non-lucid

I don't know why every other night I have a dream about high school(usually don't record here) even though I've been graduated for half a month now..

It was the start of second semester of my senior year and I just found out that photography class was not over yet(I had taken it first semester in real life and had to do a bunch of projects for it and was glad for it to be over with) and that we had to do four more photo projects for it where we put together certain photos based on a subject. The room was downstairs by where I took senior health. I had already planned out what my first project was going to be. Since I had taken Geology(I took it second semester in real life so it doesn't really make sense) I was going to take some pictures of all the speres, geo, atmo, hydro, & bio, and put them together on a poster. After thinking about it for some time I realized it didn't seem too bad. But then when all the students and teacher sat down at the one huge long table in the classroom, the teacher told us that it had to be done using a specific online program and all my plans were ruined. Then we had to go around the room and say one unique thing about ourselves. I was going to tell everyone that I was colorblind but figured that everyone already knew that since I always say that when we have to do things like this, so when it came to my turn, I told everyone that ever since I was little I loved to do back and front flips on my trampoline. Shortly after that I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom then left. Even though there were bathrooms like right outside the door, I just kept walking down the hallway towards the stairs in the middle of the room like I was going to go to my locker or something. I realized that I wouldn't have enough time to do that and the teacher might wonder where I am, so I just kept going but hurried up the stairs. I had a cast on my foot, from who knows what, and when I got upstairs I walked back towards the art room(pretty much going back to the photo room from up stairs) and started running. There were many kids in the hallway, some with rollerblades! I always thought in real life how fun it would be to rollerblade down the hallway, so I tried rollerblading motion with my cast and my good foot, and it actually worked pretty well! I got to the end of the hallway and there was a complex series of stairs going down. I was so confused, all I wanted to do was go downstairs and return to the room, but I couldn't figure it out. Next thing I know, my friends, Britt and Niki and other kids, I think, were with me and the stairs turned into a scene from the computer game Marble Blast Gold. I was sort of slipping really fast down the stairs, jumping from platform to platform, as britt followed. They kept shouting "you're going to mess up!" but I made it to almost the end of the stairs then fell off when I couldn't make a really hard jump. Everyone else failed there too though. The scene turned back to the school again and I had made it the downstairs finally. I thought about how late I would be if I returned to my class. I don't think I ever made it back anyway..

22.06.2011

I. Am. SPIDERMAN. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Goodness, I've been a man a lot in the dream's I've had lately, haven't I? This is also a pretty short entry since I don't remember much from the dream. I was still wearing my nicotine patch at the time.

The team from That Guy With The Glasses was in this dream. I recognized that I didn't know the Nostalgia Critic but for some reason, I was friends with The Spoony One, Paw Dugan and LordKat. Odd. Anyway, I also remember hopping onto the That Guy With The Glasses website and leaving a comment on one of the pages. I can't remember the details, though. After that there was a lot of travelling in a swamp with a lot of small islands. We were all in a roller-coaster that was following the bumps and dips of the hills. This part is hazy but after a pretty big chunk of missing dream, I was Spiderman and I was arguing with Mary Jane. We had a child.

After that, I don't remember anything.

Went to bed 11:30
Goals: Eat something, teleport
4:52 I rem chris and rachelles friends coming over for a bbq, I rem when they leave we are talking about it, we say something about them getting on facebook and them being in the car talking about how well the trip went.

*I rem being outside some strange big house and its some kind of social event. Me and llissa are watching my bro lean against a pillar and he has a beer. In the dream we know that he is drinking a whole lot and are worried he may have too much and even be violent. I rem later in the dream sitting in what looks like my room and he comes in and sits down. He starts talking to me about something but doesnt seem too drunk at all, in the dream i am much less worried about him at this point.

6 Rme talking to my brother

*Rem pooring dog food into my dogs food bowl out of the bag.

Couldnt get back to sleep so got up for a few hours...
9:28 In a classroom with my logic teacher. At first we are all joking around and im standing by the door as people come in. There are two people, one standing by the door and the other sitting in the nearest desk. I pretend to kick the standing one and then do a double kick from the sitting person to the standing person. This time the standing person looks like ethan and he grabs my foot and pushes me onto a desk. He looks like hes gonna start punching me but i know in the dream its all for fun so i start putting my arms up and acting like im trying to fight him off. Everyone in the class starts laughing.

Class starts and we are talking about our stories despite it being my logic teacher. Someone asks him a question and he says that he thinks that story would be a real flop. I commented that if i had used a specific character; that in the dream i was joking about, my story would have been a flop as well and the teacher agreed. Then for some reason he reveals to us that he has some kind of sickness. I cant rem what but when he was talking about it his face got really red.

BTW throughout the dream i was sitting in a desk right next to the teacher. He then talks about how he has lived the last twelve years here and that people have advised him to move somewhere new, perhaps it would help with his depression about the illness or something. He keeps mentioning twelve years, i rem at one point looking at his teeth while he is talking, the way they looked gave me a strange feeling in the dream. Dont rem past this

11:OO I rem watching like a movie, sarumon from lotr watching over a modern city with security cameras placed all over. He zooms in on a fight between a uruk hai and an orc. The orc has the uruk hai in a choke hold or something, i think saruman blasts the orc with the camera but am not sure.

I vaguely rem walking through the woods with a bunch of random people and someone who is supposed to be friends with chris. I rem we were talking about lucid dreaming. I know the convo was longer than this but all i rem is chris' friend asking who had the worst lucid dream, and i said he did jokingly.

Dream - Lucid

I remember something about an ex, Brett, recalling us going on some trip. He said we stopped at some old boat. I remember us exploring the boat. It was kind of like the Titanic. He seemed annoyed that we had stopped. I had "remembered" that while we were there, we had sex.

Then, I remember being in my kitchen. I saw a bag of those Butterfinger Snackers. I picked one out of the bag and put it in my mouth. I didn't know why I did that, because I don't like peanuts or peanut butter. But I ate it anyway. As I chewed it, I noticed it didn't really taste too much like peanut butter. I chewed it 50 or so times before I swallowed it.

At some point during my dreams last night, I realized I was dreaming, but quickly forgot.

My recall=horrible. Hopefully after a vacation I can get it back up to par. -_-

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was looking through some kind of magazine like the New Yorker, although a lot of the formatting for the magazine seemed like it was for a popular men's magazine like Maxim.

There were three articles by Joyce Carol Oates in this magazine. I wanted to write Oates a letter to tell her how much I'd appreciated her articles. But I realized that I hadn't actually read the articles, and that I'd look like just some kind of "autograph hunter" if I wrote the letter, expecting a response, without having read the articles.

So I flipped through the magazine to find the articles. I found one of the articles, which seemed like a two-pager, on the front and back side of one sheet of paper. The article was all in some kind of grey text box. I figured this article would be the easiest to read, since it was so short. But even it seemed too long.

I got a little confused as to whether the article was one pages or two pages. I then came to the conclusion that the article was written on both sides of the page, but that the second page was partly taken up by an advertisement. So the whole article was less than two pages long.

The article, I could probably tell, was about Oates and her "new husband" taking their honeymoon in Italy. But the place they'd rented for their honeymoon seemed to me more like a place they'd just bought or rented for the long term.

The first paragraph mentioned something about how the apartment was just perfect "for allowing us to tatertater (an expression which means very much the same thing for us adults as it did when we were children)."

I couldn't figure out what tatertater meant. I just figured it had something to do with making tater tots "out of the can" (?).

So Oates was apparently pleased at first glance with the place. But she said that there ended up being a lot of faults. Mostly the place hadn't been very well cleaned after the previous occupants left. There were plenty of signs of their still having lived here.

One was that, "For close-drivers, a guard rail had been put right up against the edge." I couldn't quite figure out what close drivers would be doing in a house, or what kind of edge Oates was talking about.

But there was a picture, a kind of half-impressionist oil or pastel painting of the place. I looked at it and saw that there was some kind of babmboo fencing, still green, fastened all around the breakfast bar.

I realized that the "close-drivers" were people who pushed their babies in strollers everywhere and had the habit of bashing into everything with the strollers. The bamboo fencing was put up to protect the wood of the breakfast bar. The apartment seemed to be a living room with the kitchen inside of it. The breakfast bar and the kitchen counter seemed to be the biggest parts of this room of the apartment.

I was kind of worried. I didn't think I'd be able to get through this article. There was so much new language in it, so much current speech that I couldn't follow. I also felt bad because Oates, a few decades my senior, knew all this current vernacular, while I had no idea what it meant.

I continued reading the article and looking at the painting. Oates complaints were then that there were empty food cans strewn all over the place, as well as newspapers. I looked at the drawing again. There were newspapers and cans strewn on both the kitchen counters and the floor.

I thought, Did the landlords here bother to clean this place up at all when the last people left?

Well, last night was certainly interesting. I had one lucid dream, (that dragged on and may have been followed by a second dream with moments of lucidity -- I'm not sure if there was a split or the two were the same dream). I had another dream which was not lucid, but had a strong emotional impact on me, one of the stronger ones I've felt in what dreams I can think of.


#1004:
Date: June 20th, 2011
Length: 8 minutes

I was downstairs in my house. It was dark, very early morning (say, 2 AM or so). I was near the kitchen, and my mom was also there, though I don't recall what she was doing really. After a few moments of idling about, I recognized one of my strong dream signs -- darkness. This caused me to do the ever-reliable nose plugging reality check: as usual, I was able to breathe through my nose even though it was plugged.

It took me a few moments to realize that I could actually breathe and that it meant I must be dreaming, but I became lucid. I had intended the day before to have dream sex, so I won't go into the details, but needless to say it happened: I don't quite remember how I got to the place where I found the person I was looking for, something with a phonecall.

After the sex I did not wake up, but instead went along with another woman to some strange room which slowly morphed into a movie theater. Before entering, she shot out a camera on the ceiling with a gun.

(Lucidity around this point was tenuous, kind of came and went as far as I recall, so I'm switching colors) A bunch of people walked into the room, apparently to see the movie. The woman I was with suddenly turned hostile, and tried to stab me with a bizarre syringe that contained a sort of liquefied or powdered metal alloy. I pushed her away, and left the theater.

Here the dream, and my recall, becomes blurry. I think everything went black, but eventually I found myself outside in a dark, snowy place. I think I was lucid at this point, and I tried to stabilize the dream. Eventually a sort of city formed around me. I remember trying to experience the whole environment, focusing on things like trees and the snow to really make the dream as vivid as possible. Soon people were gathering around me, and my brother was also there. I think a sort of plaza with a statue was created around me, or at least I ended up there. I unfortunately don't recall much more than that, I think I woke up around that point.


#1005:
Date: June 20th, 2011
Length: 6 minutes

I was at a party which was basically a meeting of a lot of old friends of mine. At the beginning of the dream I was sitting on some kind of bench, looking in the distance as most of my old friends were getting food at a barbeque and caught up. I was, for some reason or another, anxious to actually go see them and say hello after a long time of not having seen them.

Finally everyone sort of dispersed, and I went to the barbeque to get a hot dog. There was a girl there, and at first I thought she was someone I vaguely knew as a freshman in high school. Looking fairly neutral at first, she offered me a hot dog, and I took it. After a few moments, though, I sat down and we began an intense conversation. I was apprehensive and unsure of myself, while she seemed fairly upset, at least at first.

She told me that she had only two questions for me. The first was why I had never really reached out to her after we went our separate ways. She was obviously hurt and a little angry about this. Trying to be compassionate but also puzzled by how she was acting, I explained to her that I didn't feel like I ever really knew her that well, and so I didn't feel the need to continue talking when we weren't in the same school anymore. She seemed really surprised by my response, and I suddenly realized that she was not the person I thought she was (I think her appearance in fact changed between the two people as the dream went on).

She was not some vague acquaintance from high school, but a good friend from before that. I felt terrible, apologized and explained that I had confused her for someone else. I then tried to explain, and figure out for myself, why I hadn't tried to get back into contact with her. The conversation continued like this for quite a while, and over time we seemed to rekindle that old friendship and I started feeling true compassion for her, and regretted not having talked with her for this long. On her side, she seemed less angry than before, and more understanding.

Finally, with most bridges mended, she reached her second question: something along the lines of "Would you consider going out with me?" This sort of blew me out of the water. It was unexpected and surprising, especially with how the conversation had started and how we didn't "really" know each other anymore. But I realized we were actually quite similar, she attracted me, and I felt a connection with her. At the same time, this was all really sudden, and feelings aside, did we really know each other anymore?

She sensed my hesitation, but I didn't want her to think I was rejecting her, because I didn't want to. I think I said something along the lines of: "Well, I would definitely not say 'no.'" This was my way of saying that I definitely felt something between us, but was sort of confused at the whole situation and how quickly it all happened. She seemed pretty satisfied with the response, and we continued talking until it was clear we would at least give a shot at some sort of relationship. I took her hand and my mind raced as I thought of what was happening, and how she somehow seemed to be the perfect fit for me. It seemed too good to be true, but I was firmly decided on at least giving it a shot. Despite my few doubts, I felt an overall sense of immense peace and hopefulness.


What it all means I suppose is for me to decide: I think I will remember this dream for a long time though. It is really sort of a plain/mundane dream in content or plot and may seem kind of cheesy on the surface, but I felt so many strong, genuine and varied emotions throughout it. Truly amazing what the dreaming mind can do.

Roight, so my first night of attempted dream recall. After attempting to WILD as per KingYoshi's guide, and failing abysmally, i decided to go to sleep. What I remember of this dream (it may even have been multiple seperate dreams) is fractured at best, but here it is.

I wake up to find everything more or less as normal, wander around for a bit, and went to check on the dog, who was in my father's bedroom (he had already gone to work). I find the dog asleep, and suddenly the phone begins ringing. I ignored it, and looked at the computer screen, which seemed to show a CCTV cam of a beach. I seemed to know it was in my home town, despite the fact that it doesn't look remotely familiar. I walk out the door and find myself on the same beach, with no memory of how i got there.
I look around. The beach is wide, and curves round sharply, so there is sea in 3 directions around me. about 10 or 15 metres out, there is a very large crane-like structure protruding from the water- it put me in mind of some kind of giant oil-rig. I climbed the ladder, expecting to see someone at the top. When i get up there my mobile phone rings. I answer it, and speak to my father, who asks me what i'm doing up there. He tells me he is at work, and then hangs up.
I go down the ladder again, and see a group of 3 or 4 killer whales in the distance, one of which comes very close to the shore. Up close, i see it's completely black, and looks more like a cross between a killer and sperm-whale. it then drifts onto the beach, and starts sliding along the ground like a snail. I start walking away from it, and it speeds up.
Suddenly i find myself in my local cornershop, except that the interior has been rearranged. I buy a bag of shopping, the contents of which i can't recall, and walked out, except when i got out the door, everything in the bag was gone. I walked back in and asked the shopkeeper if she'd seen it, and she said it was still in the bag. I look, and find it still there. When i leave, however, it disappears again.
I then appear to be in some underground place, which i thought was an aquarium, for no logical reason. A group of us were following the tour guide, who was talking about the revolutionary new A.I system they had in charge of the building now. As we walk, laser beams go across the corridor; these look like very narrow Hardlight Beams, if you've ever played Portal 2 you'll know what i mean by that.
The tour guide clapped his hands once, and 5 people came out of a side room. These were dressed as the 3 musketeers. They continued down the corridor, dodging the lasers with mission-impossible music (but played on a Bass guitar, by the sound of it) playing in the background.
==Dream Ends==

I did not manage to attain lucidity, but I remember more than I usually would in a dream. I've also come to the conclusion that my mind is, well. A bit weird. Agree?

Tuesday, June 21st

I. Broken English

My memories of this dream take place in an old school building. I am in a classroom a few times and the rest of the time I am outside in the hallway. I do not remember anything that happens in the classroom but I go in there during the dream at least twice.

What I remember is talking in the hallway with a few peers. I don’t recall who they were. At one point the door to the classroom opens and J.D, the woman I currently work for teaching guitar lessons, opens the door. She apparently teaches the classes going on in this room. She says sarcastically, “You should talk a little louder out here.”

I have a book in my hands and I’m having an in-depth discussion with the people with me, I believe there are two of them. (This is a bit difficult to explain…)

Somebody in the book talks about how when he breaks something, it makes him find the woman he is destined for. It is accompanied by an illustration of a David Shrigley-esque figure slamming his forehead into a mirror, which is cracking outward from the point of impact.

Another teacher hears us talking about this the first time when she walks by. The second time, as we are still talking about it, she stops and says “This again?” She sits down with us and adds another dimension to the conversation, saying that Adam does this in the bible by using broken English to find Eve. (?) The point of this seems to be that it’s a literary device used in the Bible.

All I know is that this made a tremendous amount of sense in the dream however when I woke up and tried to put it into words it sounded very stupid.

II. “100 Yards From My House”


Two different locations and situations in this dream.

First I am driving down College Rd with M.B. I know its College Road but none of the things we see exist in physical reality. There are many tables with people selling things, none of which I remember specifically. There is also a bar/bodega type thing across the street from a small outdoor arcade. I see a small child attempting to play ski-ball but he doesn’t seem to be very good. Later I look over and he’s climbed up to get closer to the holes, and is throwing balls directly into the highest scoring ones. His mother yells at him and he backs off. About this time I see a nugget of weed sitting nearby him that I know intuitively is his, and he blurts out something along the lines of “You need weed when you’re on welfare!”

The other time I am in the band house, except instead of it being on the island where I currently am it is 100 yards down the street from my house. I realize this as I am outside in the rain, stumbling around drunk in the street.

Inside the house, I overhear J.S talking about how when you pull a tick off your skin it means that you are insecure. (?) This has come up because L.P has just left the house with some girl, and since it is raining out he is wearing the only pair of boots he can find, which is a pair of girlish-looking rubber boots. When they leave, somebody inside the house says something along the lines of “She knows how to take care of a tick.”

The dream ends when I am looking for my computer to listen to folk music at the request of A.V. I have just expressed to the rest of the people in the house “I just realized I am 100 yards from my fucking house!” They seem sympathetic.

I am at my recent ex boyfriend's house and I have to pee. I go toward the bathroom, but my ex yells "other 'senior' bathroom!" I quickly slam the door and go upstairs to another bathroom. A black cat is there and rubs on my legs while I sit on the toilet to pee. The cat wants a bath and I plan on taking a shower with it when I am done peeing and bathing it with me in the shower. I am never able to pee though and just sit there trying to until I wake up.

I am at a high school dance (although I am 20 and in college now). I go out to my car for something and I see a black man come up to me and start to get into my car to steal my things. I am horrified and try to tell the people in the car next to me but they think I'm kidding and that the robber is a friend because of how calm we both appear. I am trying to dial "911" on my cell phone but the calls won't go through and I notice I have been dialing "991" over and over instead.

Later, a girl who I sense is evil has a crush on me (I myself am a heterosexual girl). The girl bites my lip and makes it bleed. She starts to shake as if she is possessed and says that blood makes her crazy. I make out with her with intent to have sex with her but I never do.

-At this point I "woke up" and wrote the above in my journal but when I woke later, nothing was there. I believe this was an out of body experience as I have been practicing this a lot lately.-

Later, I am at the water park and a little black boy sprays me and my mom with a spray gun full of orange liquid. I assume it is orange soda (delicious). People around me are shouting and happy. As the boy sprays me I lift a blanket I am wrapped in to shield the spray and laugh.

Later, I am in my recent ex's room wearing a blanket again. He is sweating and asks, "aren't you hot?" I take the blanket off, say, "no," and put the blanket back on.

First, I am at a restaurant with my friend and her father, we will call my friend "M." M is trying to order alcohol although she is only 21 because her mother told her to get some to share with a nameless girl we are to hang out with later in a swamp. (Keep in mind that this is totally against her mom's beliefs, she frowns upon excessive drinking.) M's dad makes fun of others in the restaurant. The most peculiar thing is that there is a glass kennel with a puppy inside of it drinking a glass of red wine in the lobby of the restaurant.

Later I am at work and there is a huge ice storm outside. I look out the front doors and the parking lot has turned into a ocean of ice. My friend (this time I am not sure who "my friend" is [no longer "M'"]) attempts to walk out on the ice. The ice breaks and my friend floats away on a piece of of ice, however, she floats back and then everything clears up back to normal.

I was with people, and there was a fight using magic. There were also robots joining in the fray. Some use stuff like kamehameha, etc. After some time, we're just hanging out. I went to look for an eatery nearby, and found one. The place looked like we're in an island of sorts.

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Dreamsigns:

Fight (I rarely do)
Magic
robots

Sleep. I am in my room, although it is not quite right - there is a random bookshelf in the back-left corner of my room. I am sitting on my bed, and a white cat walks out of my room, but not before leaving a puddle of urine on the floor. I tell Aaron to clean up after his cat, so he grabs a handkerchief and wipes it up. I wonder how many times the floor has had cats pee on it (only in this dream, because we installed those hardwood floors ourselves!).

There is another guy in the room, and I lend him (practically force him to borrow) one of my hardcover Robert Jordan books. I tell him the "rules" of borrowing from me: don't eat or drink near the book, and don't dog-ear the pages.

Then, the doorbell rings, so the guy and I rush downstairs. I try to peer through my door, but all I see at first is the guy's reflection. Then, I see that Mr. Sean is outside. I open up the door, and it is nighttime. Mr. Sean tells us to step outside - he wants to show us something. Even though I am in socks, I agree and step into the snow. We step around to the side of the house (Curry's side, not the hedge side) and Mr. Sean sets off some fireworks. One of them explodes into a heart with a hippy sign in it. Grandpa is there, filming the show, and I have to keep craning my neck around him to see what is going on. I briefly see the constellation Orion in the sky before Grandpa moves out of the way for me.

The guy and I reenter my house. On our way to the door, I look at the rocks at my feet and almost pick up a red/white/black quartz, but don't. Once inside my house, we see that it has now changed into a tackle shop. I go up to the counter and see a turquoise lizard. When I touch this lizard, flecks of turquoise paint get on my wrist. I realize that it is a scam to make you think the lizard is naturally this colour. I tell the guy at the counter that it has "shed" on me, but he and I both know that I know that it is a scam.

Because of this, a random granny swings at me with a butcher knife. I fight back with my feet and fists until she throws the knife at the guy and I. We duck and split up. I am going to hit the granny when she pulls out a tomato knife. In response, I pick up the butcher knife on the ground. After circling each other for a minute or so, I slash the granny's arm. Then, I stab her repeatedly in the stomach and the lower back. She doesn't resist, scream, or bleed. She seems to want to die. I compare stabbing her to carving a pumpkin because of how hard it is to get the knife into her back. Wake.

Dream 1:
All I remember is my mom was teaching me to smile.

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