non-lucid

Can't remember much but it had to do something with JO and KA.

I vaguely remember being with a very attractive girl from high school. Seeing as how I was always a pariah, I never even came close to standing a chance; but in this dream I felt there was some potential because I'm more romantically oriented than most of the immature types she usually dates. I don't remember too many details about the setting - maybe a gaming or model building store...

I was drawing four dresses, After I was done with them I showed it to S. I said that those wouldn't work. they all looked similar. All with straps, my favorite kind. After looking a bit bette i saw that one of them I drew just a dot and nothing else. So I looked at it and got an idea but i forgot.

Next thing i knew i was in an museum or something. I remember seeing exchange students walking around. I was looking around and suddenly it was as if everyone turned hostile at me and I just fled because I didn't want to get involved. However I wasn't afraid or something.

(proly won't stick with an online DJ, i like my notebooks)

I'm in my basement - it's been turned into a restaurant. My cats race up a fake tree in the corner. Then they turn into 2 people I know and start chasing each other around. They run up the tree again and then suddenly realize that they look ridiculous and are embarrassed.

I am driving down a road that I have been on in a dream before heading to my old college with Stefon, there is a cop driving in front of us, speeding. We decide to also speed to keep up with the cop, as we are driving down the road another cop pulls up and is driving next to us in the left lane, I look at his car and have a bad feeling so I take the next right turn, down a dirt road, to try and lose him.

As soon as I turn the cop that was next to us turns on his lights and speeds up down the road. The dirt road I turned down is also a road from another dream, but is not exactly the same like the one to college. I drive down the dirt road trying not to go more than 5-10 over to avoid a really bad ticket if I am caught. As I'm driving down the dirt road I see the cop car to the left coming down a road that connects to the dirt road I am on. I get to the end of the dirt road coming to an old corn field, I ask Stefon where I should go next. After the corn feild is trees and to the right is a path in the woods.

Once I get into the woods I remember where I am and take the path in the woods left. Somehow I end up on foot running through the woods. As I am running I remember that if I had gone right the path would have led me to docks and boats to lose the cop at the lake. As I'm running through the woods Stefon tells me to take a ramp to lose the cop, I get to the ramp to jump over the water but as I am running up it I stop realizing I am too slow to make the jump. I get back on the path and keep on running. I come to another ramp and flip it over for cover as I run.

I reach the end of the path and find my grandma or aunt, she tells me to hide in a corn field next to her house. I only have time to hide at the edge of the field before a female cop that the one chasing me sent shows up looking for me and talks to my grandma.

Wake up.

had probably 3 dreams, but forgot all of them until fixing dinner last night and my bad toe started to hurt

Dream:
I am with my dad and brother outside, I do not remember what we were doing but there was a lot of junk on the ground. I'm bored and standing around so i randomly kick something. Whatever it was was infested with bugs and they got onto my foot when I kicked. My toe feels weird and I look down at it to see small beetles were crawling in an out from under my big toe's toenail. I start screaming for help, begging my dad to come help me. I hold my leg up for my dad to see while he is walking over. I see the bugs continuing to come in and out of my toe, and can feel then as they do so, a disgusting and painful feeling of them crawling and the pressure of them under my toenail.
Wake up.

03/11/2011
"Stack Shack"

I was trying to help someone get a lot of shit off of their roof. There was literally a teetering column of random junk towering high on top of the house, completely nonsensically. There was an open bag near the top of the pile, which someone was trying to get down. Finally, I just climbed up onto the high platform of random clothes, furniture, etc; trying to pull the bag down. However, no one would help me get it down without dropping it. (Something told me it was fragile, but I can't remember why.) Everyone was pretty much acting like a bunch of stooges. People were jumping from one spot on the roof to another, and I was pretty sure someone was going to fall through, any time, now. It never happened, though.

Later, I was partying with a bunch of friends, and we were using some battery operated glow-sticks. I remember two girls that I was in the hotel with, and I had invited to dinner. I can't remember who they were, exactly, but I think one of them was LAK.



03/21/2011
Fragment
I was deep in the woods. I don't remember exactly what was going on, but I was with someone, and we were being chased by some humanoid creature. It had this alien-ish technology, and was blasting away at us, while we ran for cover. I don't remember ever seeing the weapon, or any bursts of light from the discharge. The only proof that he was actually fire at us were that the trees around us were exploding, sequentially, as if some invisible rounds were blowing the slender trunks apart; missing our fleeing bodies by only a couple of feet at a time.

03/05/2011
"Out to Clean Up the Streets"

I was on the streets of a suburban area. I have a vague recollection of a few different confrontations, within this setting. First, there was a gang of thugs who kept harassing my crowd. Then, at some point later, there were bomber planes swooping in and dropping ordinance all over the neighborhood area. I became lucid, among all these occurrences, and started messing around with telekinesis, just to be sure that this was all a dream; raising my hand to the sky and controlling the paths of some of these bomber jets with my mind.

Sometime while I was lucid, there was another scenario involving a run-in with thugs. I was with a few friends, and a car pulled into the area, machine gun fire spraying from within. The bullets screamed through the area where we had been standing, and I could feel them tearing into my lower body. It hurt a little, but not enough to take me down. They just left me kind of numb, fighting off the convincing atmosphere, and trying to hold onto my realization that none of this was really happening. I remember running out from behind a hiding spot - which I'd taken up instinctively - and trying to chase them down, being peppered with more bullets as the car sped away. Ultimately, the whole experience was too intense and unclear for me to completely take control and catch up to them. I trailed off to one side, falling behind, still feeling the lingering sensation of the imaginary bullets that had shredded through my imaginary body. I held my hands up in front of me, trying to hold onto the dream, and bringing everything back into an extreme level of clarity while looking at my features.

Time went by, and I was still lucid, having a conversation with some of the DC's I was hanging out with, earlier. I started levitating small objects with my mind, to try to prove to them that I was dreaming. We were in someone's house, and sitting around in the living room and I was getting a little bored, trying to think of something to do. Finally, I said that I was going to go after those guys that did the drive-by, again. One of these DC's was the most vocal about his skepticism of the whole lucidity thing. He said that I was stupid to even try going after the thugs, because he apparently thought I was going to die. I argued with him for a moment, telling him that he was acting just like all of the other oblivious DC's. I tried to explain to him all of the weird occurrences; the gang activity; the bombings; etc. It was all classic dream content. He wasn't buying it. Oh well. The last thing I remember about this moment was picking up one of the DC's little kids, to play with him for a minute, before I left.

Soon, I was back out on the street. I was looking around for the car that did the drive-by, and plotting out my course of action. I wanted to try something new, so instead of using telekinesis as a weapon, or looking for another weapon to take on, I decided to morph my arm into one...a rocket launcher. I had morphed my arm into a blade before, but never any complex machinery. It was almost effortless. I held my arm in front of me, passively visualizing a textbook transformation. My arm began to change and shift; smoothly and organically, in some places, but in sections and compartments, in others. Within a matter of seconds, I was wielding a red and yellow rocket launcher that looked like it was straight out of Unreal Tournament. The visual detail was just incredible. It looked completely unique, yet almost too incredibly intricate to have been made up, on the spot. Since my arm was the weapon, there was no trigger, so I pretty much 'willed' myself to shoot the weapon - and firing it was awesome. With one shot, a swarm of missiles scurried out of the barrel(s), screaming wildly out to a car that was parked on the street. All 3 or 4 missiles converged on the spot and blew the car to shit, lighting up the darkened streets and alleyways around me. I never ended up going after the thugs. I just walked up and down the street for a while, popping off rounds from this bad ass weapon.

Eventually, I had found another group of DCs, and I was showing off more lucid tricks to them. At one point, I drew a door on the wall with a marker or pencil, then I opened the door, revealing another door, inside. I then opened this new door, and found a slender, wooden beam which I slid out of the wall. It turned out to be a few feet long. After that, I stuck my arm in the hole it left behind, and continued pulling stuff out. Can't remember everything that I pulled out of the wall, though.



03/10/2011
Fragment
I was having a 'superspeed' foot-race, with family and friends. We were all crouched at the starting line, and everyone kept trying to cheat; jumping into false-starts and whatnot. I was able to get everyone to calm down just a little bit, but the start of the race was still ugly as hell; everyone stutter-stepping into their run, and no one really starting at the same time.

The actual race was amazing, though. We were tearing across the terrain like Sonic the Hedgehog; running so fast that, even when we got out to the ocean, we just kept on running over the top of the water. The whole thing actually had kind of a Mario-Kart feel to it. In fact, I think one of the characters was actually Mario, at one point. I believe it might have been Todd, but I'm not sure. All I know is that he was on my heels, the entire race.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There was a view that was partly like a TV view and partly like a scene that I was inside of. The view was of a kitchen. The kitchen looked like it was from a 1950s TV show, like The Honeymooners. The floor, walls, and tables were grey.

A family was in the kitchen. The children sat at the table with a man who was possibly the kids' father, although he may not have been a relation at all. The wife was walking around in the kitchen, possibly getting food ready. The children were all young, less than ten years old. The children and the mother may all have been wearing heavy nightgowns. The man was somewhat professionally dressed, and he seemed to have waxed hair and a waxed mustache.

The children and the mother were all giving the man a gift. They were going to take the man anywhere he wanted to go. The man was surprised by this gift. He put some serious effort into thinking of where he wanted to go. He may have thought of some exotic places. But then the children began playing some kind of weird tag-like game around the man's chair.

The man seemed to be having just as much fun with this game as the children were having. But the man fell in his chair at one point. He appeared to be injured. The children, who had been afraid of the man before, were now afraid of him again. He may have been knocked out, or he may have been dying. But the kids didn't want to be around when the man had regained enough consciousness to yell at the kid.

The kids ran through some kind of weird place that looked like an outdoor scene indoors. The ground was grey and slightly hilly, but it all seemed to be littered slightly with white wads of paper. The kids found some group of parents.

I was trying to make a point to everybody (even though I wasn't necessarily in the scene) that the man wasn't mad. I now saw the man. He was still lying on his back on the kitchen floor, wheezing in and out, barely conscious. He was being tended to by a man and a woman. He was saying that if he was going to go anywhere it would be to St. Louis, so he could see his family again.

Dream #2

I was in some apartment complex. I had come out of the apartment I was in. The sky was heavy with dark clouds, as if were going to rain heavily or as if it had just gotten finished raining. A man and a woman were walking down the steps from a floor above me. We were leaving the apartment at the same time for some similar reason. We may actually have been leaving together.

I saw a huge American Airlines plane flying really low near the apartment. It flew over a deep green landscape, like trees over a rolling, suburban neighborhood. The plane was so low I thought it was going to crash. But it didn't.

I may have needed to speed up to get where I was going. I ran down a stairwell and then did someb weird move where I slid down one of the vertical poles of the complex.

I was now on the ground level of the complex (even though I may previously have been on the ground level as well). I walked around a corner of the building and went into a laundry room. I had to grab my laundry before I could leave.

Some other people had apparently used the dryers after I had put my clothes in them. The dryers and washing machines were actually stuffed full of clothes, as if at least two other groups of people had come in after me and shoved their clothes into the machines without first taking the clothes out that the previous people had left in. It also appeared to me that some people had taken some of their clothes out already. The laundry room was filled with piles of clothes.

I was kind of worried that my laundry had only been partly done. But I began to pick through all the clothes, trying to find everything that was mine, so I could leave. As I was picking through the clothes I found two pairs of panties. The panties looked like they were for a little girl. They were white and made of terry cloth. They had some design of Tweety Bird and some quote in cursive writing on the front. One pair had a purple waistband and one pair had a pink waistband.

I figured I would steal one of these pairs of panties. Probablyb nobody would notice, I thought. I knew the panties were for a little girl, but I figured I could fit into them as well. I may have decided on the panties with the pink waistband. I may have been worried about getting caught while I was stealing the panties.

I was now sitting in some living room. A woman was walking up a staircase, possibly up from a basement. I was afraid to see her, as if it just seemed so uncanny that she could appear from the stairs. But now the woman came down the stairs from an upper floor. The woman was my co-worker, SP. She was wearing boy clothes. She wore a brown, button-up shirt and a round-brimmed hat. She had a suitcase with her.

SP told me that she had gotten all her laundry taken care of and that she was now leaving. She told me that she had even seen my laundry in the laundry room. Something she said implied somehow that she had actually sorted and folded my clothes for me. I asked her if this was true. She said yes. She said that everything was laid out in the laundry room for me. I may have seen everything on a folding table with a fake wood top in my mind's eye.

SP may have made some comment about how difficult it had been to sort my clothes out of all the other clothes in the laundry room, but how she had done it because she thought it that my clothes were important enough to keep track of.

-The first dream I had last night involved about 3 real-life pro wrestlers, but hte only one's I can remember are Edge and Christian. They were doing something, when Story of the Year, the band that does Christian's theme music, comes out and killes Edge. Yeah...

-The other one I remember wa a bit more vivid. This was the second time this happened, but the first time I remembered it. The whole thing is a third person perspective of me on a pirate ship. On the ship I was doing all sorts of cool acrobatic stunts. Sometimes I felt like The Rpince of Persia! Bad thing is, after a while it got repetitive, so it wasn't much fun after that.

Tonight I went to bed after drinking a bit again, and surprise! I only remember one dream. Beginning to see a pattern here.

I dreamed that I was part of a defence team on a spaceship which consisted of what I think was about 15 members, both male and female. I think they all were people I knew, but I'm not able to pick any individuals out. The spaceship came under attack at some point from a force about equal in size to my team, and some kind of battle broke out. After a while, the attacking force backed out, shouting something about the monster. My team later on went exploring through some new areas of the ship that explosions from the battle opened up. What we found was some sort of monster, and we made the decision to fight this monster to try to kill it. The areas around us were some sort of mix between metal and forest. A very lush, green area. As we went exploring this, we encountered some sort of green goo that was apparently dangerous. I don't remember anything else about this, other than that it kept appearing around us. After a while, I apparently decided I had to shower due to being sweaty. So me and some of the other guys showered, while we forced the rest of the team to go to another room. I don't recall much else about this dream.

I also woke up at around 6am this night, after about 5 hours of sleep and decided I'd try to WILD, so I got up and drank a lot of water, stretched a bit, opened a window to cool down my room and then went back to bed. However, as I currently have a really, really painful ulcer in my mouth, I couldn't quite focus on the process of entering the WILD due to it hurting too much. As soon as it heals, I'm going to attempt WILDing a bit more consistantly.

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I was in some sort of room with a funny jacket on. A few people came in and started moaning about stuff. They eventually played this video game against eachother. When the one guy started losing he raged and stopped playing the game. When he stopped everyone else stopped. The dream then shifted and I was in the future, at my school and a few of my friends were with me. The dream went blurry and ended.

Vividness: 10
Realism: 5
Lucid Aids: None
Meditation: 10 minutes

Daily preparation: A few RC's but I was quite busy.

I am in some school play production type of thing, which is also an assignment worth quite a bit of credit. My character is this tough street kind of girl who looks out for and protects her friends. There are three or four other groups who are performing their routines now. I know that we are the last group to perform.

I am getting more and more tense, feeling like I can't remember my lines at all. Not even one line! It's time to change into my stage costume, which is some oversized overall kind of things. I leave the auditorium and go searching around the school for a place to change. I can't find one and end up spending ages of valuable time searching. I eventually find a kind of shower nook, there is a small girl in there, which I shoo out. As I am digging through my bag trying to get things out that I need, I also search for my cue cards that have my lines on them. I can't find them. I wrote the script for this play so I don't understand how I could forget all of my lines! After someone helps me with getting my clothes on, my mobile rings. It's one of the girls from the play. She's all excited to announce to me that I will be performing a solo song at the end of the performance. I freak out, starting to cry, asking her why she thought this was a good idea, who approved the idea, and what the hell I am supposed to sing?!? She seems shocked into silence and I hang up on her.

Bolting back to the auditorium I find that the last group is finishing up there performance. Dream skip and I am up on the stage behind the closed curtain, in my place ready to start the play, but I still don't know my lines!

Dream Lucid Me DC DG

I was in heaven with my classmates. We were in a room with white walls. We were fighting for some reason. Some guards came to stop it, because it was illegal in heaven. Then we were told that we would be given one more change to stay here. We were thrown into a tank of water, tied to poles and a shark was released. The last ones to survive would be allowed to stay. We weren´t really scared, and the two boys in front of me were actually looking forward to this. I could move around pretty much. We saw the shark coming, but it wasn´t a bloodthirsty killing-machine type, it was more like a mother type. And it was intellectual, it could talk (If telepathy is considered "talking".) and it had a female voice. Every time it started coming towards me it would change direction before hitting me. Then my classmates told me that you could teleport between these poles. I did it a couple of times, but I thought it was cheating and stopped. Then I noticed that I wasn´t tied to the pole anymore. Being honest, I rised my hands to the air (Water.) to show it to the guards. The guard next to me said "This isn´t (Can´t remember what.)" I started to climb the pole and the shark followed me. Once I reached the top, I stopped hanging from the pole and sinked to the bottom. I couldn´t do what I was planning for and though I was a goner. But the shark just changed direction again, allowing me to flee. (I think the shark was on my side.) It went on for a while. "Has anyone even been eaten yet?" , I asked from one of the guards. Then I heard a chomp. I looked what made it and saw a small cloud of blood swirling were there used to be three girls. "Not untill now." , the guard replied. Soon after that I woke up.