non-lucid

I was sitting on the arm of a couch in my living room. MY mother walked in and said "why do you keep sitting on that?" In an unhappy tone.

It is a dark dank room with three black podiums in the center. On top of the podiums are bright red game show style buttons with the names of places in front of them. Covering the buttons are glass serving dishes like you cover a cake with. As I look at each button a horrific atrocity flashes through my head. I understand that each button allows me to correct a terrible moment in history, one is a natural disaster, one is a terrorist attack and the third is an unjust war. As I walk to the terrorist attact I see a flash in my head of the ripple effect of history, how in that attack was a little girl who would grow up to me a terrible demagogue. Her reign on this earth would reinstate worldwide slavery. In my mind's eye I see myself chained in a spaceship bound for the sun being killed for dissent.

I am part of some kind of dragon olympics and the dragon handler that is in first place wants to accuse me of cheating because I all of a sudden begin winning. That is to say, suddenly I know the difference between a dragon and a hole in my ass. I look down at my hands and I'm wearing huge oven mitts on each one.

Dream one was huge, lots and lots of storyline excellently written by my brain. From a V for vendetta setting and storyline to being pursued in a dreamland to a real world.

Second dream was in work then into a FPS Half life like world. The sense that one of those copters was about appear above head.

I had a dream I went to smoke pot with half the people in my class (This would be my first time, as I don't do any drugs). On our way, a police officer stopped us. He arrested us all and we were headed downtown for execution (weird. I doubt you'd even go to jail for 6 months for possession) in x days. Time lapse to death row: We were all standing in line waiting to be beheaded. I can see my friends in line ahead of me, being killed one-by-one. When I came up to be punished, the executioner started a countdown from 15. My heart was racing. 10. I panicked, and started sobbing. 5. I begged him for my life, taking out my wallet, throwing all of $300 on the ground asking for another chance. 1. The executioner put his axe down and told me I had an honest heart or something. I remember telling everyone afterward how I survived death row.

I'm not sure of the order of these dreams, but I also remember a fragment of another where I was in my friend Diorra's room playing Guitar Hero or something. Oddly enough, the room looked a lot like my friend Josh's room.

I remember going to a supermarket or something with this weird looking Mexican guy who could find the best deals on like spaghetti. I had spaghetti last night, but other than that, this was pretty random. He also had a creepy van.

Finally, I remember going to the mall into a girl's clothing store or something of the sort, with a dancing doll on each table/rack. One doll in the store would light up, and if you touched it, then another one would start singing. If you could find this one and touch it in 15 seconds, you'd get a prize. I remember having some reason to do this. Not sure exactly why, though.

Failed to recall much again. The last thing in my morning after getting ready is usually typing out my dream. :/

So anyways - I think I was in 3rd person. I was looking into a house and its rooms. A teenage girl had visited. So I looked towards my teenage boy son (speaking as if I am controlling them) and started doing romantic actions with this female. I also remember putting a birthday cake down onto a table for my son so he could age.

All I remember.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was on a subway with my friend H. We were riding above ground. It was night.

At some point we had had to switch trains. I missed the train, while H got on. I had to wait for a while to get another train.

I was then on the second train. We were high up above the ground, on some elevated platform that seemed to be a conjunction of a few different tracks, somewhere between stations. The tracks seemed to be on a floor of light beige or white plastic slats.

I got a call from H. She was at some cafe or restaurant. It may have been our original intention to eat there. But I might now have been much too delayed to meet her there. So she might have decided to eat there herself.

Dream #2

It was daytime. I had just come into a house. Outside, snow may have been covering the groud, although it was a sunny day.

I was in a huge room, which was like a mix between a living room and a study. There was a huge, wall-sized bookshelf along the left wall. There were nice chairs and couches everywhere.

I may have put something like a jacket down on the back of one of the chairs. I walked toward the back of the room, to a doorway on the left wall.

I apparently had to get to school. I had arrived home after doing something. Now I barely had time to take a shower and get dressed. Apparently the door I was walking toward was the door to a bedroom and bathroom.

But I stopped and stood right at the threshold of the door. I looked down, possibly to some book or piece of paper I was holding. I think it was a white piece of paper with sharp, scrawled writing on it in heavy, black lettering.

I felt like I didn't really need to go to school after all. I thought I would just take it easy at home. After I thought this I felt kind of guilty.

Not long after this another person may have come into the house. The person may have asked me when I was going to school. I was probably thinking of some way to skirt the question, not have to explicitly say I wasn't going to school.

Dream #3

I was in some dark room. I may have seen an old man or old woman walk past me. I follwed the person and found myself in a small theatre.

The theatre was all black. The seating area was three or four rows of moveable chairs set up on some tiered, wooden structure that had been painted black. There were two long aisles of chairs. I sat down in the front row, in the very far right.

The play was already running. The stage was just the floor, which was black, and black walls, with perhaps a black velvet curtain against the back wall. The only set piece was some kind of long sign, like a display of text for a museum, set up to run from about waist to head level on square, thin, black metal poles. Everything was lit with gentle incandescent lights.

An older woman stood in front of the sign. She had red hair and wore a long, slim, but flowing dress made out of some kind of crepe fabric. She looked a little like an older version of the mom in the 1970s version of Freaky Friday.

The woman may have given a speech and then left. Then the old man came in. He was healthy-looking, but very fat, with tough, tan skin, a bald head with grey-white hair on the sides and some rough, long sideburns. He wore a white toga that left his left shoulder bare.

Somehow I had gotten the idea that the man had killed the woman, possibly by stabbing her, but also by using some weird kind of remote technological device.

After the revelation that the man had killed the woman, there was an intermission. During the intermission I walked up to the sign-like set piece on the stage. I watched it really closely. It was like the sign was a video display playing a commercial. One image on the commercial was a red, eye-like object with grey wings, surrounded by darkness.

Apparently the second part of the play had begun. But it was now like a movie. The view was of a bedroom window, from the outside. The whole scene was lit in a deep blue light.
The old man climbed into the bedroom through the window. He was holding a knife with a 25cm, wavy blade. He crawled into bed with the woman. Apparently this was when he had stabbed her.

Well, my dream sign emerged again. Except for the very first paragraph, this is all one string of a dream. I am very excited - as I wrote it down, more pieces came together and so I put them in the right place.


Sleep. At some point during the dream, I remember being at my Grandma's, then trying to find my way to a bus stop in the dark with John, although we end up in a grass parking lot instead. We do make it to the car, though.

It's Friday― Prom night. I am at my old house with my friend John, on whom I have a crush. We have just returned from a trip somewhere (perhaps New York, since that happened in real life).* In front of the door to the garage, John has opened a box and is showing me the jewelry he bought for his female relatives. One that stood out to me in particular was a thick, blue and white carved wooden with fish and waves as a design. There is also a ring-necklace set for his mother. That ring is gold, oval-shaped, heavy-set and covered with what appear to be pearls. When I pick up the wooden ring I fancied, John says that I can have it if I want. “In fact,” he says, “you have anything from there if you want it.”


Although the ring vanishes at some point, I'm not too concerned about it. But when I take the ring, I joke that I'm “too young to get married,” call him my Romeo, and then say, “Oh, I am slain!” and collapse onto the floor dramatically. Then, we go to the kitchen, and I am shocked at the time. It's 12:22 ― no, 12:28! I'm going to be late for my Sociology class! John isn't worried about being late for class, however. He plays it cool and tells me not to worry.


I appear in my Sociology class, although it doesn't resemble a classroom. The room is shaped like a hexagon and covered in a blue/green/purple carpet. A digital clock on a stove tells me in neon green lettering that it is 12:12 (which makes perfect sense, since that class actually begins at 12:08). I have apparently just woken up from a nap, and I am a bit disoriented. So when I learn the time, I am relieved that I was not marked absent. Ms. M, my teacher, is absent from the class, so we have several substitutes. They decide to give us all candy, so they go into the supply closets and bring out gumdrops, giant fuzzy peaches, “Mommies,”* tinfoil-wrapped chocolates, and several other sweets I don't remember. Naturally, I pig out. I ask one of the substitute teachers, who resembles Ms. C (a Food and Nutrition teacher).**


Sometime during this class, I head to the washroom and bump into Sable, a classmate from Sociology is carrying a poster for “Forever 21,” which displays a blonde girl with a whole bunch of cyborg machinery coming out of her (some of it makes what resembles butterfly wings). She is naked, but her arms are over her chest and she is only shown from the side. The background is a sunset on the beach with a light rainbow hue.

I realize that I am wearing a prom dress, which is light purple instead of black, and I am worried that I am going to rip it. I find my friends Helena and Lindy, who are hosting our “pre-prom pampering” session.They told me that they got their nails done during second period. Wake.



* I think these were made up for the dream. They're circular with five bumps like arms, legs, and a head, and they puff up a bit in the middle. They are covered by a white candy coating, and when you bite into it, you taste marshmallow and gooey chocolate.
** The day of this dream, I learned from Ms. M that she fills in for Ms. C regularly because they both teach Food and Nutrition. I think that partially explains the dream.

Picking Up My Daughter

I had to pick up my daughter from school. The clock said 3:14. I probably didn't see the numbers strange because
the dream was not vivid.

Your Truck is Fixed

My mechanic called and told me my truck currently in the shop, is fixed. It would cost $114.00.
I told him I loved him because he always treats me right. My real bill will be closer to $600.00

This led into being at a restaurant where something was going on with the staff. They were involved in something.
Someone was talking to the owner about doing a survey. They wanted to use the restaurant as a church on sunday
to get a bunch of people there so that they could do a survey for something (?) on everyone who showed up.
The owner didn't want to use the restaurant for another business purpose.

24.05.2011

Zombified friends, getting late and giving healings. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was going to the mall to meet some friends, one of them was Alex (yes, from DV), and a couple more were friends from Magic The Gathering. However, all these friends were zombies.

The mall was huge and it was like a maze, so I was hopping I could find them fast. I was going to park near to it, as this mall was located in downtown. After parking and getting out from my car, I found out the streets were packed. I found it funny because it was late at night. I entered one of the malls.

The mall had several stores, but I felt I would find them. I texted them that I was going to get a few minutes late. I was going to make it at 10:02 PM, and I was supposed to make it at 10:00 PM.

I kept walking through the mall but could not find them. The stores were small and there were a ton. I wanted to call my wife, but the battery of my cell phone was totally dry.

I started to worry and walking around. A few moments later, my cell phone worked again and my wife told me I had to go by a store called, "Body Happy" I realized I recalled how to get there. I exited the mall in an interior parking lot, but I walked through it and entered other lot.

I got a text and my friends told me they needed to leave. As I was going to find them, I found some healers that were working with people in the middle of the mall. They invited me to help them to give healings to people, so as my friends left, I felt like it.

While I was giving healings, one lady smoking started to talk with me when I woke up.

24.05.2011

Following cars (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I do not recall this dream and I can barely read my journal, lol.

- Following cars
- They were bouncing.
- Got and talked to him.
- Got to the chase.
- Voice said that liked to see what happened.

Nightmare Demon
I am in a strange place that looked like the aftermath of a nuclear detonation. Flat and barren, a hot wind blows across the landscape. The sky is a ominous dark red color, there are three moons hanging up there, three different sizes, and this clearly shows I am not on Earth. I don't pay much attention to the moons in the sky, my attention is focused more on the largest thing in the area. There is a demon there, it is about 50 feet tall at my best estimate, and it is really ugly. It has four arms with razor sharp talons, and eyeballs all over its body that are looking rapidly around the area… except for the ones that are focused on me.

I dive to the side just in time to dodge a swipe from the things massive claws, it roars some unearthly screech and attacks me again. It tries to stomp me flat, I actually jump up on the thing's foot, it seems to be the safest place to be since it is unlikely to cut off its own foot. The thing throws me off of its foot and then throws a fireball at me, which I roll to the side and dodge. I attack back with my Witchblade sword, the thing's skin is like armor. But not the eyeballs… I sink my sword into one of the eyeballs, and it pops… YUCK… releasing a gush of white goop, the demon roars in rage and throws me off. There is a pod on the demon's chest, and it splits open now. Zombies emerge from the resultant hole. Waves of zombies.

I use Divide by Disturbed to split myself up into 256 of myself, all of me attacks the zombies emerging from the demon. Still other instances of me attack the demon directly, jumping at it, flying at it, attacking the eyeballs, the weak spots. I'm not sure what caused me to get into a fight with this demon, but I feel if I don't continue fighting someone will be in danger, I need to keep the thing attacking me instead of someone else… MoSh? Sam? I think that could be it. The fight continues for a while longer. Many instances of me have put out many of the demon's eyes, so the demon is dripping white goop and pissed. But I notice that some of the eyes are regenerating… they had been gross holes spilling goop, now they're healing… they still look gross, but I can see the eyeball inside, regenerating.

I am about to take another attack, but my feelings change… there is no more need to keep this demon occupied... it can go about its own business now. The many instances of me form back into one and I wake.

Scattered Dreams, recall has already improved slightly so that's encouraging.

Earlier on I remember a few nightmares with snakes.

I'm in school, visiting, not really sure what school it's supposed to be, nothing looks familiar. It's a hot summer day with bright sunshine and my parents are here. I'm walking around when I see my old French teacher and decide to go say hi to her, but I approach a stranger's back.. Then my old math and French teacher call out to me. They are sitting close by and I go say hey! to them. They ask me whether I've heard about the new place ot eat and I'm like, what..Cinnabon? They say it's a place I've probably never ate at before and decide to take me there. We walk and I look down at my clothes, realizing I'm wearing a really shirt sundress. I wonder how I managed ot get away with wearing this in front of my parents..and wonder whether I should go back and change. We make our way across a street and the whole dream goes dark, that is, dusk settles in suddenly. I realize we're in front of some outback steak-esque place; I never dine in those kind of places. Dreams transitions.

It's nighttime now and my dad and I are getting something from Cinnabon. We are in a carnival type place, but it's still my college. We make negotiations about what to get and debate over how long the line is. No events of consequence.

At some point my parents are gone, I'm in a weird little movie theatre kind of place. Rita's trying to order something from the waiter whilst laughing hysterically, the waiter turns out to be Al. He shares the amusement and laughs a lot as well. I head over to a little Paki banquet, really dark, kind of like a lecture hall with food in first row. I inspect some kabobs and they seem unfresh, Kamran tells me they are form his dad and to check out the ones on the right side as they are fresh. They look all right so I take one. My dad's there as well, and he tells me we should hurry, and I wonder what his reaction is to me knowing everyone. We leave.

Now for some reason me and Gus have gotten back form a club, we're in a dark lobby wherein some guy proceeds to criticize my appearance. I encourage him to be honest, and then when the lights turn on I give him a really loud yelling.

It's move-out day again, seems I'm outside of Truman/Kennedy. There is a child that is my brother who's misbehaving so he's sitting in the corner. A couple of doctors arrive, they're half-Polish (as I figured form their last name) and half-Paki (as I figured form what they look like). It was really funny because I took note of their names and thought: yeah, this is a detail I'll need ot remember for my DJ. My dad looks at them admirably and i think about how he idolizes doctors.

There are a bunch of fragments and stuff that I just can't access.

This time, I was in the bathroom of my own home, but I was quite confused. My toilet is in a very small room, with space for the toilet, and then space infront of it for the door to open. I noticed the toilet was indeed, very dirty again. The water level was also very low, and the cleaning block which turns the water blue had run out. Instead, I decided to use a second toilet which happened to appear in my bathroom in the space where the door opened. I realised while sitting on this toilet, that the back of the toilet was touching my right shoulder, and that wasn't normal at all. The paper dispenser had also been taken off the wall, and a new, cheaper one put on the other side of the room. This had me thoroughly confused, until of course! My dad had been taking the toilet out of his bathroom and put it into my bathroom for a while, how could I forget!

I'm starting to think perhaps dirty toilets are a dream sign, this is the 3rd toilet dream this week.. perhaps I just really need to replace the cleaning block! I'm going to start doing RC's whenever I walk into my toilet

This isn't the first time i've had a dream about mario, I have another that I wrote in my dream journal a couple of weeks ago.

The setting for this level of mario was in space, dark, starry and beautiful, but the level illuminated well. I remember finding coins ontop of a large wall, where my friend Toby was. I then modified the level to build the wall even higher, making it out of something reminiscent of Minecraft obsidian. I then remember finding a group of the aliens from Toy Story, who followed me around. The level then swapped to a side on view, where I had to use the aliens and make them all illuminate, and each had a timer. As soon as they all lit up in a square, they spouted coins.