non-lucid

My rich friend and I are shopping in some rich European type store. I tell her I've had enough, I'm tired, and we go to leave. We try to get out of the store by way of this strange exit at the plaza. We must go through the fur coat section, which disturbs me, but I say nothing. We find a ladder we have to climb to get out. As we climb we joke about escape from the privileged life, and she jokes that we are somewhere between many portions of fillet mignon beef. I laugh at this random and obscure idea. She tells me that she realizes now that she was tired of this rich life.

We climb all the way to the top, then slide down some crazy water slide like things that have no water. I get distracted by a girl who keeps going up and down the slides, complaining about her wardrobe malfunctions. My friend is also getting too distracted by the girl. I look at my watch and I'm horrified to realize that it's 19:25, and I was supposed to be on a train to Toronto at 19:24. I was supposed to meet up with my family at the hockey game (strange, as I absolutely HATE hockey) there. I start swearing and having a meltdown.

Me and my friend run full out to the Haubtbahnhof. It's a mess of criss crossing tracks in a very unGerman looking chaotic mess. There are very complex and difficult to understand train numbers which make me feel panic that I won't be able to find the right train. Somehow we find out that I have to wait for the number 10, then transfer to the number 7. We're walking on a glass platform that has a film of water running over top of it, giving the illusion of walking on water. I can see the shadows of fish below me. I take out a small rusk cake and crumble it up to feed the fishes, whispering a spell as I sprinkle it into the water.
Some onlooking French men are curious asking me what I am doing, what is that dust I am sprinkling.

The train arrives now and it looks as though it's passed through a rainstorm. I get the feeling there was a hail storm somewhere. I squeeze into the first very cramped car of the train. It's very dark and close in there. A disabled man in an automated wheel chair departs the train. I manage to find 2 free seats but my friend is sitting a couple of rows ahead, speaking Japanese to some stranger. I didn't realize she was coming with me.

I notice that the train is called "Noodles" rather than whatever it is supposed to be called. I ask the driver and he says we have to get out at the terminus station called Noodles and walk down the train tracks in the underground tunnel to get to the next stop. It's been like this all day, he tells me, perhaps there is construction.

I was walking down a stream and noticed the small waterfall ahead, with clear water. I looked down it and saw that it was a short one of about 15 feet. It was a narrow waterfall, about 3 feet across. Both sides of the waterfall had smooth shiny rocks sticking out all the way up and down. I decided to test my luck, so i climbed down. I was having trouble climbing and I almost reached the water. The dream ended.

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was standing, looking at my friend Stephen. He said we should go up to the senior parking lot, so we did. The senior parking lot is on top of a hill, and is across from my school. As we walked up to the top, I noticed that Nicole was waiting for the traffic to stop so she could cross the road. We started to talk to her, I forget about what, but she told us that she was also going to the magic show in the main building. We crossed the street, then my friend said that he needed a dollar because the show was $21 and he only had $20. I gave him a dollar, and realize all I had was a $5 left. I figured I could just sneak in, which is what happened.

We stayed with Nicole and watched the show for a few minutes. The guy show was doing the show was really bad. Most of the things involved fire, which almost hit people a few times. The only thing I was impressed by, was how things weren't affected by gravity (which now makes sense).

[This is a catch-up post. I had another good lucid dream on the night of April 27-28, 2011. It took me a long time to get around to finishing the writeup of this, but here it is.]

Awake, Non-lucid, Semi-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm at a meeting of my local community advocacy and action group. It's being held in a big, spacious, public multipurpose meeting room. There are no chairs or tables in the room, just empty floor space. A lot of the people there are wearing our team color, orange. We're electing the new secretary for the group. The election process begins with everyone who wants to run for the position walking out of the crowd and going and standing in a line, facing the rest of the crowd. My friend J. is there, and she starts to go and stand in the line of candidates. I tell her something like, “Oh, don't run for this. You already do so many things.” I'm specifically thinking of choir when I say this. [In real life, J. and I are in choir together, but she's not part of the advocacy group.] I say this to her because I don't want her to get overwhelmed with too many responsibilities.

[Later, different cycle.] I'm walking through House #1. Everything looks gray, dimly-lit and fuzzy. Because of that, I suspect that I might be dreaming, so I do a reality check. [I don't remember what it was; I think it was trying to go through a solid object.] It doesn't work. “Aw, nutbunnies!” I say aloud, disappointed that it isn't a dream.

And yet, a part of my mind is still suspicious. As I continue walking through the house, I decide to try doing the nose-pinch RC. This time, it works. I'm delighted to find that I really am dreaming! Breathing through my pinched-shut nose feels really cool, too. I do it several times, to verify that I'm dreaming and to experience that cool, weird sensation. It's been a while since I've experienced it.

As usual, I'm eager to just explore the world of this dream and see what there is to see, so I leave the house through the front door and go outside into the yard. It's a bright, sunny, breezy day, and now everything is in color, rather than shades of gray. I walk through the front gate and out into the front yard. Standing on the front lawn between the hedge and the liquid-amber tree, I allow myself to be lifted up into the air on the breeze. It's really fun. “Wheeeee!” I say aloud, enjoying the moment with pure, childlike playfulness. The wind blows me into the branches of the liquid-amber tree, which are pointy and scratchy. I return to the ground.

Our brown car is sitting on the north side of the driveway, the side furthest from the front lawn. [I think it might have been the Mazda we had when we lived in House #1, not the Honda we have now.] I decide to continue practicing my intangibility skills by passing through the closed car door to get into the car. As I start to go through the door to the back seat on the passenger side, the door becomes semi-transparent and stretches inward, like a rubber sheet. I get all the way through and feel the door pull away from my body as it snaps back into place. It feels like rubber, too. I'm now sitting in the back seat of the car. “Holy s***, that was awesome!” I exclaim aloud. I'm really proud that I succeeded in going through the car door like that.

I sit in the back seat of the car for a moment, just taking in the realism and detail of its interior and basking in the glow of my achievement. Then, I decide to get out of the car the normal way, by opening the door. By the time I get out, a van has parked on the other half of the driveway, right next to my car, and there are people getting out of it.

I think, Hey, I'm here in the dream version of my old neighborhood. This would be a great chance to go fly up to the top of the baseball backstop in the park. So I start flying toward the park. To get there, I fly above the streets that lead to it. “I’m not exactly going as the crow flies,” I remark to myself. I realize that I'm following the same route to get from my house to the park that one would follow if one were driving between the two points; I'm just following that route out of a habit that was ingrained into my mind in the real world. The thought crosses my mind that I might wake up from this at any moment, but I immediately push the thought away and ignore it, because I want to stay in the dream.

I arrive at the park. “I’ve always wanted to do this!” I exclaim. [Some background for DV readers: As a child, I once came across a book about out-of-body experiences in a bookstore. I didn't buy it, and I was too afraid to try to induce an OBE, but I thought the idea was really cool. I fantasized that if I were ever to have one, the first thing I would do would be to go to the park, fly to the top of the chain-link baseball backstop, and sit on the edge of it. I wanted to do that in this dream because it was something I had wanted to do for many, many years.]

I start flying through the park toward the baseball backstop. My dad is there, and he stops me and shows me a way to hold my arms that will help me fly better and faster. I do what he shows me: hold my arms out in front of me, elbows bent, fists out, right fist in front of my left one. He tells me that I can fly faster by pushing my right fist further away from me and pulling my left one in closer to my chest, as if I were pulling a rope taut. I try it, and it works. During this training session, I notice that I’m suddenly wearing red boxing gloves.

Using this new method, I continue flying toward my goal. It's a long, long way to the place where I think the baseball field should be, over wild, natural terrain. When I get to where I think it should be, there is no baseball field there, just a broad area filled with rocky hills. I spot the backstop among the hills and land next to it.

“What?” I say aloud, surprised and confused. There is a metal baseball backstop, but it's tiny [maybe two feet tall], overgrown with weeds, and covered with the spiky seed pods from liquid-amber trees. “That’s pretty lame!” I say in disappointment. I turn away and fly back the way I came.

I eventually fly back to what appears to be the counter of a sporting-goods store. I land there and take off the red boxing gloves I'm still wearing, and the bicycle kneepads I have on my feet. I then leave the store by flying through the big, high, square window above its front door. Flying through it creates a sort of flashing, ripple effect in the glass, somewhat similar to what I saw the first time I went through glass, but more visible and flashier. I knew I could fly through glass intangibly because I’d done it before.

I'm now flying outside. There is a concrete parking structure that looks a lot like the one at the local mall right in front of me, and there is another park off to the right. I head toward the park to fly up onto one of the baseball backstops there. As I’m making my way over there, I hear the very faint sound of smooth jazz music. I realize that there’s only one place that music could be coming from: my parents’ clock radio. [I notice that the music is playing at normal speed, too – this demonstrates to me that time does indeed pass at the same speed in my lucid dreams as it does in the real world.] The combination of the music and my knowledge of where it's coming from cause the dream to fade and me to wake up.

I had this dream this morning that I was in a cubic world. I could pull sections of earth out with my hands and I also had a shovel and pick axe at my disposal. There was a shelf on a wall in a cave with tiny stone castle on it, and it enraged me, I pulled the shelf over and crushed the tiny castles. It was kind of like minecraft (lol) except that I didn't really have any goals. I was in a small cave just sort of exploring.

LATER THAT NIGHT

I had this other dream that my father told me about a box in our house. It had a box with messages in it, text-only, and that the messages contained secret information about me I might want to read. They were talking about me and putting those conversations in this box, it's upsetting in hindsight, but I was actually eager at the time it happened. The box was wooden and polished with no handles. I saw it for a second then I woke up.

RIGHT BEFORE THE ALARM WENT OFF

I had this last dream that I was getting in the shower. Then I got in the shower and my alarm went off. :l

i remember feeling very concerned about the state of affairs of my family & friends but i was very distracted by the sensory perceptions of brown and sliminess (like brown slimy mushroom caps) i was experiencing.
weird.. woke up pretty confused and feeling like there was more to recall but had to get to uni.

Date: 08-20-10
Length: 5 Minutes
Vividness: 2/10

I was in downtown Santa Barbara with my girlfriend Dakota when my dad came and picked me up.
We forgot Dakota so I told him we had to go back, but he got annoyed.

-frenchblablabla

Date: 08-20-10
Length: 30 Seconds
Vividness: 10/10

I woke up and tried to look at the clock, but the numbers were all jumbled (I should've realized it was a dream).
I asked my girlfriend Dakota what time it was.
She said it was 10:30, even though last night I set an alarm so I could wake up at 7:30.

I got up and walked over to the door, but woke up.

-frenchblablabla

Nothing

I was preparing for a zombie apocalypse. I was going through my mind of everything we would need to have in the car. Then when I went to pick out the car, it was kind of like a video game because I clicked on the vehicle I wanted and it appeared, lol. Then I was at the bottom of these stairs, and I had been keeping the doors locked but the front door was open and I knew they were coming. I was yelling at my friend upstairs that time was up and we needed to split. She came down the stairs just as a couple zombies wandered in and started chasing us but the girl ended up knowing the one that was behind us and they started talking a minute... lol.

Can't remember much more detail than that. I do remember thinking that the zombies were health nuts.

At baseball game. Very dark and gloomy day outside. The left side of the field has a bunch of trees tall trees and a fence. There is another field out behind our left field. I walk over there for some reason and come back to rake our field. TS is there in a baseball uniform. I ask him if he decided to play high school baseball now and he says no he actually playing in a different league.

So yeah i have been slacking some with the lucid dreaming. had a few good vivid dreams and just had a lucid dream durin a mid-day nap.

I was pretty tired of the lack of sleep so i took a nap (i NEVER take naps.. EVER)..

The dream begins...
so im walking in the basement of my house with my new iPad 2 which i take really good care of. I end up almost dropping it on the concrete floor but i save it half way but i see there is something wrong with it.. a part is haning loose.. "This can't be happening! this isnt real! this must be a dream" i thought by myself and in anger and fustration (and in hope that "please let this be a dream" i do a reality check and i realise i dream..
i go lucid:
I realize im in my suddenly in my school and i try to look at my hands which is all blurry and stuff so i calm myself down and try to stabalize the dream which didnt go well because.. im me.. and i get too excitet.. anywho in fustration i go to a girl that i dont know and i just grab her tits of some strange reason and the dream slowly fades out

after the lucid part fades out i wake up in my bed (i fell asleep IRL on my couch) but i didnt go lucid.. i wanted to see what time it was but as soon as i moved my arm the light went on automaticly and i went "what the fuck?".. suddenly this big yellow machine went rAWRAWRAWR and blew freakin cold air on my.. my dad came in and i asked him "what is this shit?!" and he said; "it is something you mum wanted" and he walked away. i tried to fall asleep again but i coudlnt because i couldnt turn off the lights. So instead of going back to sleep i went outside on the porch where aprrently there was a lot of creepy people. i went to the end of the table and had a seat in a comfy chair when some dude offered me some prime hookah.. i wanted to take a hit but the water was gone in the vase so i tasted like shit..

The dream skips a bit and now im talked with my mum about the old song "im an urban spaceman baby, i got speed" and how cool it was when it came out and how everybody danced to that "back in the good old days"... from here the dream fades away


Preeeeeetty good catch for an one hour nap, amirite?

The first thing I remember is being in my parent's old room & there were two people in their bed, which I can't identify, but I knew them somehow. There was this older guy (early 30's?) in the bathroom that was gonna take us somewhere that we all didn't want to go to, so I seduced him (for some reason my old psychology teacher comes to mind)... We were about to have sex but I realized that I needed to shave so I told him to hold on a second & I went to go into the other bathroom, & when I passed the bed with the two people in it, I said, "Don't worry, I'm gonna fuck him." The other bathroom looked exactly like my parent's bathroom that I just left. I shaved myself lying on the floor with a pink razor. When I was almost done, there was a knock at the door, which I expected to be the DC that I was going to have sex with, but it was someone else, maybe my brother or one of the DCs from the bed? I don't know. Anyway, he said that we had to leave. So I ran back to the other bathroom, pink razor in hand, & begged him to fuck me, that I was sorry, & that I was ready now. But he insisted that we go.

Then, somewhere along the line, I was in a different bathroom setting, with my "boyfriend" (he's a friend of mine, but in my dream we were together) & there were two other people, a male & a female who were also a couple. We switched our partners. I remember being okay with it, but then I saw through the wall behind the toilet, which the other girl was sitting on, & I remember seeing my partner go down on her & I got pissed. I wanted to call the whole thing off, but I decided to make him jealous by fucking my new partner's brains out, which he smiled & agreed to. I remember feeling afraid that he would think that I'm gross because I was heavier than his girlfriend.

Another part involved me, a girl, & a guy in the girl's bedroom. He was fingering her & I was licking her. It was getting pretty heavy, but then we heard her dads truck & we all scrambled to get dressed as she acted innocent & called out, "Hi daddy!" & waved out the window. Anyway, we all sat down in the next room, just in time (in plastic little kids' chairs). But then I realized that I left my cellphone on her bed. At first I decided that I would just leave it there because it would be more suspicious if I ran & got it & her dad saw me, but I ended up getting it back before he came inside the house anyway.

Dreamed on May 07, 2011
For some reason, I had this dead black cat (I seem to remember something about obtaining it in a grocery store?) & there was an evil spirit trying to inhabit it. So, I kept the carcass in my room until I figured out what to do with it. I remember seeing it on my nightstand rotting. I had to keep banishing the evil spirit from the cat's body but it wouldn't give up. After a while, I had my brother go downstairs to distract my mom so that we could get out of the house without her seeing the dead cat. Our plan was to go bury it. So, while he was doing that, I wrapped up the body in an AC/DC shirt & then went downstairs. When I got to the landing, there was this little boy waiting for me & my brother was gone. It was Halloween, so my mother told me to give him some candy, which I did even though I knew the real reason the boy was here--the evil spirit was inside of him & he temporarily inhabited the boy's body to get to the cat. I remember tickling him, acting like everything was okay. After I gave him the candy, he tried to run up the stairs to the cat (he didn't know I had the body with me) but I caught him & put him outside the front door. I then proceeded to go for a "walk", but I actually rode my bike to a graveyard, with my boyfriend (the little boy was gone when I left). When we got to the graveyard, the whole scene was really spooky & it was kind of dark out. There were open graves everywhere, & I remember seeing these big, fake eyeballs on the ground as well. When we went inside the gate, I realized that there were cat carcasses everywhere. I felt disgusted & scared & started to cry--I think I was barefoot at this point--so I just set the cat down instead of burying it as planned. My boyfriend & I got out of there as soon as possible & all of a sudden, we're at the top of my staircase & it starts to snow. The snowflakes looked like little yogurt clusters. My boyfriend said that he had a bad feeling about going downstairs & that he didn't want to, but my reasoning was that we were gonna have to face it sooner or later. He then decided to leave & ran down the stairs & then disappeared when he reached the bottom. He left me there to face whatever it was alone. So, I go downstairs & there's a creepy, sinister, ghostly, aristocratic man sitting in the recliner waiting for me. He orders me to get dog treats for him to feed to my chihuahua, Candy. I think I feared that he would hurt her. Anyway, I got the treats for him, which were in a tiny bag, so consequently, the treats were tiny as well. He acted like the treats were really important for some reason. Then I showed him that Candy could do tricks, & he seemed in total disbelief that she could beg. He wasted the whole bag in a matter of minutes, throwing handfuls of the treats at her. When he ran out, he demanded for more & I explained that we didn't have any more & would have to buy some at the store. I didn't really realize this while I was dreaming, but at some point, he turned into a woman. She had this piercing, scary beauty about her & she made me feel more uncomfortable than the man did. She made me sit on her lap & she showed me how she killed herself by touching my temporal lobes with her hands. The vision that came to me when she did this was her staring back at me in a crouched position with big, beautiful, frightening eyes & I asked her, "How can you be so beautiful & frightening at the same time?" She replied, "It depends on how far you're willing to be corrupted." She then stabbed herself in the eyes with what I think were golden-colored flats, which were, apparently, my shoes.