non-lucid

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.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was a bright, clear day. Charles Bronson lay on his back on a stone step or bench that felt like it was either the top bleacher section of some really tall stadium or some high point on a building.

Charles Bronson was naked except for a diaper, which he was currently wetting. A young, pretty blonde woman sat at Bronson's feet, waiting to change Bronson. From the look in her eyes she liked the fact that Bronson wore diapers and wet them.

Dream #2

A woman was on stage right before or at the beginning of an event like the Oscars. She gave a short speech and then said that the announcer for the show would be out to present in one moment.

The stage and the theatre seemed really large while the woman had been speaking. I had seen everything from a far back, high up row. But now, as the woman left the stage through a door to the left, my view followed her. The woman walked out into a fluorescent lit hallway. I turned back to look in at the theatre. The place looked really small.

My view was back inside the theatre, as if hovering just above the people in the first rows. A kind of old man walked in through the door through which the woman had left. The man may have made some comment about seeing the people in the back row. So he put a telescope to his eye. But he put the wrong end of the telescope to his eye.

I could already tell that the guy was going to make some kind of gag about how it seemed like the people in the back row were really far away or how it was like everybody in the audience looked really small or something like that. I kind of didn't want to hear such a groaner.

But the guy seemed to be delaying this joke. All this time he had stayed halfway in and halfway out of the door. Now he shuffled sideways all the way into the theatre and up onto the stage. I assumed he would make his telescope joke once he was up on the stage.

Dream #3

I was laying on a couch, on my back. There was a window somewhere beyond my feet, letting in some grey naturaly light. Just beside the couch's arm on which my head was resting there may have been a bookshelf. I think I had my hands under my head.

A little girl with long, brown hair stood beside the couch. She wasn't wearing any clothes. She may have eventually crawled up on the couch to sit beside me. She told me, "I wish I had boobs."

I told her, "Be glad for the time being that you don't have boobs. Probably once you have them you'll think they're a real pain in the neck."

The little girl was now gone. There were a lot of people in the room now. I knew an older woman was coming to talk to me. I may even have heard her call for me. So I sat up and looked back.

The couch was apparently in some place like a cafe or a grocery store like Whole Foods. The room I was in was somewhat like a living room. But beyond this room there were food counters and display shelves running down a kind of narrow hall that I think opened into a bigger room.

There was a pretty full crowd of people, maybe men and women in their late twenties, looking around and shopping. From them I saw the woman, kind of short, skinny, with short, grey and black hair coming through the crowd. She asked, "What did you tell that little girl?"

I didn't think that anything I'd told the little girl was wrong. But I saw how it could be construed as wrong. I lay on my right side, shouting out something to the woman. I thoujght I had been telling the woman what I'd been saying to the girl. But at some point I realized I wasn't telling the truth at all. In fact, I was telling some kind of nonsense story that would look like I was trying to cover up what I'd said.

So now I really focused on what I was saying. I told the old woman (wherever she was), "I told the girl that she should be happy for the time that she doesn't have boobs. Because once she gets boobs it'll be a real pain in the neck. Because guys'll be chasing her all over the place."

Couldn't remember much of last night. All I know is that it had something to do with camping with friends. Other than that, it has slipped past me.
Ehh, better luck next time I hope. :/

22.05.2011

Hyper Mustang! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is one time travel - rewind semi-lucid dreams I used to have as a child. I am realizing I am not awake, but dreaming, but without thinking straight. I got into trouble and rewinded the dream.

Something happened in the dream previously that I could not recall, but I was sent to a room where some sonic traveling capsules could be ridden. This room was dark and the walls were made out of iron. I was with two guys that wanted to kick my butt for some reason. They pushed me inside one of these capsules, but I could scape. I witnessed how the capsule left and high speed. These guys told me that now I had to go to the sewers to get my butt out of there. They closed a huge metallic hatched and I was on my own.

I decided to go down the pipe were the capsule was sent, until I got to the sewers. There were people living there, stores and even lamps. I walked through various stores and I saw some plants that were inside like small cages. One of them moved and said, "Muuuuuuuuuuuuu"

I met with a friend and I saw some escalators that lead to a fancy department store. So we went up to see it.

I figured I could dress up with a fancy suit and still it so I could bring it to waking life. I felt if I stole something from the dreamworld it would be all right. I told to my friend, but some security guard noticed so I passed.

I explored the store and at the exit, there was a high end car dealership. They had for sale a Mustang Shelby GT500 Super Snake:







However, it was in improved one. It was blue like the photo but it was half big, like sliced in two. Instead of a trunk, the car had two big ailerons. It looked like a plane on its back. The salesmen approached at me and offered assistance. I was taking a look of the car on the inside. It was not finished, as I could saw cables and everything. The car was capable of reaching 400 miles per hour.

Suddenly, the car started moving alone, so I grabbed the steer wheel. The guy from the dealership started the engine and hit the gas remotely. I started to drive on small roads. The car accelerated extremely fast. I started to do some speeding. I entered a highway and I was amazed that the mustang went from 0 to 80 miles per hour in one second. I started to speed at extreme speed on the freeway until a van changed lanes abruptly and hit me. I started to spin, hitting other cars and fell to a river. I was worried about totaling this car, as it was not mine.

I realized I better rewinded the dream. I closed my eyes and focused really hard in getting out of there. I succeed and appeared at the beginning of the dream. I decided to take the capsule from the very beginning instead of avoiding it (If I did not, I would re-dream the whole thing exaclty... happened several times when I was a kid) Something about a cat woke me up.

22.05.2011

Best Buy scam delivery (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was with a friend, and this friend owned a huge store. The employees wore a red vest. For some reason I was going to work with him.

We got a to a big room where he pulled out some crystals and gems. He had some odd board that looked like a model of a huge city. He placed a lot of cash inside (bills of all sizes, even $10,000 ones) We had to do something with the stones in order to win some cash.

I threw some stones but ended up wining nothing. I was going to get started to work with him. I had to clean a lot of stuff, and wondered why I got such a crappy job if I did not needed.

Suddenly, some guy knocked in a door. I ran to the door but other employee was there. A guy whose chest hairs could be seen had some sort of certicated envelope. This guy wore a Best Buy shirt. He had some weird document and he needed it signed. It was some sort of scam to make $180.

We rejected to sign it. There was a hot co-worker who was next to me. This best buy guy asked her, "Wanna be my girlfriend?" She laughed and told him no. We all laughed and we started to talk about old friends.

21.05.2011

Orange 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.

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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.