non-lucid

non-dream / dream / lucid

Eu estava saíndo do colégio, Diego estava na saída me esperando. Aparentemente eram umas 18:00. Entramos no carro do meu pai e fomos pra minha casa. Meu pai tinha um jantar pra ir fotografar e pediu para eu me arrumar rápido. Chegando em casa, já quase noite, ele disse que tinha feito uns furos na porta e tinha um arame do lado de fora. Assim, poderíamos mexer nas coisas dentro de casa sem entrar. Tentei mexer um pouco com aquilo e então fui me arrumar. Deixei a mochila na sala, troquei de roupa e peguei o PSP (eu estava com medo de ele estar descarregado). Entrei no carro e fomos a um restaurante. Lá, eu e Diego escolhemos uma mesa para conversarmos enquanto meu pai fotografava o evento.

I can recall driving in the car with my brother on a familiar highway. It was slowly becoming dark - a typical African sunset. We drove past some man on the side of the road and he attempted to take a photo of our license plate, I began to panic and shout.

I had a dream I was in this large room with Lego scatter all over the floor. The objective of this 'game' was to pick up all the stray Lego (ones not connected to anything) and put them at the end of the room to open the door.There were 10 rooms and at first it'd take 30 seconds - 1 minute to clear a room, but after room 3 or 4, it took half an hour and room 7 took 5 hours! I remember Rosa and I were working together and this girl named Caitlin doing a separate set of rooms.

My next dream was about Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens on like Wheel of Fortune (so random, I know). They purposely threw the game for some reason and later that day, they were picked up in some black Escalades and told them they had a lot of money invested in this. They described how much money they had with "we can wipe out all of Africa with nothing but acid rain."

I dreamt that I stood off my bus at home, a little further up the road than usual.
As I was standing at the edge of the cornfield, I then realised I was dreaming, and
everything started getting blurry. I did a 180* turn to change the dream scenery, but
everything was too blurry to see anything. I looked at my hand to focus, but blurred out
and woke up/went to the next dream. Not sure.

Note: I feel that I didn't actually realise it was a dream, the dream just made me feel
that and guided me to do the lucid dream checks. Likely because I recently read about
lucid dreaming.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a house. I walked from something like a living room into something like a kitchen. The kitchen looked like a normal suburban kitchen, but there was a big table, which was either wide and made of thick wood or was a big, wide table like for a group of students in an elementary school art class. Orange-gold afternoon light came in through the kitchen window.

There were three young men at the table. Two sat on one side and one on the other. I walked behind the two and sat to their right. The seats were benches. I saw that the two young men were working on homework assignments. The assignment seemed to involve a lot of photographs.

Then the other young man began explaining stuff to the two young men. The stuff he was explaining had to do with English writing and speech. I thought, Well hadn't I been teaching these guys English before? Why is this guy teaching these guys English? But I then thought, Well, if that's what they want, I can't be mad at them. And I can't act mad. So I think I stood up and walked into the other room.

Dream #2

I was out in some park, either at night or in the early morning. I was walking past some small, red-brick structure which I think was a bathroom. As I did, a man walked up with a small dog.

The dog wasn't on a leash and it ran straight up to me. The owner made some comment about how the dog was nice and how he wouldn't mind my petting her. The dog was a litte, red dog that looked like a mix between a dachshund and a collie, with pointy ears. It only stood 200cm tall.

I reached my hand down to the dog, even though I was still standing straight up. I may have asked the dog if she minded my petting her. The dog responded in a distinct voice, but probably by telepathy, "Oh, I don't mind at all. In fact, I'm gonna give you a big hug."

The dog managed to curl her head and neck around so that she had my arm pressed close to her shoulder. I was kind of flattered that the dog liked me so much.

Now it started to rain pretty heavily. I was carrying an umbrella. I knelt down and picked up the dog, which was now something like a tiny, white poodle. I again asked it the dog minded my carrying her to her owner. The dog said, "No! You can help me get back there without having to go through the pouring rain!" But the dog was already soaking wet.

As we walked over to the owner the dog began telling me about some kind of reality show from Russia that she really liked. We got over to the dog's owner. But now the dog was a really pretty woman with pale eyes and brown hair.

The woman had told me quite a bit about the reality show. I had even seen a few images of the show in my head. The woman said, "They had the whole collection of the show on sale. So I bought it! I bought the whole series!"

I my mind's eye I saw a huge collection of big, fat videotapes.

The man said, "And that was a lot of money for her. $380 (or $830?). For the amount of money she makes at her job (nursing?), it was a big sacrifice."

The woman said, "But I love the show, because I'm from Russia, too. And they had a full showing of the series and then an auction for the videotapes right after that. And I won the auction. Well, everybody loves the show. The showing was done in a church. So even the church supports the show!"

I laughed at the fact that the church would support what was apparently an outrageous reality show.

Suddenly I was having sex with the woman. It may have been right there, as we were standing. She was naked, and I was suddenly having sex with her. I came, and somehow I felt as if I had certainly made the woman pregnant. I felt like somehow we were in bed. I felt like I would turn the woman over on her stomach and start having sex with her from behind.

But the woman was gone. I looked around. I was standing on my knees on a bed in a dark bedroom. The bedroom was big, and there was at least one other bed. The beds were set close together. They were all big and nice, with a lot of thick sheets on them.

Somehow I knew that I had had sex with the woman in this room. While we had sex, another woman had been in the room with us. It was somehow understood that I was going to have sex with the second woman as well. But once the second woman realized I had gotten the first woman pregnant, she took the woman into another room, which was something like a hospital room.

The women, I thought, may have been lovers. There had been no intention for the second woman to have sex with me. The women just wanted me to have sex with one of them so that one of them could get pregnant. Not for a family, but for some kind of medical purpose.

I stood up to go look for the woman I'd had sex with. I didn't know whether I should feel obliged to look for her, since our sex must likely have created an emotional bond between us, or whether she'd rather I just left her alone.

I ended up in some kind of schoolroom. There were a group of people, at least one of whom was a little girl playing a flute or a recorder. The little girl was slightly tan and blonde. She wore a pink t-shirt and a knee-length skirt with flower patterns on it. She wasn't who I was looking for.

But suddenly I was in a maze. The maze was made out of cardboard or particle board. The walls were all painted in a scribbly fashion with white, green, and grey. I got the feeling that somehow the little children in the class that the little girl belonged to had made this maze, or else that the maze had been made in such a weird style for their enjoyment.

I was near the front of the maze. The front part of the maze just seemed to be some kind of wide gallery, itself a kind of classroom. A male teacher sat just inside the gallery. A group of students were sitting in chairs just outside the maze. The maze was like its own building, so that the children were sitting outdoors, in a field like at a county fair.

The teacher was giving the children music lessons. One by one he was having his students play their instrument, usually a flute or recorder. The student would go through some kind of song and then would be required, at the end of the song, to go into an improvisation.

I now had the understanding that the maze was something used for careers. It was like children would go through this maze to determine what career would be best for them. Or that when children went through this maze, sensations were fed into their bodies to help them understand just what a career was like. Or that people actually walked into this maze when their careers began, and they just kept on going.

A couple of teenage boys walked into the maze. One of them was pale with a medium build, kind of wavy, shoulder length hair, and glasses. He looked kind of brainy. He wore a t-shirt that was a little too tight for his build. He looked toward the classroom and called out for a younger student, "Hey, where's -----?"

The boy's friend said, "Didn't you hear? They monetized him (her?) early." The boys then walked through the maze.

I understood that "monetizing" mean readying someone for a career. Apparently this was the near future. It had been determined that the only purpose of an education should be to prepare a person for his or her career. The aptitude and ability of a child was determined early. And the child was advanced to begin his career as quickly as he was capable of advancing.

The boys' little friend had already been "monetized," put into a money-making position, very early. I got the impression that the classes were full of children of all different ages. The classes also seemed to be extremely relaxed, easy-going, almost to the point of being random or aimless.

I was now outside the maze. It was now a little girl's turn to play. She played through the song. But when it got to the improvisation part, the little girl kind of hesitated. She played something that sounded a lot like "A Love Supreme." But after cycling through that melody, she hesitated to fly up into an improvised melody.

The little girl stopped playing. She acted embarrassed, rubbed her hand against her forehead, and said she didn't think she was ready to improvise quite yet.

I am starting my new job at a supermarket. Today is some kind of a special day where drinking is allowed. My job is to deliver alcohol to the people working at the registers. The alcohol for drinking is being kept at the check cash station in the front of the store. One of the cashiers wants me to bring them a drink that's a half a shot of maker's mark, half a shot of snake juice and then bud light. We name this drink "black snake juice moan". I wheel the alcohol cart over to them and make the drink in one of those tall silver mixing cups with the lid. Then I drink what's left.

My supervisor, a heavyset black lady in a polyester pantsuit, comes over and decides that she's going to be mixing the drinks for the rest of the day. She makes me another black snake juice moan in a giant shot glass and tells me that it has the alcohol of about 2 drinks so I should take it slow. I wait till she walks away and drink in down in one swallow. I start to feel drunk and wake up.

Deleted

I was in my house in the kitchen. Everything was usual. Tony then sneaked up behind me and wrapped his right arm around my neck. I tried to grab his elbow and rist and lever the arm off like i would in real life, but in the dream i couldn't grab it. Then I started bashing him and myself into the wall, but it did not shake him off. I then grabbed his head with my left and started beating the back of his neck with my right, most people would be in horrible pain by now. His grip grew weak and I then pulled his arm off me and threw him to the ground. The dream ended.

Non-Lucid Semi-Lucid Lucid Real life

Well, I attempted a WILD last night. I failed, but kinda managed a DILD instead...

This first one was kinda a fragment, it only lasted what seemed like 5 seconds.
I'm in my bedroom, which I share with my brother. The window was replaced by a wall, yellow like all the other walls. My brother had bought a poster, I think of BHA FC (His football team) and I watched him put his poster on the wall where the window should be. The world went funny, and I woke up.

I went for a pee (Lights on) , and fell asleep again.

I was with a girl that I know, let's call her SK. We were outside school, round the back, and there was a small alcove that isn't usually there. There was an old, dead piece of mistletoe far away, further than the wall, which was shadowed into total blackness. This tipped me off, and I realised I was dreaming. I said "Hey, mistletoe" and kissed SK. She said "There's no time, follow me!" and pulled me by my hand inside the school. There were alot of DCs there, and in the shock I lost stability. The world swam out of view, and I woke up.

Then I went on DV and wrote this up

Notes| Dream|Lucid

31st May


A two story house in the middle of nowhere surrounded by grass, built Minecraft style in wooden planks. It was my girlfriends house, apparently. There were windows made of glass. As we were snuggling in her bedroom on the second story, I looked out to see a suspicious man 'creeping' up to her house.
As he sneaked in, I waited next to the stairs for him to walk up. As he was about halfway up the staircase, I jumped down behind him and knocked him out. There was no resistance, it was easy.
After he was unconscious, I left outside to investigate. The house was surrounded by a low, wooden fence. I came back inside and as the man was regaining his consciousness, gutter-stomped him in the face. (Ouch..) I picked the fully grown man up over my shoulder and threw him over the fence into the neighbors yard.
I looked up to see if anyone had saw me 'disposing a body' (even though he wasn't dead). About 100m from me was another house, in the open garage were a man and a lady staring at me, the lady had brunette hair. I remember nothing of the man.
I ran back inside and continued cuddling with my girlfriend. Shortly after, we heard her mother pull up on her driveway. Not wanting her to know I was here, I hid in the room next door. As they were speaking, I laid down in the corner of the room where a 'block' was missing. I tried to listen to what they were saying.. and woke up.

This dream was incredibly vivid, and I seem to remember it in a more linear fashion than most dreams.
I was at school, after the day had finished for some kind of lesson. I don't recall what teacher we had, but I believe he was Mr Ryan, one of the most racist and sexist teachers at my school. We were in the metal/wood work block, waiting to find out what classroom we were going to be having the lesson in, and someone said to use Mr Gill's room.

We walked across to the social sciences block, and up the stairs to his room, where the door wasn't locked and we went inside. For some reason though, there was no power in the classroom, and we needed Mr Gill to come turn it on for us. I checked out the window, and Mr Gill was standing in the parking lot with his arms folded staring into the distance. Mr Ryan called out to him, and he came up to the classroom.

We turned on a video for our lesson on the projector, though the board was on the wrong side of the room compared to usual. Mr Ryan and Mr Gill were standing behind me, and they started having a conversation about a very rude student, due to how rude Cowan was being. I accidentally pressed a switch on a powerboard with my foot, and turned out two of the rows of lights. This confused me, as they're controlled by switches on the wall, but when I looked up I noticed they were plugged into an extension cable, and it made sense, since I'd just turned off that plug. When I looked up again, a different set of lights were on, in a staggered sort of patter. I didn't want to mess with the switch any more, since I might have been in trouble for fiddling with the lights if I did.

I tuned back into the conversation the teachers were having behind me about the student, and they were talking about how he had severe problems, and had killed himself. I don't remember the boy's name, but I'd thought I'd heard of him before, but I'm not sure I actually know him. Mr Ryan started talking about how it was good riddance, while Mr gill said it was tragic. Cowan butted in, saying how he knew how it happened - that he'd spun out his WRX and he was an idiot because he couldn't control it. I told him how he was being really disrespectful, but I had a bit of trouble wording the sentence. Mr Gill agreed with me, and Cowan said
"Whoa! Someone actually agreed with Alex on something." I was getting really sick of him being so rude. I pulled out my laptop, and loaded up a computer forum which is normally blocked at school. Tim was surprised that it was unblocked and he'd never known before.

When I woke up after this dream, I transitioned out into SP without moving. I gained too much awareness, though, and found my throat was extremely dry and I was sleeping on my arm, which was already really sore. I swallowed a few times, and figured I wouldn't be able to DEILD because there was too much noise and light, so I got up and wrote this into my DJ instead, but it's nice to see I could have DEILD'd!

My friends and I were on our bus of an afternoon, though we caught it from a bus stop which isn't on the route the bus actually goes. We'd decided to talk to the girls from a couple of years lower than us, and they thought it was hilarious to run up and hit us. They were weak, and I didn't feel anything when they hit me.

I remember something about seeing a car which was beaten up, and crappy. I laughed at it, I think I must have known the person who owned it.

Yesterday morning, while in the shower I'd pondered how I never have dreams about showering, and I'd likely get lucid if I did, as I tend to practice ADA in the shower. Well, I guess my subconcious played a bit of a joke.
I was in the shower, I believe I was rushed for time, I had to be somewhere. All of a sudden, I'm covered in horrible, thick, mud. It smelt horrible and had the worst grainy texture to it. I freaked out, trying to wash it off me and not end up with mud and dirt all over the shower. It started to wash off, but it took ages to scrub it all off and wash it away.

While I don't remember a lot of this dream, I thought it was a bit funny that my dreams ended up happening like that. My subconcious is a bit of a joker I guess

1. I am at a nice restaurant with my friend Erin. After we finish eating, I suggest that we order some wine. She says, no, let's get beer instead. I look over at where they keep their drinks and I see this Brisk strawberry melon drink that I like in real life, and I jump out of my chair and grab it, saying something like, hey, you're gonna love this.

2. I am riding in the car with my cousin D, listening to metal music. I have some sort of telepathic link to my aunt, who is criticizing the music. After a certain section of a song plays, she says, "How is that art?" and I start comparing the section to a part of Stravinsky's Rite of Spring in order to help her understand the music. (This is strongly reminiscent of a conversation I had with a friend a few weeks ago, where I played a metal song for him, but he wasn't able to take it seriously, so I gave him a little analysis of the song, complete with references to classical composers who had used the same techniques, in order to persuade him that metal was a valid genre.)

3. I am in a department store, and I see a mannequin that has fallen over. It's like the kind that they usually have modelling clothes, only it doesn't have any clothes on, so it looks like someone pulled the clothes off and knocked it over in the process. It is made of transparent plastic. When I look at it, sometimes its head is attached, but sometimes not. I walk over to it and start kissing it. (I wonder what it means? )

First DJ entry! I've been ill, and so kinda delirious. Here's how last night went...

Black = Dream
Blue = Real Life
Other colours are there for effect

The dream started with me in school, in the middle of a maths lesson.
(I didn't realize until afterwards that my lesson was in a French classroom) I then remembered that it was half-term, and thought to myself "What the balls?". Then everything started to fade to black,
{Sudden realization of being in a dream}
so I looked at my hands and yelled 'Clarity NOW!'. All of the DCs in the room just stared at me, and I thought "Well screw being in here", and decided I was gonna fly. I fell out of the window, and I just sorta flew, Mario 64-style.
{Forgetting I'm dreaming}
Gravity decides to be a B!+[# and sends me plummeting to my doom.
Hit floor.
Wake up in bed.

I'm sick in the bathroom, and have diarrhea. I wash off and go back to sleep...

I'm at a roundabout that I walk through almost every day. I somehow instantly know I'm dreaming, and wonder what to do next. The world starts to fade, so I focus on my hand again. It doesn't work, and I wake up.

Back out of bed, into the bathroom. More sick, more poop.

I'm back at the roundabout, but this time my cousin is with me. I still half-know i'm dreaming. Theres a giant floating panel of TV about 20m away, with the Sky TV guide up. (Like the advert with King Arthur) So we watch it. It turns out to be pr0nz, so we walk off. I wake up.

I get up for my day normally. No sick!