non-lucid

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Non-Lucid
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I was in some kind of college (But it wasn't the one I go to) and everybody from my old school was there, also K. was in all of my lessons. There was this one group of people who were my friends and I told them I loved her. Then we went outside and the college was actually a castle as well. Then the dream switched to me in my living room, I was watching a documentary on volcanoes.


The scene then came back to the college/castle and me and my friends were trying to escape, we were running across the battlements to one of the turrets/towers. We got there and this king-like guy walked out and we tried to avoid him but we got found, we kept running along the battlements until we were opposite this house. We were told to jump and hold onto this rope to swing across. I knew I couldn't jump that far, suddenly everything around us was on fire and I had no choice. I tried to jump but slipped and fell back into the burning building, the heat was intense and I thought it was all over but then the people who were with me formed a human chain and caught me. They then swung me onto the house opposite. We were trying to escape to train in something but then everything went black as though to say "two months later" or something like that but it didn't. The scene then switched to me fishing next to the leader of the escape group in the street and he reminded me about K. and I ran into the college looking for her but there were a load of school children getting in my way. I never found her in the end but this strange booming voice said "YOU ARE DREAMING" and then I became lucid! but then the dream started to fade and I frantically started rubbing my hands together, the dream still faded and I woke up. Hooray for my first lucid, even though it was only 5 seconds long. I think the reason I couldn't stabilise it is because I panicked when it started fading. Oh well I have lots more time to try.

Melatonin, b6, tums, egg(choline)
I was next to this grungy mini market with two of these girls. I was holding this bag of cheese puffs and a red bull. In my head I even told myself, this is something a douchebag would eat when about to be killed. We were having fun and all and then we drove over to our black friends house which was a block over. I had the feeling that we were being haunted. Ocassionally I turned my head and I saw a silhouette of this little girl. In my dream I kept telling myself that I knew this is going to be scary but I didn't care. I knew later on we were running from something. The two girls I was with ended up as one, and the black girl was running out of her house with us. We were screaming, running. We ran across the road, it was raining with lightning outside. We were on a porch banging on the door of this girl. We begged her to let us in. The asian girl let us in and she died immediently. I had no idea what was going on. The ghost/monster thing was chasing everyone. It was a pretty full house, and I think that there was a party. We let them die just by knocking on their door. I ran to the back to see if I could hide, but I ended up in the Beast's dog house. I wanted to hide behind his giant dog bowl, but THEY walked in. There were two big dogs looking for food. I opened a can of Pedigree and placed it in one bowl, then another. I felt like they bonded with me.*
I woke up, not like out of the dream but in the dream I woke up next to that grungy mini market. This was sort of like Final Destination I just realized that those two girls were just slaughtered. One of the girls, the bad one just finished stealing some food from that market. I told her to put it back, stealing is bad and I was yelling at her because I was trying to see where we messed up to get murdured in the first place. I put on my backpack and was like fuck you guys, I'm leaving. I ran to the place with the asian girl. I saw that black girl there too and I handed her two slices of cheese?? I yelled at her, "When you get to your house, place both of these cheese infront of your door and DON'T LET THOSE TWO GIRLS IN YOUR HOUSE. WHATEVER YOU DO. PROMISE ME". And so she ran to her house and I also ran off to the next block. I looked back to make sure no one was following me. I went up the very steep hill. I got halfway through and I had to climb. I slid a bit but grabbed onto this patch of grass before I slid all the way down. I was climbing over this fence when this guy told me "hey, do you know about those hauntings?" and I said, I wish I could help you but if you stay out of the way you'll be safe. I climbed over and dodged my way through all these mailboxes and these bikers leaving. I saw the entrance and planned my escape, but saw that one Ron Weasley guy sitting next to me with a bunch of other guys looking at his arm. He was staring at me like he knew what I was doing. I looked back at the entrance and it was a two feet black tube that I had to crawl through. I began to crawl in but it was just way too tight and would take me forever to get to the other side. So I took my backpack off and removed the black tube so I had to get past horned shrubbery. I let my blue backpack and grabbed my bike, pulling it along as I crawled through the tough terrain. I got out and all I could see was steep cliffs and the ocean. I mounted my bike and rid as fast as I could. At one point I had to go up this tube with my bike, but I fell off the edge and into the water. I told myself NOPE I'M NOT DROWNING and bounced back up once I hit the water. *I saw these people on an island who were stuck yelling for help. I KNEW not to help them(yes I feel bad now) because it would be a relapse of everyone dying. So I kept jumping on my bike over and over, knowing not to go too far, because I can't swim. I went to the closest beach and saw a bunch of Samoans then dismounted off my bike really cool. I asked where I was and they told me the Pacific Islands.*
I was in school when I saw Voldemort. He was trying to get into the Chamber of Secrets or something. We all tried to prevent him. I saw him talking to this lady for a school map but I interrupted her and asked if Mr... Was a fat black guy or a fat white guy and she looked at me funny. Atleast I prevented him from continueing.*

Non-lucid, Possibly lucid?, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm trying to drive to a destination, and I go through an intersection and end up on a winding road that leads down the side of a mountain to a lake. I recheck my directions and realize that I was supposed to turn right at that last intersection. I start retracing my route and going back up the hill.

I'm at an outdoor amphitheater in Disney California Adventure. I'm way in the back of the amphitheater area, on some bleachers, watching a stage show. There is a bizarre structure on the horizon as you're looking at the stage; it looks like a pyramid with the points sticking out in a bunch of different directions, like what you would see if you put a normal pyramid in the center of a spherical structure with mirrors on all the inside surfaces. The show starts out with red fireworks that shoot out from the vicinity of this structure. The first round explodes in the sky above and to the right of the audience, the second arcs down to and explodes on the round, concrete slab of a second amphitheater behind and to the right of the audience, and the third explodes just above the audience's heads. I'm afraid that I'm going to catch on fire, but I don't.

On stage, there's some sort of announcement from a villainous character in the show that we need to prepare to be tortured. He also says that all the women should stay in the main viewing area, while all the men should move to the building at the back of the theater with the indoor concession and souvenir stands. They all do so. Then, large snakes appear throughout the viewing area. One is close enough to me to touch me with the end of its tail, which I know is poisonous [um, what?]. It's very long and all coiled around on top of itself. I visually pick out its head and tail from among the mass, and try to avoid them as I pick it up and attempt to toss it away from me. This doesn't work. It wraps itself around my waist and legs, binding me in place. I'm scared, but I resign myself to it when I realize that I can't get it off and that it's just a part of the show anyway.

After the show, which felt like it had lasted about 50 minutes, I make my way down to the stage. One of my college girlfriends is getting married here at Disney California Adventure. Several of the other girls from our group are bridesmaids, and they're all wearing long, grayish-white dresses with Disney vacation scenes on them. Two of them are pregnant, including EB. I'm here to attend the wedding, too, but I don't talk to any of them. When the wedding party starts taking pictures, I walk back to the concession and souvenir building at the back of the amphitheater.

My walk there takes me along a gently-curving grass path marked with steppingstones with the shapes of different Disney character heads on them. This path marks the edge of the amphitheater seating area. When I get into the concession and souvenir building, I talk to one of the men who was watching the show. He says the boys had their own torture: during the entire time the show was going on, they were all held in one area and none of them were allowed to pee. I tell him that the free T-shirts can be picked up at the Great American Icee stand, over there.

The dream I've been having fades to black [it may have been the one above, or a different one, I'm not quite sure]. When it does, I realize exactly what's going on, close my eyes, and think, When I open my eyes, I will be back in another dream. I open them, and I'm back at the same amphitheater, but the scenario is different.

[I'm not 100% sure I was lucid for this next part, though.] This time, there are a whole bunch of patriotic greeting cards in boxes at the back. Everyone there has been making them to send to the families of military members and people who died in the 9/11 attacks. Some people are still making them. I see that one lady in the back row has a plate full of lasagna, and take a bite with a fork. She tells me not to eat the lasagna, that it's for the people being honored.

Another show starts in the amphitheater. As it starts, people in front of me stand up, which forces me to stand up, too. I talk with the family to my left. They ask me about a “magic wand” that can be used to uncover secrets and extra content in the park. I point out one that a Cast Member down on a walkway that we can see from our seats is using. It looks a lot like a big, black metal detector, with a bunch of black tubes on top that form a Mickey head shape in the center. It detects sensors embedded in the ground and plays a sound when it finds them. The family climbs up onto the roof of the pagoda structure covering the back of the stands to get a better view of the stage, which is easy to do. I say, “Hey! That's rude!” but follow them up there anyway.

[Later, I had another dream in which I was definitely lucid, but I don't remember how it started or very many of the details. Here's what I do remember:]

I'm in an indoor environment, just walking around and admiring the scenery. I know none of this is real and acknowledge that fact in my mind, but I deeply appreciate how the scenery and the daylight illuminating it look completely real.

When I get to the top floor of the building I'm in, I attempt to fly through the ceiling, but it doesn't work. I just bump into the ceiling, which is completely solid to me. It's a stucco ceiling.

I'm flying around above a city, observing it from the air. Another female dream character [no one I know in real life] is flying with me. I take it slow, finding that I have full control over my speed and direction, but not wanting to do any more than relax and take it all in. I increase my altitude, and the other girl follows. We talk while flying. [I don't remember about what.]

[This is another catchup post.]

Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of September 8-9

I wake up in my current bedroom. I go down the stairs and look at a digital clock. As I look at it, it changes from 1:07 [or something like that] to 5:07. I know I have to get up for the day at 5:15 [this was actually true in real life, since it was a Friday morning], but I'm still feeling sleepy, so I decide to just go back to bed for those last 8 minutes. I go back up the stairs and go back to sleep.

I wake up in a different bedroom, in a two-story house [that might or might not have been House #2, I'm not sure]. I go downstairs, and there's a social gathering just getting started. A bunch of my [present-day] friends from church are just arriving at the house. I get into a conversation with my mom and PB on the subject of how important it is to always eat everything on one's plate. My mom says that her father always used to tell her to clean her plate. I say that I learned that it was good manners to do so from reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's books when I was a little girl.

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Side notes:

When I woke up for real, I was pretty mad at myself for having missed two false awakenings, one of them involving the classic dream sign of a digital clock changing the time it displays.

Right after I woke up from this dream, my memory of the exact words of the conversation I had had in the dream was much clearer than my memory of conversations in dreams usually is. I'm writing this on the evening of the following day, though, so I don't remember it as well. The story about me reading Laura Ingalls Wilder as a child and learning lessons about manners and etiquette from her books is true, and comes directly from my real life. My mom has never actually told me that specific story about her and her father – my mind just made it up, but it is consistent with his personality.

[This is a catchup post.]

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of August 31-September 1

[Fragment] I still have the box I shipped out via FedEx yesterday, for some reason.

I'm outside and lucid. I try to start flying, but am unable to. I move to another spot where I have an unobstructed view of the sky, and try taking off again. This time, I succeed. I think, I have to be looking up at the sky at about a 40-degree angle in order to fly - no, I don't! If I think that's true, then it will be! I can't set limits on it like that!

There is a large playground where I am. I fly toward it and, to my own slight surprise, am able to fly right through all the playground equipment intangibly, with no trouble at all. I get to see the dark-gray interior cross-sections of the upright pieces of the structure. I think, Oh, heck yeah. When I get all the way through the playground, I fly up to get an overview of the landscape.

September 4, 2011

I'm at my current house. My mom has come over to visit. She's sitting on the couch in the living room. [The living-room furniture is set up in a mirror image of how it is in real life. The couch is facing the outside wall of the house, rather than being up against that wall.] I'm upstairs, looking down into the living room. I jump down the stairs and float gently down onto the ground floor, in full view of my mom and all the other guests downstairs, not caring this time about being seen using my dream abilities by my DCs. None of them take any notice of what I've just done or comment on it as being strange. [I don't remember how this dream began, or how or when I realized I was dreaming, but I definitely knew I was.]

I sit down in an armchair to visit with my mom. We're talking about what it's like for me to be on my own, whether I'm lonely, whether I miss her. She asks me, “Do you ever dream about me?” I say, “Yes.” I decide I don't want to tell her that I'm dreaming about her right now and she's just a DC, though. She continues talking to me about dreams. While she's talking, I notice that she has one or two extra digits on each hand, but I decide not to point this out to her, either. I just find it interesting. I didn't know that that could happen to DCs, too.

[Different dream, later on.] I'm in a house somewhere, with my family. We're getting ready to go out to a movie, for which someone else is buying the tickets. I take my phone out of my purse to check it. It's my smartphone that I have in real life. I've set it to display my name as “Danny Boletino,” the name of a character in a heist movie, just for the fun of it.

I'm in another room of that same house, having a quiet conversation with my boss about fishing. He's surprised to learn that the last time I went fishing with him and his family was the first time I'd ever been fishing. I also tell him that I want to go fishing with them again, because I want to get better at it.

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Side notes:

Lots of day residue here. I saw my mom yesterday, and we had company over at our house. However, my mom did not really come over to my house; I saw her elsewhere. Also, one of the last threads I was this one, about looking at your hands to RC or stabilize the dream, so I'm not surprised that that showed up in my dream.

Neat. That's the first time my new smartphone has shown up in one of my dreams. It's been exactly two weeks since I got it, which is also exactly how long it took me to have my first false awakening in my new house after I moved into it (see this DJ entry). Evidently, two weeks is how long it takes for my my unconscious mind to accept something as normal and start incorporating it into my dreams.

So my MILD was slightly more successful this time, in the sense that I actually woke up after one of my dream cycles. Last time I just slept through the night. So I feel like by practicing ADA, frequent RCs, and trying to MILD through mantras before I go to sleep, I am (slowly but surely) getting closer to a LD. Haha wow, I don't think I've ever used that many acronyms in one sentence before.

I'm going to be trying to write my dream journal in present tense from now on, as I've heard it is better for recall.

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In my first dream I am hanging out with the two girls who I have probably spent more time thinking about than any other girls in the world, S and C. (If only N was there as well, it would have completed the triforce of bitterness and pent up whatever). All three of us are trying on identical purple lacy dresses. The dresses are very strange.

In my second dream I am watching 30 Rock with M and Zach Galifianakis. I feel a little weird because Zach's wife is on the show, and I think it must be awkward for him to be watching her on TV since they got divorced. (I don't think he's even married in real life) Zach Galifianakis turns into MC (me and M's friend), and he shoves wooden stirring spoon heads covered in cous cous into M's mouth. I wake up and write down the notes from my dream. I try and fall back to sleep visualizing myself becoming lucid, but it doesn't work.

In my third dream I'm at a sort of banquet put on by my two guy friends G and A. A lot of our other friends are there, along with Emma Watson. Throughout the dream I switch back and forth between being myself, and being Emma. At one point I am going to use the restroom, and all the toilets are really weird boxes on the walls.

That's all I remember. Maybe tonight will be the night for a lucid. I WILL NEVER GIVE UP! Hahaha

Kumara's Dream

Tons and tons of dreams and only a snippet of recall:

Fragment of cruising along the shore of a bay, I might have been flying because I could see over the houses and along the shoreline. Marveling at how beautifully clear and blue the water was, and wondering if the shadows I saw under the water were things like coral reefs and kelp beds or junk put in the water by the residents.

I had a very bizarre dream that I'm compelled to document. It wasn't quite lucid, but...well, read on.

Early as I can remember, I was in heaven in what looked like a cross between a mall and a cathedral. It was very crowded. By chance I found the man who had murdered me in heaven also. I declared that I was going to kill him (smite his soul or whatever) and that the Angel of Vengeance was on my side. After this short monologue I was about to attack the guy, but before I could do anything he stabbed me, killing me. After a short delay I was reborn as an angel of vengeance, called a One (Something--I can't quite recall what, it wasn't "Winged", I think it started with an M) Angel, and not just one--it seems as I had spawned as a squad of armed angels. It seems that this rebirth had taken some time, since after returning the man had been long gone. I searched heaven looking for the man but could not find him. Instead I returned to Earth and, running out of patience, I began to kill anyone who looked like the guy (from the start of the fight to here, the dream passed as some sort of weird top-down camera strategy RPG). It seems that to end my rampage I was returned to Earth with no memory except the name "One (Whatever) Angel". The dream then seemed to follow me on a search to find out what this name meant. I began by asking clergy or people who seemed religious; they all either straight-faced denied that they exist or looked at me in shock and horror and told me to get away from them. As my search went on with no answers I began just asking random strangers (my search took me to a drink stand just as it was closing in what was some in-dream deja vu, as I'd recognized this even from a deep early part of the dream that I don't now remember). Early on in my search I'd come across a girl who had overheard me asking questions at some point and had taken an interest in me. She eventually explained to me that she could help me remember everything through a process that involved dreams (vaguely Inception-style); I seemed to have a vague understanding of this process already and was firmly against it for a while. As time went on and my search for answers grew more desperate I eventually agreed to try it. It was to take place in what looked like some sort of park. As I entered, I came in behind an old, black lady accompanied by a young child. I recognized the old lady as someone I had previously asked about the angel who was disturbed by my question. The child stopped ahead of her and turned around, he asked, "Are you sure you want to do this? It could be the last time..." to which the old lady responded with something about helping these troubled young folk. I followed them to where the girl was waiting for us (I'm going to give her the name Ashley, it seems to fit my memory). In addition to the old, black woman (let's call her Oracle, since she looked like the latter version from the Matrix), Jon Voight was (apparently) helping us. They explained that Ashley would have to sit/lay on top of me in order to merge our dreams and gave me a large bag to put over my butt since apparently the process had several unpleasant side effects (supposedly most people shat themselves upon coming out of it). I sat down on a bench and they gave me some sort of injection and then immediately I was in the back (left) seat of a car, with Ashley sitting to my left, the others in the front (Jon Voight driving). I explained to them that I was once an oneironaught myself and briefly described my first lucid dream. As if to reply and boast of his own lucid dreaming skill, Jon Voight turned his head into an inflated version of Ashley's head. We all laughed, but I noticed that the situation was rather strange so I did a reality check that failed. I quickly exclaimed, "Holy shit, we're dreaming already! That's amazing." Then I looked over at Ashley, who was looking at me also, however she appeared out of it or drunk. I noted here that despite the reality check failing I didn't seem to be able to exert any lucid control; at the time I attributed this to the process occurring in the overarching dream storyline but now that I think about it after the fact it seemed kind of weird. At this point I had a very brief false awakening (I only remember because I awoke to a lit room before actually awakening) which was followed quickly by an actual awakening.

I'm not going to count this among my lucid dreams being as it fit into the context of the dream that my reality check would fail (maybe this also explains my apparent lack of dream control). It was a curious experience. I'm a little disappointed I didn't get to see the end to my search for answers.

whiterains dream

a few memorable moments from last nights random epic. i bought 3 lion cubs even through i knew it was stupid. i had to try and give them to a lion sanctuary in the end and was gutted to see them go, they were really playful and still realy tiny.

at some party/festival and everyone is sharing around food. i giv this guy something and he mutters something abut being allergic and then dies. i spend the rest of the dream in extreme guilt and get weird looks from many of the hundreds of people there. the whole thing has a real set up feel to it, like it was somehow always destined to happen

most of the rest of it was about girls so not really worth writing up

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I stood with another person, looking out over a large body of water, like a really large river. The day was bright, the sky almost white, and the sun glittered on the surface of the water.

There was some kind of vessel out on the water. It looked like a mix between a ship and a dock. It looked like it was made out of wood as well as metal.

Another vessel or huge machine was either near or on land to my right. It was firing some kind of explosive devices at the vessel. This big vessel was an enemy vessel, and it was openly firing at the vessel in the water, which belonged to America. But nobody was really doing anything about it.

The explosives were being launched really clumsily, often missing by a long ways. And the explosives that actually hit the vessel didn't really seem to be doing much damage at all.

I started to think that if I stood here watching this whole thing for too long, somebody would start to blame me personally for the explosive devices attacking the vessel. I figured I should just get away from this whole scene.

I started talking with the person standing near me about the explosives. Not long after this, we saw a huge missile launch up into the air. It looked like one of the rockets that launched the Apollo missions into space, except that it was flattish, almost having the shape of a plastic cigarette-lighter. It launched really slowly into the air and up through clouds.

Dream #2

I was probably finishing crossing a street, walking up to a corner, on a city street that looked like an area of Manhattan with a lot of housing projects.

There was a little, blonde girl lying flat on her back on the sidewalk, her feet pointed toward the curb. The girl looked maybe eight or nine years old. She wore a pink or orange summer dress, the skirt of which was pulled up all the way above her stomach.

It seemed like the girl was either dead or dying. She was so still and expressionless. I could feel (somehow) a lack of consciousness in the girl. I could also see or feel a sinking away of the life in her.

A Latino man with long hair in a pony-tail and wearing a baseball cap was near the girl, trying to help her. The girl may have fallen while the man was around, and the man may have softened her fall, laying her down gently. But now, as I lingered to figure out exactly what was going on, the man seemed to be trying to stand the girl back up.

I figured the Latino man was the little girl's father, or some kind of relative. I told the man it looked like the girl needed medical help, not help standing up. The man insisted the girl was fine. But I asked him, "Did you even call an ambulance?" The man may now have been Chinese. He told me he hadn't called an ambulance.

I told the man that I would call an ambulance. I said it wouldn't mean there was necessarily anything wrong with the girl. But it was always just better to check in with medics to make sure nothing was wrong.

I put a flip-open cell phone to my ear and called the ambulance. I thought to myself how dumb this guy was for not calling an ambulance. The girl was obviously really sick. I started to wonder whether the guy was going to get in trouble for not having called an ambulance. I wondered whether he was trying to hide something that was his fault.

As I waited for 911 to take my call, I walked down the sidewalk a bit. There was a platform of scaffolding built over a section of the sidewalk. On the blue, wooden wall of the scaffolding, maybe 3 meters in the air, there were two signs.

Both signs were made out of tarp-like material. They were set side-by-side. They were probably pink. The messages on them were written in Chinese characters, which were a dull shade of blue. The sign on the left had a photo as well as a message on it. The photo may have been of a little girl.

I was able to read the messages (???). They basically spoke about how, due to rampant racism within an apartment complex almost all the residents of which were Chinese, certain residents of the complex were being forced out.

I got the idea that these people had basically just been intimidated by their neighbors until they left. They hadn't been forced out in any legal sense. The people who lived in the complex would have struck anybody else as being also Chinese. But they may have been Muslim as well, or something like that. So the other Chinese people didn't like them.

It turned out that the building had some kind of disease running through it. The situation was either that the disease was more prevalent among the people getting purged, or else that the people being purged were developing the disease more violently, now that they were basically living on the street.

I went back to the little girl, who was now "Chinese" (even though she actually looked like a Latina girl). The little girl was sitting up, completely conscious, even kind of cheerful. I knew that she had whatever the sickness was, and that she could get really sick. The ambulance was coming to pick her up for a check up and medication.

I put my left arm around the girl's shoulders. The ambulance backed up to us, and the back doors were open to receive the girl. A medic lifted the girl out of my arms and into the ambulance. A medic (possibly the same one?) told me, "That girl has tuberculosis. It's really contagious. You were too close to her. You should probably get checked, too."

I kind of resigned myself to having the disease, even though I was a little afraid. My mom was now standing over me. She told me, "I went to the store the other day and got a disease testing hit. It can diagnose if you have the disease. So that way you know way ahead of time and you can treat yourself before you feel all the pain."

I stood up and followed my mom. We were now in something like an unfinished bedroom. The bedroom had a concrete floor and barren, white walls. It was lit with a stark, incandescent light.

My mom pulled out this stretch of cotton padding, like a piece of padding that might be stretched out atop a bed mattress. She laid it out on the floor -- it was actually rolled up, like some kind of stiff, plasticky material, and she had to kind of unroll it and "snap" it into a flat position.

My mom told me that you tested yourself by laying down on the mattress. I felt like the testing really wouldn't work, and that the whole thing was just a big ripoff. I wasn't going to lay down on the thing, because I felt like it would do more harm than good. But I didn't want to disappoint my mom, and I was thinking of a way to stall her.

My mom rolled up the mattress, which she'd laid out in the middle of the room. She walked over to the right and back side of the room, near a doorway to a dark room or hallway, and laid the mattress out again.

As my mom did this, she told me, "These testing kits were on sale at Wal-Mart. So I bought ten or twelve of them. I'm planning on giving them to people as Christmas presents."

I thought, Oh my god, Mom! You bought twelve of these damn things? You really got ripped off! For some reason I went over and lay down on the mattress my mom had laid out.

I either sat up, or was helped up. My mom was gone, and my friend H was now in the room. There was somehting in the center of the room that looked like a hearth, for a fire, except that there were a lot of stones in it. H and I walked over to the left, front side of the room and sat down near an old-style, rotary-dial telephone that sat on the floor.

H picked up the phone and started talking with one of her friends. I watched her on the phone. My view was really low, almost level with the floor, so that the phone's base seemed really big in my view.

H spoke to one of her female friends about a gift she had given to Y, another female friend of hers. It may have been something like a coffee mug with a photo on it. But when she mentioned the gift, H asked her friend, "What did S (a male friend of hers) think about it? Did S like it and pay attention to it?"

I heard a little bit of H's friend's response. H and her friend spoke a bit more. Finally I got the idea that H and her friend were speaking in code.

H hadn't been in contact with Y for a while. They'd had some kind of argument. But before the argument, H and Y had actually been secret lesbian lovers. So now H heard Y was having something like a birthday party. But H wasn't invited. So H sent a present to Y.

Ostensibly the gift was supposed to have something to do with H's male friend S, as if to signify that H liked boys, especially S. But the gift was really, secretly, supposed to show Y that H was still in love with Y. H was now on the phone with her other female friend to see if Y had gotten the right message, and if Y was also still in love with H.

H was kind of treating me like I was her boyfriend, even though she never real showed it. So she didn't want me to know that she was actually in love with Y. So she was speaking in code with her friend.

Had several dreams last night. I wasn't sure how my dreams will be affected because I am on vacation in Roatan for a week. But the bed in the room is very comfortable, so I'm hoping that the relaxing environment will help me have more vivid and lucid dreams.

In my first dream, I found what looked like a dead dog underneath a porch or walkway. It looked like a dog, but it’s body was long and skinny like a snake. Then I found another dog. It had a normal body and at first I thought it was dead as well, but then I noticed it was breathing. It raised it’s head to look at me and suddenly I noticed that there were several dogs under there, all seemingly strays. I tried to coax them out with some food, but only a couple of them came out.

In my next dream, I’m outdoors, playing golf with some friends when I hit my ball into this field. Suddenly my friends are worried because we need to get my ball back; it’s important for some reason. But I’m not sure where it is; I only know where it might be. But to get it back, I have to get in a golf cart and drive a long way down this road (into town?), then turn around and backtrack across people’s yards and private property to get to where my ball is. The dream ends before I find it.

In my last dream, I’m in the military. I’m a lower rank because other people are giving me orders. One of them sends me down the hall to our commanding officer’s office to tell him something important that happened to a ship or a plane, and that he’s needed back in our work area. When I get back to my work area, I notice that somebody had thrown my lunch away that I had left on a table. When I asked why it had been thrown out, I’m told it is because the CO didn’t like me because I had disobeyed a direct order to shave off my goatee. For some reason, everyone wanted me to shave off my goatee because it has gray hair in it.

This last dream kind of coincides with real like in that I have a goatee and my daughters think I should shave it off because it has gray hair in it and it will make me look younger.

I meet up with Joe, Josh and soph appears to come along too.
We walk off into a forest where there is suppose to be some mini-festival. We lay down on the floor, belly down. And watch whats happening.

Soph grabs my hand and i dont like it, i let her hold it as i know otherwise she'll never shut up. She even says something like "you know how if someone grabs your hand, you'll at least curl a finger round, well he didn't even do that to me, he just let me hold his".

whatever we were watching ends, but we seem to have lost josh and some other people that were near us. We exit the woods and a car pulls up, Faye comes running out the car and hugs me, we say hello etc. Soph invites me to go back to her house and i make an excuse and say i just wanna go home and chill.

Suddenly i am lost in the woods , by myself. I come across josh and the others, they've been on the run for some time and tell me to follow them. We are by a small river, the sun is blazing and its really hot. I find a small stash of equipment. I loot it like you would in a game and can instantly tell that some weapons are better than others, some are blue (blue always = good) There's a couple of semi-automatic rifles, a p-90 and a weird taser type thing, Josh grabs the taser and runs around tasering people. I get tasered and its not THAT bad. I start to laugh as josh chases frenchy around with it, i can see the panic in frenchy's eyes ( he hates electric shocks) and hes running around.

Suddenly everyone stops after we hear a huge roar. I ask what it is and josh tells me to drop everything i dont need. we cross the river.
After some time in the woods we come to a building. we walk through the door and into a room with objects and furniture scattered about the floor, there is a doorway leading to a bridge, with 4 people standing on it, looking straight ahead, they are all completely naked 2 male, 2 female. Out there everything looks new, brilliantly made and shiny. Its clear we have to cross the bridge but i dont think these four people will let us. Somebody reads out some text "you must find the chalice to gain passage across the bridge, and to home." I walk across the room to a book case. "this has to be it right?" I look up and the 4 people are now staring at me, with blank expressions on there face. I hand the chalice over to a guy i barely know..... They stare at him instead now. One of the girls with us is starting to get scared, the guy with the chalice tells her to calm down. He'll go first. I am standing to the far right of the room, next to the wall, there are some steps that lead up, if i turn right once im up them, id walk through the door onto the bridge. I watch as the guy walks onto the bridge with the chalice. For some reason he begins to dance, we shout at him but he does not reply. The 4 people smile.... And walk a place closer to the door. They also switch places i start to chuckle to myself as the guy nearest the door has a pretty small penis. I say "OI! i bet you feel well bad standing next to that guy, your nob is TINY!!" and start to laugh. someone screams at me and tells me this isn't the time for jokes... "its the perfect time for jokes, besides, they're not moving and we all need to calm down and think straight. Look, its tiny." everyone giggles and the tension has been cut. Someone else picks up the chalice, and instead of moving one more place towards us, they single-file march through the door and into the room. Everyone panics and disperses in different directions, i stay calm and as soon as the last one as moved through the door i bolt up the stairs through the door and over the bridge. I notice a girl holding some sort of staff come running out of a building way ahead of me, i guess that is where i need to go, but can't let her catch me. the girl says "ill get him" She seems my age and very athletic. I jump up onto a sort of Divider to confuse her. I run to the end of this, jump down, I hear her running behind me. I jump up onto another divider that has a huge bush all the way along it, i need to get to the other side so i start looking for weak points in the bush, i dont find any so go to the end grab the bush, jump and hurl myself round. I am on top another divider here, i see the room i need to get to.

I start to sprint across the divider, i hear the woman say "and what will you do when you land, itll hurt" - i jump up quite high, i remember what she said and worry a little, then think, "no this wont hurt at all" i land one one foot and sprint into the room. And wake up.

I was walking down the staircase in my apartment with a friend. At the end of the stairs, in front of the main gate, we stopped and just stood there, observing. A small number of random people came up from the basement and just proceeded up the stairs.
A Nazi, a medieval soldier and a doctor came up the stairs, among others.
One person came up to us and told us some trivial fact about Led Zeppelin that I can not remember.

The end.

Vesterguard's Dreams

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

11-09-11 I wake up in my bed and have a feeling I am dreaming. I am having trouble opening my right eye. I ask the dream for more vision which it gives me. I am about to just fly through the window as normal, but decide to take a bit of time stabilising the dream this time.

I do this by grabbing hold of the curtain by the window and really looking at my plants in the window. I normally only have one plant in the window and it looks smaller in the dream than it does in waking life. Besides engaging touch and vision I also try and smell my plants, though without success, however when I do this one of the plants transform right in front of me, which I consider a bit odd as normally I can't really make transformations of objects all that well, but hey it wasn't intentional.

After some time of doing all of this I sit myself down in the window and notice the weather is grey and drizzling. I think to myself that it is pretty much as it was in waking life. I feel like I am getting ill in waking life and the cold and wind from dream environment is uncomfortable for me so I sit and spend a bit of time altering the chilling sensations so I can still feel them, but without the “cold” feeling attached.

I fly upwards and encounter an Asian woman hanging in the air along with some laundry out for drying. I am about to just fly past her, but decide to interact a bit, considering the possibility that this may not be a DC. I ask her name, which is really weird and I semi-hate myself for not remembering, and tell her “That is a weird name”, to which she replies “Not as weird as yours!” “Oh yeah, what is my name?” I ask “Stefan Vamt” she replies and I have to concede “Yeah, that is a weird name”.

Note: First time a DC has given me a name completely different to my own.

I have been flying around her a bit in order to keep off the ground, at one point I did try just hovering, which went fine, so I don't know why I have been flying around. In any case I get sent spinning into circles, which I at first try to stop.

“You know what, Spinning, not a bad idea, lets try” So I spin and it nearly crashes the dream and I abort mid way (I think). However I get slung off to one side onto a building my vision faded from the dream completely, but I manage to grab hold of the edge of the roof and start crawling onto the roof until I can feel the roof top (it is a pointy roof) and I start making my way towards the gable.

When I get to the gable I start getting flashes of the building and more specifically the small water pools at the ground. I decide to try and relax a bit while keeping my sense of touch in the dream. Soon enough the dream stabilises and I take off into flight towards the building across the gap. I decide to just take it easy and observe what the dream presents.

When I think this the yellow brick wall becomes enriched with detail and I start ascending (not in a spiritual sense). I can't help the expectation that pops into my head as I am going upwards “El Castillo is going to be at the top of the building” which to my joy it is.

I make my way towards the pyramid that this time actually looks like the actual thing. There are ceremonial artefacts (if you can call crafted objects in a dream artefacts as they aren't necessarily man made), like pottery and such at the top level next to the temple building atop the pyramid.

I shout out “Fellow dreamers!”, but again my voice seem to be blurry and the words come out slower than normal and at this point I give up on trying to light the beacon, but instead go exploring.

I turn around and see constructions similar to my first visit. There are columns and archways all over the place and the jungle floor is scattered with smaller buildings all made in something that looks like sandstone.

The amazing thing is that these buildings doesn't seem intrusive as the foliage is allowed to grow freely, even more astonishing is the sense of living it provides to the city. A perfect integration of architecture and nature, where one adds beauty to the other in a synergistic fashion.

I look down and spot a large figure and recognise it as one of the feline figures I saw in my first visit here and decide to go and introduce myself. When I get down there it turns out to be a somewhat different figure, as essentially this is a big grey/white cat. It is however a few heads taller than me, has quite the...ehhh.. big bones, is bipedal and dressed in clothing that seems foreign to the city I am in.

It comes over to me and greets me, it knows about me from the first time I was here as I apparently made quite a gossip. I grab it's out stretched paw.

I wake up.
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I am in a shop where a couple of my old friends are running it. Furthermore they have an area out back where there are houses and other shops. I walk out into the back and and start talking with the older brother, who doesn't actually look like what I remember and he is wearing overalls.

I ask him if the entire back housing is theirs as well and he looks around and indicate that not only the houses, but all the shops around the rectangular yard belong to them as well.

Impressive I think to myself, even that shop up on the corner I once visited is theirs. I walk back into the shop and watch the youngest of the brothers handle a purchase, he seems little more than a baby now and has grown considerably younger.

I walk out the shop and down the street that transforms into a hallway by first turning into a tunnel type thing. I notice one of the gates on the right hand side is open and know that this is where they keep the Tyrannosaurus, so I can't help but always looking back towards that gate and expect a T Rex come running out, I am close to my room anyway.

Notes: I finaly understand the term semi-lucid now as this is exactly what I was, I knew I was dreaming sort of, I just hadn't “awoken” yet.

I open the door to my room on the left hand side and expect a Veloci Raptor (look at my extensive Jurassic Park knowledge of ancient reptiles!) to attack me, even if it does I will just punch it in its face.

As I walk through my vision starts to fade and I am questioning if I am dreaming, but then I notice that my bass is standing upright against one of the sofa's and I know it to be lying on the floor, more specifically I know it to be lying on the floor between the window (where I am trying to go) and me.

I stabilise by breathing and calming down and gradually my visual sphere of perception is filled out with my room. Along with that I notice that there are quite a lot of tall trees outside in the garden that wouldn't normally be there. I notice that the weather is very similar to the last dream.

Before I fly out the window I expect El Castillo to be on my right hand side and start flying through the window. But I end up face against the glass and have to break it in order to get through. I fly upwards and to the right and there is something that looks like the pyramid but isn't quite that.

My flight is terrible and I end up slamming into a yellow building and have to climb up the roof. But strangely I decide to fuck worrying about my lack of control, which seems to strengthen it gradually as the dream progress.

From the roof of the yellow building I look across at yet another yellow building and run towards it and leap taking off into flight (which is back to normal now). In the top flat on the corner of the building there is a television set running and I think “Great, gonna port there through TV!” which I try, but am unsuccessful.

I think I just end up on the other side of the building and as I look up there are again loads of buildings that look like El Castillo, but isn't. So I decide to just give up and start flying down the street. The city reminds me of a mixture between Barcelona and a Moroccan city.



Colours and buildings shaped like that. But the streets are modern and wide and there is plenty of life and activity in the restaurants and bars in the one I am in.

Like this.



I notice my mum sitting at a bar that is facing the streets wearing a cowboy hat. I carry on down the street and decides to chill a bit. What was the TotM? something about elements and walking on water. Well no water for me to walk on here, but plenty of wine glasses filled with it.

I sit down and reach my hand out towards a glass of water and make it boil and bubble. I intend to grab it out of the glass and hold it in the air, but someone talks to me from the back before I get a chance of exercising more control.

The voice makes me think I don't have much time left, which is weird and I don't even turn around to see who it was. I continue down and find a candle on one of the tables. I start pulling the fire towards me and the flame lengthens towards my hand.

Lame I think and carry on and find two candles on a table with a stranger sat next to it. I first pull rather hard mentally which extinguish one of the candles. I try again fairly hard, but with a bit more of a gentle build-up of force until the little flame leaps from the candle and into my hand where it continue to burn for a couple of seconds until I wake up.
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Fragments: Sleeping at Kaiser's place.

Picking up some old winning tickets from my grandmother who is deceased.

Flying around observing things without a body (non-lucid).

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]Middlestate (I change this to hypnagogic, because that what it is)[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]This morning I woke up and remembered a dream, but I told myself let's test if I can skip to note this dream and still remember it.
I didn't... I went back to sleep and had this dream.
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[COLOR="blue"]I were on a big balcony, that was made of stone. In some kind of caslte I think. Then the teenage king from Game of thrones "Lannister..." open the big door and sais something to me. I thought about this weird experience, although I wasn't lucid I was very aware of my body and choices. It almost felt like I was controling my movement, but I didn't know that I was dreaming. Weird state, because what is tricking me to believe that this was real? It was the same feeling you have when you watch a movie. You are somehow involved in it. Although this time I was controling my actions.
Then I hear someone climbng on the steep mounatin next to the balcony. I look down and see a whole group of soldiers.
"We are here to rescue you" they said. The one who was first grabbed my hand and all of them lose their grip and they formed a chain, like you see in movies when people almost fall down from a height. The guy below that person who held my hand held in his ankle and so on, you get the picture. When all were up they gave me climbing equipment and we climbed to the side of the castle and then down, to the grass. "Down with the king!" they yelled. Then they started to burn down houses in the village, and I shouted "Stop! What the hell are you doing?"

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The dream transformed into the wild people from the same serie and I was now transformed into Khal Drogo!
I think I associated harrassing villages with that. Now I wanted to do backflips! I ran and did a backflip to impress everyone, but on the landing I bit my lip. Everybody was chocked, although I hadn't noticed it myself until I saw their eyes direction.
I got chocked, then I woke up. Cool dream thought[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]It felt like my dream was that vivid because I am used to the dreamy feeling. But it can just have been a coincidence, and it's weird that I didn't become lucid.[/COLOR]

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