non-lucid

I was in an old West setting. I saw a guy sitting in a chair in a big room--a bar/saloon or something. I remember a wood floor. The room was very big and pretty empty.
The guy in the chair had straight, dark brown hair. He was rich, though he didn't look it.

I heard him saying under his breath what he would do if the business were his. He was saying something about a security system, and his thoughts beyond that were
to fix the place up. He intention was to be helpful to the owner rather than simply stating what he would do if it were his in an ego-centric fashion.

I went over to him and thanked him for being concerned for other people instead of being apathetic due to being very well off himself.

Then there was another scene where an old guy, a real character comes into play.
He had a crew cut due to being older and not having much hair. What little he had
was gray. He is wearing old, sweaty clothes of gray. He was in a long-sleeve undershirt
and suspenders. He wore a monocle, but it didn't make him look sophisticated. It had
a film over it as though it hadn't been washed in...ever, and made his mouth kind of
turn up to keep it in place.

He had a silver bullet which was supposed to be valuable due to the silver content, but
it was more than that. He came up to a guy behind an out-door sales stand trying to
sell it. There was some lore behind the bullet. It was coveted for some reason. The old
man had the bullet on a necklace. He pulled it out from his undershirt to
show it to the man behind the stand. The man would not buy the bullet for the requested
price.

The old man explained in a raspy voice that the item was the real thing and he wanted a
fair price for it. He put the bullet back under his shirt, squatted a little adjusting his pants,
and snapped his suspenders, running his thumbs from half way up to his shoulders where
he popped them.

That is where the dream ended. I don't usually dream of anything half this interesting
based on the visuals or content. It was really cool.

I was in some appartment I've never been in before. I'm there with my girlfriend, her sister and Brad Pitt. My girlfriends sister is dating Brad Pitt. For some reason my girlfriends sister is very mad at Brad Pitt, and my girlfriend sympathizes with her. Me and Brad Pitt start talking and we laugh at them. They both get angry at us, and they leave the appartment. They come back after a while, and my girlfriend tells me to read a book about being a better person. They then throw us out of the appartment, and I tell Brad Pitt that I'm going to a friends appartment to stay there. I pack a bag with food and get ready to leave. Brad Pitt says hes going to my school in not too long, where he is going to babysit peoples babies(what the hell?). We agree to meet at the party.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was down on a subway platform. There were no lights on the platform. It was like the power had gone out. The only light was from a stairwell leading directly up to the ground. That light was enough to keep things nearby visible, though still very dim. But farther along the platform it was pitch black. There were a few other people on the platform.

I was waiting for a B-train. But somehow I heard the train was going to be delayed. I figured I'd wait around a bit. To occupy myself, apparently, I jumped up a meter or so in the air and kicked one of the metal column-beams with both my feet.

I think I came to understand that the train was going to be very delayed. I wondered if I might catch another orange train: maybe the D-train. But I thought that would also be pointless. I thought I might as well get out of here and go to another station. But, for some reason, I still decided to wait for the B-train.

There was now a little girl and her father. The little girl was maybe two or three years old. She had short, brown hair and was wearing lavender-colored shirt and pants.

The little girl was showing off to socialize with me. She was doing some weird kind of hopping thing, hopping up and down, as if she couldn't control herself because she was so nervous.

I liked the attention, so I didn't notice that the girl was getting carried away. She hopped a little too far and fell onto the tracks. She landed on her feet and didn't seem afraid or anything, but I knew it was a bad situation for her to be on the tracks, and I kept worrying that she would touch the third rail and get electrocuted.

Before I could really process anything completely, a big, muscular, blonde man like a soldier rushed up from behind me. He quckly (and softly!) jumped down onto the tracks, picked up the girl, and hopped back up onto the platform. He set the girl down, standing, a couple meters away from her father. He then sat down next to the father. The father was now apparently sitting cross-legged on the platform concrete.

The girl may now have been sitting on the concrete amid a bunch of blankets. I crouched or crawled around in front of the girl, to play with her. Apparently she liked me because I had a good imagination and I could play kids' games as if they were real.

Somehow I knew the girl was already pretending I was some kind of creature. I asked her what kind of creature I was. I figured that I'd then act out being the creature in somekind of wacky way.

The girl told me I was a bug. I tried really hard to think of a bug, but none came to my mind. Eventually, I crawled on my knees and held my arms behind my back, rubbing them together. Apparently my arms were supposed to be wings, and I was rubbing them together to clean them. This may somehow have reminded me of being a fly.

I was now in some kind of foresty area, talking with Matte (from DV). He looked a little too skinny, and his face was stubbly and haggard. I worried about him and told him he needed to eat more and keep up his weight.

I was now in a kitchen. At first there were a young man and a young woman. But the young woman, probably having fixed her meal, left the kitchen. The young man may have been shirtless. He always had his back to me. He was either cooking on a stove or waiting for something in a microwave.

Matte had been taking a shower, but now he came into the kitchen to cook some food. The kitchen counter was L-shaped, and, as the young man stood at the back part of the counter, Matte stood at the right part. Matte was also cooking at a stove. So the counter may have had two separate stoves.

Matte was cooking using a wide, flat, square kind of pan with a non-stick, black interior. He was cooking a few pieces of fish, some pieces of bare chicken, and some french fries. He was cooking them all in a ton of grease.

I thought to myself that it was good that Matte was cooking and eating this much protein. He really needed it. But I knew that that kind of diet would tie my weak stomach in knots. So I'd have to think of some diet of my own.

I was in The bathroom, I was washing my hands at a white sink. The bathroom had gray tiles on the floor and white cement walls. I saw a man leave the bathroom and sensed Synthia's presence. Just to annoy her I commented on how peaceful it was to be alone in the bathroom. She got mad at me announced her presence. I remember little of what she said. The dream ended.

This dream has three "segments." The first part is very fragmented, and I don't recall very much of it. The middle and end are the most detailed. I suppose that's not surprising, considering the nature of dream recall. Last night's dream also had a strong impression of the colour "dark chestnut," so I will underline it here and keep track of it. Oh, I won't include pictures every time. Just enough for flavour.


Sleep. Many of my dreams take place in places I know, like school or my "old" house. This particular dream has both. All I can remember from the beginning is that I was sitting at my desk in my English or Sociology class, I'm not sure which (it is even more difficult to tell because they happen to take place in the same classroom right after one another, and I sit in the same desk for each one).

Then I'm... somewhere. A field or park, maybe? The colouring is bright and very strange. I know that I am either in or watching a Yu-gi-oh tournament with the animated characters. Sometime during this section, I reflect on how the television show was repetitive and how the same people always made it to the final rounds of the tournament, particularly Yugi and/or his friends. Some other things happen to me, but I cannot explain them in words because they are mere flashes. I have an impression of a war or conflict.

Flash. I am in the room of my early childhood (birth-grade five), at my old desk. The desk is metal with a dark chestnut wood top, and I run my hand over its smooth surface. For some reason, I am clutching a blanket in my hand and am shaking Yu-gi-oh cards out from it.

Without any reason, I am at the bus stop I get off at after school, which is a few houses away from my "old" house. There is a pokemon battle after school, and I am the trainer controlling the Kangaskhan, which is standing in the middle of the intersection. Opposite me, on the sidewalk, is a Sandshrew, although there is no trainer in sight. I have Kangaskhan use a move, but it isn't very effective. Then, Sandshrew uses double kick, sending Kangaskhan reeling - the fighting-type move is super effective against my normal-type pokemon. In retaliation, Kangaskhan uses dig (which I don't think it can actually learn) and becomes Monty Mole from Mario Strikers: Charged. However, Sandshrew has become either a Spheal or a Jigglypuff and tries to puff away. I get in a few hits before it's gone over a fence and into someone's backyard by the park. Wake.

#989:
Date: May 18th, 2011
Length: 7 minutes

It's late at night. I'm at my computer, and check some school-related stuff. I see an announcement for a statistics class I'm apparently taking, where they tell us that we were expected to use a certain chemical compound in doing our homework (don't ask me how this is relevant to statistics). I realize that I didn't do this, and the homework is apparently due the next day, so I go outside and rush to a nearby lab.

Once inside, I pull out the necessary chemical from a fridge, and somehow use it to finish my homework (I think I just poured it on the paper?). All is well... for now. Morning comes, and I'm walking around what is supposedly the campus. After a little while, I'm suddenly accosted by a few people, one a police officer, who immediately places me under arrest. I don't resist since I have no idea what I could have done wrong.

I'm taken to a sort of interrogation area (which, strangely, was basically open to outside). I am seated at a table, surrounded by 4 interrogators, and with an attorney to my left. At first I am simply accused of using that chemical last night -- I openly admit to it, saying it was part of my homework. They tell me something really weird like "Just because you were expected to use it, doesn't mean you were authorized to."

Somehow, however, the interrogators quickly change the conversation and accuse me of murdering someone the night before, with some vague relation to the chemical I used. I start to freak out -- I try to explain I have nothing to do with any murder, and that I was just trying to do my homework, but they keep grilling me and trying to pressure me into saying something. My attorney tries wholeheartedly to help me, but he basically is unable to say more than a few sentences.

I get more and more confused, telling them that I was exhausted the night before and don't remember exactly what happened (which is true), but that I'm sure I didn't murder anyone (which is also true -- my recall is a bit fuzzy and I think I may have done something with the person who got murdered, but I definitely didn't kill him). They refuse to believe me, and seem to be ready to put me on trial for murder. I start to completely break down as they continue to pressure me and I feel more and more confused about the entire situation and how little sense it all makes. I end up in tears, fearing for the worst.

They try to get me to reveal as much information about myself as possible. My memory feels more and more blurred, and I start feeling like I'm going insane, but at the same time I realize this might be exactly what they want, and so I try to just hang on. Soon, one of the interrogators (who, it turns out, has the same voice as someone I know irl) poses a devastating question. It was something along the lines of: "Are you enjoying your killing spree?" Not only was he pinning the recent murder on me, but also a string of previous murders -- basically calling me a serial killer. At this point, still crying, I almost lose it completely. I lash out and deny that I'm a murderer, though some doubt is creeping into my own mind.

Finally, they agree to release me for a day so I can talk and be with my family. I arrive some place that looks nothing like my parents' house, or really any place I've seen before. I'm still feeling deeply confused and traumatized at this point. My mom meets me in a sort of dining room, and we talk for a few moments before the rest of the family arrives and we start to eat dinner. As we eat and they try to comfort me, I start to cry again: I do this partly because I am still feeling unstable, like I'm going mad, and unsure of whether or not I am a murderer. A few times I have flashes and feel like I'm back in the interrogation room, fearing what lies in the future. But I'm also crying because of the warmth with which I'm being received -- everyone is here, trying to be supportive and console me. I feel nothing but love and belonging: none of my family seem to have any doubts despite the horrible accusations against me, and I'm incredibly thankful for it.

Eventually, I wake up, in tears. A vivid reminder to appreciate what you have, it seems.

First dream I can barely recall. Was in my house packing for something with wife. Some rooms were packed with clutter, woke up.

Second Dream I was driving my car in rain, usually when driving in a dream the cars skid outta control. A fact I had reminded myself of earlier in the day in ADA. My brain obviously wanted to compensate so I was driving tired at the wheel in the rain. Eventually crashed into some trees the car wrecked. When I got out I shouted for help to some people across the road. I was a bit traumitised. But they said they couldn't help and went about their own business.

Third Dream: I was in work. I had to mind a particular kid. Drove to Dublin as they were to be collected. Ended up in a Arcade/Casino playing pool upstairs on a small pool table with friends. Went downstairs and was approached by big guy who said he planned to attack me but would make sure I got blamed for attacking him. People I know but would not be friends with came to my aid and when he attacked he was taken away by garda. On leaving Casino I was able to see up to his house were he sneaked off on Garda. I knew he was coming to get me and when he met up with me he attacked me. I had to bend his arm behind his back and restrained him.


I was minding my kid and cousins kid. We lived in a portacabin by the sea. I was paranoid about them being out of sight that they may hurt themselves or fall into the sea as they're all around 3. Was following them round and giving out that they're all being unsafe. One ended up standing on an old wooden window and it collapsed thankfully not hurting them. When I took them inside to wash their hands the cousins kid grew up hugely and was dismissive of my over protection. It then turned into a dream where I lived with all the cousins in this portacabin. It was out first night of living together. I went outside to play football with friends on a green. The dream turned into something about the british getting offended. Woke up.

We were at some kind of huge house party. The place looked like a giant warehouse. At the entrance was a queen-sized bed where a girl, who we'll call Julie, was laying. She looked very sad so I naturally wanting to comfort every sad person I ever encounter went to go soothe her soul. I sat on the edge of the bed and asked what was wrong. I believe she said something about breaking up with her boyfriend. I got closer and gave her a comforting hug. Then, a girl who we'll call Tamy, arrived and laid down on the vacant side of the bed. She's texting on her phone. Now, a little background about Tamy: I've liked her for some time now and every time I see her, I get nervous and feel like I can fly with all the butterflies in my stomach.

So I get up and go around to her side and say hi. I was just about to start conversating when Julie starts to cry even harder, trying to catch my attention. And as I try to reach over to tap Julie on the back, I'm slyly going in between Tamy's legs and acting like I don't know it. But she looks at me oddly and me playing the fool act like it was an accident and get off her with a nervous laugh. I reach over to Julie and she picks her head up, eyeing me with a glint of what could be lust or love. She lunges at me trying to kiss me but I place an arm out and block her face. I push her off strongly and yell,
"What the hell are you doing?! Get the fuck off me?!"
So much for wanting to make people feel better, right? She responds,
"You are perfect for me Brian! You are so perfect for me!"
But I have absolutely no interest in this woman. And all the while this is happening, that girl I mentioned earlier, Tamy, is witnessing everything. But she is still texting on her phone acting like she's not paying attention.
"I can't make it seem like I'm interested in this girl. I still want a shot with Tamy!" I thought to myself. And I stormed away from the bed and into the interesting part of the warehouse, the dance hall.

Strangely, the lighting here was darker and the golden light of the previous segment of the warehouse did not seem to penetrate the dance hall. I'm pushing and shoving away dancers trying to reach the bathroom. I finally reach the bathroom and instead of a door, there was a drape that could be seen through if one tried hard enough. The wall the toilet was attached to barely reached up to my neck, hardly covering anyone trying to use the bathroom. But I unzip and relieve myself. I then see someone dragging Tamy to where I'm at and they're saying Tamy wants to talk to me. This action has been done in my real life. I tell her that I'm about done and I'll meet her at the bed (hehe). I finish paying the water bill and head through the sweaty dancers again to reach the bedroom once more. This next part is where the dream was the juiciest for me I see.

Tamy is all tucked into the bed laying on her side. She looks disappointed. I open the covers and lay next to her, adjusting the pillow so my eyes could be level with hers. She asked,
"Why didn't you kiss that girl earlier, huh? You really let her down..." and as she saying this, she looks away from me and looks almost jealous. I respond,
"I don't like her, how can I be forced to kiss someone who I have no interest in?" to which she replies,
"She seems like a nice girl. How can you expect to receive chances from someone when you yourself won't give girls chances?" I had a perfect rebuttal. In real life, I asked her out. And she turned me down . So I told her,
"Oh, kind of like how you gave me a chance when I asked you out, right?" I said that with so much sarcasm hoping she would get the message I was trying to convey. She was left speechless. All that came out of her mouth were small chuckles and broken explanations. But then, she stopped. And she no longer looked disappointed when she looked at me. She looked innocent with her big brown eyes. The eyes are the gateway to the soul, they say, and her soul was telling me that she indeed liked me, but something was getting in the way of us having a relationship. I could feel it. Then she smiled and said,
"Ok, but this is a one time thing." and she said something else but I can't remember what. Then, as we looked at eachother, I knew what was coming next. We both had a mutual understanding. It was as if telepathically she was telling me "Kiss me, you idiot." I reached my left arm over her right hip and placed my hand softly on the back of her head. I played with the curls of her ponytail for a second when I lean in close. She smiles and looks away for a second to lick her lips and straighten out. She turns to me and closes her eyes. I do the same. Then our lips touch in the gentlest, softest, warmest, and the most firework inducing kiss I have ever felt in my short 18 years of living. It wasn't wet, but it wasn't dry. I gripped her gently. It was like our lips were matched up perfectly by destiny to form the greatest and most passionate kiss ever. She kisses my upper lip as I kiss both of hers. I didn't put my tongue out, seeing as how I didn't want to seem like a pervert and ruin a passionate kiss. But her tongue touched the tip of mine, inviting me to explore her mouth. So I did, but only briefly and not like a starving wildebeest. And as I put out my lips to make another cycle, she quickly pulls back and ends it with a quick peck on my upper lip. She shrugs and then smiles at me. The dream fades. The feeling of that kiss still lingers on my lips as I type this. It was incredible ...

19.05.2011

Random dream girlfriend goes to the concert with me (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In this dream I had a random girlfriend, but she had also a boyfriend. I was actually her affair. We went to her house, where her boyfriend was, but I did not care of him. I was more worried that her passed away mom would worry.

As I entered, she had a black dog (I believe this dog is someone's who I give healings in waking, such dog goes berserk of excitement when she sees me) The dog got all excitement barking, jumping and licking. I played with her for a few minutes until we went to visit my dream girl friend system. Her system was a litter older than her, and as soon as she saw me, she said, "Oh! Nice! You found a cute guy this time!"

After a while, we went out. It was night and we walked on downtown. We were going to some sort of small concert inside a pub. When we reached the place, some very rude evangelic people was coming out from somewhere. I avoided them and entered the pub. The concert was over and they were looking over someone who apparently was murdered.

I needed to go to the restroom. Inside the males restroom, there was another door that lead to the female's restroom. Someone beat me up. For some reason, I wanted to enter the female's restroom. I found out that this restroom had a lot of shaving devices and weird stuff for the hair.

19.05.2011

The island of earthquakes (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a vacation island. This dream occurred during day, and the sun was very bright.I was going to the beach when suddenly I felt a few series of small earthquakes. I was worried they meant the big one was coming.

I though it was a good idea to evacuate the island. Some people was running up and down very confused. I could see also how new small earthquakes were happening as well as small tsunamis. My wife was also there, freaking out as well. I decided to find a chopper or something to get out of the island. I got to a beach where no one was but a few sand fishes that were extremely poisonous. I watched to not step on one.

I was able to find an exit that lead me to a roman town. I could find people from my home town who new me. There was some sort of line to go inside a tour cave.

We entered. The tour happened on a small boat. The cave was completely dark. I could hear the water drops and the quietness of the cave. Suddenly, I heard the sound of shamans playing different wooded instruments, but I could not see them. I felt it could assist me on inducing trance.

19.05.2011

A Viking inside a sponge talks to me (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The story line of this dream repeated several times. I went back and forth during this same story line.
What I remember from this dream, was replaying a scene were a battle happened. I Viking would spawn from somewhere and attack me.

I decided to look around to find out where the viking was hiding. I saw a small plastic Viking inside my sponge. I could feel how sharp his sword was.

Something about starting level four and five. The viking said, "You wish you never be all"

Dream 1
I was at my friend Jacob's house and we were talking about some TV show and he said he hadn't seen the new episode yet because his TV was stolen. I looked over and there was a stand for a flat screen TV but no TV. He told me that he left his window a crack open and they got in that way. Then I freaked out and went home because sometimes I do that. I got home and closed the window, and then looked out the window for a moment. (I live in an apartment building and my bedroom window looks out onto the balconies of another apartment building) I looked at one balcony that had the actors that play Serena and Eric on gossip girl and waved at them (Or it could have been the characters, I'm not sure because I only waved at them) and then I looked at the other balcony and just stood there staring at the people on it for a while.

Dream 2
Kind of a fragment, I made some kind of study guide for my english final with my friend Maxx. There was some kind of panic over it either going missing, messing up the information, or just the test itself. I don't remember.

Going to sleep now, it's 10:35 am. I will become lucid.

First dream I remember was having Sherry come to me and be like, "i think Dan might ask me to prom because vlahblahblah" and she asked me if I knew anything, I said no. So she asked me to tell her if anything came up cause she wants to know beforehand. Soo then it goes to just me alvin and ian playing basketball. I do remember we find out that Ian has a crush, and kuya don don was like dude she's in the philippines? forget about it! but Ian was like no and he said he's waiting till he's 18. So were like whatever lol. Then we go play basketball.

edit: remembered a couple more things (2 things that i had to stop and think about because of it's weirdness.. almost became lucid i think)

first thing was me seeing katrina in 5th period with a motorcycle. i was like, hmm.. that's weird.. she got a motorcycle instead of a car? then my mind goes.. OK, THAT SOUNDS TOTALLY FINE. NOTHING WEIRD ABOUT THAT. then i continue whatever i was doing.. which i forgot.

second was in a FA. I woke up, and I still had my boxers on (i put back my shorts after WBTB cause it was cold, but i didn't question that). Then I look at my thighs and I see cuts, almost like I cut myself on purpose. There were quite a few, and I think I remember seeing cuts on my arm too. I was just like.. WTF? when did I get these cuts?? then again, my mind goes, HMM WHATEVER I JUST DONT REMEMBER. IT'S FINE. and I go into the bathroom and wash my face and everything, and I wake up for real and I'm late to school

It seems like I'm getting closer to become more aware in my dreams, as I'm actually questioning these weird things that are happening in my dreams. I've never done that before, so hopefully my awareness will boost up over time and I can finally have a DILD in fantasy land.

Well, last night's dream was (almost) delicious and featured an interesting coincidence, which I mention below.


Sleep. All I remember is being in a coffee shop. It is dark, not as though it is nighttime, but as though there aren't enough windows. In fact, I don't really remember there being any. The predominant colour is a dark chestnut brown. The walls are made of wood of the same colour, as is the L-shaped counter. Behind the counter is one of my friends from school, Helena, wearing a gray apron and a white uniform. As usual, she is smiling as she works.

I approach the counter and ask for a chocolate-dipped pretzel, as I know that they will be a foot long and delicious. Helena tells me that there are none, even though behind her I can clearly see a couple left. However, I do not press her for questions, but wait as she tells me she is in the process of making new ones. I never do eat that pretzel. Wake.


(Interesting side note: Today (May 19, 2011), one of my friends (not Helena) brought in chocolate-dipped pretzel snacks to school and shared one with me during lunch.)


Here is a picture that best represent the coffee shop from my dream (except it's dark chestnut and there are chocolate-dipped pretzels behind the counter on a rack).

i was looking out and red window in the staircase to the second floor in my house. when i looked out the window i saw a small cloud outside of it and then my dad came flying up near the window with weird willy wonka glasses on and he had a yellow sphere on his back and he had some kind of purple dotted yellow cylander in his hand and he made a bigger cloud come out of it and onto the small cloud but i was soooooo jealous i ran downstairs and into the basement then i ran out the basement door outside and i saw my dad by the garage so i walked up to him and asked if i coukld use the yellow sphere and tht i could pop it and tape it on my back and my dad said tht he was working on it so that it could be straped to you i just took the yellow sphere from his hands and put it on my back and it stayed then i flew off around the front of the house.