non-lucid

Alright so this dream (where I remember it) started in this tower that was sort of like a hospital. It looked like it was in construction and had open walls but then it changed in further in the dream. This tower also had a DH trail on it and I wanted to ride it but the lady that brought us here said we couldn't until we walked down to the bottom of the tower (wtf?). So anyways, this tower had zombie in it and other creepy shit, thus why I categorized it as a nightmare. So in this dream this tower was like a video game but it was also real life at the same time so it was weird. So we started our jounrey down, I was following a guy with a white T-shirt and black short hair. When we started going I turned on the mute button my TV remote (Sorry this is hard to explain) so anyways we started going. What we did was we went up to these hallways that branched off and had rooms on either side. There was one room that actually had a zombie in it and the others were fake. I was still terrifed, I am deathly afraid of zombies. So we got into the first room and it was a bedroom with posters all around and a bed in the middle of it and the zombie was at the foot of the bed, the guy shot and killed him. So for a while this dream became a blur and was pretty much just me being terrified out of my mind. So then we came up to another hallway and I decided to open the first door on the left and when I opened it there was just more doors but I was so freaked out and I shot inside it. Then we came down to the bottom and that's all I can remember

Went to bed 1:OO
Goals: Eat something and teleport
No mems first WBTB
7:51 I rem watching a soccer game. David was playing against a team of four people. On the other team i only rem this guy who went to elementary and middle school with me but he doesnt look younger in the dream. Im on the sideline talking here and there with pablo. I rem that th team with four is scoring quite a few goals and the whole time dav seems pissed off.

I rem one play where the ball rolls to me and i pass it back into the game to dav, he turns and trys to take a shot from the other side of the field but it goes to the guy in the white shirt who kind of falls sliding to stop for the ball. He takes it down line and tries to volley it in over dav but it got blocked somehow. Cant rem anything else specifically.

*Not sure if this is seperate or from earlier in the previous flash. Im sitting somewhere and i think there are alot of people from the old soccer team but i just rem victor, he walks up to me and im sitting and he actually seems pretty cool, like hes not being a dick. When i greet him i call him by a different name but cant rem what. He corrects me saying his name is victor, and then i say something like i know what your name is .... I say something else that makes him laugh but cant rem what it was.

Went to bed again at 9
9:47 Im at davs house and my sister is there too, i feel like earlier in the dream i convinced my sister to go along with me. I dont rem much of inside his house but we go outside, i rem walking through these strips of plastic hanging from the roof by the door, instead of curtains. I kind of dragged a few of them outside with me/ Then the dream shifts and i am hanging out with matthew although in the same backyard, it looks more like matthews though.

We walk out and i notice there are two picnic tables. I say hey what happened to your pool and he kind of looks at me funny. I say didnt you used to have a pool there and i dont know if he answers. We climb onto a small wooden playground that is now in the middle of the yard. After asking about the pool i bring up other memories from back in the day. I think we are talking about his name and i say i rem when your parents and sisters would call you mateo. I dont rem what he says but then i start trying to pronounce it better, i rem giving it a few tries and asking if i said it correctly but i rem he just kind of smirked and said no.

DJ Log: June 26, 2011 – 9:15AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am walking with a couple of friends through a huge, multilevel shopping mall, looking for May's Surplus, a military surplus store. The mall has large spiral staircases throughout the main area, as well as elevators. The center of the common area is open so you can see the floors above and below. The mall is laid out with a main hub area and several wings that branch off from the corners of the hub.

We stop and look at the mall directory and map for a bit. This is no help at all, as the store names don't match what's really there, as well as the shape of the floor layout is wrong. I find May's on the map, but it says it's right behind us. When we turn around, there's a Harbor Freight and a Taco Bell there. One of my friends suggests that we may be on the wrong floor, so we walk toward the nearest elevator.

We step into a large elevator and look at the control panel. The buttons are not very helpful, as the numbers and letters appear to be in Chinese. We look at each other puzzled for a moment, then decide to take “pot luck” and press a button. The door closes and the elevator feels like it's moving quickly. After a brief moment, the elevator stops and we almost fall against the wall from the inertia. The doors open and we are on the same floor, right in front of Taco Bell. Disgusted, I press a couple more buttons, and the elevator starts moving again without closing the doors. We can see several floors go by, and I spot the May's Surplus store as we're moving. I frantically hit a bunch of buttons, but the elevator just speeds up. It finally stops what seems like 5-6 floors away from where we want to be. Deciding that we're getting nowhere, I suggest that we take the stairs.

We walk up a large spiral staircase which leads us out through the roof and up about 3 stories into the sky. There is an exit door at the top of the stairs which leads nowhere. My friends turn around and walk back down the stairs, but I decide to go out the door and climb down the exterior of the stairwell. The stairs and framework are built from steel tubing and beams, so I can see my friends walking down the stairs as I climb down the exterior of the structure. When we get to the bottom and find ourselves standing in the parking lot. I look at my friends with a confused expression for a moment, then walk back into the mall.

When we re-enter the mall, we immediately find the May's entrance. Right at the entrance, there is a display case full of grenades and smoke bombs. On the other side are pallets of banged up ammo cans on sale for $2 each. The nicer ones are $5 each and there are really big ones for $15. We walk in a little further and see display racks full of camouflage wear. This front part of the store is small, but there is an entryway at the back that leads into the larger part of the store.

There is a security checkpoint at a entryway leading to the rest of the store where we go through a TSA-like security screening .While being screened, the security officer asked me to lift my shirt to show the belt line. I lifted my shirt and they told me to turn around and walk over to a table. When I get to the table, the officer told me to turn around and he patted me down, starting at the cuffs of my pants. When he got to my butt, he spent a little extra time patting down that region. He stops and calls another officer over to check me. The second officer comes over and pats my butt for a bit, then says to the other officer, “This one should be checked thoroughly.” Before I know it, there are 4 security officers standing around me, staring at my butt. I turn around and say, “Did you find anything you like?” I give a naughty smile, then turn and walk away.

I catch up to my friends and we continue walking. The entrance that led into the rest of the store actually leads back into the mall again. However, this wing of the mall is in Canada, as there are ICE checkpoints all over the place. We walk down the wing for a bit, then find a store that doesn't have a regular open or glass storefront. Instead, it has a single steel door with a sign above it. The sign is in a foreign language, so I'm not sure what it is. I open the door and wake up.

I was in a restaurant and recognized characters in white or yellowish hoodies. They were going to kill
me and someone that I was with. I tried to get my friends attention to warn them. I don't think I was
able to warn them, but I got up and left the room before the evil people could kill me.

I was in a building that had lots of rooms because I kept running through different rooms to get away.
On two occasions, two small men would come through an open doorway to get me. Instead of running away,
I ran after them. They weren't expecting that and they ended up running away. Then a single guy came
through an open doorway. I ran after him and surprised, he ran away too.

Then I was at my dad's old house. I had a '65 limmo/charger in the garage. I was with 3 women in some
kind of costumes. One was a '50s waitress or something. Then there was one that I really liked, but I don't
remember what she was wearing. I think she was in black. Then there was another lady that I don't remember
anything about.

I commented on how odd it was that I was with three women.

My dad lived on a corner, so as we walked up one street, we had to pass the other street that ran along my
dad's house. I told the ladies I would come back for them. I went up to my dad's house trying not to be
noticed by the bad guys. I made it up to the garage where I saw my dad. My dad used to be
a trigger to lucid dreaming, but not so much lately.

My dad was showing me cap guns I could use to scare the bad guys. Then the guns he was offering became shrapnel guns.
The idea was like a .22 where there was a small projectile, but still a low caliber weapon. I thought it would be weak compared
to what the bad guys had.

My dad started showing me knives then. I thought that was worse than the guns. Then, when I decided I should at least get a
couple shrapnel guns, I found the knives more accessible. I loaded up on throwing knives.

I went over to the car in the garage. I uncovered it and got in. I was hoping it would start because it looked as though it had been
parked for some time. Before I got a chance to drive it and pick up the girls I was supposed to pick up, I dream-skipped.

I was in a house where the bad guys were still after me. I was looking out windows waiting for them. I had a shotgun. I was going to
be ready to blow them away. I decided that they would likely shoot a machine gun through the windows before they even got to my
place, so I found a window that they would hit last. I positioned myself so I could blow them away.

I remember cocking my shotgun. There was a handle on the shotgun slide I had to pull back and push back forward.

That was the end of the dream, but I had a hard time getting my shotgun ready, and I remember feeling great that I was ready. I
also remember taking a practice shot, but it may have been a mental practice shot.

Sunday, June 26th

I. Boston

A much more vivid and lengthy dream memory than I’ve had the past few nights. I have the sensation of being in the dream for more than an entire day. I am travelling to Boston, the city I grew up nearest to and visited often, with a group that I believe is a mix of people that exist and people my dream invented. While there, the purpose for me being there changes several times, as does the climate.

My memory starts as the van we are in pulls into a parking deck. I have the sensation of having been on that van for a very long time, possibly all the way from North Carolina where I now live. As we get out I see my old friend E.R, and my mind justifies my being here now as a visit to see him. We talk briefly but he does not appear again.

We are soon sitting in a public place, and somebody tells me that there has recently been a terrorist attack on Boston in the past few days and they blew up the clock tower (I can’t think now of what clock tower he may have been referring to.) Somebody expresses a hope that Fenway Park was not affected as well. I’m confused and slightly offended by that. We are then told that we are no more than one mile away from Fenway by none other than Mr. W, one of my high school math teachers. This excites one of the girls with us who is wearing a green Sox shirt. We talk briefly about the park, and I tell her how even if you don’t enjoy baseball that much (I don’t) it’s still a beautiful building to visit and still an experience worth having. (This is mimicking a conversation I have had in physical reality somewhat recently.)

Soon I am exploring with another person in the group, a male, but I cannot remember who it may have been. I have recently seen a clock that says that it’s about 2:30 in the afternoon. We are both for some reason on scooters and I am riding mine down a flight of stairs. The way that it glides effortlessly down the stairs strikes me as somewhat odd, but before I can think about it I realize I am cutting somebody off. I apologize and my dream memory skips again.

From here on out this dream is a bit hard to explain.

We are suddenly in a semi large crowd that are all gathered in front of a few windows. They are all bustling angrily around (This is mimicking the same physical conversation.) Suddenly there are water balloons being thrown into the crowd and I then find myself behind the window helping with the throwing. (I throw one that I think hits a small girl in the head…) Then I am back to where I was standing right before that, and I think it is C.I exclaiming urgently that we have to be back because it is past 3 A.M. (I now think that I'm here to play my past summer gig, which this week ended prematurely.) I remember this seeming odd to me too, and I wonder how that much time could have possibly gone by (I guess I did not wonder enough though.) This confusion is compounded when I see the same clock that still reads the same time, however that confusion remains confusion.

I think it is now the next day and it is the dead of winter. A group of us are trekking through the snow to somebody’s store, where I believe I stay for much of the day. When we get there I notice how cold my computer has gotten (that’s the one thing I remember having with me though I had been carrying much on my back.) I now can’t really recall anything that happens here except for when I decide to leave. I am completely alone in the store, everyone else has gone and I am expected to catch up with them. I am walking around looking for what I need to pack and preparing myself for being out in the bitter cold. I remember having the thought about how to protect the computer again. Then I hear whoever owns the store about to come back inside and I am suddenly outside the building watching this happen through the wall. (?) I have an idea that I should put on my giant chicken head mask to mess with him, in fact I have a vision of myself telling somebody else about having already done it (?) however I wake from this dream pretty soon after this.

*Since I started typing this dream I have noticed that I got a message from E.R during the night, who I do not hear from that often, AND another friend of mine sent me a video of the Prudential Center tower in Boston being hit by lightning earlier this month. Not quite premonitions, at all, but the synchronicity of it gives me a nice warm feeling.*

2:30 AM
10:30 AM

High as balls on cannabis, had a few beers as well

My trip in wildwood is about to end. Everyone is packing up their leftovers in the basement of their house. The group comprised of Angela and her friends are packing up a bag full of yummy drinks. They have organic rooibos iced tea in the shape of Arizona iced tea cans, almost a full pack of this obscure brand name distilled purified water (which had a nozzle that you could suck the water out of and was a pint sized bottle) and these bangin white iced tea flavored drinks. I take a purified water drink and it tastes so cold and so refreshing. Angela and her friend see me doing this and ask me, "What are you doing?" I think that they were leaving the bag of drinks here since the bus is already loading and almost ready to go. (I realize later that I was driving home in my waking state) Angela and her friends leave to go to the bus and I take a white iced tea and have a sip. The basement is empty. The only people left are me and a strange woman who I think is the Landlord but she seemed supernatural. I feel possessed by something. Not a demon, but something friendly. All of a sudden my eyes turn red, and my field of vision goes out and turns red as well, and I feel like something is inside of me. (I don't remember what it said but it was telling me be who I always wanted to be or something along the lines of that. I was having a small conversation with it on that subject.) It was definitely female. Every time it wanted to communicate with me my eyes and my field of vision turned red.

The scene transitioned from what happened above to me either talking to a dragonfly about an experience that she had or me being the female dragonfly (I'm a guy in real life) telling someone else a story about an experience I had.

This is a first person perspective as told from the dragonfly since thats how it occurred in my dream
So I was flying, and this thing comes and attacks me and I die. (Then I saw a scene of it flying and it losing all of its hearts like in zelda. Then it turns into a skeleton.) I come back to life, and I'm flying again. Another thing comes and attacks me. I die again. I come back to life and continue flying.

Cant remember anymore

Dream - Lucid

I was in a night club, one that I frequent in waking life. It looked a little different, but I knew it was the same place. I was there with some friends, one being someone I just met. He was a little yellow-ish bird name Twitter. He could talk. His voice sounded like a little boy's. We were very good friends.

I then remember seeing a stack of notes on white paper. They were written in purple ink, and told how, when, and where people were going to die. Many people's notes said they'd die the next day. Mine was in there, but I didn't want to see it. My brother found it and showed it to me, however. I ended up reading it. I don't remember what it said, but it was a very obscure way to die. I can't remember the date of death at all, though. I didn't really believe it, I was very indenial.

I then remember looking for Twitter. I really felt a longing to find him and spend time with him. I also remember making a video for a contest saying how Twitter would die. It was a strange video. I had taken the beginning of another video, then made the rest of it myself. I remember there being computers and a tall building in the video. My brother informed me that I had won the contest. I saw it as the homepage for the website that was hosting the contest.

I was in a void, I heard a voice and thought it was mydead uncle Keith. I tried to speak to him, but I don't remember an answer. Then I was facing a big tooth diagram. I was instructing people somehow on how drawing speacial marks on your teeth will allow them to speak to the dead. I made marks on the teeth. I drew on the edge of a moller and said that most people drew lines that way. I then drew a big X through the center of a big muller and told everyone that a few people can even talk to the dead with marks through the center, it was a rarity. The dream ended.

Interpretation:
I think i had this dream because tomorrow and after tomorrow i will have 2 exams that are very important to my future. But this dream was a kind of boring.

I can´t tell you all about my dream because i can´t remember all of my dream.
All i remember is that i was on school to do an exam and all classrooms were full, so i had to do my exam on the secretary of the employee with another classmate

This is my first dream since i started my journey to a lucid dream.

I was at school sitting at a table at lunch with some friends. I somewhat felt the need to try and sleep, I assume that I was tired. The girl from a lot of my other dreams hit my head and walked off, a friend of mine asked "what was that about?" to which I answered "I honestly don't know." Then I woke up.

It was a boring and disapointing dream.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I sat in a restaurant, kind of like a huge "bar & grille" style restaurant. I sat at a booth table with a dark wood backing. There was a thin column that ran on the aisle side of the booth, to the left. To my right was a dark wood wall.

A Japanese business man sat to my left, and another Japanese business man sat across the table from me. Both the men were asleep, with their heads laid down in their arms on the table. A woman stood near us. She may also have been Japanese. She was either a business woman or a waitress.

The Chiaki Naomi song "Yoru he sogu" started playing. I could barely hear it -- it was like it was playing in another room of this huge restaurant, and barely audible from my position. I strained to hear it. I was really excited that such a cool but obscure song was playing in a restaurant like this.

I may or may not have tried to wake the men up so they could hear this song. But now the men started waking up slowly.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Uneventful night, did have an annoying fight.

23.30: Sleep

09.00: Fight
I'm in a fight with a huge guy. He's got a huge mace in his hands. I run away from him, desperately looking for a weapon. I spot an axe similar to his hammer and I grab it. Damn it's heavy. I charge the man who starts swinging his hammer around him. I make sure he doesn't hit me, but I can barely lift my axe. I slip the axehead out of the shaft and hit him in the face with the stick. He laughs at me but I keep on hitting him. I spot a chain lying around and I grab it. I whack him in the head as much as I can with the chain and the stick but it doesn't seem to do any good.

I stumble upon another weapon, some kind of steel rod with hooks coming out from it. I shove it in his face and this time something happens. The guy stumbles backwards and I shove the hooks up his nose, down his throat, into his eyes. The hooks are dull and there's no blood. I keep on stabbing him as he falls down. Soon his entire face has swollen up and has a red and green colour. He's not hurt too bad, but I feel like it's enough. I drop the weapon and people around me cheer.

09.00: Dream class
I'm in a classroom full of people. The class I'm taking is a real life dreaming class. The teacher is my maths teacher. She appears to have been crying and tells us about her husband and something else. "Would it be possible for me to do a study? I'd like for people to try something out, since I'm a Dream Guide on the internet" I say. She tells me she'll think about it.

*I'm walking down a road. When I suddenly get lucid. I look at my hands. And the dream goes away in an instant. I'm left in darkness.

11.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Kinda boring weekend night, but not every night can be good. I wish that lucid didn't go away so fast...

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I have a few dream fragments from my dream last night. I remember it having to do with some space crafts, and me and some friends went to some strange planet, and 4 of my female friends somehow became impregnated by a beam that hit them. I seemed confused about it and was disappointed that they had sex. I really don't know what I was thinking, crazy dream.

(Will add later)

Saturday, June 25th

I. Sarcastic Mother

My memory of this dream starts with a family gathering at the house in which I grew up. This seems completely normal to me although I have not lived there in some time. I begin to get suspicious of my surroundings, however, when my mother says something to me that is uncharacteristically sarcastic, something along the lines of “Oh, you’re HILARIOUS!” I walk upstairs into my bedroom and I do a reality check, and the one that has always worked for me fails this time. I look at my hands and they look completely fine. Unfortunately I do not engage my surroundings any more, so I now know what to work on with genuinely questioning reality during the day.

Next thing I know I believe I am in a different house and I find out that my A.D, my 19 year old ex-girlfriend is engaged to the 55 year old CEO that she is currently living with (The relationship is a physical reality, the engagement to the best of my knowledge is not, yet. This is something that’s kind of been messing with my head lately.) This distresses me in the dream enough that I no longer think about questioning the reality around me…

So when I am suddenly in a car on my college campus near the Arts building with H.M and C.G telling them about what I have just written down (and I'm now remembering that H.M's head was shaved) it does not strike me at all as out of the ordinary. The dream, or at least my memory of it, ends just about here.

II. The Couch

The premise of this dream is based on another physical reality situation. The gig I just got done with was withholding 20 percent of our pay as a security deposit for the house that the band was staying in. The couch I slept on the first few nights made me sick, so for a short while we were contemplating how to remove the couch from the house and keep it outside without getting it so messed up as to lose the deposit.

In the dream, however, I am walking deep in some swampy woods with S.B trying to find a place for this couch – it’s a different couch from the one in the house though. S.B is dragging it deeper and deeper into the woods and I am going along with him while saying (apparently a bit too passively) “I really don’t think we should keep it out here, there’s got to be a better place for it.” This goes on for quite awhile until I say it more urgently. Sean finally stops and turns to me saying “Are you serious?” I get angry. “YES! I’ve been serious this whole time!”

Suddenly Jim Lahey from the show Trailer Park Boys drives up in a cop car. He jumps out and storms toward me, demanding to know who gave me the money for the police uniform. I look down and I am suddenly indeed wearing a police uniform. This shocks me awake quickly. I think this is reflective of how sometimes, with very irresponsible behavior happening all the time around me, simple requests often make me feel like a hard-ass for the “rules.”