non-lucid

Two friends are talking. One of them is fat and has long, curly black hair. He is depressed because he is 40 years old and single. He looks to be about 30. His friend is very good looking. He has shoulder length brown hair.

A girl gets off the bus. She has brown hair, is about 25 years old and is very pretty. She has just arrived to the city. She starts singing a song called Any Other Guy. It's about how she always falls for the same kind of guy and they always hurt her. Now after a particularly bad break up she wants to make a new start. While she sings about the kind of guys she usually dates she looks around and guys like that are all she can see. She looks towards the two friends and sees the good looking one flirting with two girls. The fat one is kind of blurry and has turned his head away. She sings about how she wishes she'd fall for some other kind of guy. I know that in the end of the song the fat guy will turn around, see the girl and it will be love at first sight, but I wake up before that happens.

Through some means not explained in the dream I have travelled back in time to what appears to be ancient Greece. I then proceed to attempt to explain to various Greek philosophers basic scientific concepts such as gravity and solar eclipses. It seemed as though I had some kind of plan for the timeline, and was attempting to alter the progression of mankind in some way - later in the dream I was contacted by a boy who I had spoken to in ancient Greece and was now somehow still alive during the industrial revolution, who was unsure as to what my plan was. I reassured him that everything was going fine.

(This scene took place at some other point in the night, but I'm not sure if it was before or after the previous scene) I am in a train, which after a few moments of travelling normally begins to levitate, then falls back down and nearly derails.

Anyhow, I was driving on a thin mountainous road that was barely the width of my car. I'm going a reasonable speed and I know that I'm going to go over the edge. I take a corer too fast and as my car is going over the edge a friend standing on the edge of the road takes my hand to pull me up. The moment lasted forever, but I said "let me go"

Inside my car still I am falling at a fast speed. going and going for minutes. Then It occurs to me I found a hole that leads down into the hollow earth. My car flips due to me now being on the inside of our planet and inner gravity taking over. Apparently there are several other people who are new here and some sort of orientation going on. The leader there was Mel Gibson. I knew it was him even though it didn't necessarily look like him. I think he called himself jesus, don't remember for sure though. I was debating whether it was really going on or if I was an actor in a Mel Gibson movie.

Of course it didn't occur to me that I was asleep. Next time I won't fall for this!

DJ Log: April 3, 2011 – 5:15AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I scribbled this one down early this morning, but didn't notice it until I was getting into bed just a moment ago. Hopefully this is the end of my dry spell.

I am driving into the parking lot of my old high school, as I was hired for some sort of a sound gig. It is snowing like crazy and there is well over a foot of snow on the ground. I'm towing my equipment trailer behind my straight-piped diesel battle tank. As I drive from the parking lot to the side door by the auditorium, my tires start spinning in the snow. Aggravated by this, I put my truck in 4x4, set my rev-lock at 2500 rpm, and let the spinning tires dig a pathway the rest of the way to the building. The engine is roaring strong and the turbo sounds like a jet engine preparing for takeoff. As I bog through the snow, diesel soot pours from my exhaust pipe and blackens the snow along my freshly carved ruts.

There's a huge recall gap here, including unloading and connecting all of the equipment. Could just be a gap in recall or perhaps a dream exit and re-entry.

Everyone is getting the auditorium ready for some kind of a show. There is a DJ Setting up his equipment on a table on the left side, and I am finishing the last connections to my mixer on the right side of the room. In the rear, there is a lady setting up a projector and a DVD player. She asks me for an audio cable to connect to the DVD player, which I don't have one that's long enough. I ask her for a long microphone cable so I can extend the DVD Audio cable. She brings me a messy, knotted cable which I untangle then cut the ends off. I spliced the microphone cable together with the DVD cable and connected it to my mixer.

After a bit, the doors opened and quite a many people walked in and sat down in the chairs. The DJ started playing Cheap Trick – All I Really Want to Do. Immediately, the DJ was bombarded by people telling him to turn it off and play Justin Bieber. After a couple minutes of Bieber, I decided that I had had enough of this and I wanted to go sit in my truck and listen to some psy-trance instead. I walked toward the exit door and as soon as I opened the door, I woke up.

Blue= Non-Lucid
Red= Lucid
Orange= TOTM
Green= Real life/ side note

Ok so there are two versions of part 2 because i messed up the title.

So maybe this started out in the middle of part 2 IDFK my dreams are weird.
Anyways i remember going to this tower where you would go through these lines that were like gates and then you would go to an elevator and then go up and go to the next gate and then at the final one you would go to the airport and go inside and then go the the gate where the plane was. So anyways i did that and we took off and headed to seattle.

Blue= Non-Lucid
Red= Lucid
Orange= TOTM
Green= Real life/ side note

So this one started out like from a 1st person view from the roof of my house and i guess i had become a half zombie. Anyways my mom was saying that she found a half zombie. And i told her not to say that or i would get pounded. Then the view went to a group of zombies that were by my porch. There was a tiny zombie with a weird thing on its head and it was like sucking its brains and it looked really painful ( this was called getting "pounded"). Anyways i remember going down to my street and running like hell to get away. Then the zombies came and they were on the sides of some tanks like trying to jump on me but i got away and next thing i knew i was in a ferrari going under a bridge. I was with a black haired girl and we were trying to get to the airport to get a plane and fly away. We saw a wrecked plane and we figured that it was an attempted escape by a survivor. So we got to the airport and got in the a 737 and drove it around but then crashed into a building and then that Tom kid was there and zombies surrounded us and we did the same thing.

Blue= Non-Lucid
Red= Lucid
Orange= TOTM
Green= Real life/ side note

So this dream continued throughout the night and even when i woke up and went back to sleep it would continue. I was like half lucid in it


So the dream started out at my house and i'm not sure of the exact location but i remember being at my house and talking to this kid who like knew about the zombie apocalypse. Anyways he said that it was going to happen in 4 different cities. One being Spokane and the third being Paris. So anyways i remember running out to my tree house where some people from my RTV class were. They were helped up my one of the kids named Tom. So i was running to them and i like was really slowed down and i was scared that the zombies would kill me as they were coming through the fences leading to my backyard. Tom said shouted to me "Are you going to be able to jump fast enough?". Tom had a shotgun and i hoped he would cover me but i was sure that the gun didn't have enough range. So i finally got up to the tree house and when i got there zombies were swarming from all angles. Earlier i had told Tom that if a situation like this occured. He would have to shoot me and my friend and then kill himself so we wouldn't get torn apart by the zombies. So he killed us all and that part ended.

It was my younger brother's party. We were in a big, grandiose house, setting up for the party. Lots of arrangements were being made, and everybody was bustling around the house getting things ready before the guests arrived. There was an outside pool, which seemed to have been dug out of the ground. Someone had peed in it, and I asked Joel if he knew where the anti-colouring tablets were, so we could put them in the pool to remove the disgusting yellow tinge.
When the party started, there were alot of 12-14 year old girls walking around, and my family were still running around doing things.

I'm at a public park in Shanghai where some kind of festival is going on. There are many rides, attractions and fast food vendors. I am my dream incarnate Chun-li, who is usually Chinese, but I know intinctively in this dream that I am half Chinese, half Japanese, and this is something I have to keep a secret because at this point in time the Chinese and Japanese have very tense relations and there is great suspicion between the two nations in my dream.

While there is not yet war, trade and immigration has been halted and anyone who is Japanese is immediately exiled or extradited to Japan. The same thing happens in Japan to people of having Chinese descent. People like me, with half and half relations, keep quiet because of the fear of being rejected by both countries. I greatly fear being exiled to Japan because I have lived in China my whole life and would not know where to go or what to do in a foriegn country.

I am with a small group of friends (who know of my half blood and keep it a secret) and we are watching acrobats doing tricks on giant trampolines. Afterwards we watch some fireworks and then go to check out the food vendors. The park is open all night but many people have left and few people are still around. Mostly the campsites containing the vendors families and supplies are still active. The moon is full and directly over head. My friends and I go down one road at the edge of the park and find North America food vendors containing stores like KFC, Taco Bell, a few pizza places and Burger King. One of the vendors between all of these North American vendors is a food store selling Japanese style food and sushi, though it outwardly passes itself off as a fish and chips joint. We are surpised at this and dare to order some food from there. The vendor is very kind and quietly gives us are meals (I order sushi pizza and an eggplant handroll) and we sneak off to a picnic table in the now dark park to eat our forbidden food. I become nervous because I can see some of the Chinese vendors across the street watching us.

The next day my friends and I are at a mall complex doing some shopping when we hear the news that Japan and China have declared war with each other. Many people in the mall have gathered around a large audio/video display which was previously selling automobiles but has been switched over to report the breaking news. The reporter says that the two countries armies have met in the Sea of Japan, not shots have been fired yet and there seems to be a highly tense stalemate with neither side yeilding their positions. The report then reads a breaking bulletin that people of Japanese decent, no matter the degree, are now labelled as enemies of the state and are to be arrested immediately. I feel dizzy and sick to my stomach when I hear this, and have to sit down for a moment because of weakness in my knees.

When I gather myself I leave my friends and run all the way up to a second floor department store where I know works a half Chinese half Japanese fashion designer. We know each other as acquaintences but he is not happy to see me. Because of his open and flamboyant personality (he's gay and dies his hair blond) he has never denied being half Japanese and now he knows he will probably be arrested because of it. We sit on a display counter in his store and listen to the news report coming from the floor below as it reports the breaking news that the two country's navy vessels have begun firing at each other and several ships have been already sunk. Almost everyone in the mall is now gathered around the giant television to watch.

Suddenly my friends come up the stairs and run to us. One of them says that we should start a protest for peace and that we could have a fashion show as a fund/awareness-raiser. The fashion designer is pleased with the idea but says he will probably be arrested soon. My friends give him encouragement and they start fussion over details like location, participants and the such but I kind of phase them out and listen to the live reporting of shell fire and bombs now on the Chinese coast far south of Shanghai. The dream skips ahead a few days, the fashion designer's store is a hive of activity. We have found hundreds of people to join in our war protest and dozens of people willing to participate in the fashion show fund raiser. The fashion designer has not been arrested but he and his store is under constant servaillence.

This dream ends here and I get up to use the washroom. It sort of continues after I fall asleep but there are some differences.

I am in the mall from the previous dream, planning a fashion show with my friends, but we are no longer in China and there is no war with Japan, but the gay fashion designer is still here, though he is now just Japanese, and he is arguing with one of the other designer's of the show, who is a Chinese woman. They each want the show to be influences by their countries of origin and argue like cats and dogs about trivial details like colour themes and placement of artwork. Several of my friends are watching the arguments with bemusement as we help set up.

One of my friends is a brown haired girl named Lily. She suddenly leaves the store and we cannot find her. A young man with blond hair shows up and asks me and some of my friends to join him outside, were we find Don Cherry about to start a tour of the city in what looks like an Apache helicopter. On one side of the Apache is a smaller version of the copter as some sort of escape vehicle. It seems normal to everyone else but I cannot understand why the helicopter has a helicopter on it.

The blond man gets in the mini copter and detaches it from the big one and lands it on the mall's patio roof. Don Cherry and my friends get in the big Apache and take off. I am too freaked out to get in either copter. When they are gone Lily suddenly shows up but I notice that something is odd. She has no idea about the fashion show she had previously been helping set up and she started talking about the public park festival from the previous dream, which in this dream, was not supposed to exist.

The blond man tells me that there has been a tear in space and time and that there are now two Lily's in this world. The doppelganger Lily doesn't belong in this world and her presence here threatens the existence of the real Lily, who is stuck in the past. The blond man gets into the mini copter and there is a brilliant flash of light and he and the machine disappear. The doppelganger Lily is very shallow and airheaded and keeps asking me vain and repedative questions.

The big Apache carrying Don Cherry and my friends return and are happy to see Lily, but they don't notice that this is obviously not the real one. I can hear the blond man's voice in my head saying that space/time is shifting so that all the abnormalities that came through the interdimentional tear are becoming normal. Things will only return to normal if he can find the real Lily and return her to this space and time.


I cannot remember the end of this dream.

I am at a campsite near a lake. I am poor and have few posssessions and I think I either live there or am staying their until I move on to a new place because I am essentially homeless. The roads and campsite grounds are mostly gravel, with tress scattered here and there.

I keep to myself and mostly stay on my site but for some reason a group of three adolescent boys start throwing small rocks at me. I ask them to stop but it only provokes them and soon their are five boys throwing handfulls of gravel and rocks at me. People on surrounding campsites do nothing to help and only stare. My tent offers little shelter and it collapses. I suddenly remember that I have an archer's bow and I go and get it. The bow I find looks like it was constructed of plastic and duct tape and I only have three arrows. I try to fire an arrow at the boys as a warning shot, but it turns out my bow IS made of platic and duct tape and it falls apart.

A vagrant old man suddenly appears and hands me a dart gun and some darts, telling me that this will be much better. Suddenly something happens (but I can't remember what) and the boys throwing the rocks suddenly stop and run away. I have not fired the dart gun so I don't know what scared them off. I am exausted and sore but my tent has been destroyed and the only possesion I have left is a blanket, a sleeping bag and a pillow.

I leave the campsite to find a slab of concrete near a building to sleep on, but other vagrants have picked spots around the building and space is scared. I don't know what the building is or used to be and the windows and doors have been boarded up. There is a road that either leads deeper into or exits the campsite and it runs right only where all the vagrants are trying to hunker down for the night. Many people shout unkind things or throw garbage at us and it is near impossible to sleep. I become so frustrated I go for a walk and when I come back a blond haird man has stolen my spot and is sleeping in my blankets.

Suddenly I cannot cross the road because it is a deep chasm filled with a raging river and I feel depressed and tired and want to throw myself in.

I am a spirit and invisible to some people, though I can voluntarily be visible in front of certain people. I can pass through floors and walls, yet I can reach out and move small objects and interact with the people who can see me.

I'm not dead, and I am still human, but for some reason nonphysical existance is normal for me and my friends and co-workers accept that. I am working at an investigation office of some kind. Because of my non physical form I work as spy and information gathering. The building I work in is a three storey Edwardian style house and I can float around safely inside without bothering the many people who work there.

My division manager is an young Asian man who's name starts with a T (but I forget the actual name now) and he sends me out in my invisible form to spy on gangsters and corrupt corporations working around the city. I always work at night because sun light hurts me or paralyzes me or something.

The dream becomes blurry and I cannot remember a bit, but something happens and a big bad corporation with corrupt political ties obtains some kind of technology that not only detects my nonphysical presence, but can harm me if I come to close to security sensitive areas in their head office.

Another of the bad guy's technologies is a machine that allows users to mimic my nonphysical form and float around, but unlike me, they are always visible in a semi-transparent state and cannot interact with physical objects. The people they test the machine on die afterwards. My boss, T is kidnapped and forced to used the machine. He dies before we can save him.

I cannot remember the end of this dream.

Strange dream I guess. I was at a reception because I just got married to this guy I had really deep feelings for. Lets call him Nerd 'cause thats his nickname when I talk about him. So anyway,the dream was in third person and from what I saw, we were going to head for the HONEYMOON. Its so weird and I don't even want to get married. Especially with HIM. But I saw myself in my wedding dress and I got to say, I look pretty hot. And it was somewhere in a beach?? Maybe, don't remember much after because I woke up. So yeah...

A bumble bee landed on my forehead. I was afraid it would sting me, but I started trying to videotape myself with the bee on my head instead of trying to get it off.

Eventually I got a stick to give to someone to help me get it off.

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I had a lover. She was a real beauty. I kissed her on the mouth a little, but it wasn't vivid.

I ended up at the airport with some friends and this woman. I got out and saw my dad there. I felt I needed to explain why I was with this other woman, but it never happened.

Then I was in some room with a bunch of friends (no faces). My new woman became a wild, tribal black woman. She started doing a wild dance. She got a 2 X 4 and started banging it into her groin. This had to do with her being "beautiful," so her dance was sexual. I was stunned. Later she was white again, and beautiful.

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I was at a BMX competition. I ended up on a bike on the front lawn, not in the competition. I could only hang on the handlebars by the very end of the bars, so I didn't have a good grip; still, I took off and went so fast approaching a chained-off walkway, I had to do a bunny-hop. I was surprised I got about a foot of lift or more and was able to clear the chain.

I started to use pedal brakes and was afraid that I had a fly-wheel. My pedal brakes worked and I started to skid and slow down.

Then I was overlooking the BMX competition. The track was more of an obstacle course and looked just about impassible. It would have been ridiculous in waking life. It was a crevice with the hill-side closing in on the narrow, rocky path.

I move to get another view, pushing aside a thick plastic curtain. It comes down from where it was loosely tacked up. There are a few guys on the other side and one gets upset.

I tell him I'll fix it, he gave me some wood, and said to his friend, "Here you are my leave," trying to sound aristocratic. He said that twice.

I responded sarcastically, "I'm not going to take this (wood), and I think you mean, 'Here you are my liege' (which he did).

Then I was in a warehouse with Chuck Norris. (This is the second dream in a month I have had of Chuck Norris ) He started telling me about women. He said, "Some of them want the (Male) cat, some of them want the cat and the dog! The dog represented the counterpart to a cat, or another way of representing the man. Maybe this is to say that some women want a sensitive man, and some want a sensitive man who also has a macho side to him.

I was going to help Chuck unload and stack three carts of plywood against a wall.

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Dream skip to where I am somehow claiming a portion of land. I am with my brother, and I have a hand-held tiller much like a hand-held vacuum. I'm tilling the outside border of the land I want to mark it off.

I end up at a building which is apparently a church. A friend and I have stashed a couple cases of soda in the church and we are considering it a good thing to have it stashed to get at a later time.

There was something else stashed of more value, but I never really knew what it was.

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Last night I had a dream that my mom came into my room for some reason at 2 30 in the morning. Then I told her mom, I'm dreaming..Actually we both are! And I became lucid for a few seconds. Then I went on the hunt for a quarter to show her that I could make it levitate. But by the time I got downstairs, the there were some kids I know trying to play a trick on me, and I think that took my complete attention off of being lucid, because I never got to flex my powers. I actually remember also riding on a bike with my friend later on, thinking to myself "anything is possible" and tried to sit sideways on the seat and pedal. but I fell, so I clearly didn't have the confidence that I would have if I was fully lucid. I even told some people in my dream about this. I said my mom woke me up at 2 30 ect and that usually when you wake up at that time of night, you are in the middle of a dream and thus become lucid. but I couldn't successfully get my mind to buy into the whole lucid idea. Very close though. Only lucid for maybe 1 minute.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Fragments is what I got. Also ended up in SP twice this morning was awesome! Got arm spasms and heard the loudest sound ever. Was like I was in a storm. Sadly I lost my lucidity as Monica came and wanted to snuggle. She didn't really, was the SP messing with me.

04.30: Sleep

14.00: Fragments
*I'm with Monica and we're about to eat at some very nice Chinese restaurant. I haven't been to the place we're at before and I try to find the place. All I can see is a big square. We check the flyer again. "It should be right here" Monica says. I spot a man with a glove with two black claws on it. He's walking towards us holding a piece of bread. I can see through his act though! "Run!" I tell Monica and push her towards the subway. She starts running and I follow. I look back and the man walks up to another man, scratching his head with the claws. It's supposed to be funny, I don't get it.

*I'm in a supermarket and I meet up with my coworkers. Bosse seems to be pissed at me for leaving them. "So you needed me or what?" I ask him. I throw a chain around and it gets stuck by one guy's ankles.

*I'm at work and I have to do some concrete work. It's almost time to go home, but I realise this will take several hours. I'm not very happy, but I know I have to do it to prove I can.

14.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 9 hours

Supplements: Lots of alcohol

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!