non-lucid

24-08-11 I am Going to a swimming stadium, though I am not taking the planned route. The planned route would be swinging by Stonehenge, about a 5 km drive.

Instead I go through some sort of air vent in a large building. The passageways are really narrow, dirty and dark.

It takes about 5 minutes to get there.

I hang about in the swimming pool for a while, it is dusk time and there are some other kids there. I decide to take off and walk over to the wall.

In order for me to get to the vent I will have to remove some of the panelling, not only that but I will have to stand on the exposed piece of wood that was holding the panel, which is screwed into the wall.

There isn't much space, but I seem to recall having done it before. I finally get the door open to the shaft.

Before I can go through I must put a hand into the shaft and empty it for trash. The trash is some black stuff from farming I think, as Henrik can explain how it is made. Seems like a mixture between coal and dust.

It just falls into the water, but I have a feeling it will be OK and it isn't exactly a new procedure I am doing.

A woman, might be my aunt asks me if it is worth it. I ask her if she has to take the 5 km route past Stonehenge, she confirms and I tell her it will take me 5 minutes to get back.

When most of the trash is out, it seems to take longer than it had before, I am looking out over a horizontal window as an access point, which I remember thinking is a bit weird.
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Sitting at a coffee table with a beer. It is a beer can, but there is a bottle inside prodding up out of the hole of the can.

I sit and marvel a bit, how the fuck could anyone get that bottle down there without removing the top of the can.

Then a person on my right explains that there they are fairly rare and if you manage to collect 9 of them, you would win 9 k DKK.

“Ah then I shouldn't have given the last 3 to ….”
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Something about time travel in order to make sure to obtain the right ingredients for a particularly tasty meal.

Physical time travel (done by placing hands on top of each others) means that you get a fraction of your dream powers with you to the physical realm though (WEIRDNESS!)

Dream 1
I was in a city full of zombies, It was dark. I became lucid and decided to fly, I couldn't so I fought along some guy against these zombies. We went on to a elevated train track like the Chicago Loop. I fought against the zombies and the person I was with got biten or something.

Dream 2
I was in my house/school (you'll get it in a minute) we were talking about where we should go to see a film. I was talking to my friend on if the would make a new Batman and Robin.

Then I opened a newspaper to a page where it said "Beyonce, Butt In" with brackets resembling a butt and it only had pictures of her butt. I then turned around and Beyonce was there angry saying "Just because I go to a film being produced, doesn't mean I'm in the film" and "I don't need this I'm 84 and very stressed why does it always come down to my butt?".

84 WHAT A FLIPPING DREAM SIGN. She looked normal though.

As any astute follower of this journal would notice, I haven't quite followed through on my recent resolution to resume dream documentation, however I do like to come back to this journal time to time to document particularly notable dreams (eg the previous post). The following is actually a dream I had a few nights ago and have been toying with the idea of writing down; it was a very haunting, powerful experience that I keep thinking about again and again.

The overarching premise of the dream was that I was dead somehow and in heaven. I want to say that the earliest part of the sequence was me living ordinarily in an area that seemed to be a common room with a bunch of offshoot dwelling rooms adjacent to a hallway that led directly to a hospital where I worked (I'll get into more detail in describing both later on), but I also suspect these may be memories within the dream (I'll clarify this later as well). Anyways, the earliest clear part of this dream took place as I somehow came to be outside the gates of heaven. I was apparently well aware of a conspiracy to keep people out of heaven, and that the primary methodology of this conspiracy was a complex maze system outside heaven's gate with a long line of people that were queued to enter heaven, and it was so constructed so as to keep people trapped, slowly moving nowhere in circles. I was at first able to see a narrative overview of this maze; people in single file line, slowly shuffling forward, many branches and loops ensuring that the people (who seemed completely ignorant of their situation and complacently moved along) were trapped. There were "employees" who seemed to be party to the conspiracy directing the flow of the lines so as to maintain things. As it were, I was just near what I knew to be the actual, true entrance to heaven, which was blocked off and guarded by a line of "employees". As I stood there trying to determine how I was going to get back in, I by chance noticed a bellboy carrying a platter of dirty dishes (I seemed to understand they delivered food to people in line). I watched as he entered an adjacent hallway marked employees only. It was unguarded, so I looked down the hallway; it was tall and wide and reminiscent of the grand hallways at a hotel convention center. The hallway went a long ways back before ending in a group of employee rooms (I assumed one of them must be a kitchen), but I also noticed a hallway branched off to the right some distance down. I looked to my right now towards the entrance to heaven and noticed another hallway opened on the other side of the line of sentries, so I decided I'd try to sneak through that way. I happened to have my messenger bag with me, so I decided I'd pretend to be a writer. I began to walk quickly down the hallway, repeating the phrase, "I'm a writer" constantly in my head as though I thought it would somehow prevent me from being caught. As I turned the corner to the right, I found that the hallway continued for some time before coming to another hallway parallel to the first. I turned another right and headed towards the exit. As I continued down this hallway I came upon a black man in a suit who waved at me in a friendly way and offered to shake my hand. As I shook his hand I only said, "I'm a writer" and then kept walking; as I passed him I could see the look of confusion on his face. I seemed to understand that he wasn't a guard, but that his job was to simply stand there and greet people. I exited the hallway into the hospital area (note this was not the area I'd seen from the other side of heaven's gate previously), which was comprised of square rooms, all hallways, some of which resembled normal hospital hallways and some of which resembled patient rooms with through paths. I knew my way back from here by memory; from the hallway square at the exit of the hallway I turned right into a room square, then left through three more squares and then right to the exit of the hospital area into my living area I'd mentioned previously. As I arrived, I slowly walked further into the room, examining my surroundings. Like the hospital area, the room was familiar to me as though I'd been living there for some time. There was a dining table in the middle of the room along one wall that was cluttered with papers and there was a television suspended on a thick pillar adjacent to the table. It occurred to me later that the layout of the main common room very vaguely resembled the living room at my grandma Isabel's old house in Halstad, and to that theme everything seemed dusty and slightly old as though the furniture, paint on the wall, decorations, and even the television were from the 80's. There were a number of people intently going about there business in the room also. As I examined my surroundings I became increasingly distressed with my disposition. I then lashed out verbally, asking if this was all I had left now in heaven, that I'd spend eternity trapped in this dusty room with some other people from the 1990's (a woman nearby in earshot glanced at me and rolled her eyes as she continued doing something), complaining that there wasn't even much of a proper internet yet. I continued, suddenly realizing that I was due to take the MPJE tomorrow but now couldn't because I was dead, meaning that I'd never been successfully licensed as a pharmacist and thus the last several years of my life spent training to that end was wasted. This angry diatribe was cut short by the realization that I'd left Laura behind and could not be sure when she would arrive or if she'd arrive at all (at least we'd already returned to her hometown, I hoped she'd find happiness again, etc.). In this strong emotional mix of anger and sadness I realized that my situation could not be real, but I could only think of ending the dream quickly instead of allowing it to continue post reality check and instantly managed to wake myself up.

When I fell asleep again I had a short continuation of this dream where I went to a buffet for food (I was aware I was still in heaven). The restaurant had many people but wasn't too crowded. It reminded me of the restaurant at Bill's gambling hall.

As I mentioned at the start of this entry I mentioned how haunting this dream has been the last few days. The reason for that is that afterwards I've been left with the haunting thought that I may have peered into the real heaven (a chilling thought given the "conspiracy", how drab the environment was, and my emotional observations towards the end). I don't genuinely believe this now (the fact that heaven is historically described as more paradise in nature, consideration that this may represent hell rather than heaven, and my ultimate awareness that this was a dream all heavily discount this notion), however I believe it does represent a phenomenon I referred to previously as "dream bleeding", where elements of the dream have remained strong in my consciousness long after the dream has ended.

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="royalblue"]Semi-Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]I think I know why I give up on some awakenings, it's becauase of my sleeping posture I tend to go to sleep on my WBTB in a really weird position and when I wake up I am more aware of the uncomfortable feeling, and then combined with the body testing me I just have to give up. So for the next night I will sleep in a good sleeping posture.
Even if I gave up I still let the alarms go, to make my dreams more vivid.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I was standing in a sportshall and all my friends were doing gymnastics, but when I was going to make a jump they told me "No you are too small for this". I looked surprised at them, but then I saw that the plinth was really high.
Everything was so big. I was stubborn and didn't gave up, so I climbed up and was going to do something gymnastic, but then I fell.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I were in a mall and my friends were buying some clothes. I wanted something too so I picked the first thing I saw but it was really ugly. So my friends prevented me from buying it.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]I woke up and remembered that I should had become lucid, because I fell asleep with a blindfold.
So everytime I can see, it's a dream.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]The dream started in my kitchen and I couldn't see anything and then someone took the blindfold of me (in the dream) and he did some weird magic trick with a pen on my nose, then the dream changed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I were back in the mall and my friend called on me from a restaurant, he told me that he could buy me a beer, when I drank the beer, everything become unstable.[/COLOR] [COLOR="gray"]and I woke up without an alarm.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I was now standing in the sportshall again, but this was more like a gym and no equipment that I needed was free. So I went into a small room for some reason and there was my friend Andriano, then a girl that I don't know in the wakng life, but I appearantly didn't like her in this dream, walked in. We started to talk about some photos on facebook, and then Andriano said "This is like highschool" and I agreed for some srange reason.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Then I woke up.[/COLOR]

I just finished taking a shower getting ready to go home. While inside the bathroom I seen a bunch of my sisters clothes. I pack some of them up in my bag. I want to try them on when I get home to see if any of them fit. After I pack I go into the living room with my sister, mom, jr and simon. I then decide its better to try them on here so I'm not taking things that don't fit or flatter. I pulled shoes out. There was a couple pair but only one that I recall. They were pretty cinderella shoes that lit up. I then tried on the outfits but I didn't keep or recall what any of them looked like. Then I pulled out little "trinkets" Some where plastic and some were stones. The only one I remember visually was a heart made out of stone. I wake up.

Me and jr were in our room picking out a movie to snuggle too. His mom knocks on the door. We tell her to come in. She says " I can't figure out how to press play on the movie." I tell jr " let her figure it out on her own!" Jr leaves to go help anyway. I wait for him a while. He did what I thought and got distracted. There was a window in our room where I could see him, simon, jr's mom and my sister? He was holding simon...asleep. This aggravated me for a number of reasons. I walked in there and knocked the hand his head was leaning on out from under his head. He woke up. I yelled "what the fuck are you doing!?" His mom said something. I don't recall. I snapped at her "this happened because your retarded! How can you NOT know how to press play on the movie!? Its a universal sign!?" Then I start yelling at jr again... "Then YOU come in here, AFTER I tell you not too, forget about me and fall asleep!? I'm leaving!". I smacked the wall and woke myself up.

August 23, 2011

Remote control was in my hand and in real life belong to me. My father in the dream owned it though. I told him that I got it somehow and ssomehow knew he was at the left side of the house. The house itself is my grandmother from my mother side.

I ran to the right side and into the backyard knowing my dad will go through the front door. I had a feeling my plan failed and indeed it did with him standing on the back porch.

I ran and he was able to catch up, I became somewhat lucid, enough so to tell myself to wake up from this dream.

Not really a nightmare but going to label as one...I hate people chasing me.

Side note...I should write these asap...11:33 PM, it almost tomorrow.

I'm not sure if its just a fragment or a dream.

Dream

I was in the suburbs somewhere and saw Batman of the Future. He had time travelled to the past. I saw him and started asking him questions he just answered them nonchalantly as he used some futuristic device. I asked him one burning question and I forgot what it was but maybe it "How far did you get with Dana?" it was something about far. He answered "Very far".

I was driving. Some one was chasing me and jr. I was nervous. We stopped at a couple houses. I changed my clothes at one of them but don't recall what I put on. I didn't feel comfortable staying. On the way to the next place we stopped I seen a lady broken down on the road. I wanted to stop and help but I sensed the person chasing me was close. I couldn't afford to stop. I felt guilty. We stopped at another house. I we took a nap. I woke up and went out side. There was another house really close to the one we was staying. I walked up to the porch. The light was on. They had a nice outside furniture on their porch. It all matched and it was orange. Then a lady approached me. She asked me to follow her. She wanted to show me something. We walked into a room with cloth on the walls and ceiling. There was four easels on them. She pointed to where a signature should me and told me they were mine. I didn't believe her at first. Then I looked at the signatures on all of them. "They are mine!?" I got really excited. I then knew I was dreaming but didn't. I said " I need to look at these really hard so I don't forget what they look like when I wake up" The words I said were a passive observation. I didn't really take in what I had said...I stared at the paintings trying to remember every detail. I woke up looking at them. I only recalled what one of four of them looked like. It was something unlike anything I've done. A man running from birds. It was abstract looking. It looked like it was a reflection in a mirror too.

I was inside a house. There were a few people there. I don't recall who they were. One of the guys there hands me a bottle of absinthe. I got excited and told the guy about a bottle I had found at the daily cheap with cat eyes for decoration. I didn't drink any :/ then he told me my mom left and wouldn't be coming back. This frustrated me and I told him "my mom would tell me if she was leaving" then a a chick pulls up in an old truck...I wake up.

I was laying down sleeping. I had jr's moms phone next to the bed. I heard it ring. I thought "that ringer sucks, I need to change it to one you can hear". So I grabbed the phone, went threw the ring tones. The loudest one was the same one I have on my phone. So I changed it to that. I wake up to the phone ringing. I thought it was jr's moms phone that was ringing but it was mine. I then figure out it was a false awakening.

I was out side in my current yard. I found the piece to our blue water jug that blew away in the storm. I wake up.

I think I was in a lab...with all these medical people. There was some sort of violence going on, and people kept throwing grenades. I never got to see the enemy, but there were explosions left and right. I started to wake up.....and I went right back into the dream, and the DC's ask me what was I doing, and I told them "coming back to make it last longer". Maybe for a split second I was lucid, but I couldn't stabilize the re entry long enough to actually see if it worked.


I also had these reoccurring dreams last night that every person I met turned out evil, and we'd end up in a gun fight.

melatonin
These dreams were all school related. It was my sisters registration day, and we were preparing. For some reason we were walking all the way to Winco and I asked mom, where are we walking, she said Build a Bear. I asked why, and she said to kill time or something. We normally never walk ANYWHERE and I was actually pretty happy. When we were walking I was holding my iPad and we ran across the street before a truck hit us. Sis was wearing a grey shirt.*
I remember being a wrestler, or volunteering to be a wrestler or some sort and then sitting on the outside with my family. I kept getting these sweatshirts with text on the back saying really weird stuff like racist words. Every time I asked my boss something like when am I going up, he said you already got your prizes up in the stands, go get ready. It was vivid but really confusing.*
At some point in these dreams I saw that I went through this cargo hold with seats inside, we were probably in spaaaace. When I went in there, I stayed a bit, then came out and my neck was super long. Unrealistic looking. Another guy went in there and didn't wait, so he didn't look precisely like me.
These dreams were stupid.

im at a table(IT ROUND AND BLUE) with a lot of food (THE DISHES ARE WHITE AND SMALL) all by myself so im just tying everything beacuse im hungry; there these weird cake and desserts and i never get full and i can eat each dish with one bite. when i wake up IM SO HUNGRY