non-lucid

i'm standing in my laundry room with Dakotah and out of nowhere i say "i'm dreaming" so i do a reality check and i am dreaming. but i'm not asleep enough and i can't make anything happen.
i wake up soon thereafter.

so I know its a bit late to be posting this.. past 11:30pm.. but I had an amazing dream last night so I just have to post it. I don't remember much anymore so I'm just going to post the main idea.

I was in an airplane with some other people, I don't remember where we were headed. We flew up towards the clouds and for some reason the top of the plane was open so people could get out and sit on top of it. Everyone soon piled out on top of the plane to see the thick clouds we were going through. It was a thin layer of think clouds, if that makes any sense. I was so excited to be able to see a cloud up close, so I rushed to the top of the plane and felt the clouds brushing against me as we zoomed by in the plane. I opened my mouth to taste them, and they tasted like thick mist(I guess it figures). It was so awesome though! I also remmeber at one poing I was high up in the air on a tree overlooking a lake up in the clouds and I wanted to jump to another tree. People were telling me not to because it was dangerous but I did it anyway and jumped in the air to grab a hanging branch of a tree nearby and safetly attached myself to that tree. It was a beautiful view throughout this whole dream.

I wake up and go downstairs. It seems to be around 3 or 4 in the afternoon. Mom and Dad tell me I have to take some lame standardized test in a town about a half an hour a way, and I had to ask a classmate I don't really know for a ride home. I complained a bit, then my Dad quoted some Latin phrase he never says in real life, and took me to the backyard. My brother came outside and we walk up the hill to my front yard. We enter some sort of convertible car, which looked a bit like an Audi or something. I was playing with the seat adjustment thing, and I woke up. (This time I actually wake up.)

I woke up at 10:30AM today and am only updating this now, so I've forgotten a lot of details but it was kind of choppy even when I first got up.

Wow, I've actually forgotten the first part almost entirely. I was hanging out with Hitler, though. I kind of remember us possibly doing arts and crafts type stuff together. I was scared the entire time because, yunno, it was Hitler. I thought he might have been tricking me by being nice and was actually planning on killing me or something.

Then I was on some.. train ride for kids. It was night and we stopped at this platform with an old iron street lamp. It was connected to a pine green building and the platform itself was probably like.. 10ft x 10ft, so pretty small. There was a wooden crate at one end being used as a table and I was sitting in a chair by it with my feet propped up. I couldn't see anything around me, it was way too dark and the light lit up only the platform. I glanced to my left, where the building was, and ♥Mark came out the door. He walked over to the the edge of the platform and started.. throwing something over the edge, I think. He might have been peeling something, like a vegetable or some fruit. I looked down at my hoodie and noticed it was a nice burnt orange colour.

I dreamed that it was the start of the school year and I was supposed to pick up my class schedule and then start going to classes, but I had lost my keys and key card and I needed the card to get into my classrooms. I started looking for it, and for some reason it was dark outside even though it was morning. I reach into my pocket to see if my card is there, but it is not. My keys are in there, though. I decide to go to my dorm room to look for my key card. I enter the dorm building and find my room. I go in using my keys, and find my roommate from last year standing there instead of who I'll actually be rooming with. Seeing my old roommate struck me as really odd, and I was thinking, "how can this be possible," but he said something about having signed up as my roommate again. I was fine with having him again, so I stopped worrying about how it had happened. We had a huge, long, room, about the size of three hotel rooms all lined up in a row. On the left were the beds, and on the right were a bunch of drawers. Everything was wooden, including the floors, and dusty/old. There was a wraparound window running from about halfway down the right wall to about halfway down the back wall. I looked out it, and it was bright outside. I looked at the clock to see how this was possible, and it was 10-something. I thought that it was probably the tinting of the windows that caused the difference in brightness. I decided to look through the dresser and see if my card was in there. I opened the top three drawers, but they all had my roommate's clothes in them. He had left the bottom two drawers for me. While I was searching the drawers, Christian came in. We said hi to him, and then I reached in my pocket and pulled out my wallet. I opened it and looked at all the cards. None of them looked like my key card except for one. I tried to pull it out to get a better look, but it was really hard to pull out. I finally got it, and it was a gift card instead of my key card, but I was still pretty excited because I had pulled it out successfully. We were all laughing, and I looked at the clock. It was 11:21. I was thinking that I probably had a morning class, which meant either that I had already missed it or it was still going. I decided just to go to class and hope someone would let me in. My roommate and I tried to talk in Chinese but we didn't know any words, so we started laughing again. We started walking outside, and ran into my roommate's friend, only he called him his little brother. Then we went to my roommate's car to get his keys. I got in the passenger side and reached across to pull his keys out of the ignition. My roommate and Christian were following along. They were laughing about something, and my roommate says, "That's bad." I say, "Simpsons bad?" He says, "Yeah." and we laugh even more because that was funny for some reason. I turn the key and pull it out.


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There were so many places in this dream where I should've done a reality check, but my brain just rationalized it every time. Any tips for how to get better at this?

The dream started out with me in school, going outside after testing for some recess, or something. Afterwards, a few of the ‘gangsters’ arrived and began to mock me alongside Spencer. Spencer was reluctant to do so, and in the end, we ended up sharing our M&Ms, which were somehow enough to make a pile that took up the entire mulch box. Daniel began playing in the sea of M&Ms as we talked.
After school, I went on a drive home and two other cars came up next to me. One had some random girl with glasses and a book. The other, had Dasha. I didn’t understand what was going on, so I drove on. The drive became a chase, and suddenly we were crashing through Whippoorwill Lane. It was crazy; as we were driving, some man was speaking in my head about how all the cars he sells to people end up crashing on that road.
“I must kill the ladybug,” Dasha says during a cinematic cutscene. For some reason, I cared about this ladybug, so I got the book all of a sudden and drove as fast as possible to Dasha’s house. Crashing off of Whippoorwill, somehow, there was a luxurious gated community of long pools that separated the houses. Everyone was in swimming suits, talking about stocks and the like. I ran past them into Dasha’s house. Once I arrived though, I heard a voice.
“Ah, welcome.” I whip around to see that it was someone who looked a lot like Nancy Grace, probably taking on the role of Dasha’s mother. I gave a quick smile then darted up stairs to be greeted by another voice.
“Hey, Desmond.” It was her father. I held onto the scaffolding. He had shortly cut grey hair, a stout body, vest, moustache and glasses to boot. “Do you know how to dance?” He swiveled his hips.
I shook my head and moved to the nearest hallway. Another surprise. Erik, Nicholas and Warren were already there.
“Why are you so hesitant to going up the stairs, Desmond?” her father queried.
Warren spoke for me. “He’s a nerd. He doesn’t know what to do at a girl’s house.”
We continued into Dasha’s bedroom and looked all over the place for the ladybug. During our search, I told the three about all of my experiences today; the M&Ms, the car chase. Nicholas stared at me, surprised. “So, when you were backing out of the parking lot, did you look over your right or left shoulder?”
“My right,” I replied. “Why?”
“Oh, good; if it had been your left, you’d have died.”
Somehow after that comment, we had gotten onto the roof, still searching. I jumped down and re-entered the house.
“Welcome, my daughter!” Oh no. She’s here. I ran and hid inside her bedroom, awaiting her. The sounds that ensued next will puzzle me to no end. There were water balloons hitting the floor and handheld massaging devices going off, causing shrieks of joy downstairs. Once the sounds ended, I heard someone coming up the stairs. I prepared myself. Dasha jumped into the room and stared at me. She wasn’t surprised.
“I’m here to stop you from killing that ladybug,” I told her.
She shrugged. “No one can stop me. By the way, what happened to that book you had?”
I had lost the book, somehow. I nervously strutted around. “Well, you see- Wait,” I thought again. “Why do all of this for a ladybug?”
“It wasn’t a ladybug.” After that, I woke up.

I am waiting with my friend Marek and Martin at a train station. But there are no trains coming. Then eventually some train comes. I realize that we are there to take some training in coffee making (this must be reflection from the previous day experience from caffe Nero, where Melissa and I were served coffee that looked nothing like on the menu picture). The training is taking place in one of the carriages, along a long table. There are more people sitting around. Then we move on and continue going where we intended to. (I am not sure where). Guys are all the time ahead and I keep loosing them. I try to call them and text them, but with no luck.

Another scene is somewhere outside. I am standing under a cloudy sky. (I am there with someone, but not sure who. On one hand I feel like it was my friends or my boss Mark). The person that is there with me points behind me. I turn around, like bending backwards and see tall glass building and above it dark clouds cumulating. The clouds are almost dark blue. Its starts raining. Just a few bug heavy drops here and there, but I know that its going to get worse in seconds. I see some building and train station in front of me. One of the corner and the closes buildings is a starbucks. Its all glass and I can see inside. It is a small coffee shop with a little room in front. As soon as we get there its starts pouring down. I look around thinking I will get something as the rain was not going to stop any soon. I get coffee and a cake. (The whole rain theme is surely projected from the previous day as I experienced something similar with Melisa - Nero). I have banoffee cake. Then the waitress comes and gives us another one, its slightly messed up, but its a whole cake. She says that the store room is getting flooded as it is in the basement.(this is also from the previous day as I saw a waitress in the Nero going in to the basement for something). Then she brings another one. I hesitate to take it, and look around if someone else wants it. I notice the Starbucks manager giving the waitress mean looks, as if "what the hell are you doing".

Then we go to the station waiting for the train. I am thinking, where to stand at the platform as it was long and I thought that maybe the train wont be so long. It is not. We go inside.

Another scene is in out house. I am in the kitchen and Martin is hanging washing outside. Then suddenly his phone starts ringing. I look at the display and see there my name. I am confused about this. I cannot be calling him. So I think its for me. I pick up the call and I hear some man introducing himself as a manager. I realize that he thinks its Marin on the phone. I rush outside to give him the phone. He takes it and tells me "you know its not good to touch others stuff" (I believe this is form the previous night when I went to Melissa's handbag for our wine and she told me off to ask first before I go there next time) one of the interesting things is that when I went outside to give Martin his phone, it was nice and sunny. Most of my dreams are dark or cloudy.

DS: dark sky,

I was with a female companion. She was wearing very tight underwear and I could see the undulation underneath it. I kissed it.

She asked me to carry her, so I picked her up upside-down. It was reasonable in my dream. Her leg were apart and it was
right there in my face. I held my head up and looked away so someone wouldn't think I was happy about what was unfolding.

Once I was clear of danger, I kissed her again. I felt the warmth and the wetness.

I had other dreams and I worked to remember them, but I eventually forgot them.

Sunday, June 19th

(Last night I awoke a bit before 6am with aches in both my arms and legs and no clear dream memories. My living situation for my current gig has me sleeping on an air mattress underneath the stairs of the house so this is affecting my ability to sleep soundly and therefore my dream recall and content. It took me about an hour to get back to sleep and when I did I had a series of brief, relatively harmless dreams that left me with a few memories and impressions. I woke for a short time between them to jot down some keywords.)

I. “Go Home, Please.”

One moment I am awake in my bed trying to get to sleep, all of a sudden I am in a similar bed and sleeping situation, equally cramped, only in the dream I now share this space with my roommate S.B. We have two different mattresses but they are right next to each other. We are in something that looks like a garage and outside there is a group of young girls who are trick-or-treating or something and I have the intuition that they will rush into the door if I open it. I “find my Ipod,” a black nano that I haven’t owned since high school. The screen has come off but I reattach it easily and it has a Resident drawn on the back in silver sharpie. S.B has an Ipod as well. The song playing from his has this line in it, “be my ….” (can’t remember the last word.) As soon as I hear this line, the song playing from my Ipod by a different band says the exact same line. I note the “coincidence” but never become lucid.

It may be because the group outside is becoming loud, but eventually I open the door and they all rush at me. I fight them back and yell “Can you all go home, please?” All of a sudden I begin coughing quite hard and actually taste phlegm in my throat. This coughing wakes me up.

II. “That’s a Cop”

I believe it is still Halloween, or whatever festivities were going on in the previous dream. I am sitting on the porch of an unknown house with some people. One of them is Z the soundman. He is sitting off of the porch, on a lawn. Possibly the same group of small girls has apparently just left from the front of the house and have walked down the street to the right. Suddenly a cop car pulls into the gravel driveway as Z is simultaneously sparking a bowl. He walks over and starts to hand it to me as the officer is walking toward the porch. I start whispering to him “That’s a cop. That’s a cop. That’s a cop” but he does not hear me. Somebody else eventually leans over and he seems to get the message right as the cop approaches.

The cop starts talking to us in the exact same whisper I was using and I cannot easily make out what he’s saying. The gist of it is that the group of girls that just walked down the street have “information” about us. I wake soon after this and begin to write it down; however this turns out to be a false awakening and soon after writing it I wake up for real with most of the memory of the dream erased. It returns later after I focus for a bit.

III. “Skylar”

I am with a group of my friends on a street at night. S.B tells me that a car full of kids, who have mistaken him for somebody they have a vendetta against named Skylar have pulled a gun on him. The car is right in front of us and the people, none of whom I recognize as people I know, are extremely drunk. I tell him to call the driver of the car an idiot or something, and he tells me this is probably a bad thing to call somebody with a gun (good point.)

Suddenly I’ve apparently decided to take this matter into my own hands. I’ve also switched the identity of the gunpoint victim to my friend M.B. He is standing next to me as I approach the car. Beforehand I see them sitting on the hood making immature ‘gay’ jokes. However when I reach the car they’ve all somehow gotten back inside. I yell at the one in the drivers’ seat “THIS IS NOT SKYLAR. HIS NAME IS M.B.” I look over at M.B and at the driver again, their expressions somewhat confuse me – they are both suddenly calm and it’s not until I awaken that I realize the people in the dream know that I have made a mistake in the identity of whoever had the gun pointed at them. I remember that both of their eyes were glowing with incredibly vivid color, M.B’s a magnificent shade of blue and the driver of the car a shining golden brown. I wake up for the remainder of the day right around here.

I don't remember where this dream started, I can only remember an extremely memorable part, and a related part afterwards. I was on this dock that was coming up out of the ocean, it stood about 30 feet above the water. There was this chinese-style serpent dragon that opened its mouth and bit down on me. I recall it having a pink body with green horns. When it closed its mouth around me, it was like I was riding inside of him, I could see out of him because he was transparent.. He rocketed up into the sky off of the dock and then dove down into the ocean. I could feel my stomach dropping as we fell. He then launched back out into the air and we fell again. We did this several times. I had concluded that this was a "ride" like at a carnival or something. Later in my dream, I told my mom that I had gone on the craziest ride inside of a dragons mouth, she didn't believe me lol.

I was on some stage. There was some sort of recital going on. A violin player started playing Summertime. I was singing the words quietly to myself. Then, I looked up, and there was this random Asian guy staring at me. For some reason this encouraged me to sing, and I sang the rest of the first verse loud enough that everyone could hear.

Once I had done the first verse, I think the music stopped. I briefly remember running away somewhere behind stage. I think AR was there. We were running around backstage together.

Then I somehow ended up back outside the stage, but rather down one of the little hallways in between. Now it seemed to me as if the place were a church. EL and another guy were there. I randomly started singing the second verse of Summertime. EL and the other guy just looked at me funny, and when I had finished, laughed to themselves. I knew it had sounded bad, and I ran away, totally embarrassed. I wished so badly that I hadn't done that. Then the dream ended.

I was in a department/grocery store of some sort. There was a glass display near the center of the store and I was looking at men's style wrist watches. I was kind of bored but I was determined to find a watch I liked and buy it. Most of them were bulky and coloured black. Someone (a unidentificable woman) told me to hurry up but instead of buying a wrist watch I went to the checkout and purchased a bottle of red wine, even though I don't drink alcohol. This angered the person who I was with for some reason, but I don't know why.

Went to bed 12:54-1:30
Goals for the night: Eat something and interact with DCs
No memories in early morning
8:20 We are in a hotel room, me lissa and chris. Im looking out the window of the room and i notice my cat is in the corner of the room. I start to hear loud meowing coming from outside the room and it sounds like the way my cat meows when he is by himself. I keep hearing it and looking around outside trying to find where it is coming from but the whole time taking comfort in that my cat is sitting in the room.

Then a cat runs from under a chair next to me and at this point i know that the cat that had been in the room all along wasnt mine, and that the one that was meowing is. My cat runs onto a table and i notice his tail is all messed up and most of it is missing. In the dream i know he had gotten into a fight or something outside and get really worried. I tell my sister. I try to pick him up as the two cats run to the front of the room. I go get him and pick him up and notice he smells just like he does when he gets back from the vet. I say something like, how can we be sure its our cat in the future, i said we need to just check his teeth to make sure its the right one(my cat has missing teeth)

*Was with Alexis and Juan and im just talking to alexis about soccer. there is a girl there too but i cant rem what she looked like. Alexis starts talking about some league he is playing in when juan shows up and sits down. They start talking about who was, they were saying legendary, in the league this season. I think the girl may have asked a question, i just rem walking away smirking and saying i dont know anything about this league you guys are talking about.

*I vaguely rem being in a cafeteria at some point

*Vaguely rem talking to my creative writing teacher

*Have a flash of sitting on the ground and with my shoes on sitting in lotus for meditation. I rem bringing both feet onto my thighs and despite my shoes being on they rested quite comfortably. I dont rem but in the dream i have the feeling there are people around and some of them are observing me.

1. I'm walking through a sun-speckled woodland on a wide blacktop path, and the way is quite peaceful and warm. Out of the woods comes an oddly attractive figure, a six-armed lizardwoman. She starts to walk beside me and introduces herself as a "mover and shaker" who has time-traveled from close to the end of civilization. As she continues to speak, I realize that she's really rather amoral but is very intelligent, and I'm drawn to her. As we reach the end of the path, I ask her for her name: she smiles and replies, "Fukiyume."

Note: When I woke up, I did some searching on that name. The compound "Fukiyume" is meaningless, adopted only once as a username on an obscure Italian forum. However, both "Fuki" and "Yume" are legitimate Japanese words. "Fuki" refers to a shoot vegetable, and "Yume"... means "dream!" I was certainly unaware of that consciously, but I've seen enough anime (including Ghost Hound) to possibly have it in the subconscious. I'll have to see if this DC appears again.

2. I'm on the highway entrance ramp near my house, phoning my mom who's in a car on the exit ramp. We're trying to coordinate our Father's Day shopping, with little success.

3. I'm at the clinic of a smiling doctor whose specialty is urology, waiting for some routine procedure. Across from the waiting lobby is a banner that morphs according to the type of surgery he's performing at the time. Eventually the banner shifts to tell me it's my time, and I go to an operating room that looks like a bathroom from my old house. I'm allowed to select my own anesthesia, and I try for a hypnosis MP3. The one I pick has a very creep female hypnotist, however, and I'm unable to trance as I start to panic about the knife's cut.

I am a member of the night's watch from A Game of Thrones. There is this climbing competition in the middle of the ocean where we have to each try and get to the top of this tower of somesort and prevent others from doing the same. I swim to the tower and fight someone else trying to get up. One or two others are farther away in the water. I eventually get to the top, forget to juggle and lose after all my hard work. I am infront of this African tribesman somehow, maybe we are not in the ocean anymore. We bow to eachother. We are all at a table afterwords and I tell everyone that If I hadn't forgot, I would have won. I see my cousin under the table, but just her head. It looks as if the rest of her body should be sticking out, but there is nothing past the table cloth hanging down.

Dinner outside past the hedges in my backyard. Someone brings out the queen for a visit. She is horribly ill and disgusting. He helps her sit down and eat. I and a couple others are called into the yard by our commander. There is my shed, and we are being tested by searching it as a team. One of the other Nights watch guys opens to door while I keep a small cat at bay to the left. It lunges at me and bites at my fingers. Its poisonous! Is that what the commander wanted to happen? Good thing I was wearing my gloves.

I am going inside, but can't find my sword. Where is it? I look around, and ask some people but they don't know. Sam helps me for a moment, but doesn't really care and waves his knife at me in a threatening way. He is wearing golden gauntlets? I try a sword that might be mine, but its not it. My sword is a thick blade, but this one is skinnier and has a curve to it. Some big guy starts causing me trouble. He doesn't like me. He starts attacking me with his sword, and we start fencing. We aren't hurting eachother when we land hits though, and I am landing much more. All I remember now is him coming at me with a knife trying to kill me. We get inside, I try some knife defense techniques but they aren't working well. I manage to control his knife hand, but when I try to punch him back I can't inflict any pain. I'm too weak and he's way to strong. There's nothing I can do. I manage to get either his knife or another one in my hand and point it at his throught. I make some small holes in it just to let him know I'm serious. He gets the message I think.

We're on a couch or a bed now in the room, there are a lot of others and there is this martial arts instructor from Israel in the hallway talking to everyone about a test or something. The guy tries to stab me again, I am hitting him in the back of the head as hard as I'm just not strong enough..I yell out for help but nobody even turns their head to notice me. I just cry and move away and ask him to stop. He says "your a sensitive little guy aren't ya?" He gives me a hug.