non-lucid

I am on an ornate cruise ship that is designed for common people to meet with royalty. I am with a friend of mine that looks like a girl I used to know in highschool. We are all stood around in lines in our finest gowns, waiting for one of the royals to walk by and pick from us whomever they are interested to meet.

Some sort of prince goes by me and I am not picked. I am not really surprised at this as I feel rather old compared to most of the others. As this round is over we are told to move up to the next level, which is actually up a few floors. Here we are sat down in what looks like theatre seats. Again, a royal starts working his way down the line. For some reason I decide this is a good time to put cream on my legs as they are feeling dry. The cream has a look and texture similar to chocolate pudding. I get it done just in time.

I think I must have been picked because now only a few of us are leaving the group to go up a few more floors. Here, in a line again, we are faced with a young girl. She goes through each of us, first tapping us on the shoulder then pulling us forward, mocking us and laughing. She thinks we're pathetic. When she does it to me, I laugh too. She picks me.

I'm pulled forward into a space in front of the crowd and I see the royals. It's more like one prince and his friend/servant/advisor. He's sat beside the prince and he looks very bored. He frustratedly tells us that we should "dance or something", so we do, and he likes how the girls dance sexy. Suddenly it's over and the royals are whisked away.

It's time to get off the cruise ship, to find our train, but I don't know where my son or friend is. I start going down levels, searching. I am questioning whether it was level 9 or 7 that I was originally on. Some random guy is trying to help me but it's slow going. He's asking people if they have seen my friend. We come across this crowd and someone tells me to watch out, there is a massive spider on the wall nearby and they know how I am terrified of spiders. I see what they are pointing at, it's a bubble of fabric on the wall that is moving in an irregular way. It frees itself from the wall and I see it's really just a leather jacket. I tell them their mistake.

A massive gorgeous moth lands on the floor suddenly and someone grabs it. S/he starts breaking pieces off of it like it's made of some sort of brittle taffy and handing the pieces out. I freak out at the cruelty of this, but there is no reaction so I move on.

I go into a lift and down another floor. There is a frustrated couple in there with me, trying to get to their floor. I finally find my son and ask him where his Papa is. He says Papa is by the car, and I ask him where the car is. He just says "down", so down we go in search of him. The car is parked in some of the many decks below, rather like a ferry. I am overwhelmed with the idea of searching blindly for it.

My friends and I are in a huge gym that reminds me of CHS's gym, we take our seats on the ground. Gus and I are laying down, we're expecting to see her lover, Al, perform at whatever event this is supposed to be. The event's about to begin and everyone piles in, but I don't recall seeing Al and her hopes dampen. Suddenly a guy comes and looks at her, smiles, and sits down. I realize it's actually Al, noticing he looks like he just shaved. I'm surprised he decided to sit next to her out of all people, and they start talking. I'm up on a bleacher now as a break commences and everyone seems to go off to get food or something. I think this is a great opportunity. When Al and Gus come back, I realize Gus keeps saying "Ten minutes." Al says, "WHat about a lunch or something?" Al has a skeptical air and Gus has a passionate air. Then Al says, "Okay, what if I wanted to take you ice skating," and he seems really genuine about it, and Gus and i both know this is a huge turning point. I'm shocked he asked, really. Then Gus gets too passionate and says something along the lines of, "Kiss my knees and promise me you will come to visit." To VB, I assume. I knew I have to intervene because Gus is getting carried away. So I lay myself down, drawing attention, look at Gus, and say quietly "Stop it. You're scaring him." Gus calms down and they go off somewhere, I'm on top of a bleacher with a couple of my friends. There's a black-guy-giant taller than the bleachers talking into the phone, and I figure he's harmless but my friend tells me he's been talking crazy stuff. I listen in and he seems ot be discussing being pissed off at someone and adderall..ok then.

Dream transitions and I'm on a dinner table, with Gus, Jess, and her sister VA. I'm surprised VA is there because her and Jess don't really get along. We're discussing where we are going ot eat after going out, and I offer to find a couple of decent restaurants in Arlington. I recall going on yelp and only being able ot find restaurants with a small amount of ratings. I find a really good Swedish one, but then I wonder what Swedish cuisine is like.

A fragment: being in my new single room in Hampton roads after a long night of partying.
Frag: Accidentally leaving Randy numerous messages on his tumblr ask box, even though he doesn't have a tumblr, and fearing he will figure out its me. (esp. since I didn't hit anonymous button)

The night before I dreamt about move-in day. I had moved into blue ridge and discovered no one had moved into my 222 room. That guy who's a female version of Helen was there along with Randy. I was pretty pleased with the fact Randy and I would be so close. Blue ridge had a huge ground floor with escalators. Nothing too important happened.

First dream:

I was outside some large mall, in a car with some of my friends. One of my friends is high, and he is driving the car. He looses control of the car, and we run down a child and some other people. We crash, and I run into the mall because I'm scared. Inside the mall, I hide, and one of my friend's father find me, and he yells at me.

Second dream:

I'm in a parking lot, and there is a lady standing next to her car, smoking a cigarette. She is mad at her husband, and yells at him.

Third dream:

I'm in one of my friend's house, and one of them is angry with me because he couldn't reach me on my phone. I tell him it's because I changed my number, but that he can reach me over email instead, because I also get my emails sent to my phone.

I was fighting, as usual, with T and my oldest sister for some reason. I can hardly remember anything except me telling my sis, D, to punch me in the arm as hard as she could and she did and I made some joke afterwards, trying to mend the tension. It didn't seem to work.

I do remember saying something to T, like I was tired of it, and if I leave and he doesn't stop me, then I will be gone for good.

I am in Metro, towards the flower section by one of the checkout counters. There is a rack of chocolate milk jugs that appear to be two-litre containers. Knowing that I have enough money in my wallet to pay for one of them, I take one and open it, drinking. One of the cashiers, who has long, dark hair curled into tiny ringlets, walks up to me and shows me a photo of me opening the jug. I look at her as though she's an idiot: "Of course I'm going to pay for that jug. Do I look like a thief?"

My father and a couple other people come with some other groceries, and I think my dad offers to pay for it. He asks for the price, and we find it on a small white sticker on the jug. It says it's $1.85. My dad tells me that's an awful price for just 1L of milk. I'm confused, because there's no way that it is just 1L of milk.

Then I am at a theme park with my father, Helena, Lindy and my brother. We are debating which rides to go on. We try to make it to the IMAX theatre, but fail. I say that I want to at least go on [name of ride], but it is too far away. We decide to try and go to the newly built Dolphin Water Park. However, the time jumps randomly, and by the time it is 7pm, we have only been on one ride. I have to take off my glasses and fuschia baseball cap for it, since I don't want them to fall off.

Sometime after that, I am in a city, looking at a three-story parking garage that is the parking lot to that theme park. I have a brief memory of swinging - or perhaps I only thought of swinging - like Spiderman between the levels. Then, I am in a stone corridor. My former biology teacher, is being brought in with another woman. He looks weird, as though his features were distorted by a fun house miror, as his face seems longer.

Anyway, we interrogate him, although for what, I cannot remember. I remember saying, "I'm not lying! I'm an honest person" and remembering the earlier milk jug incident and wondering if that counts as dishonesty. The woman refers to me as Carrie, and I imagine a curly, blonde woman with shoulder-length hair.

Afterwards, I am on a gigantic, multi-tiered stage. I am part of the production, although I have no idea what is going on. The whole cast is in the middle of abstract dancing, so I try to follow along but eventually give up and do my own stuff, hopping down tiers and gracefully whirling my arms. At one point, near the end, I am with these girls dressed in white and with white face paint. They tell me that I mimed very well. I am confused, as I don't think that what I did counted as miming. I do tell my dad what they said, though, once I have climbed back up the giant staircase of a stage and enter a corridor.

Then I am going through this building, perhaps in the same area (it's difficult to tell) and I am following someone who is with a group of people. I pretend to be with them, and we all put on cult robes. I have a recollection that I have traded places with someone, that another girl named Carrie is supposed to be in my place (either way, we are spies and not truly brainwashed cult-members).

We all go into a special room, and everyone but the leaders line up against the wall. The leader has a small girl with him, and she is at most three years old. He gives me a rounded butter spreader knife and tells me I must use stab the girl in the heart with it. I put the knife to the girl's chest and hesitate. I know that he is expecting to call my bluff, that he can see through me. I also know that going through with it will have consequences. However, I grit my teeth, pull back the knife, and thrust it with as much force as I can into the child's body.

Suddenly, the child turns transparent and then disappears. I see that it has stabbed the cult leader instead - the child was not real. I know that I have hit him in the heart. The leader laughs and says that he has been waiting a long time for this moment. As he dies, I see myself briefly through his eyes and realize that I am becoming a vampire. I tell myself that it is better than he remain a vampire.

The dream was third person. I was in a creepy dimly lit house. I was in a hall of some sort, a red carped going down with two doors to my left. Two zombies came after me and i tried the first door. It was locked and I needed an emblem, the zombies came nearer. I tried the second door and went through. I found myself in a living room-kitchen, with a stair case leading up from the kitchen. I approached the stairs and found 3 fast moving zombies, I checked my guns ammunition and found i only had 6 bullets not nearly enough. I grabbed a fork off the table, to use as a weapon. The dream turned to first person. Somehow I killed all three, tearing into rotted necks. The dream turned back to third person. I then said "I declare myself the garbage man, killer of zombies." I then headed for the stairs. The dream ended.

vividness: 7/10
Lucidness: 0/10
Awesomeness: 10/10


This happened long time ago but i want to remember it 4ever . I was in a field with a chrome floor, chrome cliffs, chrome creatures and a chrome sky. There were creatures everywhere that i was killing with i think was a sword. Some of the creatures looked like this but not exactly like this.

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http://images.wikia.com/dragonquest/...unter_mech.png

and lots of other creatures as well. I was trying to level up so i could advance into this chrome house in the middle of teh forest. And i had to kill 3 dino/dragon head that were chrome. They shot Plasma balls at me and were very hard to kill. Soon i killed all 3 of em and tried to fight random enemies. Soon i went into the house. The house was so dark it the dream ended.

I was sitting at home and mom asked me to go to quick trip for her. I accepted and she told me how to do it. She said to go down the road and turn left. Then I was to enter a house and find the passage to quick trip. I went down the road, entered the house and looked around. I went upstairs and found reminders of my childhood of me playing with cousins. I looked around and all i could find was a TV a dinning room and just a regular looking house. I kept trying tho. I then decided to go home and tell mom I failed. The dream ended.

I am visiting the home of my high school girlfriend and her husband. They have two small daughters. They have asked me to babysit while they go and celebrate their anniversary. While they are interviewing me for the job I keep morphing into different creatures. When they ask me about my previous experience as a babysitter, I turn into a beautiful naked woman. They are shocked and appalled and while I apologize at first, soon I just become intrigued by my new body. I tell them this will pass and as we continue with the interview, I explore my new body a little bit. Natural C cup breasts and long straight blonde hair.

Then just as they are putting on their coats to leave I turn into a cat. I am now a 40 LB or so big yellow cat with brown streaks. The two little girls are very excited by this and want to play with me. I roll over onto my back and the girls rub my belly. The father goes into the bedroom and gets a very small saddle. He puts the saddle on me and the little girls take turns riding me around the room like a pony. The effect is a little bit like "Cringer" from He-Man.



Since I am a cat I can do things that ponies cannot, such as leap onto furniture and climb up curtains. The girls are having a good time and while I am playing with them in cat form, The parents sneak out of the house.

There is a time slip and the dream cuts to hours later; the girls are asleep and I am back to my regular human, Clothed, form. I am sitting on the couch and watching the home shopping network on television. The parents come home from their anniversary dinner, giggling and excited. The husband tells me they were so inspired by my shape changing earlier, that they did something extra special. Then his wife/my ex takes off her dress and is covered from head to toe in a brand new Dalmatian tattoo. That's head to toe solid white with black spots. My jaw drops in shock.

I wake up

Lizards

I met a man who collected lizards to protect his home. These were like monitor lizards,
though I forgot what there were called in my dream. He had three kinds of lizards. One
was kind of soft skinned like a gecko. The other two had leathery skin. One was brown and
black like a Royal/Ball Python-the other was gray with perhaps a few black spots on it.

The man had one that was about 4 feet running around the property. Most were only as large
as my hand. He picked up a couple. I told him not to break the tail (commonly done when picking
up smaller lizards due to a survival technique). He said he knew, but the tip came off of one.

I picked the both up afterwards, and one opened its mouth to bite. I held both behind the head
concerned about how much pressure I put on the neck to prevent a bite.

Then I saw some shallow pottery with a wide mouth. Baby lizards were crawling around trying to get out.

Special Inhaler

I might have been with the same man who had the lizards--I'm not sure, but two guys were talking about
something that people used to get really high. I picked up this tube and inhaled. Using dream logic, it was like
a chamber that smoke would have gone into, but you could then remove the chamber and inhale straight from
one side of the chamber.

One of the guys sarcastically questioned why I was having trouble standing up. I knew I was busted. They were
not into drugs at all. They had a police feel about them. They weren't police, but they had no tolerance for drugs,
and they knew I took the hit.

I remember having trouble keeping my balance. It was a strange feeling to be high in a dream. Eventually the
trouble passed, but that is the end of the dream.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an office with my boss and the head of our department, J. J made a comment about the conditions of our company. He then said, "Well, your boss will tell you more about that." J then walked out of the office, through a doorway that may possibly have been to a stairwell.

Only my boss and I were now left on the office floor. The space was kind of narrow. There was some kind of long counter or reception desk running along the area where my boss and I stood.

My boss stood a few feet away from me. He looked a little different than IWL. His hair was cut short, and he was wearing really nice eyeglasses with no frames on the bottom of the lenses and nice, thin, black frames across the top. He was also wearing a pale, lemon-yellow shirt that looked very clean and pressed.

My boss said, "Well, I guess I should tell you it's going to happen to me next. But don't say I told you."

I understood this to mean that my boss was going to leave the company. But he'd said it so quietly and mumbled, and he'd told me not to talk about it. So I acted like it wasn't a big deal, like I almost hadn't heard him in the first place. I actually may also have hoped he'd say whatever he'd said again, since he'd mumbled and been so quiet that I wasn't quite sure I heard him correctly.

My boss was annoyed by my reaction, as if he thought what he'd said hadn't sunk into my skull at all. So, as I walked closer to him, he took out a plastic pen, kind of fatter than normal, and poked me at the top right side of my chest, and said, "Au revoir."

It was now clear that my boss was leaving the company. My boss had given me a parting gift. It was a huge book by Marguerite Duras. I don't remember the title. It was a fat paperback. It had a yellow cover, possibly with some kind of painting inside a circle on the center on the front.

My boss and I stood at the far end of the counter now. Just beyond us was an unlit area that looked like a living room, or even like two decent-sized living rooms separated from each other by some kind of partitions. The rooms were visible only by the fluorescent light of the office area and the deep blue morning or evening light coming in through the wall-sized windows.

The counter looked now more like an alcohol bar made out of office materials. My boss wandered around to the other side of the bar. As he did I told him, "Well, I'm really thankful to you. You took a chance on me when nobody else would..."

But my boss waved me off, as if to say, "Don't start with all that modesty stuff again." He came back around the bar and handed me another book. It was also by Marguerite Duras. It was much thinner than the first book. It had the same kind of yellow color. This book was titled Abe Diem----- or Abe Dies----- (can't remember the rest of the word). I figued the title was German.

Dream #2

I was walking on some concrete path with two other people. One was probably my sister. The other was a kind of fat man maybe my age or younger, maybe in his mid 20s.

It was a bright, sunny day. The path we walked on was like a sidewalk, and it was in a suburban neighborhood. But it was actually crossing some area between two grassy fields on either side of which were blocks of houses. The area we were walking through at first was narrow, as if there were some kind of construction trailer to our right.

At least my sister and I were carrying something. We both carried the objects slung over our shoulders. My sister carried one bag of something and a huge, black-metal frame almost like a bed frame. The frame had a bunch of figures molded into the empty space. The figures looked like toys, like army figures, or little toy-wrestling figures. The thing looked extremely awkward and heavy to carry. I may actually have felt this from my sister's point of view.

I was carrying a plastic bag with a huge pack of Huggies diapers in it. It wasn't very heavy at all.

I felt kind of guilty for carrying something so light and easy while my sister carried such a big, heavy frame. At some point either I or the other man suggested that we stop a moment, ostensibly to give my sister a break. The man stopped. I slowed down, unsure as to what our plan was. My sister kept going. She said she didn't need a break. And before long, she was altogether gone.

We were finally now just past the trailer or series of trailers that had made the place seem so narrow. We were in a grassy field, like a litte park. The guy had stopped right past the far end of the trailers. I'm pretty sure he hadn't been holding anything before. But now he set down a white, cloth bag and a black frame like the one my sister had.

I set down my bag with the huge pack of Huggies diapers. I was also carrying a small, black bag which had something square in it. I set the black bag on top of the Huggies bag, hoping that I could conceal the fact from the man that I was carrying all these diapers around with me.

The man now explained the black frame to me. He said you painted one side of the figures and then pressed them against a canvas. In this way you created some kind of big painting of all these figures.

There was also another frame, which may have been of copper or bronze. Not everybody had this second frame. But it produced a second layer on the paintings, which gave the figures "moveable arms." The arms really weren't moveable on the painting. But I guess what was meant was that the torso, legs, and head of the figures were one color, while the arms were another color.

In my mind's eye I saw a brownish-copper color canvas or paper dotted with gnarly, little paint-figures. The legs, torsos, and heads of the figures were black, while the arms were either white or a very pale, bright shade of purple.

Dream #3

I was in a movie theatre with a few other people. The movie theatre was huge, but there were only a few of us, all scattered through the first three or four rows of the theatre. Two people I was aware of were an older man with big, clear glasses and pale, blue eyes, and a young, pretty, blonde woman.

We were all here as part of some audition. Or we may actually already have been performing. But as part of this audition or performance we had to watch whatever movie was playing.

I may have been second row. Something felt very weird just to my left, as if the seats were gone, or as if something or someone was crowding me almost to the point of pushing against me.

The old man was in the row behind me. He tapped my left shoulder. He said to me, "See over there, in the front row? That boy? Even though he's a star, he wanted to be part of this thing, too. Heh, heh! He called his agent up directly and asked to be given a space down here today!"

I looked to the boy the man had pointed out. He seemed to look like Frankie Muniz from Malcolm in the Middle. But he wore a round-brimmed hat and big, thick eyeglasses. He sat in the front row, in one of the far left seats. He had seemed a little standoffish to me, though I'm not sure when he had seemed this way. But now he seemed shy, kind of fragile, and in need of a friend.

I was now sitting at a table, apparently in some kind of restaurant. The table was for four. To my right was a window wall which revealed the pink-peach light of early sunrise or late sunset, possibly over a body of water, like a huge lake.

The "star" sat caddy-corner from me at the table, eating something like cereal or oatmeal. I may have been eating or only drinking a cup of coffee. I suddenly recognized the "star." It was a man named Aki, a guy who DJ'd at a relief concert that had been held at the Japan Society.

I was excited to see him again, as I'd lost contact with him. But I remembered how shy and fragile he'd seemed as the "star" kid in the theatre. So I didn't speak too enthusiastically to him, or even let on that I knew who he was.

I asked him something about his life. He responded in a kind of quiet tone, like he was a little depressed. I thought I wouldn't press any more conversation, although it looked like he was probably getting ready to say a few more things on his own.

I had a dream where I was on a dock, with the rest of my class. There were some boats parked not 10 feet in front of us. Our teacher was an old fisherman. We were just supposed to get in the water and float. Sounds easy. I saw everyone get in.. even though some really didn't want to. We didn't have bathing suits either.

I guess I was able to get out of the swimming; because I never remember me getting in.
After a few minutes of nothing, a girl name Carlee in my class went missing.
The last time we saw her, she was in the water talking.. all the time. So we went on a search for her. Finally after a few minutes, my sister told me that the old fisherman found her inside the building behind us. "Up the stairs, to the left, to the right, and she was in that room." We don't know why she was though.

About 10 minutes before class was supposed to end, Carlee went missing again. It was getting darker outside, so everyone was worried. All the parents started showing up and her mom was crying. The dream "zoomed in" on her and showed me her crying face. Then the clock struck 3. Now it was nighttime darkness.

I never knew if they found her, but I left. I got lost in the house. I went up these flight of stairs, and found a really big restaurant with door holders outside the doors. I went back down the stairs, only to find another restaurant in the main entrance. While I was walking down the stairs I could hear them all talking merrily. Then I heard a gunshot and people screaming. More gunshots. I tried to run.. but seemed to be fumbling for something. A gun, maybe. There was one on the steps; but I failed to pick it up in my fright. I got to the end and ran to the front door as not to get hit by a gun shot. I came out the door and shut it as hard as I could, and ran. Then I thought I heard the person with the gun was behind me, I thought he was an old man. But as soon as it ran in front of me, I figured out that it was a girl about 3 years above me.. dressed in some kind of leopard print.

I yelled out to her, "Hey, can I join you?" she didn't answer; but was trying to shoot some beings that just came from her shadow.
I tried to run again; but something was pulling me back. No matter how hard I tried, I could not escape that force that was pulling me back to the house. Then I looked around for a minute. It looked a lot like my dad's house outside. Then I saw the girl running down the road. I was still being pulled back. Then I stopped completely, and I was whisked off my feet and hit the building, still trying to escape.

Then I was rudely awoken by my sister. Dang it! I wanted to see what would happen next.

This dream wasnt vivid or interesting. I was on a site that looked like dreamviews but wasnt. So i tried signing in but it didnt work. thats all i remember :/

I was again in my old dorm, I met a man that is a superhero, he seems like live in the same room as me. While he went to the bathroom, I stole his superhero costume and try to fit it to myself. I tried to switch on the lamp with no luck (but it's not Reality Check and I didn't realize anything but the broken lamp) and suddenly one part of the costume is gone

Lucid: green
Nonlicid: blue
Notes: black

Vividness: 3/5
Lucidity: 0/5

Ok, for some reason, I was spongebob squarepants. I still looked like myself, but everyone called me spongebob. I was inside a building with Patrick, which was a huge tower with a slide at the top. All of the walls were covered in blue carpet. Patrick kept going down it but I wanted to make a shortcut in the wall so I didn't have to keep walking up. I made a hole in the wall by the base and one at the top of the tower. I tried to go through the hole thinking I'd be at the top but I was in this empty room with a wooden floor. The floor shattered into pieces and I fell down. That's all I can remember, but I'm sure there was more past that.