non-lucid

Nothing

April 23, 2011

Non-lucid, WBTB

*I am listening to an isochronic tone designed for WBTB - it has 20 minutes of silence to allow you to fall asleep before coming in with the tone.

I am inside my home, sitting at my computer. My cousin arrives for a visit in his truck (as he will actually be doing today) and I go outside to meet him. |From here the dream skips from afternoon to nighttime, or I am unable to recall the gap between them.| I go out for a walk with my cousin's horse, which is a pale white with large blue spots on it. We head out to the highway, and I believe this is where the iso tone I am listening to kicks in. The highway actually is my bed, and the pavement is my mattress. Despite this obvious hint that I am dreaming, I don't become lucid. The horse falls off to the side, lands on a second mattress, and shrinks to a minuscule size. Passersby are laughing at the fact that I am walking such a tiny animal. As it climbs back up, it grows even larger than before, and the ones who were laughing lose their arrogance and walk on by.
It is at this point the dream becomes more of a nightmare.
The horse is shot from somewhere, and I dive behind it for cover. I hear laughing from a hidden spot in the trees, and I am told I don't have to worry about being shot. I believe them, and get up and walk back home. When I arrive there, I go to my room and begin sorting out a pile of screws and nails I have in my closet. I then remember there were some in my bookshelf as well, and go check that pile. I see a spiderweb attached to this pile, and recoil. I look a bit closer, and realize that it is just a tiny spider, smaller than the eraser of a pencil. Then my eyes focus slightly behind it, and see one the size of my two fists put together. It shifts, and I run out of my bedroom. I poke my head around my bedroom door just in time to see it roll out of it's nest and drop to the floor with a sickening thud. Again, I withdraw in fear, this time informing my family of the situation. They assure me that we have no spiders that large, and I assure them that despite that, I saw one. I go back to confirm that it is there, and I peek my head around the corner again to see it leap from my bed to catch a fly and sit on the floor boastfully devouring it's victim. Later, I am sitting at the supper table with my family recounting the tale of the monstrous arachnid, and they are laughing at my fear, still not aware that I saw a spider like this.
The dream ends as I wake up.
What makes this dream interesting is that I think I can point to the moment where the isochronic tone kicked in, which would be when the highway was made out of my mattress. This was a huge hint towards the fact that I was dreaming, but I didn't quite pick up on it.

DJ Log: April 23, 2011 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am walking around in a large old house, looking into all of the rooms as I walk by. In every room, there are people in the process of taking some kind of drug-like substances. I walk up the stairs and in every room upstairs, there are groups of two or more people having sex.

Wish I could recall more, but I found my journal after being awake for 3 hours and this is all it said, old house/(illegible text)/doing drugs in rooms/lots of sex upstairs/(illegible text)

I only had small fragments about pillars. I didn't get much sleep and had to wake early.

Vividness: N/A
Realism: N/A
Lucid Aids: None
Meditation: 10 Minutes

No daily preparation

I can't remember this whole dream very well; just from a certain point onwards:

Lucid = orange

I'm sitting on a couch with a couple of men, and we're watching something. I'm sitting next to a darker-skinned guy but he's getting a bit too close for my liking. I move away but he just gets closer again, making me feel rather uncomfortable in the process. I tell him to move away a bit but he doesn't really do anything, and laughs. I then have enough of it and get up, then another guy gets his dick out and starts wanking over me, so I try to instantly get out of the room, but the guy holds me down climaxes all over me before I can. I then break free and run out of the room and down a hallway, through another door (my clothes are kind of hanging off me) and into some posh dining place. I die of embarrassment and immediately vacate the area, running out of the building completely.
The perverted rapists are behind me and for some reason the police as well.

Next I'm running through a hospital-like area (can't remember how I got there) and the police are shooting at me, but I dodge all the bullets matrix style and break the line of sight, spotting a toilet ahead which I race into (I didn't pay attention to whether it was a men's or woman's toilet, but I think it was a woman's one. Quite frankly I was too occupied). There's a woman in there, and I dive into a cubicle before she spots me, in-case she's on their side.
I then randomly realise I'm just dreaming, and that none of this is real, which gives me a surge in confidence, and just walk out of the cubicle not caring that I'm in the opposite gender's toilet or that there are people after me (constantly reminding myself that everything is just a dream, and not real). I get a proper look at the woman, and she's quite hot, but to avoid anything going down, I instantly start buttering her up with foreplay, knowing that she would comply. Things develop very quickly until the point where she hops onto my lap with her arms around my neck (if you get what I mean). I then notice 2 black men running towards the toilet (most likely after me) and shuffle over (with me and her still interlocked) and lock the door, so that they can't get in. I then take her back to where we were before and my vision starts fading, as per usual, but I'm determined to stay lucid this time, so I tell her ''Baby, I need your help. Help me stay lucid.'' and hold both of her hands, putting all my energy into how it feels. Eventually stability returns to me, and we're free to continue what we were doing. Things get more and more heated, and I remind myself now and then that it's not real. Then something shocking happens; this woman turns into a some kind of black demon, with multiple eyes, that are a vibrant red colour and hisses ''What if I'm a manifestation of everything negative within you!?'' (or something very similar to that) Although I know I'm dreaming, for some reason fear starts to take over and I race to the door to get out. I remember I locked it. I unlock it as fast as I can before this thing gets to me and run out.
Next I find myself running down Lysander (the doorway must have acted as some kind of teleport since I wanted to get away). I knew I was away but still kind of worried that this Demon might be chasing me, so I jump up and start flying, soaring down the road. I'm paying a lot of attention to everything around me, and note how everything is extremely vivid, yet none of it is real. It fascinates me; how this lucid is very vivid, looking just like real life, yet it's merely a dream; something conjured up by my brain.
The road then leads me into town, and I can see cars and people going by. For a laugh, I decide to land on one of the cars and see where it takes me. I spot my target, and then it speeds up quite a bit, racing off into the distance, but I'm determined to catch up to him, and will myself to speed up accordingly. I'm now flying at amazing speed, loving every second of it, and catch up to the car within a manner of seconds, landing on the roof. The driver honks his/her horn with disapproval, but I don't care as it's just a dream, so I can get away with anything I please.
Eventually it takes me to the centre of town, and I hop off and go near the bus stop. Although there are a few people walking about, I figure I should call for some homies and start yelling ''Whoop Whoop! Where my Juggalo's at?!'' and similar things. Then I start seeing homies running up to me, some of which painted up, which I find awesome. Things still seem a bit bare though, so I call for some Juggalette's too, and sure enough some ladies enter the group (likewise, some painted up, some not). I take quite a fancy to one of them and pull her over to the wall and start making out. I hear cheers and applause from the group, obviously liking the fact I just pulled so easily, referring to me as some form of Legend. Then the dream randomly starts fading out and I feel wakefulness creeping up, but the image of the girl stays constant - frozen in time. I just focus on this image and try to go back to sleep, in the hope of reinstating lucidity.

Then a new scene appears before me. I'm sitting down with a group that's circled around a fire, looking down at a guy's crotch area. I'm not fully in the dream at this point, but I seize this opportunity. (I'm not sure why I did what I did next, but I guess it makes sense since I wanted to ground myself into the dream with any means necessary, and touched on 3 senses with 1 action) I then grab this guys crotch area, noting how it feels (I'm a straight guy, so this is quite strange) and then proceed to whip it out and start giving him head. My eyes are open while I'm doing this, and although I'm surprised at myself, I can feel the dream becoming stronger around me. Then I get up and start walking around, and am immediately greeted by a false awakening.

I'm in bed (in my old room) unaware that I'm still dreaming, and proceed to record my lucid experience. While I'm doing this, however, I can feel 'sleep' overcoming me against my will, and then I find myself back in the same scene as I was in before.

I realise I'm back in the dream and become lucid. I'm now on a higher level of ground, looking down at where I just was. There's a guy to the right of me and he says something which I don't remember now, but it had some usefulness. I asked him if he was a dream guide, and he said ''Of sorts, yes.''. I then proceeded to ask him about why my dream guides are always different, and whether the guy from a previous lucid was a guide or not. He was confused as to who I meant, so I reminded him, and told him about the guy who murdered that girl. He then knew who I meant, and told me not to worry about it, as it was in the past. I accepted his response and noticed there was another of him standing behind him. I ignored this and followed him into a house.

I was then sitting with him and a rather different looking Niall around a table, asking him a lot of questions. I don't recall what they were, or the answers, but I do remember thinking that he talked about a lot of things that reminded me of myself; reinforcing the fact that he was actually manifestation of a part of my mind. Both him and Niall were making things. Although, there was something about Niall which scared me. I removed something off of his face (a mask or layer of his face or something) twice, changing his appearance both times to his 'true' form. He looked like some type of baby, although he was still the same size as in real life. I was worried he was going to attack me and picked up some scissors for self-defence. My 'guide' gave me a ''wtf are you doing?'' look and for a moment I was worried he might read my thoughts and get on the offensive, so I dismissed my worry and changed my motives and said ''Well, these are less likely to hurt him, so I think he should use these.''
Note: 'Niall' was cutting things out and stuff with a pair of normal scissors, but these were considerably different.
My 'guide' then responded with ''Good thinking!''. Then the both of them finished what they were making. I can't remember what the 'guide' did but Niall made some tower with loads of edible animals on it. I get up and walk around the table, inspecting their work, and ask the 'guide' if I could reinstate lucidity for me, as I needed to wake up soon and write everything down so that I don't forget. He told he it was fine and that he would. I then inquired about their work; that if they were parts of me, I should be able to produce similar results. The 'guide' concurred, and then a few moments later I awoke.

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I'm by myself, playing around in my back yard (which seems much larger than normal) when I noticed what seems to be a bird's nest. However, it's weird because in my dream it's resting at the bottom of one of the trees in the yard. There are about five or so eggs in there, and one of them is partially hatched. The sight makes me extremely sad because in the partially hatched one I can see part of the animal inside and I believed it to be dead and I pick it up. However, all of a sudden the eggs continues to hatch and out emerges some sort of owl species. I absolutely fall in love with it and the feeling appears to be mutual as it crawls up my arm and settles there. It already knows how to fly and we become sort of best friends and are completely in sync with one another.

There then seems to be a bit of a time skip, because all of a sudden it's a few years later. I'm searching for my owl but I can't find it anywhere. I quickly find out that someone has stolen my owl and killed it, and this makes me extremely angry. I track the kidnapper to a group of scientists who are working to perfect the human being by infusing various animal DNA into various humans. I find out that they killed my owl and another woman's child so they can fuse the genes and create a new being. I go kind of insane and begin killing the scientists with whatever I can find, and halfway through my massacre I wake up from my dream.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a kitchen in a small suburban house at night. The kitchen was dim, as if lit only by a small fluorescent light from some place like over the counter or the sink. A small oval table filled up most of the kitchen. The kitchen opened directly to the living room and gave a straight view to the house's front door, which was open.

I seem to have seen everything from a point of view as if I were sitting on the floor or as if I were a small child standing near the table.

There were a lot of people in the kitchen. Some of them were probably my family members. Others were possibly friends of my family members, but I'm pretty sure I didn't know them. We were celebrating some kind of Asian ceremonial dinner.

My old friend L stood up and said that her husband was in the bedroom. Apparently he was too sick to come out into the kitchen with the rest of us. But he was still going to celebrate the Asian ceremony. I could see him in bed, wearing pale blue, 1950s style pajamas, sitting in a big, fluffy bed, possibly even with an old style ice pack on his head and a thermometer in his mouth.

L had prepared a whole tray of dinner items for her husband. The tray was silver, and there was a tall, thin, silver coffee pot on it. L herself was dressed in an "Asian-style" (???) black, silk mini-dress. The dress was sparsely adorned along the chest with gleaming squares of red and green glass or jewels. At the waist there were squares of diamonds (?) which were arranged to look like a thick belt.

L looked so beautiful, and her dress' adornments gleamed so brightly that everybody was stunned into silence as she walked out of the kitchen. In the living room she turned left and walked out of sight. One guy in particular, possibly a fattish, oldish man, had his mouth wide open in arousal.

There seemed to be much fewer people in the kitchen now. In fact, it may have been just my mom, one other person, and I. I now saw a line of older, Asian men walking into the house and filing into the kitchen. There were three or four men.

The men wore long, slender robes of a thin material like bed sheets. The robes were kind of neutral colors, like pale, light brown. They had kind of standard, paisley-like designs, like you might see on a bandana. The men also wore headdresses that seemed to be made out of something like wicker or twisted twigs. The headdresses were like three or four tall loops that tiered upward to look something like crowns. At least one of the men also wore eyeglasses.

Despite this kind of drab appearance, something about the Asian men seemed to be iridescent and gleaming, as if just a thin patina of some kind of purple, pink, and blue material were coating the crowns and possibly also the robes. I didn't know whether to be impressed by or disappointed by the men.

I ended up walking away from the table and into the living room as my mom began speaking with the men, possibly doing something like making arrangements for whatever kind of ceremony they might be performing for everybody at the house. As I walked away from the table I was probably seeing from the viewpoint of a small child.

I could hear my mom talking as I walked into the living room. When I got into the living room, it was daytime. The living room was kind of full of bright daylight. I turned left. I now saw from my adult height. One of my uncles possibly sat in a recliner chair at the left side of the room.

My mom was still in the kitchen, talking with someone like my uncle. I could hear her as if she were speaking from within the back of my head. She was complaining about my uncle (as if she weren't speaking to him!). She said, "I have a lot of energy to do things. Not like him. Because I don't do all those things he does, like listen to rock music and write weird stories on the internet."

I felt guilty because I listen to rock music and write stories on the internet. So I felt like maybe I was wasting my energy instead of doing useful things. I may have started looking at a tall, thin bookcase which was near the front door.

I now had a view of a scene like from a movie. There were two male police officers. They were plainclothes detectives, and they were dressed in suits, possibly 1970s style suits. One cop was black. The other cop was Mexican, and may have looked like a fat, worn-out version of Jimmy Smits.

One of the cops got shot in the stomach. The other cop seemed to be really surprised by this, and he opened and puckered his mouth as if he himself had gotten shot in the stomach.

Dream #2

I was in a room that was like a copy room in an office. But it also seemed to be part of some building in the woods, like a ranger center in a national park. There was a window letting in a moderate amount of natural light. But there were no lights on in the room, I think. The room itself may have been pretty cluttered. There was even a cot-like bed near the door into the hallway of the office.

I stood by the copier, waiting for some printing job of mine to come out. Apparently I was waiting for some kind of series of pages of charts or tables for a report that my boss was putting out.

The job itself was four pages long, each page with two tables. The tables themselves may have consisted of a title section and a body. But both the title and body were just empty rectangles. There were paragraphs of description between each table. A number of copies were being printed out, but they were interspersed with two other jobs that some other people at the office were printing out.

Both of the other jobs were being printed in color. They had green lettering. One just appeared to be the print out of a Power Point presentation -- although it seemed like it was only the back pages of the presentation: all the legal disclosures "fine print." The other report seemed to be written all in Arabic. It may have been a full report, including maps (of Africa?), but it also included a lot of "fine print" pages, also in Arabic.

The jobs were all being printed out so randomly that I had to sift through all the pages just to find my pages. I was getting so tired that I actually sat down in a small, cot-like chair right next to the copier's feed area and slouched far back while shuffling through the loads of paper that kept coming out.

I was apparently wearing khaki shorts and no shirt. My pale blue shirt, which I wear to bed at night, was laying somewhere, as if I had been wearing it, but I had taken it off. Also, at some point, bright, fluorescent lights were on in the copy room.

As I shuffled through the loads of paper, I became really interested in the report written in Arabic. I couldn't understand any of it, obviously, but it seemed to be about something really interesting.

Suddenly my boss opened the door. The chair was so close to the door that my boss couldn't open the door all the way. He looked in and saw what I was doing -- looking through all these other reports. He started to ask me about something work-related. But, disgusted with me, he stopped talking and just shut the door.

I felt bad for having been looking at the other reports. But I then wondered why I should feel bad. My boss had set me to the task of retrieving all these pages. And that's what I was doing. They were just all coming out so randomly that I had begun to occupy myself with other stuff in the meantime.

But, still, feeling guilty, I stood up and walked around in the copy room, as if walking around would somehow prove that I was actually working. The lights were off again in the copy room, and only natural light from the window came in.

I could now hear my boss complaining to someone, possibly one of his bosses, about how he had discovered me in the copy room, wearing shorts and no shirt. I suddenly became conscious of the weirdness of my attire, even though I had been aware of my attire before. I wondered how I could have worn my night time shorts and shirt to work, and what would have made me take off my shirt altogether.

There was apparently a back door to the copy room now. It was open. I looked out. There was something like a forest scene: pine trees, and grey, kind of chilly light.

I looked back into the copy room to find my shirt. I may have found it on the bed. I walked over to the bed. The bed was now full of food. A lot of the food was stuff like snack bars and yogurt-covered fruit and nuts and stuff. Some of the snack bars were like oatmeal with red jelly. There were also Ziploc bags and brown paper lunch bags on the table. There may also have been some kind of padded carrying bags.

I realized that I had to put together a few lunches, at least for myself. It wasn't quite like I was going on a hiking trip, but it was like I was going away for a while, and possibly into the woods. I may have been going with a group of friends. I started to focus on the task of putting the lunches together. I wondered if I would do a good job.

I was now standing next to my sister. My sister's best friend A was also in the room. My sister may have said something. I may have made a really careless comment that made my sister feel really bad about herself. I realized as soon as I'd said it that I shouldn't have said it.

My sister made a weird comment, in a cheerful tone, regarding the way people feel when people make bad comments about them. It was like my sister wasn't acknowledging -- maybe didn't even realize -- the bad thing I'd said. But she was expressing almost exactly my guilty feelings after what I'd said.

I looked at my sister. She was really short and really fat. She had a scrunched in, extremely solid-looking face, which looked like the face of A's mother, except that it was deep red and rock hard. I felt really bad, because I felt like my statement may have made my sister look like this.

It was now like the room was just a bedroom-sized room with just the bed in it. The back door still opened out to the forest. The floor was white tile. My mom now came into the room at some point and began complaining about my sister. I walked out of the room at some point. I walked into a hallway which may have led to a living room. I then came back into the room.

For some reason my sister and A had taken over the task of putting the lunches together. But they may actually have stopped making the lunches. We were still going away into the mountains. But it was also like we weren't going into the mountains. We were no longer going outside.

My sister explained. She said she'd heard some kind of siren-like or buzzing noise outside. This noise was something like either a man-made alarm or some other kind of indicator of a dangerous situation. My sister said, "It sound like there's going to be a lot of radiation outside. I thought we shouldn't go out there. I even think this might be the end of everything for us. There might be too much radiation in the air."

-I really didn't have a good night last night, so I only can remember one dream. It was like someone was playing Dragon age II, except since I haven't played that yet, it waspretty much what I thought it would look like, and whatever class the guy who was playing took, it looked an awful lot like The Undertaker. Once the game begins, a messenger boy comes to deliver him a message, and so the guy sets out to do...things.

Dream - Lucid

All I remember from my first dream is stretching my real body at the end of it and waking up actually stretching.

~

I was in some dark woods. My mom was trying to kill me. Not just me, but a lot of people. I was trying to avoid her.

I then remember being in a dark creek bed with little water in it. My mom came from the distance, and looked over the creek at me. She told me she was going to kill me. I stuck my face in the small amount of water in he creek and pretended like I was drowning myself. I actually thought about really drowning myself while I was down there. I let out my breath. My mom saw what I was doing.
"Good.", she said.

As soon as I knew she was gone, I got up out of the water. I walked a little ways down the drying out creek bed. I saw guards behind me, searching for people. I knew that they shouldn't see me.

I also remember seeing my mom again, but it was like we were in my house now, which was still pretty dark. My mom now knew that I was alive, so I decided to tell her how I felt. I told her that I was upset with her because of what she was doing. She denied it, saying that she hadn't been doing that at all.

Then, I remember being outside in the creek bed again. I was sitting on a rock. Next to me was a small white cat. Her fur was all tattered and you could see that she had a lot of fleas; they were crawling around under her fur. I then knew that her father had gone missing, and she was very sad because there was a good chance that he was dead. I started to talk to her, trying to ask her if I could help her find her father. She just looked away from me. Then I asked her something, I don't remember what, but she said
"Because you're stupid."
I replied
"Oh? Where did you hear that from?"
"The newspaper.", she replied.
"I don't care about that.", I said.
I then started trying to talk to her about herself, trying to distract her from her sadness. I asked her what she was interested in, and she started talking about "partitioning", which, in the dream, meant hunting for very large diamonds. She started telling me about a famous "partitioner" in Argentina. She started getting very excited. I looked at her again, and she was now a girl, not a cat.

Then, I remember feeling my permanent bottom retainer in my mouth with my tongue. It then fell out in two pieces. It had never fallen out before. I spit it out into my hand. I thought about going to the orthodontist, but it was Saturday, so they were closed. Someone next to me told me they were easy to put back in. I tried to put it back in, but wasn't sure if I did it right. I felt it back in my mouth with my tongue.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Intended to get lucid this morning with a short WBTB. Didn't even get up and I fell back asleep. Next time I woke up it was way too late to bother. Had a few cool dreams which makes up for it.

23.30: Sleep

10.00: Damn bees
I'm with my friend G in a forest. I have no idea what we're going to do, but apparently collecting honey from bees is something we need to do. I guess it's survival time. We spot a big nest on a fallen log and get to work. I watch as G tries to dig the honey out and he's covered in bees. They don't seem to hurt him really, but soon I can't take it. My arm hurts and I run away. I look down at my arm and it's completely covered in ants. They're huge and glistening black. I spot a single bee on my finger stinging me. I flick the bee away and try to find another way around the nest.

I start climbing a cliff next to a lake. It's got spots of ice on it and the ice is brown and yellow. A narrator voice starts talking. "It's over a hundred years old, and hard as rock". I carefully position my feet to not slip, but I soon realise it's impossible to pass here. I head back and start walking back towards G. I spot him up ahead, lying down. Oh shit he's unconscious. I jump over the fallen log and shake G awake. "We gotta go!" I tell him and pick him up and drag him away. Soon he's walking on his own. We arrive at a camp with a small fire going. "We need to put him down by the fire" I tell everyone and we start stacking tiny pieces of wood to make a bed or something. What were you supposed to do when someone got stung by a bee? Oh well. "We will not choose this island next time" G tells me.

10.00: Fighting dad with heavy weapons
I'm on a big stage at a consert. There are people everywhere and I know one of the guys playing in the band. He tells me to follow him and I do. We exit the stage through the covers and when I reach the end of the backstage, I see tons of people in a line. It's probably ten people wide, and I can see a line going through it where no one is standing. I spot the guy I was with at the end of the broad line and I jump down and follow him. Halfway through the crowd, someone starts yelling. "It's him!". Everyone goes crazy and starts running towards the star. He runs towards a large field and I get semi-lucid, imagining myself running in huge leaps. I quickly reach the front of the crowd and we run towards a grove of tree's.

I need to hide the key I'm holding. I climb up some rocks and jump through some bushes. I hide the key cleverly and look around. There are long and thin trees all around me, like bamboo. I climb one of them and scout. The dream gets kinda fuzzy from here. I see small miniature monkeys climbing the trees from outside and I bend the trees to smack down on them, killing them. A war breaks out and I fight several people at once, at last the key is stolen and a girl asks me something. I light a lighter and hold it up to the board I hung it on, inspecting it.

I feel like I have to find the key again. I start running towards the middle of the grove and all of a sudden my dad shows up. Oh shit, he's got two of the arms that we were supposed to hide (apparently the key was a robotic arm with huge weapons on it). My dad picks up one of the arms and mounts it on his regular arm. I run upstairs (now at my parents house) and enter my brother's room. There's a guy in terminator armor there and I blast away with my lasercannon. Not much happens until I supercharge it and shove it up under his chin. I fire away and he collapses. My dad enters the room. "You think that will do anything against me?" he asks and starts walking towards me slowly.

I blast his face with my flamethrower and my lasercannon. I aim at his right eye, but he seems to be unaffected. Soon I'm cornered but I dodge under his arms and run down the stairs. I pick up the other arm and it's also got a flamethrower on. My dad shows up and I hold out both my arms, blasting his face with fire and laser. I back away slowly as he's coming at me. I can tell it's working now, his face starts getting sun tanned and some of his skin is coming off, like you get when you've been in the sun for too long. A neighbour shows up and asks my dad something. We stop fighting and he tells him that I was a great boxer back in the days. A blonde girl shows up and picks up my dad's weapons. I start blasting her face with fire and her hair is making it more effective. She gets tanned quickly.

10.00: Amsterdam
I'm on a bus with a few friends and Monica. We're in Amsterdam and I recognise the street as one of the fancier ones. I remember staying at a hotel nearby, and I can see alot of neon signs of casino's and big hotels. We get off at the next stop. We're going to a club and go through a park. I feel safe as I know it's a nice part of town. I hear a plane and look up. It's a steam roller/crane flying on mini wings which are flapping away. "It can do that because it's balanced out" my coworker Snusknicke tells me. It seems logical. I watch it for a while, flying away. Soon we arrive at a club entrance. "New Club" I read on the sign out front, we all enter.

I spot a poster with something like, "We see, you see" on. I figure it's telling us to behave because they're watching us. We arrive in a room with alot of sofa's. My friends have already taken a seat and is talking to eachother and a few other people. The club hasn't opened yet. "Where can I turn in my jacket and these bags?" I ask. I've bought something, no idea what. "Shhhhh!" Eric tells me. "Unless you want to pay alot, just put them behind these sofa's" No way I'm doing that.

10.00: Fragments
*I'm talking to a girl I used to talk to on the phone. Suddenly she's by my side.

*I'm in a grocery store, digging a hole in the floor. Apparently it's turned into soft mud and I am clearing it up. The hole is man-sized and water starts seeping up from the ground. I keep on clearing it, ice chunks floating around. The chef of the place shows up. "Hey, I'll work for you instead, I went to chef's school" I tell him. We laugh and he walks away. I clear the hole up, soon it's only filled with clear water.

10.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10½ hours

Supplements: Nothing

That's it! I'll do a G+C combo tomorrow. IF I can get my fat ass out of bed.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I'll refer to my irl friends by one letter (or two, if needed). I'll refer to DCs by their name. Things I'm not sure about will be in [square brackets]. I'll never quote anyone unless I'm absolutely sure of what they said.

Main Characters: Me, J

J and his friends invited me to a game. It was a bit like tag; we were all in a big maze-like open ceilinged gray stone room with doorways (no doors) and openings all over the place. We all had these uniforms on that were a bit Nazi-like with colored armbands and stripes in places. There were two teams. I was on the [green] team. J was on the [blue] (other) team. In order to get people out we had to "stab" them with our weapon. I had a spear.
I was in a "room" adjacent to the center "room" when I saw an enemy. I walked up and "stabbed" him with my spear. He turned and saw me, then left for the center room to "respawn."
We played this game for a while, and we had "fun," but then J invited some more people to play. We started again, this time with many more people. I was on J's team (blue) this time. There was a huge crowd of non-players congesting the main "lobby" area, and when I got C out, he started to whine about something not being fair and refused to go out. I went and talked to J about these new people. He was in the lobby [signing up for something or filling out a form]. I started to tell him that this sucked and he told me he knew and he was annoyed too.

My computer speakers weren't working so I wiggled the cord to fix it and the only thing I could get was half static half music.

Something about football, Nuketown, and CF.

In no particular order.

Saving L from some people. Had to ride my bike down some stairs and to a beach, then I woke up.

Some sort of "gang" war against some other people, shot someone before he could shoot me. Phone rang right when I was going to tell the cops everything.

Cuddling with K until she had to go. More was going on in that dream I don't remember. I'm having more and more dreams about her...

Went lucid at the end of a dream where I was walking around with a group of people. Didn't last long, looked at my hands and then lost it.

April 22, 2011

Non-lucid

I am in a large house with a structure that is strangely reminiscent of the interior of a large boat or yacht. It has wide open rooms with cozy furniture as would be seen in a house, but with doors and cramped hallways that would be more likely to be found in a boat. I am there with several friends. We are playing a game of tag, or hide and seek. If someone is tagged, they are out of the dream. This goes on for a while until there are only three of us left - myself, and my friends Adam and Stephanie. I am hiding so as not to be tagged, and even though I don't see it happen, I am aware that Adam was tagged and out of the dream. I then fly around the interior trying to avoid being tagged, when I figure out where Stephanie is going to be. Seeing as she is an easily surprised individual, I decide to play a little joke on her. I hide behind one of the boat-like, round metal hatchways, that for some reason connects the ceiling of one level to the floor of another, and fly through it as she walks nearby. She is startled, and we both laugh, and the game is over. The dream ends as I fly out of the house, which turned out to be a rather impressive mansion, and hover out onto the street next to several tall spruce trees. The most memorable moment of this dream was the exhilaration of flying without limitations.