non-lucid

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

May 22, 2011: A woman and a young guy (18 or 19) are in a car with 17th or 18th century style chairs, and no roof. The woman gets out and goes to the door of a large building.
They are both like characters from the Matrix, in attitude and appearance. They are wearing long coats.
The Boy thinks he knows everything, but is wrong. He thinks a man loves the woman, but the person is actually a woman. The boy has chocolate on his mouth as he talks in a serious tone.

A corner of the building, near the door, looks like the walls are made of human skin and painted over. The woman lifts the thin walls, they were just lightly glued together. She says the wall is full of guns, or weapons.
Inside, there is a secret room, where experiments or some secret activities are done.

Now I am part of the action, not just observing. I hear someone say there is a new species.
Suddenly, an alien monster appears, although I don't see it. I run and jump on top of a wall. The creature sees me and runs very fast towards me. I shoot at it but the bullets are useless. It jumps at.

I yell out "Stop! Pause!" and the creature stops in mid-air. I have no idea what to do. I say "I guess I just... get killed." Then the creature gets me and i wake up.

So I really want to get back in the hang of things.

I slept for a really long time and have a bit of recall, but not much.

I think I'm back in uni and I'm climbing a building to it's very top. I somehow end up in Felix's room, which is very wide and gray, and well protected. It doesn't seem to have nay door, just a small attic-like entrance on the carpeted floor. It's pretty high up. I walk around, I get a little anxious that Felix might come up here and find me and think I went here intentionally. But then I'm like, no way. Lo and behold, the attic door starts moving, and I see his hands making their way up. I get really panicked and wonder how the hell am I going to explain myself. I make it obvious I'm in there and he stops moving and is like..uhmmmmm..who is this? So I tell him..hehe..it's Rabia..I didn't realize this was your room. I make up some lame excuse and he accepts it with ease. Funny he is not freaked out that I'm in his room. Before he even gets up there, I'm already talking regularly as if nothing happened.

There was another dream I can't remember much in which I spoke to him for a really long time, and discovered that he was actually a really dull person. I remember waking up kind of panicked, and feeling relieved it was just a dream. It was a bad dream, all right.

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I had a really vivid dream that i was a native American with a white feather on top, no shirt, muscular torso, tanned, beaded hair, and leather pants. It was like a really stereotypical look, and I was in this land where there where these weird hay bundles. What made them so weird is they where thick and looked like statues that tied them together. They where below this beautiful canyon with golden brown soft dirt and there where pretty patterns on the canyon walls. The canyon looked like this. The dog thingy is what I saw all over the canyon, only they where 3D.



I twas really pretty and I think I was on a spiritual journey. Really loved it.

I didn't post Friday or Saturday's dreams. Not because I was lazy. Not because I couldn't remember them. They're just personal and I would rather people not read them. Alrighty. Unfortunately, last night was just snippets of images. I don't remember very much. Oh, and my chocolate dream sign emerged again.


Sleep. I am at my cottage, and when I open the door to go outside, I startle the birds who have made nests in the corners of the awnings.

I am on a city bus going from my highschool to the local mall. For some reason, I need to switch buses even though I only need to on Tuesdays. The bus I am on is closer to a coach bus instead of a city bus, and I tell the bus driver that the bus is fancier than I expected. She ignores me. When the bus gets to the mall, I get off and head towards the Tim Horton's, which has set up a bake-sale on the sidewalk just outside. I have a bad feeling about the price of the muffins, but I decide to buy one anyway. I'm about to purchase a banana-nut muffin when I see the chocolate muffins. I take one of those instead and go to the cash register. According to that, the muffin is $2.95 including tax. I am shocked at the increase in price, and the cashier apologizes. I am opening my change purse, and I happen to have three loonies in there (even though I normally have less than $2.00 at a time). Just as I am about to pay, that snippet fades. Wake.

I was begging my friends to come to McDonalds with me. It was about 2am. Nobody wanted to come. So I ended up just driving myself. I went to McDonalds and went in. Inside there was a really fat 8 year old Mexican kid. (He looked like a small Gabriel Iglacias). And he was holding the hands with a another little kid, maybe 3 years old. The person taking the orders was like “Where is your parents.” And he was just being a big snob and saying “You don’t have to know. Just make me my burgers, bitch.” Then an old guy walked into McDonalds and was like, “HEY! Are you old enough to be taking care of that 3 year old???” The little kid was like “You can’t tell me what to do!!!” And he started running. The old guy chased after him. The kid got chased out of McDonalds and into the parking lot. He tripped. The old guy caught up. Once the old guy caught up, he started spanking the kid. The end... I guess.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! For those of you who has read my previous entries, you must have figured out I love fishing. Had a pretty long dream last night, was going fishing in the northern regions of Sweden.

22.30: Sleep

05.10: Going fishing and calling 911 for a ride
I'm at our vacation cabin up in northern Sweden. The upper floor is shaped just like our old house I grew up in and I'm standing in the TV room. There are rooms all around us and my cousin Therese is in one of them, trying to sleep. Somehow everyone in the house has trouble sleeping. I take a piss and go back to bed.

The dream skips. It's morning, I walk down the stairs and greet Therese at the bottom. "I barely slept at all last night" she tells me. I feel very tired myself. "I only slept for five hours, but I'm going fishing so I don't mind!" I say happily. I spot two small plastic containers on a coat hanger, there's a small fishing bobber with some hooks inside. I grab them and head out the door, my mom's taking me to some elderly couple who lives far out in the woods, apparently the fishing there is great.

The dream skips. I'm in town and we're waiting for our ride to come. I know it's going to be atleast another twenty minutes, and I can't wait for that long. I spot a very long row of phones hanging on the wall. I pick the first one up and call 911. I let the phone be and do the same with the next, and the next. I do this with atleast ten phones before I hear a lady's voice.

I introduce myself politely. "I'm just wondering if you could send me a ride, you see I have a bad ankle" I say. "Well ofcourse, it will be there in ten minutes" she tells me and I hang up. I put the rest of the phones back in place and head towards the nearest fishing gear store. I enter the store and spot a very advanced fishing bobber on the wall. 120 kr. I grab it and hands it to the guy in the register. I'm wearing my winter jacket for some reason. I bring out my wallet and the guy almost starts drooling over it. No idea why, I hand him 200 kr and get my change.

I leave the store on a high platform thingy, my mom's next to me. Soon we arrive at the parking lot and I can see the ambulance up ahead. It's a regular Volvo but coloured like an ambulance. I tell them I need help to get down and they help me. Ofcourse I have to fake the injury a bit, but my other leg has fallen asleep so I have a real limp. I get in the backseat of the ambulance and there's two girls in there with me.

They seem excited for some reason. I show them my code generators you need for WoW. They seem amused by them. I bring out my phone and realise it's broken. A small piece of plastic has come off and my mom calls me. I put the plastic back on and answer it. The thing falls off and the call breaks up. I hold it tight and call her again, she seems to be worried about me just taking off.

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 6 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Long dreams are always fun.

Keep on dreaming. HARE BRA!

Dream - Lucid

I was in my porch. For some reason, I needed to make a dress...out of wood? I didn't fully understand it in the dream either, but I guess that's dreams for ya.

Anyway, I went outside into the backyard to see if I could find a tree I could use. My mom was there too. We were discussing which one my dad wouldn't mind us cutting down. There's one that we were thinking would be perfect, it's in the right corner of the yard. It had a name, but I don't remember what it was.

I don't remember how this happened, but we had a lot of boards of wood. I remember seeing it in neat piles. The wood was then somehow carved into the shape of a giant person. I feel like my mom did this. It was almost mannequin-like, but with a little more detail. It was somehow alive, and I had to fight it. It was really bizarre. I was in the porch again, and the wood-person was in the kitchen (attached to the porch). My mom was there, not sure if she was fighting it or not, but she was in the kitchen with it. I suddenly had a sword, and when I hit the giant wood-person with the sword, it bounced off. Duh, it's wood. But it was supposed to work, at least that's what I understood. The wood-person had a knife and was trying to fight me with the knife.

I then remember the sword getting hit out of my hand, or I dropped it. Either way, I didn't have it anymore. I remember the wood-person talking to me about the sword and how it was trying to decide which knife to use. It pulled out a variety of knives as I looked for my sword. I picked up what looked like a very short sword, but I didn't think it was mine. I remembered mine being longer.

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I was waking up in a hospital bed. Next to me, in another bed, was my coworker, Shelly. I remember feeling my chest hurt. I then figured out that we had heart surgery. I don't remember why, but we did. The doctor, who was a girl my age, I think she was someone I know but I can't remember who, told me she put Shelly and I "in sync" with each other, meaning that we would think the same way for awhile. It was interesting.

I remember us getting up out of our beds, and leaving the hospital. We were on the exact same wavelength! It was so awesome, we were laughing and carrying on and having a good time. I could feel our hearts beating together at the exact same pace at the exact same time. We were basically finishing each other's sentences. I remember us walking inside some school that looked like my old middle school. We were so happy! We kept telling everyone that we were "in sync". I remember something about a video game system and its games...I think it was the SNES.

Then, I remember the "in sync"-ness starting to wear off. We were still getting along, but it wasn't nearly as well and we weren't as joyful anymore. I remember wanting that "in sync"-ness back. I thought maybe the doctor could reset it.

Throughout the dream, I kept feeling random pains in my chest. I had kept forgetting that I had had heart surgery. The pain reminded me, though.

DJ Log: May 23, 2011 – 8:15AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am riding a bicycle around the parking lot of our local shopping mall. The bicycle moves at will, as I do not have to pedal it at all. Another cyclist asks me, "What kind of bike is that? It looks like it works pretty good." I reply, "It's a piece of junk that I cobbled together from random junk. Have a nice day." I grab the handlebars and the bike takes off through the middle of the parking lot.

Quitting smoking was the worst thing I could have ever done to the dream world. I had zero-recall for about 2 months and have just recently been able to recall small fragments. I usually won't post a fragment to my online dream journal unless I can make at least 3 good sentences out of it. I've had a lot of fragments, at least 3-4 per night for the last few days. This one is the first in which I can recall some dialogue between a dream character and myself. Hopefully this is the beginning of the end of my lack-of-nicotine-induced dry spell.

I need to argue my case about whether or not I am a winner of a contest.

Today I am auditioning for some kind of american idol singing show. Randy Jackson is behind the table with two other people that I don't recognize. I have shoulder length brown hair that is dripping wet and I'm wearing a flannel shirt and torn jeans. The judges are laughing at me for being unprofessional and I wait for them to finish. When they do, I sing my first song, Pearl Jam's Yellow Ledbetter, which blows them away. They tell me that I am going to hollywood.

I reply that I am ready for my next audition and they look confused. I comb my wet hair back slick and am suddenly wearing a gray and black pinstripe suit. Randy looks at me, impressed, and says "go for it dawg." I break into frank sinatra's "My Way" and the dream fades.

I am going to school in chicago but I've been offered a job in Montreal. I am going through my closet looking for things to wear. I also need to pack. After I find a button up light pattern shirt I start stuffing the rest of my room into three compact suitcases. I am not sure where my suitcases are at first but I find them packed inside of one another underneath my bed. My room is squalid and lit by an ugly harsh florescent light. Once I am done I go outside and realize that I am supposed to be playing in a baseball game. It's nighttime and the field is lit with huge outdoor lights. My team is yelling at me because I am not wearing my uniform.

I run back to my room and start dumping my suitcases on the ground, searching for my baseball uniform. People are coming into my room and asking me if I am ready to move to Montreal, If I have enough warm clothes. I say is it going to be that much colder than chicago?

They reply, "aren't you from louisiana?" and laugh. At that moment I find my base ball shirt and run back out to the diamond.

Can't recal much. Just it was in local area. Pottery at some stage and driving.

I can only remember me standing in the middle of the road looking at a bridge with runners running under. They were in pairs of 2. One person was wearing a multiple colored purple outfit along with the other. Most of them were wearing multi colors like that.
I remember seeing a girl I knew running past me backwards and smiling.

My first dream took place in a restaurant where I was sitting at a table with my girlfriend, my dad, and his ex-wife, Jen. Apparently they were going to give their marriage another shot (after one date?) after 5 years of divorce. We basically went out to eat somewhere shitty (I don't remember how the food tasted). Jen was abnormally quiet, but this might have to do with the fact I haven't seen her in 5 years and my subconscious didn't really know what personality to give her in my dream.

The next dream I remember somehow made a switch between me playing The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion to Runescape. I'm not sure what I was doing in Oblivion, but I remember dropping some stuff because I had a full pack. Levi got bored of watching me and wanted to show me how to make a zerker on Runescape. I kept dying and he got pissed at me after a bit.

Another dream involved me getting glasses (I am going to be getting another pair soon) and not being able to see out of my left eye while they were on. I looked at them, and noticed a sticker I hadn't removed. I also realized I had never been to the eye doctor, so the glasses must be those cheap ones you buy from Kmart.

Next, I had a dream that Rosas's dad was going ballistic over something and yelling and screaming at her and her brother for something stupid. I still had my guitar, which I held relaxed on my leg as i was trying to tune it. There was some sort of locking mechanism near the bottom of the backside of the body. I should have picked up on the fact that I even had a guitar in the first place, as mine was taken away.

My fifth and final dream was a dream I have had once before, I remember. I was outside a tall building, circling it with my friend, Nick. We were looking for an empty office to throw a bomb into. We were both armed with concealed pistols, and I had a set of like 6 more in that plastic stuff you buy toys in that's so hard to get open. In one of the windows we passed, a man picked up his phone, looking at us as he did, so I chucked the bomb into the window and we began to run. By the time we turned the corner, a cop had his gun out and pointed at us. Our guns weren't drawn and I believe we surrendered our weapons. We got down on the ground, and I don't remember much else after that.