non-lucid

In the first dream, I was walking around a lake in the city I live in with my family members. In real life, the waters have risen and flooded a bunch of places. In the dream, I wanted to walk around it. The water levels had risen a lot and much of the paths were unpassable. I remember running through shallow water where the sidewalks were and going onto a bridge, looking over it to see that the path we usually take was completely submerged. I also remember trying to climb a hill or wall while trying not to fall into the deep water.

In the second dream, I went to the doctor. My doctor was a character from a television show. (Max, 90210). I wanted him to look at a rash on my skin that I was worried about.

Yes, all I did was laundry. I had a basket, I picked out the cloths and washed them and dry them and repeat all night. That has to be one of the most dullest and most boring dream ever.

16.05.2011

Proving (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a room proving my abilities to some skeptic people. There was a guy in the room I did not like. I went to a big room and went to talk someone who was in bed. I was trying to teach her something about dreaming.

I also did some psychokinesis and some healing to shut up skeptics.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a vivid dream this morning. Was kinda fun one aswell.

23.15: Sleep

05.10: Party in the basement
I'm in an elevator with my brother Martin and Monica. She's naked for some reason, I squeeze her butt a bit. "I use to pretend there are zombies in the building" I say. "And I can't make a sound, or they'll hear me". We go down to the first floor, but before we reach it I hear voices. It's those damn Russians again, I know it is. We get out of the elevator, Monica's suddenly dressed. Two Russians appear and walk by. We're off to the laundry room in the basement.

Martin wants to head back after a few steps. "Come on! Don't worry man" I tell him. Monica disappears but my friend G appears instead. "I have to repark the car" he tells me and heads off. I've got heavy army boots on and I walk funny. Martin follows me anyways. We head down a corridor and turn left. I can hear music. Martin seems to be scared again. "Dude, just pretend you're one of them" I say and walk with confidence as a Russian guy walks past.

I have two plastic, empty gasoline bottles in my hands and throw them in a bin. We enter a big room. It seems to be some kind of night club, only it's not open yet. There are yellow bar chairs and a few people drinking all around us and up on the small stage. The music sounds like "Cascada" and there's a girl in the DJ booth. She smiles at us, and invites us to the dance floor. We're just passing through though and I shake my head and move through the small crowd.

I spot my friend Eric in a sofa. He smiles at me with his entire mouth and waves like crazy. He seems to be excited that we've found a good place to party at. "Matte! You owe me a drink" I hear someone say. I turn around and at the bar my two sisters are sitting. "Buy me a drink on my birthday" my sister Madeleine says. It's actually Malin's birthday, but anyways.

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 6 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! I'm so excited for my next lucid. Can't wait!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Dream Memory

I am riding my bike with Heather on the pegs. This is my "car", and in my dream it does feel like I'm driving a car. Somehow the pedals are the gas and break, it all works out. It's quite the illusion.

I drive into the parking lot of my local cinema (the scene is very realistic, everything is in place as it is in waking life). Heather talks to me about something on Youtube. I explain how I have dreams where a building will be a major internet site like Youtube, and even recall about a "dream" (I never had this dream, though- false memory) where the cinema in front of us was Youtube, embodied as a building.

I park my bike-car in a space and explain how sometimes I forget which pedal is the break and which is the gas. I then offer that Heather and I go to the south end part of town to see the big tent of wares (I had a dream once where I did visit this place, but it doesn't exist in waking life). We start to pedal away and I forget where it is. I get behind another "car" which is actually just Ken from 30 Rock sitting in the middle of the street. We go around him.

Hot Tea Fragment

I have a cup and pot of boiling water. It's really, really hot, the smoke is rolling out really thick. I pour it into my cup, but by the time the water is inside the cup, it has disappeared into water vapor. I keep trying to fill my cup but it doesn't work. Finally after several tries, I get enough for tea.

I turn around from the kitchen area to see a big circle of people. I sit down next to my friend Chase and set my tea on the ground by my chair. (Memory loss of whatever happens here)

Now I am in a dark auditorium full of everyone from school. I'm with Autumn. This scene lasts a long time as we converse with everyone. (Another memory loss )

The golden spoon

I was inside a enclosed jail cell, a man came in with a package, i opened it, it contained a golden spoon.

I woke up.

Houses were floating up due to either being haunted or due to a tornado...I think. Mostly, it was a threat that they were
going to float away, but it seemed one lifted up. I more remember waking up from the dream and trying to remember it.

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Matte87 was talking on chat in waking life about putting something on his hoodie--"Are you dreaming" I think. I said it should
say, "I am dreaming" because that is what I want to say in my dream. So last night I dreamed I was in a city with some event
going on and some construction or something, and it was on a college campus, so there was a bunch of shit going on.
As I'm walking down the sidewalk, I see a guy with a hoodie on that says, "I am dreaming."

Of course, like a dumb ass I miss the sign. I kept going where I was going, then decided to talk to the guy with the hoodie, but I
couldn't find him. Then I started to hear the guy on Public Radio in waking life. He often finds his way into my dream, usually just
manipulating the story. This morning he was talking about Isreal and the surrounding nations. I started dreaming of a reporter working
through a crowd of people with this story.

It was a frantic scene as it seemed to affect us more directly than that news usually hits us. I followed the reporter up stairs through
a crowd of people. Up the stairs on the next level of whatever building it was, I had to use the bathroom. The radio personality was
sitting on the floor with his back up against the wall doing his show.

As I went to the bathroom, walking away, he leaned forward and raised his voice so I could hear the end of what he was saying.
That was really weird.

So, I had to drop the kids off at the pool. It is a big bathroom, but there is a lock on the door, so I lock it for privacy. Then I realize that
there are multiple stalls, so the bathroom should be able to allow for more than just me. I reluctantly unlock the door. Then I went looking
for my stall. I hate using public bathrooms and this was the worst. There were these small, frail looking commodes, and they were just seats.
Instead of a bowl, they had bags hanging down, and the bags weren't opened well. I would have to fix one so it would be open.

The dream ended there and I'm glad it did. Yuk!

I tried MILD/DILDing last night, telling myself that someone in my dreams will ask me if I am dreaming. Probably 30 minutes into the night, I felt sort of a quick wave where there was a bright light and I felt like I was speeding forward towards this light. I don't remember anything after that, besides part of one dream where I was looking up the same thing I just mentioned, and someone on this board described the same thing I did. The forum responded that's what it feels like to enter a lucid dream, and I got excited. I am sleeping in a new environment, so I'm not sure if that will affect my dream recall or not, but we'll see how it goes.

by Robert Frost.. not Trojan.

there's one main room upstairs it's big and i think i remember a king-like figure sitting on his thrown directing people to the smaller rooms. very symmetrical. the two smaller rooms were downstairs i was sent to "hell" the room on the left where i shoveled coal into a huge furnace. i never actually saw the room on the right but i have a feeling it was "heaven"

I was outside of my house. It didn't look like my house tho. I was under a wooden deck and by the side of the white colored house.....not Oboma's. There was snow all over the place and in the middle of summer. There was an out door light on to, it was on my right. It had snow gently falling and melting on it. The dream ended.

I was in the schools weight room and was looking for two 50 lb dumb bells for my chest press. There appeared to only be 40 lb ones. This annoyed me. The weight room had a cement floor and walls. It had plain iron machines in the room. I walked around a little bit. When the school gym closed I was still looking and i finally found 50 lbs, but it was then taken away. The dream ended.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A nuclear bomb had struck. I was somehow put in charge of keeping some kind of order within a small group of people, possibly in some desert town.

Dream #2

Again, a nuclear bomb had struck, and I was put in charge of keeping some kind of order within a small group of people.

Dream #3

I was outside, possibly in some kind of desert area. I stood with a few people in front of a small house. My mother may have been among the people.

A short, middle-aged man with wiry, black hair asked me about my phone. He seemed unfamiliar with Android phones. He was more familiar with iPhones. He was particularly interested in how I played music on my phone.

I gave the man my phone. I hoped he wouldn't look at my internet history and see the perverted sites I went to.

The man fiddled with the screen to make some green, holographic image appear. He then handed the phone back to me. He said, "Well, they made that really easy to use, didn't they?"

I thought the man had complimented my phone. But I felt elated, as if he had complimented me.

Dream #4

I took my friend H to meet my old friend R. We were at a house in suburbia. It was darj night, and the street was very lonely.

R opened the door and let us in. His house was dim inside, but it looked kind of big. We were in some kind of front living room. H sat in a chair by a wall next to a staircase up to the second floor.

R and I had gone out for some reason. Now we were coming back. We were probably wearing clothes we would have worn in college. I may have been wearing a round-brimmed hat. We were talking about history and politics.

We got back to R's house. I was surprised to find H there, but I couldn't exactly figure why I was surprised. So I introduced H to R. Both H and R laughed at me. R said, "You already did that!"

We three sat at a dining table in the kitchen. H and R were getting along well, and H had even dressed in some of R's clothes while R and I had been away.

Dream #5

I was in some kind of theatre, possibly a movie theatre. But the screen must have been way up high, because, as I sat in the front row, all I could see while looking forward was a brown-beige wall of wide, plastic squares. Over to my right was a tall structure, like a judge's stand, made out of the same material.

I was alone in the front row at first. But then two old ladies came and sat on either side of me. They each had a few bags of stuff, and they sat the stuff so that it kind of crowded me.

I may have looked down to a piece of paper in my hands to see exactly what kind of event was going to be happening here.

Dream #6

I was at some kind of event for gifted kids, as if I were in high school or college again. The event was like some kind of convention. This may have been the last day of the convention.

I was looking forward to some bunch of events that may have been taking place after the official convention stuff was over. But I knew that I had to go back to work or school the next day. So I didn't want to spend too much time at the after-party stuff.

I looked at a piece of paper saying what was going on. There was some concert that looked interesting to me: a girl band whose name had "Cherry" in it. They were playing "pretty late:" the concert the Cherry band were in started at 8 or 9 PM, and the Cherry band would be the last group to play. But I decided I'd better stay anyway. The Cherry band sounded too cool to miss.

Dream #7

I was in an apartment stairwell with H, my brother, and my sister. We were coming to visit the new apartment of R and his wife, L.

L opened the door. She let us in. The living room was really big, but it felt more like the interior of a brick-oven pizzeria than like the interior of a house.

L said that R was doing something like taking a shower. L sat around talking to us in a relaxed but kind of detached manner. I think my sister may have been the most active person in the conversation.

I'm Jasmine from Aladdin. And, I'm with another guy. We're going through some rooms trying to make our way through the zombies. It's kind of dark, and I don't have a gun so I'm following the dude with the rifle and we get to a doorway (one without a door attached), and a zombie tries grabbing me. The guy shoots it and I escape. Then, I lose the guy and the dream cuts a bit. Now I am with a different guy in a haunted house type thing.. he tells me all about what not to do there so I don't get sprayed by blood. There was this alter in a long dark tunnel where a medusa head and some hands were. He said don't touch the medusa hand. Now I cut back to the zombie dream. Daphne (yep, from Scooby Doo) is hiding in the pantry and her cell rings for some advertisement. I see the zombie rounding the corner, trying to follow the sound. Somehow she just appears next to me and we try to escape. I tell her we should go find the dude with the rifle,whatever way he went. But, she says no and leads me down to the basement. I remember something about going down there before and there were orphans there, but not what happened. Then it got creepy The stairs to the basement were blocked, and two orphans were waiting on the flight of stairs under the barricade. Me and Daphne talked to them, telling them everything was going to be alright. The little boy with the weird cleft lip said something like 'yes, ;et us be one with them' (the zombies). Daphne said they didn't need to and she and I multiplied our bodies and told them they could eat our copies. The kids got a creepy look on their faces and agreed as they made their way downstairs. All the while, I had a creepy feeling, like the orphans were going to end up ambushing us.. But Daphne, why'd I trust Daphne anyways lol.

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It's not a new assertion to say that many dreams are mundane. However, I more and more suspect that most dreams are irrational. The more irrational, the more easily they are forgotten. This probably has something to do with the configuration of the brain during dreams. Some parts in very low demand in general, but in lucid dreams more parts can be accessed. This is a physical reality.

Katie & Fred have been family friends since before I was I born. They have occupied at least 4% of my dreams over the years, and their houses, attic, and daughters an even larger percentage of recalled dreams. I have very little contact with them anymore, but they still appear often.

The beginning of this dream is unclear.

I was at Katie & Fred's house. It was a blend of the second house of theirs I use to visit as a child (the one with the attic) and an old restaurant. Leaving the restaurant area I had to cross what was their backyard to get to Katie & Fred's bedroom. (This is the backyard visible from their attic window.) For some reason I was intent on leaving the gathering of people including my Mother to use Fred's computer. The door led directly to their bedroom which is almost accurate. In real life that door led to Molly's bedroom.

The bedroom was nothing like real life. When I stepped inside, I noticed there was a to-go container of food. For some reason, I opened it up to see what they had ordered. Inside was a delicious looking meal of Mexican food. I remember the beans, rice, and a Pita Pocket* of steak, tomatoes, cheese and salsa.

I couldn't resist eating some. I had a little bit of everything and a bite or two of the Pita Pocket. It was fantastic tasting. I tried to figure out where it was purchased so I could go there myself. There were no labels or any identifying information on the off-white cartons. I had the brilliant idea(!?) to do a Google search - using a piece of the Pita Pocket pressed into the search box on the monitor. I don't recall the results, but at this point I had the distinct impression I may be invading their privacy to a wild extent.

Shrugged it off by telling myself: nothing I had done on their PC was an invasion of privacy. Just then, the backdrop on the PC caught my attention. It was them, along with other people smiling for the camera. Nude. The borders of the picture were pink. I thought:

"Oh shit, Fred definitely wouldn't want me to see this desktop background."

Here is when things get super weird: I was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed using a PC next to their TV. Just then, a squirrel came leaping into the room from the side window. It leaped from the floor, onto the bed directly behind me and froze. Almost as if stuffed. I was slightly startled because its face was very close to my face looking me directly in the eye. (See Blackbird Flying LD)

I reached up my hand to pet it cautiously. This squirrel looked huge when I took a closer look. About 3ft long, thick, realistic with clean dark gray hair. Suddenly, what started as the far bedroom wall turned into a well forested opening to a noonday dense bright green forest. A little man appeared or the squirrel morphed into a fawn and a little harry man emerged from the woods. He threw the fawn over his shoulder and ran off. Just then I heard a narrators voice say:

"These little hairy forest men are known to kidnap reindeer."

Still feeling embarrassed, I decided to leave and go tell Fred all I had done in his bedroom. I crossed through the backyard and into the restaurant party area again. There were a lot of empty tables but my Mom, Fred and other people were laughing and talking at one of the center ones. I took Fred aside back into the yard and made a limited confession. I told him I had ate part of his food, but only a small amount. I told him I used his PC to do some searches. I deliberately left out that I had Google searched with part of his Pita Burrito to find out where he bought it.

This detail seemed especially incriminating because I suspected there was still a mess on his PC screen in the search box.

He begrudgingly forgave me. It was as if he only did it to exit an awkward situation as quickly as possible. He entered his room and shut the door. I started to walk about but had the thought "Opps, I forgot my journal in his bedroom." I knocked on the door and Fred answered with the expression he last had. I asked him for my journal and when he went to grab it I noticed he had wolfed down all the Mexican food. He handed me the journal without hesitation, I opened it up, and it was Molly's journal instead.

I had the thought: why would I ever bring my personal journal here anyway? Now he will think I was snooping through Molly's journal.

(*PRECOGNITIVE*) I told my my Mom about this dream. When I mentioned the Pita Pocket burrito -she gasped. She told me that Katie was obsessed with Pita bread recently. This is not something I had the slightest clue about, and Pita bread has definitely not been on my mind recently, or at any point.