non-lucid

14.09.2011

New house, scape from the kidnappers (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is a very long dream, could not get it all.

I was in a big city, at the top of a building. We were escaping from a building. I believe someone wanted to kill me for some reason, but I was not afraid. I knew I was able to fly so I could scape. I was with a friend, who turned into a small bird and took flight. I took flight as well and flew over a huge building, vertically. The building was similar to the Empire State Building. When I flew to the top of the building, I flew at high speed, head first. My friend was very surprised I could fly such at a high speed.

I got into a house, it was like the future of myself. I saw my two cats sleeping in a bed, but I also had two dogs. This house was empty and I was moving in.

A lot happened.

I was trapped in a flat building. It was a huge building, but wide wise, as it had only one story. I was trapped there as well as some pet birds I owned. Several days passed during this dream. I was having a video chat with one of the kidnappers, and I showed on the video how I was taking the cage and leaving. The cage was made out of glass instead of steel.

The kidnappers found me and they were mad. I found a few other of my psychic friends and we all started doing psychic attacks to them. I also found some weird gun that fired psychic bullets and it was loaded with quarters. As I was flying, I was playing with this gun.

14.09.2011

House warming party fragment (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a big home, a different home that I have on waking. I had some friends at home and I was going to video call a friend. It was a house warming party.
At my house, there was a kid screaming and bouncing on my sectional couch. He knocked down a lamp.

13.09.2011

Fragments about a park by a mall. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in an outdoors parking lot. There was a small park by the lot and a party was going on. As I walked to the mall, my wife stopped to talk with a small kid, about a five years old. Her eyes sparked of excitement as she want to have a kid of her own.

Now some stuff I cannot remember but is written.

- Need to go to the lab.
- Cell wanted bad.
- Weird recording, but talking with her.
- Got to the car, my wife was going to drive.

I had the coolest non-lucid ever last night. Unfortunately it took such a long time to come back to me that by the time I remembered I wasn't near anything I could write it down on. Anyway, here's what I can remember, 10 hours later.

I was in a dark room with some other "students," all sitting at different tables. I was in a corner near a window, which was too dark to see out of. On the table there were a few cards with different pictures on them. I experimented with a card that had a picture of a snowflake and some tomato looking fruit on the table. The card floated above my hands and I focused really hard on it. The fruit began to freeze and the snowflake lifted off the card into the air. It began to undo itself so I concentrated really hard. It froze solid and dropped to the table.

I was amazed, so I decided to try the fire card. The same thing happened, but instead there were orange orbs lifting out of the card. The fruit lit on fire, but both instances were on a small scale, so the fire went out as the fruit dropped to the table.

Next thing I knew I was in the car with my parents. I showed them what I learned, and neither seemed to be amazed with it, even though I was. I called it alchemy, although it was more like regular magic than alchemy.

No TF2 in this dream fragment, sorry. But there were some amusing things that happened withing the thirty-or-so seconds of the dream, so I'll post it anyway.


I was observing a mostly dark storage room, with dim light glowing into a break in the rectangular crates. In the center of the area was a chair with a man tied to it with rope. There was another man walking slowly beside him, relaxingly pointing a revolver at his chest, and giving him some kind of lecture. The sitting man said something witty, to which the standing man bent over and whispered in his ear.

"Well," He hissed. "How about your wear this bullet... AS A HAT?!"

That's all I remember. Funny.

I'm back home by the lakeside after the department-store incident. I'd backed down with the police. I have a car. I have to go to a scene study group tonight. I'm finishing watching an old episode of Little House on the Prairie (playing on my TV as I'm sleeping in real life) and hoping to finish a due report as my parents come home. I'd really been hoping to leave before their arrival in order to avoid any trouble, and I know they're going to want to "discuss" this out (yell at me, put me down and hit me) instead of letting me go out. Then I hear my parents down at the lake trying get the boat into the water in high waves. My sister Bren and her friends, and Joanne and her friends, are there playing and there are a bunch of children flying kites. Dad comes in the front of the house and collapses exhaustedly on a chair. He's present-day Dad, and he's had two full-leg amputations. I ask him if he needs anything, and he says just get that damn Little House on the Prairie the hell off the TV so he can watch the news. I can't turn the show off (it's playing in real life), so I just toss him the controls and rush out to help Mom, who I can see is face down in the water with the boat out behind her. I almost trip over Dad's prosthetic legs on the way down to the beach. They've been discarded right before the steps to the house. I get to the beach and Mom is standing up by this time and the boys are in the boat having a good time. I brave Mom's thunderous look and ask her if she needs anything. She doesn't respond. I ask her if she needs a towel or a blanket and she says yes please. Some of her friends are on the dock judging me for being an unhelpful daughter. I run to the beach house to get the towel and shake the sand and spiders out of it before I bring it to her. Then I leave her there and run back up the hill, tripping over one of the kite strings - which takes me up, flying. It's a good feeling and it shows that I'm being included in the family games. I consider not going to the scene study because being included in the family fun is huge. As I'm trying to make thiis decision, I wake up.

I was at some automotive place, and someone was asking me about cars. I Think the guy wanted to know how to lift on up. I looked out the window and I saw K's wife in a red compact car. All of a sudden I see this guy who sounds just like K, but he has long dreads and stuff. He told me he was K's brother, and someone put a car on one of those lifts.

I just told them to make sure they had everything lined up, and they did, and after that, they lifted it about six feet off the ground. I said "that should be good". And some kind of way, they were able to lift the front end of it only, and the car slammed off the racks, and kept rolling backwards.

We ended up chasing this car through some forest, and we had to jump inside it to stop it from rolling before it crashed through the neighbors fence. Some kind of way, I ended up in the middle, and by the time we were all inside it, it was a van. The center console had the parking break, but someone else ended up operating it. Things started looking really sketchy, and i started to catch on....but the dream ended.

My grandparents and I were in an elevator that looked like the staff evelator where I work. It had a lot more buttons than it's real-world version but you still had to enter a code to activate it.

For a while, I kept entering the code incorrectly and I was getting frustrated with it. Then when I got it right, my grandma kept pressing the wrong floor. She hit 'floor 1' which turned blue and took us to a room which looked like an elves workshop in a christmas movie.

After a while, something felt wrong in the elevator - like it's supports had broken. It moved from side to side and felt ready to fall.

I dreamed that there was a crowd of people in a big room which looked like Sword-Base from Halo Reach. At one point they were all chasing this sea lion. It ran into another small room and tried to activate the force-field door to shut the crowd out. However, it was still half in the doorway and it pushed it back into the room with the crowd.

Then there was a seagull carrying a whale back to it's natural habitat. It was flying over a bit of ocean. There were lots of small islands consisting of just rock and some sand below the steep cliffs. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over these islands and the few clouds. It was beautiful - like something out of a painting

My dad, my sister Bren, and I are in a department store. I've just completely defied the family by refusing to go to an all-day Mennonite church service and opting to hang out with the backsliders in the Mennonite Social Club instead. I'm refusing to say I'm sorry, and I'm telling my father he can't boss me around. I'm trying to get them to follow me to the Mennonite Social Club to show them that it isn't sinful. My father starts chasing me and hitting me with his fists. There's nothing in the Bible that specifically says he can't do that. I cower and try to protect myself. I yell at passers-by, "Help! Please call the police!" but no one helps, they just stare. I finally get away and he orders me, "Get in the car!" I say no. I keep refusing and I leave. Then my father starts to get flirty and cajoling. He calls me his little girl. I don't like the way he looks at me. He goes off to look at the rest of the store, and then he shows up again with a sly smile, saying, "I tricked you. You thought I'd left you. But here I am." I run away. I find a clothing store manager and tell her everything that's going on. She says we'll have to find store security and they will report it to the police. I'm just trying to GET it to the police, and no one seems willing to help me so far. The store manager finds one of her bosses and I tell her the story. They all say, "You poor child," and try to console me, but I can see they're also too freaked out to want to get involved. I go back to the part of the store where Bren and my dad were waiting. I see a note from Bren about where dinner is, etc. and they've gone home. I look around and there are a bunch of presents to unwrap! It's also a living room display, so it looks like it's my own apartment. I learn from security that I'll be allowed to stay in the store overnight and to help myself to any products I may need, such as toothpaste or shampoo. I'm happy. I discover that Bren has left a stick of chocolate licorice to make up for anything my father did. I still want to report my father, but I'm enjoying the comforts of this home display and considering just letting things be and accepting the gifts of material comforts and security. Someone shows up with "sexual intent vision" glasses to spot any illicit intentions on the part of my dad during his next appearance. I wear them too when my father shows up the next day, but I worry because I'm not good at pointing the camera while hiding that I'm wearing them. I'd also be punished severely for that unthinkable level of defiance toward my parents. That's when I wake up with an intense vascular headache and feeling sick to my stomach.

Real-life note: My father hit me, but never sexually abused me. He would be horrified and devastated if he ever knew that at 14, I was generally terrified that he might cross that line. I suffer from PTSD related to treatment by my parents and bullying in school. Also, I needed extra Clonazepam (extra-dosed under medical advice) to get to sleep last night because I'd run out of Mirapex.

Hello amazing people.
Had another FA.

Okay - I found myself in my bed. It was morning, and I could hear my dad in the kitchen (I think it came from reality, because he was in the kitchen). Suddently, I saw my break fast in my bed. I thought "Huh, that's strange" (on Danish, off course).
.....and then I woke up.

Whoa!!! It's the second time I'm thinking about the strange things in my dream!!

Have nice dreams!
- oh, and do a REALITY CHECK. ^_^

I woke up earlier in the morning and had a quick nap between 9:20-9:40 am. It was also a failed lucid dream attempt.

I was on a bus coming from a summer camp to school and I was rolling on the floor and on the front seat were 2 girls and they were interested in me. After we arrived I went to the school yard and there was a fight going on between 2 guys and they were doing some huge ninja kicks.

I went there and got into fight and I had those same powers. Suddenly the fight stopped and I found I had tattoos all over me and some guy came to say "what a nice tattoos" Then these 2 girls who were opn the bus came to talk to me and I woke up.

I kind of sort of did it!

At one point in the night I half woke up and remembered what to do, so I told myself I would become lucid. I felt sleep paralysis set in and realized I was dreaming. Unfortunately everything stayed black and I eventually lost lucidity.

But still! Yay!

As for my dreams, the most vivid one I remember was in M's room. Since I am visiting family I told myself that the next time I saw M I would be dreaming, since that's the only place I will see him for the next few weeks - but it didn't work. Anyway, in the dream M's room was covered in multiple very large, colorful, beautiful paintings. Two of them were paintings I had done, but they were mediocre compare to the one on the other wall. I looked at it for a long time. It blended into the wall behind it on the edges.

Unfortunately I don't have time to write any more now - maybe later.

I'm on a ship, there are really bright lights and everything seems futuristic.
Me and a few other Dc's are in a room, i am saying how id like to have a weapon so that i can fight back.
James tosses me a dual edged lightsaber (staffsaber) i take a couple of seconds to just look at it, its so bad ass.
I flip both switches and the saber activates.... I run from the room and begin attacking guards, they are stormtroopers.

I kill a few with some wild swings, more run in from a door that opens, i look at them and make a pushing motion with my hand. They get blown backwards. I run through the corridors and hide in a cellar kind of room.
The stormtroopers find me, they are standing on a platform above me, this time i make a pulling gesture with my hand, they all fly towards me. As they do so i jump up and out of this room and continue on.
I come across a voice activated elevator "first floor, please" i also find out that this elevator dispenses currency for dirty plates etc. So i go round and hoard dirty plates to make money, constantly on the run. I think this is suppose to be taboo.

I get captured along with a load of other people and sent to a planet where we must learn to become gladiators. The training is gruelling and very harsh.
We are high up in some sort of cave, maybe even lava below us. And there is an obstacle course set up, bits where you have to balance along, ropes to climb across, swinging from one set of ropes to another. At points there were even people taking swings at your feet to make you jump or even hitting the floor to propel you upwards. I am bleeding as im running around the course, my feet hurt and i am tired, yet i carry on.
After some time me and another DC get quite good at manoeuvring this crazy obstacle course and begin to race eachother, now instead of being beaten we are encouraged, our captors attitudes change completely as they are cheering me, while i look around and watch other people being whipped and some people even being killed.

They ask me to train the next batch of gladiators but i refuse to do it like they did. I set up a gym with similar obstacles but when im teaching nobody does what they're told, eventually i cave and go back to the old system, i hate myself for it.
I wake up.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a hospital. Dr. House was there, and told me that my feet weren't getting enough blood, and that's why they hurt a lot (they don't hurt in waking life). He said we should amputate them because they were basically useless, and I said no.

I then was somewhere else, in a room somewhere, and Dr. House walked in with 2 prosthetic legs that looked completely different from one another. He was still using his cane. He sat down on a chair by the door. The reason both of his legs were prosthetic was because of some mistake made in trying to treat the original blood clot in his thigh.

Then, I saw a regular customer at the coffee shop I work at sitting in a chair. He too had 2 prosthetic legs.

I looked down at my own bare feet. The skin looked red, like they were inflamed or something. I still refused to get the surgery. I needed my feet.

~

I was somewhere, but I can't remember exactly where. Something did seem a little off, however. I decided to do a reality check. I looked at my hand, and my index finger looked disconnected from my hand. I tried pulling on it, and it stretched kind of like bubble gum. It's a dream!

This dream already seemed pretty stable, so I didn't do much stabilization. I took off to fly a bit, as per usual. I looked up toward the blue, cloud-spotted sky as I took off, and saw what looked like the tops of telephone poles and wires disconnected from the rest of the poles. It was like they were floating. Weird.

I was then on the ground, standing in a driveway next to a drab, silver car. I looked away for a second and imagined it being a neon yellow. I looked back, and it had completely transformed into a shiny, sleek, new yellow sports car. I hopped in, and gunned it down the road. I watched my speedometer climb up to 70, and I kept pressing down on the gas. I was going pretty fast, and, it being a dream, didn't have to worry about any cops! I remember passing many cars as I zoomed down the road in my shiny new sports car.

I remember being back in the driveway, and transforming the car again. This time, it turned green for a second before it turned yellow.

I also flew again at some point.

~

I was on some team that did lots of chemistry and other science experiments. We were outside somewhere, like in a mix between a forest and a cave. I picked up what looked like a small ant farm with no ants in it. It was important for some reason.

This dream went on for a bit, and I remember trying to get the other scientists to listen to me. That's all I remember, though.