non-lucid

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.

The first dream I had involved me and my family at some sort of underwater zoo. We could breathe underwater but i forgot to do a reality check. We started diving around and looking at the animals around in the water. Then the feeding show started for the alligators however my mom and younger brother were still inside the water. I didn't know what to do. I saw the employees making a circle of people around the alligators so I guess they won't attack any spectators. My dream ended soon after.

I also had many thoughts this night. When I woke up I started thinking about my old dreams and being in them. They felt real for very short amount of time and vanished away. I first thought about NYC and the WTC attacks, and then I thought about flying in the universe.

The second dream I had involved me and my mom sitting at a table in some kitchen where I have never seen before, and she shows me a wine bottle that has a picture of the Matrix on the front and I asked her how much the price of the bottle was. In the dream I had a thought of the price and it was $47.00, however my mom said that it was $48.00.

My third dream was me standing on the Brooklyn Bridge and looking at an Al-Qaeda member and I saw a bomb strapped to his chest and neck. I jumped on him and removed the bomb and threw it in the water. I also had other New Yorkers hold him down and I went to go look for more of them. I found about 3 members of this terrorist organization and I had done the same thing to them. We killed them all and my dream ended soon after.

IMPORTANT DATES
08/31/11 -- Started my Dream Journal!

CURRENT GOALS:
[/] Find a lucid-inducing technique that works for me (Attempting to try MILDing)
[ ] Attain Lucidity


11th Entry:
Date: 09/12/11 (for 9/10/11 and 9/12/11)
Sleep Times: 11:46-6:00, 6:00-7:00, 7:00-7:30, 7:30-8:00. 8:00-8:12

Per usual lately, my dreams have been getting a little dusty. I think I'm hiting some sort od dry spell... I'm going to however remain optimistic!

Last night, In recall the vision of painted faces. I remember my face being painted I believe like one of the skeleton people symbolic of El Dia de los Muertos (The Day of the Dead). I remember further my dream being sort of inspired by the music of one of my favorite bands, Ludo, from their album Prepare the Preparations (namely the song "Skeletons on Parade"). And quite possibly, their song "The Horror of Our Love" from their album, You're Awful, I Love You. I was supposed to be prepared to fight against something which I don't recall...I remember seeing the faces of my friends, and they were evidently captured by it or were supposed to help me.... I don't exactly remember how, but they WERE there and had mud on them at one point... As I said, my recall has been a little funked up this days....I think maybe because when I stayed the night at my friends, I threw my schedule/routine out of whack. However, I am definately getting it back on track now!

END ENTRY

Move-In Day
I am a college student and it is move-in day. When I get to my dorm room, it is FULL of stuff. There are boxes piled very high. They are "bank boxes", the kind with lids and handle cut-outs. They are not all the same color - there are lots of different looking types of boxes. At first I think that it is because Jenny must be my roommate and she has a lot of crap that she thinks she needs to bring to school with her. I am a little disappointed to find out that Jenny is not my roommate. There is a young, thin blonde with short, wavy hair. She is holding a baby in her lap. I think she is sitting on one of the boxes. There is a young blonde guy there too. He is trying to put a fish tank on top of one of my little, black, wooden tv trays. I try to tell him that the fish tank is too heavy for it. It is top heavy and will tip over. He doesn't pay any attention to me.

Can't Find My Class
I am in a high school. It looks a lot like the highschool I graduated from but different. I have lost my registration form. I spend a lot of the dream trying to find out where my next class is supposed to be. I finally make it to class. It's a topic I am not familiar with and I feel like I am already falling behind. When class lets out, I again struggle to find out where my next class is. There is an administrative office but they don't seem too helpful. I find myself wandering the halls. I end up in the bathroom, staring at the inside of the stall door and I realize that bathrooms are one of my dream signs. I say aloud, "This is a dream!" but panic as things start to go dark. I lose the dream and wake up.

Zombie Games
I am playing a zombie game at night, outside with a lot of people. Most of the other players are kids or teenagers. I recognize a few of them, like my cousin and some of my friends. We get "infected" by players that are zombies. They throw a grey cloak over us when we get turned into zombies. Then we have to go back to the base and shamble out to infect other players. The players just run around in the dark and try to avoid the zombies.

The scene shifts and now there is a game show host that is surrounded by a crowd. We're here to see someone defeat the zombie on stage. I get impatient as the previous contestant fails to kill the zombie. They take so long that my buffs start to wear off and I need to reapply them. I am apparently my BloodElf Paladin tank character from World of Warcraft now. I can't wait for my turn to smash the zombie up with my holy hammer.

Strange Cat Lady and Deck Building Project
I am at my Grandmother's farm house. At first there are only a few people around. In the living room it is just one of my guy friends and a woman I know from the roleplaying meetup. She's different though, she is very slow witted and very socially awkward in this dream. We're playing some kind of game where we are all three on the couch. I'm at the far end and she is in the middle. My guy friend is at the other end.

As we play she decides to put her head on his shoulder and snuggle up to him. I get very jealous, because this is something I would like to do. She is using her stupidity and awkwardness as an excuse while he tries to tell her to get off his shoulder. I say something rather mean to her and she gets up in a huff to leave. He gets mad at me for being so rude to her. He defends her saying, "The cats like her enough," as if that is a good way to judge someone's personality.

There is a cat here in the dream now. It is a black and white cat with long fur. It's very friendly and keeps pestering me. I'm now sitting on the floor when some relatives come in. Uncle Gary and my cousins help me set up an electronics device. At first it looked like a laptop case but it turned out to be something smaller like a PDA.

Everyone goes out the back door of the farm house to work on building a new deck. They tell me not to bother. I try to remind Uncle Gary that I helped build a handicapped-accessible ramp for my dad and that I had used his power drill before. I go out the back door to help. I grab onto the railing - it is not level. (This is how my uncle actually builds railings for porches and decks in real life. The top railing is tilted to drain water better). On top of the railing is sitting a big piece of wood that has a heart carved into it. I carefully reposition it so that it doesn't fall to the ground.

Night of 09/10
I'm playing basketball on a team. I'm pretty terrible at it. There is a lot of bench time for me. I don't feel too disappointed because everyone seems nice about it. After the game they video tape me as I take some shots, to improve my skills and coach me.

Night of 09/11
I'm in a hotel room with my sister. We must be on a vacation or a road trip together. The comforter on the bed is dark blue with a light, flowery pattern on it. I slip off the bed and end up sleeping on the floor for a while. One of my guy friends is there on the floor too. I pretend to sleep with my head on his shoulder. It feels nice.

Had several dreams last night, some of them fragments.

In my first dream (fragment), I am at a hotel or office somewhere with some friends of mine. All I remember from it is that I had several bumps or welts on my face, neck and arms, like from a bug bite. But on closer inspection, the bumps seem to each have a little window on top of them and inside you can see tiny mechanical or electronic components. They look something like small Borg implants from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation.

An interesting side note: I actually AM staying at a hotel right now in Roatan, Honduras. And you have to constantly stay sprayed down with insect repellent because there are these little no-see-um bugs that bite and leave welts like mosquitoes. I’ve been lucky and haven’t gotten bitten but some other guests at the hotel are covered in bug bites.

In my next dream, my soon-to-be-ex wife and I are in a car and I’m driving us somewhere. When my wife finds out what route I took, she makes a comment that I should have taken a different route because it’s much shorter coming that way from where we live. I agree with her and suggest that next time we use her Garmin and follow the route it tells us to go. She likes that idea. This dream seems to repeat itself a couple of times, or maybe we’re just going to different places.

In my last dream, I am riding a bicycle. I had parked my truck and was trying out riding my bicycle from where I had parked my truck to a specific point, either work or home, I don’t remember. There is another man on a bike following behind me and he gradually catches up to me, since he’s going a little faster than I am. We greet each other and I explain to him what I’m doing, telling him I’m doing it to get more exercise. He tells me that’s a good idea and we end up giving each other advice and pointers about riding on the roads. I stop at a point along the way to meet some friends and eat lunch (or dinner) and invite the man inside to join me. As I’m inside, taking to some friends about a book I just read, I notice that the man I invited in has the exact same book in his hand. I don’t remember the title or author of the book, but I think it’s about bike riding.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a huge building like a church. The building was actually made up of a few different kinds of buildings, all joined together. Some of the sections may actually have been more like a school building. But the part I was in was like a huge, dim sanctuary in a church.

There were other people in the sanctuary, but only a few. I was at a distance from most of them. A priest was also in the sanctuary.

I was concerned because a girl (possibly H, though at least at certain points in the dream she may have been a blonde woman) was really upset about something. The woman was at the very other end of the building. But I knew she was so upset that she was planning on leaving this building, and the neighborhood it was in, altogether.

I knew I needed to stop her. But I didn't know how I could. I knew I'd have a chance to stop her: she'd have to walk past this end of the building as she ran away. I imagined the woman in a gauzy dress, almost as fancy and long as a wedding dress, running away through a mostly barren ball field that was just outside the sanctuary. A door in the sanctuary was actually open to this ball field right now.

Everybody seemed to be concerned about the woman. The priest told me, "Well you just have her come outside to meet me. I'll play some sports with her, and that'll get her to stay."

I thought the priest was being kind of stupid. I thought to my experience with people professed to be "analysts" in the business world. I thought how they always thought they had such great solutions to problems. But, really, I reflected, they just messed things up even more than they had previously been messed up. The priest kind of reminded me of an analyst. So I didn't want to trust him.

Soon the woman (who may now definitely have been H) went running through the ball field. I ran out and stopped her. For some reason, H, the priest, and I all started playing something like hockey in the ball field.

The three of us at first just seemed to be knocking the puck back and forth to each other. Then it eventually seemed like we were playing against each other, as if each of us were a separate team.

We each had a hockey stick made out of some kind of metal, like the metal on doors or coverings for sidewalks, with criss-crossings of metal nubs all along the surface. The sticks were painted red and blue. At some point, the sticks may have been made out of something like very thin balsa wood.

The priest, H, and I were all in a kind of fun scuffle, trying to get at the puck. I didn't feel like I was being brave enough about getting into the middle of things. So I worked my way in even more. The priest said, "What are you doing in the middle of things like this? You aren't supposed to be out here like this. You're a goalie!"

I realized the priest was right. I was a little ashamed of myself. I walked over to some area that I now designated the goal. I figured when ----- (I don't know which of the two) shot, I'd stay brave and do my best to catch the puck, no matter how hard the puck was or how much it hurt my hands. I also figured I'd stick my hand in amongst the fighting sticks to grab the puck, even if the sticks hurt my hands.

I looked behind myself. I may have seen a beige curtain of heavy, velvety material. The curtain seemed to be as big as the curtain for a big theatre.