non-lucid

Dream - Lucid

I was with Dakota in a room, I think it was supposed to be my room but it didn't really look like it. I was laying on my stomach on the bed. Dakota was looking for something to eat. He started to go through a drawer in the nightstand that was sitting by the bed. Everything he pulled out I told him he couldn't eat. He finally pulled out a package of Pop-Tarts, and said
"Oh, Pop-Tarts!"
Before I could say anything, he opened the package. He broke one of the strawberry Pop-Tarts in half, and I tried to tell him I was going to eat them for breakfast. He said "Oh..." and slid them to me on the bed.

I felt really bad for telling him that he couldn't have them. I slid them back to him and said
"Here, take them. I cannot deny you, Dakota."
He took them.

~

I started to feel the buzzing sensations. I knew I was going to enter a dream, so I tried to focus on that. It faded for a second, but quickly came back.

The next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes in bed. The sun was shining through the window to my left. I was in a room that I'd never seen before, but it didn't seem weird or different in the dream. I remembered I had been trying to enter a dream, so I did a reality check by trying to stick my finger through my hand. At first, I wasn't sure if it was working, then, I noticed the finger coming out of the back of my hand. It's a dream!

I got up out of bed and went to the window. I looked through the blinds to see what was outside. It looked like I was living closer to the city than I do in waking life.

I decided to try to fly (what else is new?). I phased through the window and took off into the air. The first thing I noticed was an odd-looking tree in someone's yard. I focused on the ground below so as not to lose the dream. I decided to fly into the city.

Then, my alarm clock woke me up....lame. -_-

the Marley kids
guitar
living room
80's hip hop band
ocean boats
harbor
rising sea

These are fragments of a very long dream I had. The dream felt like it was about forty-five minutes.

I am on a luxury sea vessel, like a yacht maybe. I am inside, so I don't really pay attention to what kind of boat it is. I am in a room with Damian Marley, and some of his family. Damian is reclining on a chaise lounge, and we are all smoking ganja from a hookah. We talk about reggae, hip hop, live music, and vibrations.

"You, mon, I, mon. We all God. Our mind set free wit de herb. Everyting in de universe, all sound, all vibration, all creation come from the spoken word of Jah." When, he says, Jah, the whole room quavers.

***

I am on a sailboat on starboard lookout, aiding navigation through very shallow waters. The sea level has dropped, and many boats have been grounded on a large sandbar on the starboard side of the boat. This reminds me of the IntraCoastal Waterway in Florida.

***

I don't remember what the other notes were about. I got pain in my hands and wrists from typing too much. Get an ergonomic keyboard everyone!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Didn't care to recall much this morning, had a weird, short lucid though.

03.00: Sleep

11.30: Dizzy MILD
I'm with my friend Felix in a school. We go to the gym area and I see toilet booths everywhere. Felix starts doing his thing on a machine while I go to the tap and hold my hands over it to warm them up. Felix seems to be having problems lifting his weights, and a female instructor walks over to him and helps him out. After a while he comes up to me. "Damn that was hard man, had to pick the pink weights."

We head out of the place. My friend Eric shows up when we step into an elevator. For some reason I feel like RC'ing and I count my fingers. I count six. I feel very dizzy though and reason that it might be because of that. I count them again, still six. Once again I count and this time I count five. I look in the mirror, I look dead tired, like I'm sick.

"Matte, don't you go do something stupid, thinking you're dreaming now ok?" Eric tells me. "But dude, I'm counting six fingers all the time" I say and step out of the elevator. I close my eyes and recount them, using touch only. Seven.

"Okay I'm dreaming dude" I tell Eric. We're now in a big hall full of people. I see a very old man walking with a cane. I raise my hand towards him and lift him up using telekinesis. "How do you explain that otherwise?" I ask Eric. "Uhm, well that's uh..." He clearly has no rational explanation for it. All of a sudden people start fighting me, only I'm in 3rd person mode. I watch myself kicking ass for a minute or so.

11.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

18-07-11 I am playing some sort of baldur's gate. I am looking at a guie for the ending fight. I am getting there and although I could have explored bit more I decide to just go for it. I seem to be a wizard of some description and the final fight is me vs. a council of other wizards. I primarily use timestop and sommoning spelss and AoE to try and interrupt their spell casting as much as possible.
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I am in some weird scenario that incorporates three different tv shows at once. I know actors from all shootings and eventually the seperate shows merge into one because the various actors move from one set to the other. There is no script for this, so the director tells the actors to simply improvise.

I am also getting married to someone, it is somewhat arranged or being kept secret though I think I am happy enough with her. It could be that I have met her on the internet.

We are walking across a narrow bit of water, over to two girls. They want beer and Daryl tells them that he can provide that so we go back and get them. We start with giving them half a crate in a cardboard box and talk about the fact that we can get them more if needed. They would like that and I am supprised they haven't asked for the price yet.

There is a magician and he is sort of demonstrating an aldo cardtrick besides the point that he does not include someone from the audience or use a full deck. The instruction goes on how math is used to complete the trick. However he is always in dialouge with the audience and he seems to slip up a couple of times although I have the feeling that it is intentional. Towards the end he is setting his sofa oin fire and asks someone to come and blow the smoke. I volunteer, but unfortunately I wake up as I am making my way behind the couch.

Notes: Haven't slept well at all over the past couple of nights. This one is no different as I spent probably half of my nine hours worth of sleeping on being eaten by mosquitos (Which inevitably lead me to move sleeping spots and generally being awake trying to fend them off).

Notes:
*When to bed around 7:30 PM. Woke up around 3:30 AM to write this. My sleep habit is mess the fuck up but that may be the reason for the dreams lately.
*I may have a dream fragment before the two dreams but I not really sure. So category wise no fragment. Also the two dreams may be seen as nightmares but to me if I don't wake up scare then it not a nightmare. The two dreams wasn't even about me.

Dream 1:

There was a girl crying in a haunted looking house. She was in front of two seals (that you may see on the show Supernatural to keep demons/ghosts/angels away) which both broke as soon three ghosts appear.

All three ghosts are stereotypical white ladies wearing white torn dresses (more like nightgowns), they start talking to the woman in the old fashion Ebenezer Scrooge kind of way. The first told her how they died then show a god awful creepy face. It was between of becoming a demon and just melting away. She turn back or she stay that way? I wouldn't know...I don't even know what she said. The next told her how to play their game then show a god awful face. I then went to the next dream without waking up.

Dream 2:

Vikings living in a town where the main character is a big giant stereotypical double edge axe wielding viking with a block shape build to his body. A tournament was being held and he was in it. (False memories) Somehow we skip a scene or two in the story was the next thing I know is that he been attacked and blinded. Both of his eyes have white in them but only the right eye had the eye pupil pure white even though the left have more white on the outer edge. He was blind in the right now.

He was walking injure-like to a different part of town (he was more hurt mentally as he was VERY depress) where a giant Alf:



Yes...I said Alf...Was there. This thing have the body like this:



How the hell do I remember that cartoon? Anyway the first image, he was pretty much more or less sitting like that against a building. He was about the size of the short bus. He have brown fur all over him but part of his face, he seem to just have gotten a shave but shave his face leaving hair to give him a mustache. >.> Odd but clever.

Anyway the Viking and the Alf monster seem to be friends and the naive monster asked "what happen? Something seem different about you" or something like that where then he requested the viking to get closer. The viking then make a comment once they were face to face like "Funny how there is more white on my left eye and yet I can't see out of my right."

Very depressing...Then again it sound like a horribly made cartoon story with a bad ending. I guess you would have to live it to know how depressed the viking was. How would you feel losing one of your eyes knowing you will never get it back?

I remembered one dream and then another but as I tried to piece together the 2nd dream I forgot the 1st one.

1st Dream

I was in my Boxing gym and I missed out on ground work (push-ups,sit-ups,squat-thrusts, etc)

So I was doing them but when I went to do star jumps I couldn't move my legs and then I realised I was wearing jeans.

This wasn't my usual boxing gym it was really clean and the walls were white. The people there were chillin watching Horrible Histories on a really wide TV.

I was in a castle. From a lookout post I could see a small army ~70 Digimon. I focused on them and was able to hear their plan of attack, it was like I was right next to them for a minute. I ran up a tower to where 3 wizards were arguing with each other about something. After I warned them a fourth wizard barges through a wooden door with a spellbook and starts uttering incantations to protect us from the incoming attack. I was back at my lookout tower, the digimon 50 meters from the castle walls, fireballs were shooting over the walls scorching the side of the castle towers. I raised my hand and blasted 7-10 of the digimon back with a blue/white light. Their bodies became pixellated and vanished. -end

Fragment: An Indian in a headdress and tribal paintings all over his body was making smoke signals that went up ~40 meters into the sky. The smoke swirled at first, then formed into a line, he did this 4-5 times. The fire sparked wildly more each time. Brown horses galloped towards him and I. There was some grain nearby and I fed some of the horses and patted their heads. I then took the horses to a stable and got them all to enter their pens at the same time. -end


My first DJ entry, more to come! Lucids coming too!

A lot of my thoughts bled into my dreams last night. Unfortunately, none of my thoughts about LUCIDITY bled into my dreams last night. Figures.

Dream One- 5:30am.
I woke up from this one about 2.5 hours after going to sleep. It was more of dream warped illustrated 'thoughts' than anything. The Dream World Academy had been on my mind before bed, and I got several flashes of castles resembling the Disney World Magic Kingdom castle. None of these castles had a background behind them- They were merely just images surrounded by gray. The castles were tall, resembling Disney like I said, with long pillars reaching into the sky. As far as I can tell, there were no moats or any outer front yards, just the white/creamy gray buildings themselves.
Then I got to thinking. I could visibly see categories, as if categories are tangible objects. They were boxed shaped, red, and etched in was my weight. There were other box shaped categories next to it on either side, but my tunnel vision only collected the categories. Inside was food and the amount you can eat to maintain the weight on a running program.
Thennnn.. I woke up. Not exactly a full-blown dream, but images and thoughts.

Dream Two- Alex
This dream begins as a regular day at my house, except for the fact that it is 2pm and Alex is still asleep. I know that my father is having friends over, so I head into Alex's room to wake him up (this mirrors yesterday, when I went into Alex's room at 2 to ask him if he wanted dad to pick up food.). As normal, it is pitch-black in Alex's room, and he wakes up with a twisted, evil smile on his face. I can tell that he is angry not only because I woke him, but because I let him sleep in. From behind me I hear my dad's voice saying that we are ready, and the next thing I know, I'm plopping down on the green couch next to my dad. The living room looks as it always does, with the white coffee table, the teal couches, and the black accents. There are three men, none of them I look closely at, but who are all of medium build and hair of the brownish type. They are arranged as one sitting on the layout couch, one in my dad's normal spot, and the third next to him, all in a row. My dad is sitting a little closer to me but next to the third, and my brother is on the part of the couch that sits against the wall.
We're talking about something when we get to the topic of studying abroad. Apparently, Alex is going on some sort of a trip. Instantly, I think that I wish to go on a trip too. I say "Wouldn't it be a good idea if I went abroad too?"
My dad seems as if he is about to agree, when my brother cracks up laughing and shakes his head. Then my dad shakes his head and goes, "No." As if I couldn't handle being away from home.
They can tell this hurts, and I feel as if I am going to cry. The three of us raise up, and I brush my hair in front of my face and plant a smile on it. The men obviously don't understand what's going on, and they say , "Look at that cute smile!" and make a lot of comments about my smile, which make me want to cry more. They say this as we head across the white carpet, to the open kitchen. I can see from the living room that the light is on, though there is a lot of natural light coming into the house. The three of us walk through the kitchen, which appears normal and I don't study too much, through the dining room where a lot of natural light is flooding in.
Dad seems to stay in the dining room, but Alex and I head upstairs. I pause outside of his doorway and search for words, until finally I say to a closed door of his bedroom- "You know what Alex, what the fuck?"
I know because of the balcony that I can be heard by my dad and his friends, and I wander into my room, thinking as to if I should've used a different word, like hell.

Dream Three
I'm at my old high school, yet it looks much different. I know some of the kids from Degrassi are attending. The first room I wander into is the art room, where Mrs. N is. The room is huge and white. Counter tops with windows line the walls. In the middle of the room are tables, white-gray topped tables for students to do their work. I can see on the counter tops there are odd things here and there, tubes of paint, and there are about four students around the room getting tools or working on their projects.
I leave the room. I believe there is some sort of a back story going on, but I don't remember much of it. I remember going into my senior english class.. But the class is MUCH different. It, too, is larger but much more of a typical class room, with a board and numerous desks, and a teacher's desk at the front of the class between the board and desks. I talk to the teacher, and she tells me that we are going to watch an educational movie. My laptop is suddenly there, and she puts the disk in and it begins to play. The lights dim, but no one, not even her, is into the movie. The lights come on once again, and I realize that I want to see the movie so I say, "I'll just leave the disk in my laptop."
Then, I begin to think that her son and I would make a cute couple. I begin to imagine it, and think that she would like this union because she likes me. Then, I leave.

Dream Four
I'm on a plane ride to a country that doesn't exist. I'm in the back row of the plane, but I don't feel trapped. My seat There isn't a seat in front of me, as if the seats are arranged more narrow as the plane goes. The carpeting, I notice, is a maroon color, with the usual white-gray walls. Sitting next to me is a woman, and next to her, her husband. They look to me as if they are middle eastern. I believe the woman's clothes are of a red color, but she's wearing multiple colors like a wrap or a tunic. I believe the man was wearing white. I don't expect to be talking to them, but the woman begins to talk to me. I don't know what the conversation was about, but I know that it was encouraging.
I don't know what happens next, but I'm outside in what I can only describe as an Aladin dreamscape- Buildings and streets the colors of dust. It is clear that I am in some middle eastern country. The man from the plane is standing next to me, and he says that his wife didn't want to come anymore. We are standing as if we had to come upstairs to a plaza level outside of a sand-dusty building. We head inside, and it's much like a movie theater.
We sit in the back. The seats are much different- long gray benches, with head-high walls separating the benches into rows. This, I can tell, is gray sand dusty.
I realize soon that I don't know the language, and I say this to the man. I know that he knows the language but he won't teach it to me, but I think "Ha, don't need the language to view the images." A cloudy, gray face appears on the screen, and I view from my eyes barely above the wall separating the rows of seats. I think "Man,, if this were a dream, it would be scary.. It's a good thing this isn't." FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

Dream Five- Two and a Half Men
It is clear that I am watching an episode of Two and a Half Men, though this episode contains only Charlie and his mom. Though I am aware that I am watching this unfold, It's really as if I'm watching a dream, I can't see a television screen, just the events unfolding out in front of me like a regular dream. The scene begins in the living room, and I'm paying just as much attention to the living room as I would watching it.. So minimum. But there is a patchwork of the usual colors, and nothing is striking about the scene- The usual ocean/beach view in the background, etc. Charlie is stationed in the middle of the room, wearing a blue and black golf shirt (the stripes ate black), clutching a brown bottle long-neck beer in his hand. He is facing away toward the door, and stretching out on a sofa chair facing the door is Evelyn, in a bright purple Barney-and-friends colored skirt suit. She is saying that Charlie needs to take a bath and that she had just taken a bath herself, and surprisingly, he doesn't appear drunk and doesn't refute this. The scene stays on her, but I can hear "Okay mom, I'll take a bath."
Still sitting, she orders him to 'draw a bath' and says that she will bathe again with him. This is what starts the fight- he turns for the first time and comes over to the couch and says "I'll take a bath, but not with you in it.. That's just.. ewww." He does a mock-shiver.
Suddenly, I'm aware that I'm laying in my mom's room, watching the show with her. I'm merely aware of being there, and briefly I turn my head and say, "Ew, now that's just GROSS. Why does she want to bathe with him!?"
The next moment, I look up at the screen and see the bath tub with water. Again, I don't actually see the television screen, but the events unfolding. There is brown hair floating on top of the water, and an arm swirls it and scoops it out of the tub.
Then I hear my mom say, "I don't know, this is just WEIRD."
I look up at the 'screen' again, and Charlie and Evelyn are in court, arguing the case on if they will take a bath together or not. The court room is small and packed, with four rows of spectators. The judge is at a podium, way closer than usual to face the crowd. I can tell that it is the end of the episode, and I can't shake the thoughts that the episode was strange.

Dream Six- Expanding the Bathroom by Downsizing my Room
I feel as if this dream is much separate from the Two and a Half Men dream, but I'm in a large bathroom, which I recognize as the Two and a Half Men bathroom. Except that it's not, it's completly different. I'm standing inside of it, with white walls of marble. I'm standing near the right corner. Straight ahead of me tucked into the wall is a marble bathtub and an off-white curtain. To the left of the room is a sink and a mirror, and behind me is the toilet. Really, the bathroom is rather large, but my mother is telling me to "Look, look at the bathroom, isn't it small?" Charlie is standing near the bathtub in the same attire as before, with a shrug- He's not paying much attention. I kind of shrug my shoulders and say "I see what you mean", even though I know I'm lying. She says "Wouldn't it be great if we expanded it?" Now, I can't see my mom but I agree.
Then, she says: "Well, you know that will have to expand into your room, right?" I can tell by the way she's saying it that she feels bad, but feels it needs to be done. In my mind, I picture the Hoffman's house, and say "No, it will go into Alexis' room!"
I partially wake up, and think about it, and think "Nope, it will be my room.." As the bathroom is up against my closet.

Dream Six- Apartment Hunting in German Town (to be added later)

Dream fragments from the last week or so...

#1: I was sitting with my roommates in what almost seemed like Muni seats but were in a building. A creepy guy comes and sits near us (common on muni) and we all get tense, wishing he would go away. My roommate L however, goes and sits next to him, whispers something in his ear, and the creeper leaves the area. We are all confused, but happy he is gone. Later in the same dream I was bitten by the pokemon Gastly on my left arm. It hurt a lot but I kept my cool because I didn't want the Gastly to think I was an enemy. There was something involving money I don't remember.

#2: Most of the dream is gone..... (sad because it was awesome!) but we were climbing through vents to save a group of our friends who had been kidnapped.

#3: (The repercussions of watching over 7hrs of x-men cartoons and going directly to sleep. lol.) There were many different vignettes of scenes from x-men (totally fabricated dream scenes) One was Professor X persuading Nightcrawler to come back to the institute and stop hiding in his closet at home by bribing him with pizza. Another Wolverine was jumping of some kind of man made cliff onto helicopters. And the last one was Scott and Jean crashing a helicopter belly up and their seats sliding out of it upside down (with massive complaining as the characters often exhibit).

Pyramids and Statues

I remember that I was traveling through a narrow trench between two very large cliffs.

We arrived to an area with pyramids and statues of gods and goddesses.

In one area, instead of steps to the top of the pyramids, there were statues of gods that you had to walk on and climb to reach the top. I fell at the top, but landed on both feet safely.

Sean the Stalker

I might omit this dream, I haven't decided yet.

I was with a friend in the park. There was something chasing us. It looked like a skeleton man. It was chasing more than just us though. Sometimes the man would disappear for awhile, then come back to haunt us. We watched in horror as it killed another man about a half mile away from us.

The dream skips here.

Her and I are now in my house. We are being stalked by a man named Sean. He was about 5'8-9, around 18-19 years old, and Asian. We know that he is the same guy as before, and we think that he is not from my dream (which should have caused me to become lucid). I have seen him before, but I don't know where.

He has a knife, and he is sadistically waving it around in front of us. My friend and I are hiding in the closet, trying to be quiet so he won't know where we are. The suspense is killing us.

I know that he is in the same room and I know I need to attack him. But attacking him won't do anything. I need to surprise him.

I burst out of the closet and leap into his arms with a giant kiss. He was surprised, alright, and wildly amused.

He told us that he had to leave for awhile, and that he would come back in another dream.

He did.

Rest of the dream is secret!

I hiding from someone. It's an authority figure. I with someone else. She's wearing black. I'm physically attracted to her and I feel like I know her but I don't. I don't recognize her. We're hiding in a room made entirely out of wood. It looks like a cabin. I can hear the authority figure coming closer. We kiss and I wake up.

I'm running from something. Someone. I don't know. It's a field at first. A couple buildings on the edge. Suddenly the area quickly transitions to something along the lines of ancient Rome. Everything has a slight sepia tint to it as if it's not perfectly 'clean.' I run up a building and I find myself facing away from me, looking out a balcony over the ancient city. He turns around and its not me. I know his name is Rangle. I don't know why. I remember a spear being thrown. I don't remember who threw it or who it hit, but I woke up.

5:30 AM



Previous Home
Found myself out on the curb talking to my old best friend, Danx, and a few other DCs. It was dark and mildly warm outside. It was something of a chance meeting so the conversation dove directly into the "so what'cha bin' up to?" mode. Come to find out, Danx had bin living right around a couple corners on the road where I used to live. Oddly enough, we spent some time debating on where exactly this house was. We talked about what road it was on, where on the road was, how Long ago it was that I had lived there, and what it looked like. I remember saying that I had lived there about six months ago, however in reality It has bin over a year. Not sure what name of the road was in the dream but I think it was the correct name. The other odd thing was the features of the house. In the dream world there was a dome and such that don't exist in the real world. When all was said and done, we both agreed that he was living in my old house.

Lucid at the Airport (used to work at this airport in the rectangular building)
It was a bright, warm summer day just off the end of the runway at the tiny local airport. The was a Large rectangular building further away across a mostly abandoned and gravel cluttered parking lot. On the opposite side of me separating me from the airport was a tall chain-link fence. A familiar set of hills stood just behind the airport with their green oaks, dry brush and golden leaf and grass build up.

I had just walked out of the rectangular building and toward the fence accompanied by my Grandma. She was looking remarkably well and was bright and wise as ever. I don't remember much of the conversation but I remember that I was talking about all of my cares and worries. My Grandma looked at me as she handed me some keys and said "Oh you'll do a good job." (Note: The keys were for a small plane just like my Uncle John might fly and somehow I knew how to fly one in my dream. )

I headed toward the end of the fence in order to get to the airport and my Grandma headed back toward the rectangular building. "She was always so awesome" I thought as the realization that my Grandma had recently passed away and thus I must be dreaming. I remained calm this time and quickly checked my blurry left hand. The dream was fading fast and I felt myself tipping back and rotating sideways. I tried to stabilize by rubbing my hands together but they felt far apart and so I compromised by rubbing my thighs. I woke up anyway. Second lucid experience.

Dream; Semi-Lucid; Lucid; Memorable; 1-4 My Recollection;
1; Pools and a waterfall. 3; Hanging out with Ginny and Aaron on bus.
Nap
2; Affect, cannon.

Can't remember a single thing. Guess I'm going through another dry spell. :/