non-lucid

April 25, 2011

Notes
Hardly slept last night. Went to bed at 1:30am, woke up screaming for my mom. Took me awhile to fall back asleep, not sure when exactly. Woke up finally at 6am. I rarely have outright nightmares. Creepy, ominous, yes. Horrifying? No, not really. If I ever have a nightmare I usually will become lucid and then either stop/change the dream. Although I did do that this time, it was really late and the nightmare was practically already over. Also, three dreams inside of each other. I could make an inception joke, but honestly I'm still creeped out. My dream self didn't realize they were dreams inside dreams. Motifs of nothing, I've never had a dream quite like this. Also, I had dreams this weekend but they weren't too interesting seeing as I lost sleep. Also I wasn't home, so I didn't bother to write them down anyways.

Entry 010
I'm in Dr. Clark's room. We have some huge essay to write, it's due in 30 minutes, but I'm so tired. I lay my head down on my desk and fall asleep.

I'm in my bed, except I realized later that it was on the wrong side of the room and exact to my old bed back home. I'm half-asleep, my body is already paralyzed and my mind is mostly unconscious. As I'm lying there, about to enter a deep sleep, I feel something on my back. It feels like a hand. For a minute I don't feel particularly worried about this. The hand is running over my back, slipping lower until it runs over my ass. I feel uncomfortable. Then I can feel nails digging into me. I realize there is no hand, but the touch persists. I realize the hand belongs to some kind of demon, and that its intention is to murder me. My body is still paralyzed. I try screaming, but all that comes out of my throat is a strangled grunt. It's not loud enough for anyone to hear. I know that I have to stand up and get out of here. I try to stand, but I can't. I fall to my knees and drag myself to the door. Along the way I see something out of the corner of my eye. It's a little man, about as wide and tall as a bowling pin, dressed in clothes like Charlie Chaplin with white pasty skin, frizzy black hair and huge, staring, yellow eyes. I open the door and drag myself to the hall. I try screaming more, but I'm still not able. I think I see my mom on the couch, but it's dark. I get to the couch, someone's there. I'm safe. I relax, fall asleep by the couch.

I wake up. I'm in bed. Something is touching me. Repeat of the last dream, but as I reach my door this time I think "My bed is on the other wall. Didn't I just have this dream?" and I realize I'm dreaming. My dream self, however, is still panicking. It's screaming at me to get the hell out of the room. The will of my dream self overpowers my lucid self and I fling the door open. There's a blinding white light.

I open my eyes. I'm screaming. My mom is in the doorway.

Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of April 22-23

I have returned to Japan to live there again. I live in an apartment that is in the same city and the same neighborhood as the one I lived in the first time, but it's several times as big, and has a separate kitchen as well as a larger bathroom.

I'm outside of the building, on the north side of it, standing on a large, open, elevated concrete plaza. [It kind of resembled the one that's part of the queue for Space Mountain at Disneyland, now that I think of it, only bigger. It definitely doesn't exist in real life, at least, not there.] I admire the view of the nearby hills and the old houses that are on top of them. [Um, what?] There is a tourist there with me, pointing a camera to the south at the big apartment building behind me. I tell him that he's at one of the three or four most popular places in the city to take pictures. [What. There are an awful lot more than three or four such places in my city, and that certainly isn't one of them.]

I have a conversation with someone in Japanese, and I seem to handle it fairly well. The words come quite easily. [And I don't remember any of them being off or weird, as they sometimes have been in previous dreams.] Nevertheless, I feel concerned about my Japanese language abilities no longer being adequate to deal with the day-to-day tasks of living here, especially not now that I'm fully responsible for dealing with all the transaction details for things like bills and rent. [This is currently of my ongoing background thoughts in real life, too, but one I haven't been able to give much conscious thought to. Obviously.] I take out my foreign resident registration card, look at it, and think, This is the one from last time, so it's expired now, but it'll be good until I can get an updated one. [Um, no. It doesn't work that way. I don't have the one from last time anymore in real life; I handed it in upon leaving Japan to return to the U.S., which is required.]

Night of April 23-24

My mom and I are driving through a wild area in the brown car. We're looking for an outdoor wedding ceremony that someone told us we should attend. We drive along, and I spot the ceremony: it's taking place on the opposite side of the river from where our car is. We drive along the river for a ways, looking for a place where we can cross it and turn around.

[Different scene.] My mom and I are shopping in the shopping center nearest our house [the one we often walk through in reality]. We're in a smallish, narrowish store that sells beauty products. We leave it and walk along the walkway that passes in front of all the shops, heading back home on foot. There is a man there who only has the upper half of one leg left, and who gets around on crutches. There is also a woman in an electric mobility vehicle there. She's wearing a T-shirt [I think; or it might have been a sign] with text on it that says that she's from a very large family, and that her mother started having children when she was only 11 [!!]. I get into a very long, involved conversation with this woman. [I don't remember most of it now, but I do remember that] One of the topics of conversation is how different our points of view and perspectives are because of the different experiences we've had. At one point, I say, “And I don't care about kids, unless they're my students.” She replies, “You see? Different perspectives.” We walk all the way to the end of the shopping center and turn up the road that leads back to my house.

Can't remember dreams from last night. Nappp.

T's ex came over to our house and they were talking about something they didn't want me to hear. They were talking about a girl and I thought they were hiding something from me. I asked T to come into the bedroom and talk to me. He followed me into the bedroom and I asked what was going on. He gave me a pathetic smile and told me he needed to show me something. He takes his ring and it's in some sort of jewelry box and he points to it as if to say he chose me and I had nothing to worry about.

And just for fun. This is the earliest dream I can remember from when I was 4 years old.

I was at my grandparents house and I had this dream right around my 4th birthday. I was in a bunk bed, top bunk, and my grandparents were sleeping on the bottom. I'm up there with the skeleton guy on "Tales of the Crypt" I think that's what it's called... He's just up there talking to me.

Last night I remember 2 separate dreams, and one that is more of a fragment.

I dreamed that I was with two friends, one of which I could identify as my friend, Fredrik, and one DC without a name. I dreamed that we were playing some kind of game where we had to sit in a sofa sort of thing that was attached to a metal contruction. At the push of a button, the sofa quickly started traveling along the tracks of this construction, sort of like a rollercoaster. At first, it went quickly down to a dip that by the normal laws of physics would've caused the sofa to get completly stuck, but instead it seemed to just jolt past this gap. I do remember however that going past this part of the ride made a really harsh bump that I really disliked. Then it travelled a bit upwards, then down again then really quickly ascended a slight hill. At the end of this we were ejected out of the sofa and had to attempt to shoot ourselves into holes in a wall. Kinda like how you throw balls into holes at a faire, except we were the balls. The area around us was really dark, as if we were in a damp cave.

The next dream was with a group of people whom I could mostly not identify. I do know that one of them was an old teacher of mine (that I really liked). They were sitting and watching something, and me and another dream character were cooking some sort of food. At some point, whoever I was cooking with got hurt by something, and went to sit down. At this point, my teacher and one other person decided that it was important to keep people distracted from something, so they (with very serious demeanor) started entertaining the group through various means.
*THIS IS WHERE IT GETS FUCKED UP*
They started singing a song about daring to take chances to be with the one you love, and as they were singing, various pairs of toys I had as a child started appearing in the food. They searched for the other one of the same kind, and when they found their match, they got out of the pot and disappeared. I can really vividly see a pair of toy soldiers floating around in a pot of bacon sauce, and as soon as they touched eachother they just climbed out of the pot and disappeared. This went on until the dream ended.

I also have this fragment of a dream where a friend of mine, Adina, whom has recently lost her shades, decided to buy a new pair. And I disliked it. A lot.

I am at work and it’s the first day of the week. But its Tuesday as there was a bank holiday. I struggle with getting deliveries I have ordered. I am looking in the basement and loading bay delivery room and I look through all the deliveries. I need to sort out all the ones that are not for me. It confuses me a bit as there are some old ones and out of date. Then I find the right one. It all happened by the big compactor. I put the delivery on the ground and just as I turn around and turn back it disappears. I look around where it is and see one of the cleaners there. It’s a big polish girl with straight blond hair with another black cleaner. They putted everything in a rubbish bin. I start taking it out but cannot find everything so I search around. Then a delivery guy comes and gives me a copy of an invoice.

Lucidity: 5/10
Vividness: 7/10
Length: ~3 Min.

I was Spider-Man swinging like no tommorow. I wanted to have different powers because I didn't feel like swinging. But then I thought I was sleeping in class so I woke myself up and I was in class but was a false awakening.

I don't really remember much about the dream i had but i do remember the last part before i woke up. i was at my grandma's house, and that's behind my house. I was walking to find a puppy that looks very familiar. after going in my grandma's house, she tells me that their back and i saw my two dogs that i had before my mom gave them to other people while we where in vacation. I was really excited that both had come back, and they looked the same before and then my grandma's boyfriend tells me that they have flee's. after that i looks at my dog , then I wake up finding out it was a dream.

Somehow I became a vampire. I called M to help me, he pulled up in a new car that he was very proud of, even though when I got in it was already dirty. His girlfriend whom he called his "wife" drove separate, he had to give her something, he didn't make any notion to introduce me so I just got in the car. M was reluctant to help me but did give me some advice, that gravy and vinegar was a good alternative to blood. We drove around and he let me out on a random street. Some random teens started talking to me like we were friends. I was nice to them (I don't normally chat with strangers, let alone young people) until I found out the cute girl was gay. (How shallow of me!).

The next thing I know I'm at murder scene in a house of someone I met briefly. The detective and I looked around the house but didn't find anything too suspicious. I took the slide (wee!) down to the basement where the kid was, he said there was another dog down there so I brought him upstairs where it was safe (using my vampire jumping powers and strength) and took the detective lady to the basement. On the way down we heard screams, when we got back up everyone had been bitten and turned into vampires! I killed the bad vampire and gave people the option of living or being killed before they completely turn. The rest of the dream was discussion on who had the right to decide someone's fate, this concerning the kid that was turned and if he should be able to decide his own fate.

Second dream.
More vampires!
This time a group of people were getting ready to beat up on vampires we captured, because they wouldn't die from being beaten it was good practice. This took place in a mall. The first victim was definitely a vampire, but after that they seemed like regular people who were resigned to being punching bags. At one point a kid had to beat up a fat girl. Then they switched places and she beat him up while he wore her underwear. Don't ask me. Finally it was my turn, I was wearing a nicer shirt and was kind of worried about that as I was waiting, but I rolled up my sleeves and stepped toward him. I couldn't bring myself to hit him so I made him a vampire again and let him more or less free, so we could fight each other equally. I beat him up using lots of martial arts that seemed fancy at the time. Then I woke up.

Dream - Lucid

I remember Kacey and her ex boyfriend being in some office room and sneakily trying to make/watch porno (the porno they were watching was of themselves). I feel like I was somehow doing it too, but not with them.

I then remember looking at some carnival ride that went really fast. It would light up in yellows. You entered a box and the ride took you around very fast in a square. If you landed on one of the corners of the square, you won a prize. The winning box would light up green. I remember telling Kacey that I had won the prize once.

Then, I was on some crazy carnival ride that took you back and forth, like a see-saw, and then upside down and right side up very fast. I remember it was blue. I did NOT want to be on the ride, and I kept hearing, every time the ride would switch directions, someone saying
"Hold on!"
I held on tight to a bar. I remember holding on with only one hand at some point.

Stress and lack of sleep is seriously killing my recall. But school will be over soon, so that should take some stress off. Thank. Goodness. -_-

About to begin baseball practice. (We are practicing where our highschool softball field is, which is unusual). I start talking with friends and then realize the practice has began and I am late. I run into the locker room to get changed. Now, for some reason, it is that I am late for class instead of practice. And the class is taught by my baseball coach. I run into the class only to realize that I am wearing nothing but a towel around my waist. People snicker and the coach/teacher asks if I have clothes. I run out of the room and go back to the locker room and get changed. I come back to the class.

all i remember is i was working in a restaurant and cleaning dishes then making ice cream and so.

then si dont remember exactly but there was some weird stuff on that place where i was ...

i dont remember my dreams exactly cus when i wake up i have to go to work or school. so no time to write them down :S



karli *

April 24, 2011

Non-lucid, brief lucidity

I am at a bar with a friend of mine waiting for a band to play. They are scheduled to begin at 4:00pm, and it is now 6:00pm. I look at the table, and see it's glassy, bubbly surface, and a sudden thought strikes me: "I'm only 17....what am I doing in a bar?" and I become lucid. The background fades to black, and I am looking at the table and my hands on it as if through a filmy plastic. I attempt to stabilize the dream by focusing on my hands, and feeling the surface of the table, as well as reinforcing the fact in my mind that I am lucid dreaming. This meets with no success. I allow lucidity to slip away after getting frustrated. My friend and I wait longer, until at 8:00, with still no band, we decide to leave. On our way out the door, we run into another friend of mine, and decide to go get some supper. We are driving around the city choosing where to go when the dream ends.
I believe it is the ADA technique that I have been trying lately that brought on this lucid dream. At the moment of lucidity it was more like a daydream than a lucid dream - I was just as aware of my sleeping body as I was of my dream body. This would have been a good moment to try yelling 'Clarity now!', or something similar in order to bring myself more fully into the dream.

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Endof theskool day, walking home and saw lexa[/SIZE] with her friends. i was talking to her then her idiotbf comes along and fuks everything up. so we got into a fight.it was epiv like petervs chicken on family guy and it ended whith me doing the backstabber on her back.He was on weed and for some reason i was about 3 or 4 years older. anyway he got arrested and i woke up.(For so,e reason i was allso watchin the fight through sky it was called 'The Sperm' I was plaued by Chris Brown and him as Micheal Jai White, It was like the Jax Vs. Kano fight in Mortal Kombat Legacy.)

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some kind of big building like a museum. The building seemed to have a couple of floors, the upper floor and lower floor visible to each other. The lower floor was far down from the upper floor and was connected to it by a bunch of ramps. The walls were fronted by brown wood panels, which were set aslant from the real walls. Mild lights beamed down from the high ceiling.

I was on the upper floor, but I was talking to an old lady who stood in front of some painting down on the lower floor. The old lady had grey hair in a big perm. She may have also been wearing a blue, polyester suit, like from the 1970s.

I was apparently either a Nazi or Jewish. Somebody, not in the museum, had said something degrading about me because of what I was. The person who insulted me may have been something like a Nazi.

I was complaining to the lady. The old lady told me something like I should go right now to confront the person who had insulted me before. She told me something very specific to tell him. It may have involved dropping her name.

I may then have imagined a view of me walking outside, into the black night, in some kind of suburban area. I then imagined, without sound, being in some kind of public setting and standing before a black man, as if I were in the process of telling him to stop degrading my Nazi or Jewish character.

Dream #2

Some man had died. Something about this had caused a ghost or demon to occupy the man's place. So now there was some kind of exorcism being performed.

It was black night. A black man was chasing the ghost, who looked like Debbie Harry. The black man was dressed in some kind of outfit with a straw-woven chest plate made out of long, white beads and a tall headress that looked something like a fountain made out of straw and grass. The man kept hitting Debbie Harry on the head with what looked like drumsticks with padded tops.

The man was chasing the ghost along a weird structure that was like a maze of ramps made out of wooden planks, like a bunch of wooden bridge-like ramps. There were flat areas as well, also made out of the wooden bridge-like structures. The ramps and flat areas were all lit up by light bulbs like the light bulbs on amusement park rides.

The wooden structure was as big as a mansion or an apartment building. It seemed to be on the shore of a beach, at the edge of some kind of dense jungle.

The ghost may finally have run into some high up, central area of the structure. The central area was really lit up with a bunch of lights. It was either something like an altar or a throne.