non-lucid

Only fragment I remember was being in my friend Jacob's car with him going somewhere.

I didn't write this entry down after I first had it, so that might be why.

June 7 Non Lucid

Was in a soccer game more like club than school but a little of both. It started with the coach telling us to circle up and one of the players began saying the line up. He said my name which was surprising in the dream, we all line up and i start tying my shoes. I rem seeing that guy juan and it looked like he was pissed for not starting the game. It feels like i really spent a good portion of the dream tying my shoes and i started to feel pretty anxious as everyone began lining up on the field and im still on the sideline tying. I finally finish rushing the second shoe and i start walking towards the center of the field hoping to be able to play center mid.

I ask if anyone wants to play it and two of my teammates turn to me and say they want to, one of them is already standing in the middle and has his foot on the ball. I keep walking to the otherside and ask da, if he is playing wing despite him standing in the center towards the front. He starts to say something when i correct myself and say striker. I move to the outside of the field and say ill play wing. Da looks at me and says your gonna have to run up and down the line. I looked down the field and noticed the shadows on my side and the open sun on the other side. I figured on defense ill be fine itll just be tough sprinting down into the sun for offense. I tell him that i should be good for a while.

Its time for the game to start and my team has the ball first. For some reason it starts with one of the fullbacks and he tries to pass it out to me but a player from the other team easily intercepts it as it was a pretty slow pass. I start running back on defense anticipating any passes to the wing but he plays it through the middle to another player on their team who easily puts a wormburner into the back of the net. He aimed for the bottom corner of the goal on my side and in the dream i couldnt help but feel i should have run and tried to block it but i was just a bit too far away. Da looked at me as if he thought i was actually responsible for giving up the goal.

As we walk back to starting positions i blame the goalie in my mind, and in the dream i knew our goalie was new. I dont rem how the next kick off started but i rem da kind of taking over my position and leaving me nothing to do. At one point he had the ball down the line and there were two guys on him, i ask for a drop and it looks like he tries to but the ball goes out of bounds, it looks like it goes off his foot. He quickly runs to throw it in and it looks like hes going to throw it straight to my chest but instead throws it over my head to someone behind me who in the dream reminded me of adrian. He took the ball up to the center and here the dream starts to shift.

I cant rem exactly how it happens but im no longer on a soccer field with a team but am instead playing in the house with my sister. She takes the role of da in the dream and i can sense some tension. MY mem is starting to get bad but somehow i get the ball and it is like a volleyball with a hole in it and it is going flat. I get ready to try and score a goal, the goal now being inbetween chair legs but notice that my cats food bowl is under the chair and my cat is eating. I tell my brother who i guess is my opponent at this point, how are we supposed to score like that? I walk away looking closely at the ball in my hands. I see the holes in it, very small but just big enough for a bit of air flow, and try to flatten it all of the way but for some reason it wont work and the ball manages to keep some air in it somehow. Dont rem past this so i must have woken up

I am pleasantly surprised with the amount of lucid dreams I've been having these past couple weeks. I am not sure if it's the binaural beats I listened to a couples times before sleeping or the "mantra" I recited to myself nearly every night before I hit the sack.


I did not become lucid due to a false awakening for once! I was in the bathroom just sitting on the toilet doing nothing when I suddenly said to myself "I am dreaming!" I sat for a moment and just told myself that it was a dream and then I looked at my hands; they looked fine though my vision was a bit blurry. I then got up and looked in the mirror remembering that we don't look the same or at least "messed up" in lucid dreams. My my nose and mouth were to the side in a weird position so I knew then I was really dreaming. I did one last check by poking my finger through my palm which actually kind of hurt, but it slowly sank through. I told myself to stay calm and took a few deep breaths so I didn't get over excited and lose lucidity.

Next, I did what I always seem to do after becoming lucid. I tried summoning Howie D. from the Backstreet Boys LOL. I thought I had better chances since I just saw NKOTBSB in concert saturday. Sadly, i did not get Howie but a random guy dressed as a police officer appeared behind me. I tried to touch him but my hand went through him. My eyes were starting to close and I knew I was preparing to wake up so I took some more deep breaths and spun in a circle slowly. I tried touching the guy again and I could feel him and that's when I remember yelling out in my dream "OH MY GOD I CAN FEEL YOU! I CAN FEEL YOUUUUU!" The guy laughed and had this look of "what the hell is wrong with this chick..." on his face. Not much happened after that and I eventually slipped into a regular dream.

on a side-note: at the hotel, I did have a lucid dream like that but it was triggered by a false awakening. I am slowly making progress and I think not obsessing over it in waking life has helped. I haven't made it far "control" wise but I really want to work on summoning people before I try to fly around and wreak havoc by doing crazy things.

A very long dream, although for the most part I would prefer not to post what happened. So I will post the one part.

I was sitting in class and I turned around to see what my friends were doing. The one guy was playing with his Ipod. Another guy shouted across the room "hey can I please play the ruffies game" - lolwut, the ruffies game? ALl I could see was a red thing that looked like a brain. Wtf? Sounds like fun let me try . . .

I dreamt I was in some kind of game which was a mix of the gunplay/hud style of Gears of War with the gun customization of Call of Duty and the pace of Counterstrike: Source.

Odd, because I played 2 of those just before going to bed.

I was in Spencer Estate from Resident Evil, but I don't remember exactly where I was, I don't remember what it looked like. I heard a zombie moaning as it was comeing, the sound of a half rotten corps taking heavy footsteps. I was scared. Then I remembered that it was the zombie who should be scared. I remembered that I have the ability to move objects with my mind and use powerful mental attacks capeable of blowing up mountains and more. So then I waited for the zombiie to show himself, readying a ball of energy in my hand. I remembered when I discovered the ability on the flying platform on my way to see the frost giant. The dream ended.

Zombie is lucky i woke up.

I was walking away from my house, overcoming my fear of being out of sight of my house. I walked down the street, turned left at the first intersection. I came to the point where i got the furthest last time. I was looking at the road extending onto a big hill, to my left a long road leading up to somone house. I went to the persons house and went into the garage. It had a cement floor and walls. It was mostly empty, save for a few shelvs with boxes and rocks. I got scared so i quickly left the house and began going down the road again.

I took a nap, and dreamt that I was with Bear Grylls, attempting to sneak into a facility. After walking around it a couple times, looking for loose planks, I was like "Hey, how did I get here?" I did a nose-pinch reality check, and sure enough, I could breathe. The dream had been stable and clear until I realised that, but then it began to get all dizzy and blurry. I rubbed my hands together, imagined the heat emerging. But I got sleepier and sleepier (inside a dream?) and couldn't keep my eyes open.
I woke up in my bed, and my house was full of guests, apparently some girl that I've been talking to was my girlfriend and her friends were over too. I walked to the toilet to take a piss, but couldn't. Then I was like "Hey, wait a minute" and woke up.

I am in a strang house. I'm with most of the members from the school Orchestra, including Red. We aren't really doing anything but sitting around. Soon, Red and I proceed into an auditorium. When we get inside, we spot a giant plant pot. Me and Red go over to it. We see some seeds next to the pot. We look at each other and shrug. I pick up the seeds and open them. I now place them all in the pot. Suddenly, a giant plant sprouts out. It's a killer plant, about 100 feet tall! The ceiling breaks. The plant starts to destroy. He does this until I awake.

soo i sleept and i had dream about a game [kreedz cs 1.6] jumping and climbing.

it was a map that i was climbing and i found ShortCut and i wanted to make a world record...
so i had bicycle and i runned and found the SC i could jump there and after 1 min be done or 5 . wr was 7 mins something..
so then somehow i went to the finish and it was like on the roof.

then somehow i had to stay there or not move cus we were like 4 ppl ...

1. Sentaku
2. KingYoshi
3. Zebrah
4. Karlitaki

so we went up there and its like we finished the map but i see kingyoshi with a barrel full with cannabis and we didnt know where to put it at and hide it..
we said we should let it on the roof somewhere..
so KingYoshi was somewhere there and hidded it .
i wanted to see what he is doing so when i looked abit he writted abt me .Karlitaki .... something like credits..
sentaku .......was scared to
kingyoshi ...... sometihng
zebrah shocked
lol then we finished the game or wtv it was and left.. the next dream i remember is.


it was me after this KZ i wanted to meet a Girl i knew .. i went on there where i had to be and i hug her etc..
and then 3 friends of her just started yelling at me , ur hands are not clear bla bla bla.. somehow she left and i didnt know ...

then i had dream abt something.. cant explain it was like thing so height and i had to climb there and do something rly dont know.
then there was another ream i was with some friend and he told me to put a movie up on that height thing?
hmm i didnt knew and i putted something and he said thats not possible cus there is no dvd for it put other one which is released and we can play it..

next dream was i was again in cyprus with the priest i knew and in his home i was sitting and talking he wanted to do that thing " when i have to talk about anything i made bad and if i lied etc "
but i didnt we changed discussion cus i said we can do it tomorrow or after tomorrow and he said osmething with pizza and i saw in my mind a pizza pieces and we eated?.
hmm k thats it then i woke up

Details are sketchy as I barely remembered dreaming when I first woke up. I had gone to bed saying over and over "i will recognize when I am dreaming". That seemed to work as the first few dreams I bolted up into consciousness and awoke when my internal dream alarm went off.

- First dream is just a fragment. Some old lady's face but below the nose there was no mouth. Just blank skin... Woke up
- Second dream. On top of some buildings looking over a city with 2 female DC's who were going to fly off and do some "healing". Scene change. In bottom of a building with the 2 DCs but it feels like a heist. They get in to an elevator and I stay to guard. I get bored and try to go up the stairs but they go nowhere and end in a ceiling. I hear male voices coming down the elevator and exit the room and try to look nonchalant. Sounds like gangster thug voices in the elevator but out come 2 cops, one of whom begins to rockclimb on the walls. Then his wife and kids show up and I leave. The cars are weird like a strange mix of Star Wars Landspeeder/Snow speeder and a early 1970's crappy ass Chevy Vega.

Here is the banana man to celebrate my first dream journal entry

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a scientific laboratory. The floor I was on looked like the lobby for a nature center or a church. There were tall glass walls showing a clear day outside. The floors were some kind of deep-red stone, polished heavily. One other window to my left and about 5 meters away from me looked down, apparently, to a basement area, which was dark.

My great grandmother was going down into the basement area to test out some kind of atomic science device. It was like some kind of atomic particle beam ray. It could be used either for scientific purposes or as a weapon.

My great grandmother now walked into another room to my left and went down the stairs. I may have stood on the threshhold of the first room and the room with the stairs. A man and a woman stood with me, though they both stood in the first room. The woman was talking about how once a proton beam was set in motion, it would go into an orbit around the earth, destroying whatever came into its path. This could possibly lead to the destruction of the whole earth.

The man now said, "Hmm... maybe we should get ----- (something like Swami Sarasvati) to talk about that kind of stuff." The man was basically implying that the physics of the machine were basically like the elements of Hindu religion.

The woman said, "Or we could get ----- (some famous Western physicist)."

To make a joke, I thought I'd recommend getting the Play-Doh man to talk. I envisioned holding a Play-Doh ball in my hand and smashing it. This was basically to suggest the destruction of the world, but as a joke, apparently.

I made the hand gesture and said, "Or maybe we should get --," but I was suddenly interrupted by my great grandmother calling me from downstairs. She sounded pretty insistent, so I ran toward the stairs. I called out to the man and woman, still making the hand gesture, "Maybe we should get the Play-Doh man!"

The woman got my joke and said, "Play-Doh man. Oh...!" as if she were going to start laughing.

I now lay on my stomach before a staircase down to the basement. The staircase looked like in a suburban house, and it was bordered by a thin, wooden railing, like for a child's crib.

My great grandmother's voice came from below. She said, "I need you to go get the money. I can't do the project without it." But she also discussed how she needed me to go get the money to protect it from getting into some other people's hands. My grandmother told me that the money was in a place outside of my usual activities. I took this to mean it was in some mansion in a rich neighborhood in Georgia.

I asked my great grandmother how I could possibly get into these mansions. She told me that I wouldn't have as much trouble as I thought I would, and that I should be pretty honest about my aims with anybody I encountered.

There was now a tall, bald, black man in the room with me. He stood over by what looked like a kitchen counter with a bunch of appliances, boxed and unboxed, on it. But the devices were actually weapons and parts to the device that my great grandma was testing out.

The man made some kind of threatening statement, in a smirking way, about how he was going to destroy the whole project. I tackled him and pinned him to the floor. We were down beside a bed. I was on my knees, on the man's ribs. I had him pinned, and he couldn't move. But he didn't seem worried at all. He was still smirking.

He made some move where he was now on his back. He had better control of his arms, and he tried to make some weird move against me. But I managed to counter that move and get control of him.

Suddenly I was "my old self (?)," an old, white haired, German man who had been a Nazi. I had apparently tortured this man in the past.

I lifted the man up and carried him over toward the head of the bed. The walls were grey concrete, like in a basement. At the head of the bed was a single wooden pole, kind of thin. I lifted the man's head up and said, "You couldn't leave things alone, could you? You had to bring the old me back. Well, now I'll treat you like the old me treated you!"

I was going to slam the man's head down on the thin pole so that I pierced his brain through one of his eyes. But I was a little disgusted at the thought of this, and I either didn't do it or didn't see myself doing it.

I was myself again. Some series of events had taken place, the project was completed, and my great grandma was up out of the basement again. A few people were around, like family, meeting after the project. But I still didn't have the money.

I went to look for my great grandma to tell her I didn't have the money. I found her in her bedroom, apparently changing clothes. The bedroom was dim grey.

I called out, "Grandma? I couldn't find the money. I don't know where it is." This actually wasn't true. I was actually kind of too shy to go to the Georgia mansions to look for it.

My great grandma yelled, "Well I told you where it was! Go to a place outside your usual activity. You know what that is. And tell people exactly what you're doing!"

I felt terrible. I was too shy and afraid to do this. I figured I might fail entirely at getting this money. What would happen?

I was now in some kind of bedroom that looked like an exotic bedroom in an Arabian mansion, like in the movies. A bed stood atop a few marble steps, curtained on either side by thin, pink-orange drapes.

Before the bed stood a kind of pretty boy dressed as a girl. He had long, blonde-brown hair and he wore a yellow-green and black striped shirt and a denim mini-skirt. He was apparently Harry Potter.

Harry explained how I could get past my fear and take care of my mission. It took a few minutes before I realized that Harry was wearing a diaper under his mini-skirt. I started to vanish from the room, but I remained fixated on the fact that this transvestite boy was wearing a diaper.

Harry, all by himself, began dancing in a kind of wild but sexy way all around the huge bedroom. I now saw a view from below the floor, looking straight up Harry's skirt, at his diaper. The diaper seemed to be blue, like blue jeans.

I seemed to be sinking lowe and lower. I ended up on some kind of portico area with a group of students and a couple of male teachers. The students and teachers were all Latino and black. The students were a mix of boys and girls.

I somehow figured that since I'd failed at my task, there would be no Christmas for these children. The children, without mentioning me (I wasn't present), kind of sadly complained about this fact.

I felt terrible about this, but I thought there had to be some kind of magical way that Christmas could appear for these children. After all, Christmas is a magical holiday. Suddenly, slightly glowing objects began to fill the air. They were all supposed to be things like Christmas objects. But they were actually things like fast food items.

One of the boys, seeing these items, said, "Hey guys! Don't worry! We've got Christmas right here! Just eat one of these Christmas hamburgers out of the air!" The boy himself ate a Christmas hamgurger. One of his male friends did so as well.

The two boys were suddenly acting like they were drunk or stoned. The students were all walking to some educational site. One boy grabbed on to the arm of one of his teachers, a big, Latino man with long hair in a ponytail, as if the boy were the teacher's girlfriend. Another boy was at the back of the line, bouncing around and acting crazy.

Finally, as the group continued walking toward the educational site, the first boy woke frfom his stupor. He ran back to the second boy and warned him not to eat the hamburgers.

The school group was now of little, Japanese boys and girls. There were two male, Japanese teachers. I was now present with the group.

We were walking into a forest full of yellow-leafed trees. A couple of girls, as we walked into the forest, called out, "Kirei!"

I noticed that the scenery was getting all fuzzy, like a digitized video view getting more and more pixellated. I thought I'd comment on this to the teachers. But I didn't know whether, if I did this, I'd be breaking the Japanese customs of respectfulness.

We walked along a really muddy path. At some point, I had to push aside the stalks of a tall, tree-like shrub. One of the branches touched my face. It was all muddy. I just decided to let the stalks go and not worry about whether I was clearing a way for the students behind me. But just as I decided to do that, it turned out that we were past that area.

The teachers were now turning us around, but we were walking back on a path parallel to the path we had walked out on. This second path was flooded with water, which reflected the blue of the sky. I thought this would be kind of inconvenient. A horse was also standing in the water.

Dream - Lucid

I remember rehearsing for a play. I had some kind of minor part in it, which meant I had a few speaking parts. I kept missing my cue for some reason, however. I always thought it came later than it did. I remember the silence that preceded my lines, because I didn't know I was supposed to be speaking. I remember flipping through my script, trying to find out where we were. Someone else ended up speaking.

Then, it happened again, only this time, we were on stage performing instead of just rehearsing.

I was on a boat in the sea. I saw people who were apparently from STNW. I saw a girl with a bag with 'Edengar' on it and i was like. uhh, okay? And I went to her and said heyyy i'm D. She was like ooooh D! How are you etc etc. Then i was wandering around. It seemed like a very strict boat, since the crew were like slavedrivers. I really wanted to get out of there and I found myself going into a backpack which was so much smaller than i am, and I layed behind a japanese magazine and pretended i was really sick. Then the leader came and wanted to close the backpack, and I opened it again. Then I saw that the backpacks were dragged behind the speedboats, so much that they were like drowning. I was like omg.... And suddenly I ended up in a gym with S. and L. We went to a trainer and I had my fat% tested. It said that i had like 38% and that if i wanted to lose weight, i had to consume less than 100 calories a day. Then I asked him that if i did that, wouldn't my body go into starvation mode? He was like noonooo you will be fine. I did not really believe him so we left.

There was something else after that part, but i can't seem to remember it..

I have from time to time had prison dreams. Although not in a long time and seldom recorded.

I was sitting on the toilet in a dingy bathroom watching a picture tube TV. As I began to notice my surroundings. I realized I was in a men's bathroom that was packed with rugged men who looked down on their luck.

As a group walked out, one man squeezed my hand in a suggestive way. I retracted my hand quickly. I took a look at the gray jumpsuits and realized with a certain level of fear: I was in prison and I was one of the smallest friendliest faces around.

I made my voice extra deep and tried to make dull and ignorant sounding statements. I left the bathroom with lurching gate. I entered a community area and there was my best friend Joe, his other best friend, my GF, and a few other people.

I wondered what we all had done. I took my GF aside into a storage like room with a connecting walk way over an enclosed courtyard. I had the impression she was merely a visitor. I asked her:

"How did I end up in prison? I don't remember even going to a trial."

She told me my name was on an arrest list. I started looking around trying to take in the predicament and how I would need to act to survive. It crossed my mind I was arrested due to a case of mistaken identity. I looked past the courtyard where I saw a 20ft barbed wire fence and police cars on the other side.