detailed, I'm surprised I remembered it. Must be the cheese I've been eating. I don't normally write them up online because it takes a while to do. But this one seems like an achievement for some reason. As usual feel free to comment, I don't bite honest.
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I was walking through a forest with my brother and two other boys about my age that I've never met in waking life, but we seemed to be really good friends in the dream. before long we came across some large holes in the small hill. So large in fact that my brother could actually fit in one of them. We all thought it must be a badger hole, then the two boys ran off ahead. Then I heard growling behind me, I turned around slowly making no sudden movements and was faced with a massive honey badger just a few feet away (If you don't know; a honey badger is a type of badger that can get really vicious if you threaten it or it's babies) I slowly backed away several metres and it seemed to calm down a bit.
Then I turned around to face what was in front of me, I'd come out of the forest and arrived in a field where some kind of children's fair was being held.I think I've been in this field in a previous dream, except it wasn't filled with a fair before The edge of the field was to my left so I looked over the hedge to see a farmer casually talking to a person in a bear costume.

Then the scene switched and I was in my old primary school, the building had changed drastically though. I was orienteering with my brother but there was no sign of the other two kids, and I thought they must have been left behind. I thought I knew where one of the points was because it had a similar layout to my secondary school. So we ran over to the group of trees where I thought it might be, but before we got to look the two boys from the previous dream ran up to us out of breath telling us that they found it. I may have said something here but I can't remember because then the dream ended.

Thebeastofold's Dream



At the Post Office and Master Key for sale?


only a fragment this time...


I walked into the post office andthere was a friend of mine sitting at a small table right insidethe PO entrance, and he sees me and syas, watch this! and he goes over to my box wayin the back and opens it! I was shocked, then he tells me he has the post masters master key..it opens any and every lock in this building and every post office in the country, and all related to locks...i spend the rest of this short fragment following him around while he opens and closes misc po boxes and other locks in the building, i jkeep trying to convince himto either borrow the ke for awhile, or outright buy it from him! he ignores me... woke up...

Kumara's Dreams

A mish-mash of fragments and in and out of lucidity...

Fragment 1: semi-lucid, frustrated because I couldn't seem to see anything. maybe a thin line in between my eyelids. I remember heavy eyelids and blackness, and trying to see.

Fragment 2: In a building, possibly my home (in the dream). The walls are painted a medium periwinkle blue, and there are rectangular objects on the wall (like transformer boxes) that are a lighter shade. The color has been done by my friend E, who is a professional color consultant IWL, and she is explaining to me how, "It's about the flow..."

Fragment 3 - Somewhat dissatisfying sexually stimulating fragment

Thank you for being in my dream

Dream 1 - I was lying on a couch, semi-lucid, semi-asleep. The couch reminds me of my grandparents' couch, and I see a figure in a blue dress sort of floating at the wall, coming closer. I wonder if it is my grandmother...I project my awareness and ask her if she is my grandmother, she maybe answers no and I can see that she is not. She seems sweet and benevolent. I nestle back into the couch to fall asleep (in the dream) as she moves behind me/the couch and past my head. I sleepily say to her, "Thank you for being in my dream."



A room full of women who seemed happy to see me
Dream 2 - I am on a bed and feel someone behind me, massaging my head with hands in my hair. I am lucid, not very clear though. I am on my hands and knees, crosswise on the bed...I look to my right, and see a black man with close-cropped hair and maybe facial hair in the mirror behind me. I purr.."Baby...", extract myself and move off of the bed into another room.

The room is full of women. I notice a teenage girl with long hair and braces sitting in a rocking chair and smiling at me, I'm thinking something about how ordinary they look, like regular, real people.

I'm kind of fuzzy-minded...I look behind me and there are several black women seated at a table all facing me. I struggle to do or say anything...finally I have the presence to ask one of the women, "What do you represent?"
She says, "Environmental interests."
I'm surprised, wondering what she means exactly, thinking maybe, of course, that she is some kind of lawyer representative. I ask the next woman, and she says something similar.
I notice the woman at the end to my left, and for some reason I say to her, teasing, "wow, you look like a badass. Like you are some kind of bad ass office manager or something!"
She has a strange look on her face, and it's kind of distorted, she moves her head back and it looks like she has a mustache drawn with a marker now. I notice on one hand that I'm making assumptions but I don't seem to be able to help what I'm saying.



I Can't Control the Dream Bus

Dream 3 - I'm standing outside of a bus. My mother and my sisters are flinging accusations at each other and are all angry and about to all walk away from each other. I think if I can just manage to intervene and use the active listening and peer-counseling techniques I've learned, maybe we can all get down to our real feelings and be vulnerable and forge some intimacy between us. I somehow convince us to all get on the bus, and I'm trying to clear everyone else off.

It's a "Houston Rockets" bus (idk)...everytime I think the bus is clear then more people pile on. They are all black. I'm frustrated with the bus driver who keeps letting all of these random people on.

I see my brother-in-law sitting across from me and he says in a snide tone, "I'm tired of hearing you be so angry." I get PISSED because I hardly even talk to my BIL (IWL) because he's one of those people that is always preaching or bitching about something and there's never an actual 2-way dialogue, so now I avoid him. I say or think, "ME??? You are tired of hearing ME be so angry?" I might have argued with him for a minute.

I say something to my sister about this while holding her hand and looking into her eyes, and about how I can't stand her husband and I'm not going to talk to him or have anything to do with him anymore. I don't remember her reaction.

(What stood out for me in this dream was the feeling of wanting to control the situation.)




My Favorite Drug and the Marvelous Mystery Ride to Nowhere

Dream 4 - I am in a cave/tunnel, seated on a roller-coaster ride sort of ride. There is someone like a carnival hawker talking up this Marvelous Mystery Ride. I am in the last car, sitting next to my friend HC from middle school. The hawker is handing out drugs. I have a big baggie full in my hand, and it is full of clear round discs (I think maybe like NZT in Limitless). I think, what the heck? This is just sugar? I'm handed another baggie, this one is full of clear pellets that look like small round crystals. I'm pretty sure these are all sugar, too. I take one out to pop in my mouth, anticipating a hard CRUNCH...nope...these are just sugar, too. What the heck?

I notice that the people on the ride seated in front of me are all facing sideways instead of to the front, and they are vomiting.
I reassure my friend that I will be ok, because I'm facing forward, and I'm in a different kind of car than they are, mine has cushy protection all along and above the sides, protecting our heads.

Evolventity's Dream

September 24, 2011

(Regular Dream, Fragments) Fell asleep by 1:30AM, woke up at 12PM.
-I'm in my backyard during mid day. On the other side of the fence, where a creek flows, there are huge blooms and foilage of blue hydrangeas. I wan't to pick some to begin rooted cuttings.

-I'm standing high on a structure trying to snip leaves from the mulberry tree in my backyard. I wanted to start rooted cuttings but was instead trying to pinch the tree. I was looking for it's proto leaves when I found some small black seeds. I grabbed the seeds and came down.

-A line of people are present. I think they're speaking out against homosexuals. The muscular Caucasian man at the end of the line is speaking. When looking at each other directly, he then appears in a blender. I blend his body down starting at his feet. The blender fills up as I reach the base of his neck. I pulse it a couple times. The blades go around his neck bone. I proceed a little too far, noticing some fragments of bone has been chipped off into the rest of my smoothie. The top of his head was nicked and dripped some blood. I stop blending. I take the pitcher to the sink and dump his head out. I use a spatula to take off the excess bone and blood, but I end up pouring the rest of the smoothie out anyway. What a waste.

DJ Log: September 24, 2011 – 9:00AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am driving a friend's 6-wheel drive RC vehicle around at a park. The vehicle has a camera mounted on it and there is a small LCD monitor mounted on the remote control. I try to climb a set of wooden stairs, but I cannot see anything in the monitor. I walk up over the hill and find that the vehicle is upside-down. I upright it and climb the stairs again and it makes it all the way to the top. When it peaks the top, one of the wheels falls off.

I got dropped off at another universitie's athletics facility in a car. The way there was confusing, and my sister and I had trouble figuring out where to go in. I get into the changerooms and I'm wearing a shirt thats different from their university tshirts. I'm getting some stares and am trying to get ready to go into the pool. Theres a number of showers with curtains. I get my scuba gear ready, and am following somebody along the side of the pool to the end. I get in the pool and swim through an underground tunnel with a group of people. The entrance is wide and tall, and is definetely a man made part of the pool. Before we go through the guy beside me kindof hits me in the mask because he thought that I had a crack in it. We swim forward and there are all kinds of vicious plants at the bottom that are trying to grab me with their plant hands. Theres lots of jelly fish too, and they are poisonous I think. The guy beside me tells me "don't let them grab you, they'll make you go insane!" I keep getting grabbed though. Some of the jellyfish have a face that looks just like a girl in my program.

I'm near the brooklyn bridge with my dad. Its overcast outside. My dad and I jump into the water, which is shallow here. To our left theres a long stretch of vertical rock which might be part of the bridge stretching from where we are to an island with trees on it. My dad is wondering if the dogs will go all the way to the other side to drink from their water bowls? I don't remember. There's this small patch of beach or dirt/rock maybe a few meters wide on the shore and my dad puts a waterbowl there. He asks something about whether or not the dogs will be too afraid to drink from it here. Theres an asian guy about 24 years old swimming by me. I ask him if the water is sanitary here, and he says that we probably shouldn't drink it, but it should be okay to swim in.