non-lucid

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.

I dreamt I was in one of three arena-like settings. One with a large spider overhead, one with two fighting triceratops an one with two boxing kangaroos. I was in the spider's arena where a giant spider overhead (like 200ft across? Yeah.) was dropping large sphere-shaped blobs on me as I tried to pop them with a stick or something. I remember getting paid a couple thousand bucks everytime I did it without getting hit.

hmm so i talked with matte before that on irc.. and itried to ld.

it was so that i joined on IRC on my dream and i was talking to him i writted to hihm "dd" something
and i was in ld and i couldnt stay more idk watching my monitor wasnt that good so i woke up..

after that i have slept alooooooot..

i had few derams but most was in my work..

the main thing i was doing is i was looking the list and the hours of how much i worked and how much my friend and others worked..
i dont remember anything else..


karli

I dreamed of a hotel that looked similar to the Peachtree Center Plaza Hotel in GA



only the elevator shafts went out horizontally from the top, then went down, the back
out horizontally, then down, until they reached the ground. There were two elevator
shafts that did this, one on either "side" of the building.

I don't remember the connection, but this was a Palestinian Hotel. I wondered how an
elevator would go down the strange, jagged descent a few times, but couldn't make
heads or tales of it.

Tried to WILD. I got my body into SP, or just about. I was like this for an hour before I turned over to just sleep. I kept getting a small vibration in my ear at every small sound I heard. Is that normal for you guys? I've felt it before trying to enter SP, does anyone know what that is?

Anyway, rolled over and had a dream. I was at some kind of cook-out family thing at my moms house. My cousins were there, and my sisters. I had my son and T with me. I was going in and out of rooms. I saw my oldest sister in one room, and she was kind of acting like she used to when we were living together. Like her teenage self again. I remember seeing my other sister, but she was being stand-offish, like me a little. My oldest sister, I'm not sure how she was doing this, I can't remember her really saying anything to me, but she seemed to be trying to pry at me like start a fight. Kind of acting like I was having a bad attitude and she was going to make it a scene, I don't know.

So I was getting kind of pissed off and wanting to leave. In my head we had been there for a couple hours already, so I went into the living room and saw my mom on the couch. It took me a second to focus on T sitting next to her, I raised my eyebrows (something we do when we wanna leave someplace) and he nodded. We started to get W's things together when my mom was kind of like, "ahh are you leaving already? I'm cooking chicken, don't you guys wanna eat?" I told her it sounded good, and I sat down on the couch. I started ranting to her about how D, my oldest sister was being. She didn't really listen, and T made it look like we were going to stay and eat.

I went outside and for some reason there were people standing at a stop light next to their car. They actually were dancing to some techno in the middle of the street. It looked like fun and I went and joined in for a bit. Then I'm walking back to the house and there's an election going on, something for the city.

Everyone's in these pews and the little electronic voting things are behind this pulpit or w/e. Everyone's getting seated, my sisters and mom and dad are in the back row. T's voting in the thingy. I get up to go talk to him. I've got W in his carseat and I'm carrying his bags. T comes out from behind the thing and we're looking for somewhere to sit. This old man pats the pew next to him and I laugh for some reason. Then we notice an newly empty pew and we sit.

There's a comedian of some sort on the stage thingy and he was being kind of funny. Apparently he had some of his friends down in the corner at the front and they were laughing all annoyingly giving their friend shit. I got a close look at one of his friends and it looked a lot like the cable guy. Ugh.

Then I'm outside again and I was getting outa my car for some reason, going back inside to see T and W. I take my seatbelt off and my shirt comes off. I get out of the car before I realize I'm only in my bra. As I'm walking back to my car, this girl comes out of a clothing store, she's dressed really preppy and my first thought was, she got the job. Then she says something a long the lines of "I've already dealt with enough dirty whores today, please." I was shocked. She was walking toward her bike rather quickly now. I started following her, still in my bra, pissed off. She seemed a little scared and I asked her what her problem was. I grabbed the bag that was in her hand and slammed it down. She almost got to her bike, but I beat her and pushed it over, getting in her face. I was so ready to tear her up. She moved and started walking away from the bike. I picked up the bike about to throw it at her, I ended up sitting it down. I was going to go inside, but she said something else to make me mad. She was on the ground, not sur ehow she got there, but I kicked her really hard in the belly.

As I did I saw a cop go by on a street about 10 feet away. I hurried and hid in the entrance of the place where T was. I saw the cop pull in. The girl was still on the ground where I left her. I almost went inside to sit down, but I figured they'd find me and it'd make a big scene. So I stayed put, but I was really scared and hating myself for what I did. Then I hit denial. I said fuck this, this is a dream and I made myself wake up.

I went back to sleep. I was at my moms again, same cook out. I was standing outside with my cousin, so I thought, then he started yelling at me. Then I'm inside with my mom and she tells me she needs to show me a video. It's a video of me and it was telling me about "all the drama" I cause in the family. I couldn't believe that she thought of me like this. One term, brightly bolded, like they were trying to sell the damn thing said "Dramatic Darkness" is what it called me. My mom was almost in tears, like it was some kind of intervention thing. I gave her a really disgusted look, angry because I knew her and my family absolutely didn't understand me at that moment. I got up to leave and she said if I left then me and T would have no place to stay anymore. (I don't live with her, I have no idea what that was about.) I said, "That's great mom, reject your daugther and your grandson. You know, mom, W is all I have now." Then I gave her more attitude, mockingly, said "yes I know this is more 'dark drama'!" Then I was going around to grab all the stuff. I went into the kitchen and I didn't leave, I cried.

Before me and her got into it, me and T had also had a fight, I just can't remember much about that one.

Also, I can't remember if the following bit is from my nap or last night's dream, but I remembered something else.

Being on a bike path of some sort with my friend A and she was guiding me around it.

I had a dream that there was a bird, that had the characteristics of a pigeon but it's feathers were colored like that of a seagull. This bird was stuck in my room, for god knows why. I tried many different ways to get it out, one including putting my laundry basket over it and throwing it out. None of them worked, and they simply ended up with me getting pecked by the bird. Eventually, I just opened up the door to my room and opened up the side door, and the bird flew away.


I remember that I was having a dream, and I realized it and said 'I'm dreaming!' but this was the end of the regular dream, and the end of the lucid as well.


I am a Jew, and Germans have taken over the modern world. I am wandering around, and I decide to take my chances and go to a Wal-mart. Instead of employees being present, there are SS guards everywhere. Me, with a shaved head and no shirt on, exposing my half-starved self, must have stuck out like a sore thumb. I am near the middle of the Wal-mart now, and an SS tried shooting at me with his MP40, but I simply push his gun to the side. As he tries to reload, I kick the magazine out of his hand. Then, 2 SS ladies come towards us, one of them with blonde hair. She challenges me to a duel. I set the rules down for the duel.

We must stand at opposite ends of the aisle, and whoever gets the most hits onto the other person wins. We start, and I begin shooting single bullets at a time at her, and while I'm doing this, she is sprinting towards me. I'm out of bullets, and she is 20 feet away from me, with a full clip of ammo. I call bull shit on her, that she is cheating, because she was supposed to shoot from the other end of the aisle. The other girl was talking about different bullet calibers for MP40 magazines, and most of it was nonsense. I decided to leave, and it was a lot easier than I would've expected. I went outside to the right, and I remembered (Falsely, from a movie I had seen) that I had stashed a lot of money somewhere, when I saw Kym. She was going home, and her mom was waiting for her by the loading dock. I asked if I could come with, and she replied exuberantly "Of course!" The two of them were Jewish as well, and they said that if they didn't tithe to the synagogue with their names, addresses, etc..., that they would later be assassinated and half of their wealth would be taken away. Kym's mom remembered how her husband put some juice from a plant root into Kym's eyes as a baby so they the irises would turn blue and she would look Aryan. I woke up.