Non-Lucid Dreams
21.05.2011Orange Fist Sized Bee (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was in the country, in a wooden house. Something happened with a bee as big as a fist. It was orange. The bee tried to sting me a couple times, and I was somehow worried. I recall I was with several family and friends. I recall large wooden tables, and eating some food. I was somehow happy as I was having a good time. I was only a little worried about the bee.
Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake] Night of May 20-21 I'm in the upstairs bedroom of a house. Built into one wall is the entrance to a long slide, which I go down. The first part of the slide is plastic, tubular, and constantly curves back and forth in random directions. After a bit, the plastic tube slide connects smoothly to another section of slide, this one made of polished, light-colored wood. The wooden portion of the slide turns through 90-degree corners in between straight runs, and it goes through a series of spacious rooms that are made of the same light wood. Later, I'm back in the upstairs bedroom again, with some other people who want to go down the slide. I describe to them what the slide is like. Night of May 21-22 I'm in the main hallway that runs through the middle of my church. There are tables lined up in the hallway, and I'm sitting behind one of them. Other people from my church are sitting behind the other tables. We're all talking to each other about the church activities we do. [This was all day residue. This dream was essentially a replay of what I had just done that day in real life at our church's spring talent festival. I count this dream as further evidence in favor of the hypothesis that dreams are produced when your brain is recording the day's experiences in long-term memory.] [I had a lucid dream in the next cycle, but I've forgotten a lot of the details. The following paragraphs contain what I do remember of that dream.] I realize I'm dreaming and think, Oh, cool. I'm dreaming. That means I can do anything I want to. I find myself in a rectangular room in which all the walls are full-length mirrors. I look at my reflection and notice that I have my long hair and bangs again [which was the hairstyle I had for most of my life until last October], and that my bangs are chopped off all unevenly, with little sections that end in different lengths. I either exercise, or just think about, two or more of the dream abilities I've already learned [I'm not really sure, because I don't remember this part very well], and then I decide to try an ability I've never tried before: changing my appearance. I close my eyes and visualize what I want my reflection in the mirror to look like when I open them: I want to see myself as an old woman, with my hair gray, but still long. I open my eyes, only to find that it didn't work. My reflection still looks the same as it did before. The thought of trying to shapeshift into some kind of animal crosses my mind, but I decide not to because no animal that I particularly want to turn into comes to mind. [Different dream, later in the night.] I'm visiting my boss's house, which is huge and very nice. My boss gives me a very kind, generous compliment about my after-school teaching. He says something along the lines of, “You're a great teacher. You treat them like people.” [“Them” meaning the students.] I'm very flattered. I go outside my boss's house. There is a small, private jet parked outside. A group of people I know and I are about to leave on a trip somewhere in the jet. Before we leave, I decide to go and use the portable restrooms that are located on the opposite side of the grassy field I'm in. One of them is a standard portable restroom, and the other is bigger and wider; it was removed from a commercial airplane, I know. [It made sense in the dream.] I can't get into either of them, though, because my mom is blocking the entrance to them. She tells me that I can't come in because P. is in the restroom right now. ------------------------------------------- Side notes: In real life, I have two jobs, each with a different boss. The boss who appeared in my dream was not the one from my after-school teaching job; he was the one from my office job. It makes sense, though, in a sideways kind of way, that Office Boss would compliment me on my teaching in a dream. Two things that I know I really, deeply want are for my teaching efforts to be appreciated and for Office Boss to like me. I think my mind just combined the two desires and had Office Boss express appreciation of my teaching. (Office Boss has seen me teach in real life, but only once.) This dream, and the one I had on March 26 about being hired for that one job (which I did not get hired for in real life, by the way), lead me to this observation: Sometimes, when you really, really want something to happen in real life, your mind will grant you your desire in a dream. Cool, my first attempt at forging. It was unsuccessful, but I'm not really surprised. I'm looking forward to continuing to work on that skill. I begin to understand why we have a thread devoted to pictures “for daily lucid inspiration.” Lucid dreaming is beginning to feel routine and unremarkable, even when I'm in a lucid dream. It felt that way in this one. My initial excitement about the phenomenon has worn off. Now I see why one would want a source of daily lucid inspiration.
No dreams from friday night on account of the fact that I don't even remember what I did while I was awake friday night. Last night I remember three not-so-detailed dreams 1: I was adopting a neopet from someone, but the pet was two socks that had been made out of seaweed. When I was adopting the pet the water conditions were not right (read: pH and temperature) so the pet didn't evolve correctly, but I happened to like the messed up one better. 2: I was going to some event in downtown LA and so I was staying in a hotel there. I was really excited because then I could go to Little Tokyo and get yummy japanese food. There were a bunch of details about my excursions that I remembered, but then I fell back asleep and couldn't remember them. 3: I was talking to this girl on a facebook inbox. We usually recommend indie music to each other. She sent me a message saying "You should check out Taylor Swift and Eminem". It was weird because that is the opposite of the music we usually send, + obviously, being a teenager, I know who they are already.
Lucid Thrift Store I'm in some kind of thrift store, which is a regular living room but with a rack of clothes. I see Heather's new clothes she bought for her birthday the other day (in real life) on top of the rack. She wouldn't donate those, I think. I am instantly lucid. The dream is difficult to connect with for whatever reason. I rub my hands together for stability but realize I have mittens on. I remove them and try again. I sit on the floor for a moment, thinking of what I want to do in a dream. I try to recall my goals. An eastern women is at a cash register and is doing a little dance. It is very simple but she acts very proud, as if it took her months to perfect it. She looks over to me and offers me acid after she's done. I close my eyes and she places a tab of acid on my tongue (I "know" this happened, but didn't actually feel it occur.) Suddenly my body is knocked from a sitting position to my head on the floor. I lose lucidity. The dream spins into a different room, a different scene: Dylan Returns I am in my ex-beloved's living room (not a replica of real life at all). It has very nice hardwood floors which I admire. We are hanging out, catching up. He offers to bring me to the ATM with him or something. We are in his car. I ask if he has his license and he responds that he doesn't. He goes through the ATM and we drive somewhere else. We are now on a beach. He is tattooing Bart Simpson onto my foot. I look at my foot a lot and think of how sketchy the lines are and if I'll regret this. I have a discussion with someone else on the beach of how stupid water shoes are.
Sorry i havn't posted in a while; my dream recall went down the drain for a while... anyway, back to the dream! i was back at my brother's graduation ceremony. After all the speeches were over, i saw my brother start walking away. Everyone except me and him disappeared. We were suddenly outside, and it was getting dark. I started to run after my brother, who was walking away. My legs wouldnt work. I found myself standing alone in the dark in the middle of a huge feild, watching my brother leave.
Non-Lucid (Side Notes) ( May 20th, 2011 - I have to say this dream is extremely scattered and pretty annoying to read. I remembered very little so I just blabbered on and on trying to fit some things together.) I remember in one, I was on an Island (not like a remote island in the middle of nowhere. More like...A place like Hawaii..) part of it, I remember chasing the Backstreet Boys down a street and hugging Howie, then I screamed “ I'm fat Nick, so slow down.” even though he wasn't far ahead. Sarcastic humor ftw! They laughed then Nick turned around, wrapped his arms around me and picked me up to twirl me in a hug. He even said I love you! I think it happened twice in my twice that I hugged Howie and Nick. They walked under a bridge and disappeared. There was a group of people on some sort of stands to my right and one girl asked who they (BSB) were and I just sang “Backstreet's Back, Alright!” At some point, I was standing line with a bunch of girls and we were attempting to sing and do the dance to everybody. I sang badly and the girls next to me barely sang and we failed. I ended up hurting my knee somehow and I was laying on the ground with a bunch of people around me; one guy holding my knee in place so I couldn't hurt it more. I remember crying and asking where the ambulance was but they said something about being too far on the island for one to come so we waited for a helicopter or a boat...idk...someone landed on my knee at some point and people laughed. Kind of happy that finally in my dreams, people help me and worry when I get hurt instead of ignoring me like they used to in em. I had a school related dream and I don't remember a lot at all. In another, I was with some kid and I think he had the hots for me...don't remember a whole lot except for laying on my stomach on the floor and wondering if he was going to..do my butt... By that point, I had walked to a door cuz he had to check on some kids and his father was coming and we wanted to get the kids to greet him. I stood in the doorway and remember screaming something like “hey all you beautiful blonde kids, go have fun!” and some girl smiled and idk... then we went outside with neighbors so his dad wouldnt catch me and yeah.. I REMEMBER RYAN FROM CELTIC THUNDER WAS IN ANUDDER DREAM! It was some big room with a bunch of table desks..I was walking around outside and there was a “vending” machine by the entrance with cigarettes sticking out and I picked one but someone with me said no cuz they wanted to check and see if it was a good one...then I picked another and it like...exploded in my face or the tobacco shit from inside got in my face so I went back through the room, to a door that lead to stairs. I went down one flight. Took a short left and down another until I found a bathroom called “Men” and idk why I entered but I did. Two stalls, very narrow, small sink to the left. I went to the sink as a girl came out of the left stall and she was black..very gross floor cuz there was urine and poop on it. I washed my face off then left... saw a “teacher” standing infront of all the table desks and we had these little pamphlets we were suppose to write in a bout a certain country and I wanted Ireland but they said something like “Oh it's taken” or some shit about me not being from there. I wanted to see Ryan but Ic ouldn't so I just..left.. then I was outside by lahouts here in lincoln and it was dark, deserted, and wet outside. It was suddenly chrismas eve with no snow and I guess it was a tradition to play outside at night as a kid the day before christmas..weird shit...I wanted to lay and cry and wait for Ryan so I sat in a chair near the steps. A woman close by started screaming and I looked and saw a kid (about 7-9 years old) jumping into a stroller and attacking a baby. The mom started crying and I did too..then people from nearby started running up to them to help...I walked across the street to where that mall shit is and waited until I saw mom walk out with a container in her hands with yummy food and she walked across to the mall parking lot and...yeah..then it ended.. I almost had a lucid dream. I remember laying in bed and I had my eyes partially closed but I could see my room and I was seeing weird shit as if I was slipping into a dream. I kept slipping in and out and I remember recording with my camera and feeling cool that I was controlling that shit....I am pretty sure it was a false awakening as I honestly thought I was awake and shit LOL.
I had a Spider-man dream. I'm not sure how lucid I was, or if I was at all. But I remember web zipping and web swinging around the huge oak tree near my house. Incredible Hulk dream. I was at this area that had several large lakes connected to eachother, and I had the powers of Hulk. I was running around smashing the ground, and moon jumping. I jumped into a lake, and I was going to fight alligators, but the dream ended. Slayer Dream. I was with slayer, and some other girl, and we were riding on electric bikes. I distinctly remember calling him by his real name. Acatalephobic dream. Acata was over my house, and she wanted me to go bike riding. My bike had to flat tires, but I decided to go anyway. She was faster than me, so I just followed her around most of the time
Non-Lucid (Side Notes) May 19th, 2011 - I will try my best to remember my dream. I am not capable of remembering full things so I can have loads of paragraphs on it, but I can have minor bits and pieces that will help improve my memory and dream recall. These are in no specific order unless I state so. I remember being in a hotel room and Mom telling me she got me an Agent of some sort and that I was going to meet them in a few days to discuss possible acting gigs. There was a paper with a line I had to practice but I can not remember what it was. I do remember at some point saying “I'll be waking up soon anyways. This is just a dream!” or something along those lines, but I did not become lucid. It then skipped a bit to where I was in some sort of psychiatric hospital ( more like the psyh. ward in a prison.) I think I was originally supposed to be shooting a scene or meeting with some big wigs because of the Agent mom got me previously, but that changed. If I remember correctly, I had a white t-shirt on under some sort of button-up smock of a dark greenish color ( like the strong-hold clothes they make suicidal people wear at the hospital in Concord) and pants made of the same thick material. A guard who was dressed in a uniform that resembled deputies in small country towns (greenish colored) were about with batons/night-sticks. There were two different executions going on but I am not sure if they were jokes or not though I did get the sense in my dream that they were joking. I had to use the bathroom so I headed to the communal one and I remember being in a narrow stall going pee-pee. Some random people were leaving as I went. I started feeling tired in my dream as I usually do when I am close to waking up. A guard with blonde hair twirling a night-stick came in to see why was taking so long. He almost resembled a semi-younger version of Anthony Michael Hall, but a pointier nose like Patrick Wilson's. It took me a couple minutes to wipe myself because I was weak and tired. At that point, another guard – a black one – came in and was about to open the side of the stall but I screamed: “Don't come in, I'm naked!” As a joke I flushed the toilet then waltzed out of the stall and yelled “free ballin” . I was fully clothed and magically wearing some sort of black spandex type pants. The black guard left and the other one watched as I washed my hands. I think he made a few cracks about taking too long to rinse my hands and about taking too much paper towels which was when I said I liked to use a lot. I remember talking to him about not remembering much about why I was there and I think he thought I was a tranny because he was talking about something....and motioning to his neck as if I had an adam's apple. I said something like “Well I can't remember a whole lot due to my accident...” and at that point, we walked down the hall where a few “patients” and a guard were gathered. Someone was wrapped up like a mummy and hanging by their neck. The Guard chopped the persons head off and it rolled to the ground. I remember jumping back and being scared while the guard escorting me continued walking. I had to squeeze between the dead body and patients, then step around the head when a girl screamed “BOO!” and I muttered something like “stop you fucking whore”. I woke up a few minutes later. Very odd dream indeed. I am really hoping to improve my dream recall and have more vivid dreams because I am really ticked off at the fact that I can only remember small fragments. It's hard describing them that way.
I was watching Zombieland and totally just remembered my dream from last night. I was in a dark cave or castle or something, and this girl fell off a cliff and hit the ground. She didn't move, so I assumed she was dead. I didn't want to just leave her body there, all exposed and whatnot, so I found some white cloth and submerged it in water, so that when I dropped it, it fell straight down on top of her. After it covered her, she leaned up and tried to breathe in, but the wet cloth was suffocating her. She scrambled frantically to remove the sheet, but each time she got one layer off, there was another underneath. The choking and screaming she made was horrible. Eventually she was dead. That was definitely one of the most f'd up dreams I've ever had.
Fragments of leaving my house and going to some place that looked liek my church.
I was in my bedroom except it was incredibly small. My brother and I were watching some movie in the small room. My dad walked in and he started shouting at me. He said "You better stop watching these movies because you are going to be late for school". I looked at the time and realised I was extremely late for school. I ran into the bathroom and started to brush my teeth but I missed most of the time. I dropped my toothbrush and ran to get dressed. I then went outside and the dream faded. Realism: 4 Vividness: 7 Daily Residue: No Lucid Aids: None EDIT: I forgot to say that I was saying something about forgeting Oden from Macbeth or something like that.
Updated 05-22-2011 at 06:53 PM by 34000
No meditation My friend and I were in a huge butchery and we were ordering some meat. The butcher was a huge guy who seemed quite annoying. My friend went off and bought a Spar Letta. He then pulled a pork skewer out of nowhere and started stabbing the butcher (or the can i can't tell which). The butcher got pissed off and sent us out of the butchery. Realism: 3/10 Vividness: 6/10 Lucid Aids: None
I was playing resedent evil 1, moving the charracter with my mind. It was creeping me out. I was in a dark hallway, dimmly lit with a red carpet and earth toned walls. On the right side of the screen a wooden table with a candle. A zombie was walking down the hallway towards me I got scared and aimed my avatars gun and missed. The zombie got close to my avatar and was ready to bite. The dream ended.
Chad and I where exploring a weird apartment that looked like a part of the old house I used to live in. Only it was more of a survivor horror game in first person that we where really in. We where unlocking points for rewards. There was clutter all over and disturbing sites. We where walking towards an exit and suddenly a spiky monster that came up to my knee that had long barbed tenticals attacked us. We ran away and picked up wooded flutes to fight it with. I tossed chad a pointed flute, I held two flutes. The one in my right hand had a sharp hook on it and the one in my left was blunt ended. I dazed the monster with my right flute and bashed it on the head with my left flute. The dream ended.
First dream: I had apparently stolen some money, and I'm hiding from the police at my parents house. I decide that I need to go to another country, else the police will catch me. So I go to some country with snow, and people that look a bit Chinese, so I guess I went to China. I lived in a big house with lots of people, and the only way in and out of the house, was through a small hole in the roof, where you had to crawl through dirt to get in and out. I remember being afraid of using my phone, and call my parents, because the police might track me down if I did. I then decide to go back to my parents, and explain to them what had happened and where I had been. I remember talking to my parents, and in the middle of the conversation, I shave off my beard and eat it(I'm serious, I did that in the dream. Probably the weirdest thing I have EVER done in a dream). I don't recall anymore of that dream. Second dream: This dream was kind of in a third-person-view. I'm in America and theres an election. I don't know what for. There's this guy handing out flyers about himself, encouraging people to vote for him. Three men get angry with him for doing so, and they kidnap him in his own van. They take him to a big mansion, where there's a big swimming pool. The three guys are elite swimmers, and they show off their skills to the guy they kidnapped. For some reason one of the guys is very good at swimming backwards, and he shows his skills and his two friends are very impressed(this is also so god damn weird). I don't recall anymore of that dream. Jacob.
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