non-lucid

25.07.2011

Building a skatepark (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Somebody was building a skatepark. They had two bowls dug in the ground, filled with concrete and coping and the like. They were about ten feet tall and only six feet or so wide. Kind of odd.

He said "I can't think of any plans from here."

I said "perhaps a ramp from this bowl over here to roll into your first bowl, allowing enough speed to transfer to the other bowl?"

I don't remember all the details except of how wonderful it felt to be at the ocean.
I was a teenage boy in the dream. I don't remember ever being a different gender before in a dream, so this was a first time experience! I had sandy blond hair and I was fairly good looking. I was on summer vacation and I was enjoying playing some games (I think it was ring toss) at the fair. This girl came up to me and I thought she was cute, but not my type. She seemed pretty friendly, though, so we hung out that day. Later, I told her I was tired as we sat near a rocky area overlooking the ocean. So, I lay my head on her lap and just gazed at the ocean and all the clouds. I was near my favorite type of place in the world--a large body of water--and it was almost about to rain (which is my favorite type of weather). I didn't really pay much attention to the girl at this point, though I sincerely appreciated that I didn't have to get up and waste my time trying to find a pillow. I just remember that I kept falling asleep and then waking up to the sounds of the waves and the occasional clap of thunder in the distance. When I woke up, I felt a sense of loss. I always feel a sense of loss when I have a dream involving a large body of water.

ReachingfortheDream's Dream

I was going to sleep in my dream. Somehow this got me to imitate a WILD. I felt the SP in the dream and suddenly I was lucid.

Can't remember where I started off, but I remember that the SP within the dream was gripping me. I kept trying to free myself but I couldn't seem to move or get away from it. I seemed to be able to see it; it was like a big sludgy black pile trying to grip me.

"CLARITY!!!" I screamed, but it didn't really do much. Then I decided I needed to get out of this. The first thing I thought of was spinning around. I was slightly wary since the spinning had never really worked properly before, but I decided to take the chance.

I span around, I think I closed my eyes but I'm not sure. All I saw was swirls of black and random colors.

I can't remember where I ended up at this point either, but I thought of chichen-itza, and it was in sight. I think I was in midair. I put my hands out and flew to it.

I saw the trees surrounding it, the lone mayan pyramid amidst a giant random forest, just like in the DV pictures. I landed on the ground, and then flew up to the top of it. As I did so, I realized the beacon wasn't there. I imagined it, and it appeared - a swirling pile of yellow and orange floating above the pyramid.

I flew up to the top. At this point I was losing sight of my goals. There were 4 other people there, two younger females and an older male and older female. I started talking with them; I was excited that I had finally made it to the pyramid. I asked their names; the older man said Poppy, the older woman Mom, and the girls said they were Alice and Elaine (I think, it was something that started with an E). I took note that they all had brown or black hair. The two younger girls were wearing loose cotton shirts, one a rich bright red and the other white.

Then, to my disappointment, I felt the dream fade, and I was whirled back into my bed.

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It was apparently the first day of school. I was in what was supposed to be my school (now that I think of it it's really similar to another school from a previous dream from a really long time ago). It kind of reminded me of a mix of FJR and CC; it was tall and clean and pristine, lots of high glass windows and walls and modern architecture.

I had art elective class still. We were supposed to leave our stuff in a massive changeroom (beats me why I would need a changeroom for art). The room was white, concrete, and massive with hooks lining the walls.

I hadn't even done anything and the class was apparently over. I was searching now in these random rooms for my next class. It then occurred to me that I forgot what the purpose of my lock was since I had left it on the hook in the other changeroom. I spent a good 5 minutes pondering what the hell a locker is for (lmfao) before I saw others in the hallway using them.

I wandered into another class, figuring that I could run back to the changeroom and grab the lock after this class was done.

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I was still at this "school" it seemed, or maybe outside of it. There was a massive sidewalk, but it was like a giant glass hallway outside. There were people working there, some being buskers on that sidewalk. This one particular guy was just sitting and singing, but he kept grabbing me and hugging me and not letting me go. I was getting a little creeped out, and I struggled to get away.

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I was again at this "school", but I was running to court. My mother apparently wanted to sue the law because of some sort of fraud or something having to do with paying too much for the arts (music lessons, I presumed). I ran to court. The prospect was stupid, and I was scared my mother would lose and look like a fool.

When I got into the court room, there were tons of people there. The floors were marble, the walls varnished dark wood, and everything from foot to ceiling intricately decorated with carvings and gold. There were people seated and standing watching the affair.

Apparently several classes had been made to attend court to watch. Some teacher was calling her students to the other side of the court.

Then the trial started. I was scared of what would happen. Then, AR randomly got up. I was confused; wasn't this my mother's trial? AR presented some poster or something about helping out with disasters around the world. Everyone applauded.

Then the judge stood up and said something funny, exclaiming how she was an old chinese woman. Then the dream ended.

Had one dream in multiple pieces....the power of the snooze button

One piece was a bunch of women being rounded up and shoved into trucks. (something to do with studying women history and the feminist movement? ) I see Gloria Steinem in a wheel chair being pulled up to the bed of a truck. I run to her grab the arms of the chair and roll it to the end of the truck. The chair is already tied in, and I know I am going to get nabbed any second. I tell her that even if I can't help her now I will get help her get out of this. (I think we were in a team in a earlier part of the dream I don't remember).

She leans forward and says "What can you possibly do to help me now?". It seemed like a harsh question, and I was hurt that I was failing her. I decide to read her the license plate number of the truck. I look down but am having trouble deciphering it. (Not enough trouble to get lucid....but you know... - _ -). Surprisingly the numbers do not change after multiple viewings and after a bit I finally get the whole number to her. It was 48484867. I get dragged away.

Second part: I was in some sort of prison that looked more like a dungeon. It was made of green brick and the entire surrounding seemed moist. I was in a wheel chair and was suddenly confused why I needed one. I tell the person I am with that I can walk and that I walk all the time. I go to stand up and my legs feel week. My calves can not support my weight and I become quickly unbalanced catching myself on the chair for support. I am confused as to how this happened (the memories were of myself walking irl, so CLOSE to being lucid DX)

Third part. I am leaving some kind of class and know that I am being forced to go to this one location. My surroundings look like a large scale college campus all made of orange brick with small patches of grass and courtyards. As I approach where I much go I get some kind of vision of what happened their before: An evil man is talking to a girl in a stone chair and he describes to her all the torturers he will present her with ending with impaling her over and over until she can take no more. I see that the only way to stop him is the yell the word "claws" and say a four digit word that has relevance to me. I think I could say 4867 because that was the end of the license plate number. I begin to get frightened as I approach the same location as the vision. I see the chair and the workshop the man walked out of. I walk in not knowing what will happen.

A creature appears made of brown feathers and earth and sleek black claws. I jump, and let her begin walking me backwards toward the chair. She looks at the walk where there is paper with something written in Spanish. She has some kind of reaction to it and I begin to see a human face of a young Mexican girl. I ask her if she is a Mexican girl, she seems to understand what I am saying but does not respond, she continues to guide me to the chair. "Did he do this to you once? Did he make you this?" I ask. She slows her pace and begins to think about what she is, and how she got to be that way. We begin to talk. I am still scared out of my mind because I know that the man will come out when he pleases and I can not leave, but I thought if I could help this girl we could escape together. I think I can use the numbers I saw in my vision to stop him, but who knows if it will really work. We talk and talk until I wake up.

Again, I had a non lucid dream while trying to WILD.
It was a very short dream (of what I can remember) I was playing TF2 and I was a Medic. I was running after my friend, who was a Pyro. Then, there was this vent on the floor. It started shaking, more and more. I went over to it to investigate. All of the sudden, it BURST into flames. I jumped back, as my other friend flew out, also dressed as a pyro.

well wat i remember is
my friend or smth told me go jump in the water and find diamants i did... then i saw a small fish and i though thats my friend and i had a gun or smthng and took a photo shotting it and the i gavce him , loled there..
then i hunt again and again but nothing was in that sea. even fish ;D

This memory is very fragmented because I fell asleep again without writing it down first.

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I remember that this is not the first place we've been in. I think we've travelled around the world already. But now we're in paris with my school mates, or, some of them, that is. Perhaps a day off in an exchange student program? Anyhow. We had a couple of hours left and we went to see the Eiffel tower. We saw it from the base of the thing and thought we reeally didn't have time to do anything else. Walking to the top would've maybe been possible alone but with this group, there wouldn't have been enough time. Yet, there was no line in the elevator to the top, so we took that. At the top there was this souveneir shop thingy, where we spent a little time in because it was cold outside. After a while talking there with the other peoples, we all headed downwards. The dream ended.

I'm in the parking lot of some pizza place. I'm calling work because I do not know if I work this weekend. Turns out I don't, so I hang out in the parking lot with KC, and really, really fondle her legs. Mmm, really like those legs. A pizza truck is delivering pizzas to the parking lot, and I think it's funny that a different brand pizza is delivering to this pizza place's parking lot.

I have my bike with me, because that's how I got here. Am trying to figure out how to get home in the dark; don't want to call parents, so decide just to spend the night outdoors and then bike home in the morn. Am near the old high school in the dark.

Recurring themes:
- Do I have work this weekend?
- How do I get home from here?
- Pretty ladies!

My first dream was after my alarm goes off in the middle of the night.
First there's a nice, dark room. It's made of some sort of dark, reddish wood, and the fabric is in the same dark tones. There's a table here too. I sit at the table and look about, wondering where I am. Then a rather old man with grey hair, and thick black eyebrows walks in. He isn't wearing a shirt , and he's quite flabby and has a hairy chest and I swear I can't see any pants on him, but so far he's behind a chair. He can't see me.

Then I find myself in a tent with no memory of the wooden house. The tent is large, blue and pyramid shaped. I remember my old school field , but when I look over my shoulder I can't see the school. But I know this is my old school field (a recurring place in my dreams!) because of the way there are hills on one side and trees bordering the whole field, hiding a wire fence. Behind me where the school should be, there is just fog. I don't know what I'm doing here, but it's like there's something just behind the trees I need to get to so I start running across the field.

These were just hazy dream fragments. When I woke up in the morning, I can't remember either dreams immediately, and I'm frustrated. So I lay down and try to do an early morning WILD, which in the past have sometimes been successful. But today I'm not asleep enough or my sister is making too much noise because it doesn't want to work. I think what happened next might have been an OBE. I could feel my thumb in my palm, even though my hands were one on each side of me. I rub my right thumb in my left palm a bit as I begin to feel my other hands too, my 'real' hands, both at the same time. Then I move my real hands, and I can feel my hands either side of me. My thumb no longer feels like it's in my palm.

I was recording the last 2 dreams in this journal, in a dream journal, in my dream. While i was doing this, i was reliving the dreams, talk about deja vu O_O

I was flying oin top of a windy field in a very non-vivid dream. The grass was swaying to the wind and the skies were VERY gray. I YELLED 'I'm DREA-'' and ''I NEED TO REALITY CHE'' with the last syllable of each word getting cut off. Soon i lost lucidity. (I'm not even sure i got it in the first place).

Soon i woke up in a False Awakening. There was thunder out my windows as loud as..... VERY LOUD!

Soon i woke up and there was thunder outside my window O_O

I was young...Like VERY young. I believe I was in some kind of preschool class but the classroom look more like my old living room. It even have the glass/mirror table.

Anyway there was only me and some other kid. I knew I was older and wiser mentally and this kid wanted to fight me but he got a knife from somewhere and slash the couch. He act like he was able to frame me but a teacher walk in and saw what was happening and told me to go to the next room.

This room was filled with other kids and a teacher. I recall a girl sitting in a chair in a way so she got stuck.

That pretty much it...Weird dream with my old living room set.

So I was at this random house. Kinda old. Perhaps 50s architecture. Detached house. Composed of wood and white bricks, mostly. Surrounded by a big grassy field. And I was in the kitchen preparing food for some guests that were going to arrive soon. I had made cake and pasta and stuff. I was going to peel my potatoes but I noticed I only had five. I stressed out. I called someone else to keep doing whatever I was doing for a while while I went to the store. And there I was with more potatoes. So apparently the food was nowhere near ready and some of the guests were already there. So I went to greet them and quickly finish up what I was doing in the kitchen. I served them a half done meal.

Now, I had this dream at 2 AM, so the recall was spotty even as I first woke up from it...

Anyways, I remember talking with someone who is offering to help me out. Unfortunately I can't remember a thing about them. Not their name, appearance, or even gender. Anyway, my brain is clearly confused about things, since this individual is trying to help me access Dreamworld or some such, yet things from work are getting mixed in. I have to go online, find some program, listen to this or that audio file... the word NUnit was thrown around a bit, which is directly from work. All the same, I'm eager to do what it takes since this is a huge goal for me. My brain is still confused though, since for a name of someone to get in contact with it pulls Marona, from Phantom Brave, but the music looping in my head is from Legend of Mana. That's about all for this fragment, but it was important enough to me that I woke up at 2 AM and wrote it down. So there ya go.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a psychiatrist's office, which actually looked more like a small store mixed with an artist's studio or an unfinished room. The room was narrow, kind of long, with white walls made bright by the sunlight coming in through the front window wall.

I stood before something like a long work table made out of wood, which was either white or brown. The table was on the left side of the room. My psychiatrist stood to my right.

I was telling my psychiatrist a weird set of experiences I'd been having lately. Mostly it was people saying very weird things right out to me. But apparently, on this day, they'd gotten really bad.

I told my psychiatrist how I had gone into one place, possibly a doctor's office, and that a nurse (dressed like a 1950s style, stereotypical nurse), while she was stacking boxes one on top of the other, said she was -----ing the boxes (don't remember the word, but it implied she was actually laying the boxes side by side).

I told my psychiatrist, "Then I went to a cafe. A woman there was laying boxes side by side. But she told me --" I suddenly had the urge to stop speaking, as I felt my talking anymore about this would make my psychiatrist think I was crazy. But I couldn't stop now. So I said, "She told me she was stacking them."

I had an image in my head of something like a floor plan being drawn in red lines on a brownish-yellow piece of paper. I saw perhaps four squares being drawn in some kind of nook-like room. The four squares were boxes, laid side by side. I then saw a woman like a worker at Starbucks, laying boxes like soda syrup boxes side by side in a nook-like area.

There was now a third person in the room with me and my psychiatrist. The person was hard to see. But it was probably a woman, kind of like a wild woman. She was kind of tall, with really messy, black hair. She looked really strong, and she may have been naked. But she was helping my psychiatrist in some kind of professional function, like being her nurse.

The woman stood between us, and while I never saw the woman, it made my psychiatrist much harder to see. My psychiatrist may have changed as well. She may have been a kind of young, blonde woman.

My psychiatrist may have given me some kind of shot. She also prescribed some kind of medicine to me, maybe two different kinds of pills. I had a terrible, sinking feeling. I had told my psychiatrist my real life experiences. But she now thought, as I'd figured she would, that I was crazy. I myself wondered whether I was crazy.

My psychiatrist said I needed to be careful because of the state of mind I was in. She said, "If you keep going like this, you'll start thinking you can hear telegrams (or telegraphs?) inside buildings, or that the direction of your blood is always flowing toward the people who have aggressive feelings toward you."