non-lucid

Dream - Lucid - AP

Something about band, about me playing my clarinet. Austin, an ex, was there, I think he was encouraging me to practice.

I was at Austin's house. I was spending the night with him, thought it was morning in the dream. We were laying in bed, and I had to get up to pee. I got up, and I was naked. Austin said to go quickly so his roommate wouldn't come out of his room and see me naked. I went into the bathroom. The walls were all cut out, kind of like in The Sims games. I could see the door to his roommate's room. It was moving, like someone was about to open it. I sat on the toilet. I figured out that Austin's roommate was, in fact, another Austin. Weird.

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My family wanted me to go to this museum to see this giant, yellow bird. His head was almost always buried in the sand, kind of like what an ostrich does. But on that day, from 2-4pm, the bird's head would be out of the sand, and he could grant you 3 wishes. I saw this on a sign by the museum. I didn't want to go, and I let my family know this. That led to some arguing. I couldn't figure out if this bird was real, or if it was mechanical.

Then, my brother went. I remember seeing him running down the back bone of some giant, prehistoric animal. Another giant bone tried to hit him, but he evaded it. He never got to see the bird, however, because it was after 4pm.

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I was at school, sitting in Data Analysis (a real class I'm currently enrolled in in waking life), though the classroom looked like one of my high school classrooms. I was sitting down, doing some of the work. I felt like I was doing a great job; I understood everything pretty well. I remember looking at the board, and seeing this spiraly background behind some of the words, and it was moving.

Then, as I was passing my homework in, I saw written on the board that we could use pen or pencil only on the homework. I looked down at my assignment, and I had written, in orange sharpie, the directions on not using anything other than pen or pencil. I couldn't really fix it, so I handed it in, hoping that my teacher would understand, even though I didn't follow directions.

Then, I was at my house, in a weird closet. Ryan was with me. I asked him to help me pick out a shirt to wear to Data Analysis. I was, for some reason, wearing a navy blue 2-piece bathing suit with tropical-looking white flowers on it. He picked out this one shirt, and I put it on. You could see the bathing suit right through it, so I took it off and asked him to pick out another shirt, one that you couldn't see through.

Last night was terrible, couldn't sleep at all. All I remember was being at my World History class, talking with my teacher, and popping up in some capture the flag game. I was on a team with some of my friends and we had to capture the enemy flag 3 times, or take control of 4 zones to win the game. I think we won because we moved onto a different level. In this level, there was a huge tower in the center of the map with a deep chasm surrounding it with a few "islands" in the chasm. There was huge mountains off in the distance and a cesspool with dinosaurs in it. Oh, and the mountains had some sort of sculpture carved into it. The rocks were a very light tan color and it was bright and sunny, but with a hint of fog. The tower itself was very boxish in it's design and angled upward almost like a pyramid. It had a portal at the very top and other smaller portals that teleported inside the tower scattered all over the playing field. The last thing I can remember is that I was searching for my team on the outskirts of the level before waking up.

It was enjoyable dream, better than the last one at least in terms of creepiness. Still though, I look forward to having lucid dreams!

I was in someones front yard, but it was across the street from my neighbors in waking life. I was with my wife or my cousin N

I said, "Let's fly," and I took off. I saw the stars. I got heavy above the trees. I was not lucid.

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I lost some kind of contest. I was walking down hill at night towards a restaurant or something.

I made it in went to a room to get dressed. I put on the clothes and wig that Americans wore in Washington's time. I stood very proud so as to not be bothered that I lost the contest.

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I was outside and saw a mated pair of Bald Eagles. I couldn't believe it. They circled above. Then I noticed they were chasing hawks out of their territory.

I grabbed a professional video camera. I thought it was mine. As I started taking video of the eagles, I started playing the harmonica. That was weird; it was attached to the camera. It only played one note.

I took more video and played the harmonica that was up to my mouth again.

I looked at the camera and noticed it was a strange dream version of my brother's old XL-1. It was partly blue and had wires making on empty frame underneath the body of the camera. I tried to see the harmonica, but it wasn't very obvious.

In waking life, my father taught harmonica. He also went to a Deepak Chopra seminar where he was told that the eagle is his animal spirit or something.

Dream skip: I'm in a building and receiving sun glasses. I'm some black market distributor. I am happy because this means money, but I realize I'm in business with thugs. This is dangerous business.

I start seeing guys that get bigger and tougher up the chain of command. Each one is stronger than the next.

Finally I see the big boss. He's a black guy. One of the white guys tries to make me look good. He climbs up onto a platform, I get ready, and as he jumps me, I grab his jacket and throw him to the floor. This is designed to show that I can handle myself.

I start hitting, though pulling my punches. Again, I am just showing what I could do, though I was slow and very unconvincing.

I end up in a car with two black girls. I'm stroking the hair of one of them and I wonder if the other one accepts me.

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My nephew was depicted as a cartoon character. He was outside in the snow. His mother called him Snow Cheese.

Then his mother started drawing cartoons of him. She was coming up with the text effortlessly. They were funny, but I never knew what they said.

Non-lucid, Possibly lucid?, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm at the mall in my town, standing at the outside edge of the big parking lot on the north side of it. The parking lot is empty because it's been blocked off, and the route for the annual Race for the Cure, which runs around the edges of it, has been marked off. There are lots of people walking and running around the track. This is a practice run for the actual event. I remark to myself that I need to train for this event, because it is a race, and that I'm glad to see that they've repainted some of the lines on the parking lot while they've had it blocked off, because the lines really needed repainting.

From there, I start flying around the west side of the mall. [I think I remember realizing at some point during this sequence that if I was flying, I had to be dreaming. I'm not totally sure, though.] As I go from the north to the west side of it, the terrain changes from flat parking lot to natural land that rises and falls slightly. I'm holding onto a small, rectangular, round-cornered, solid plastic board, slightly larger than a sheet of paper. It catches the wind, and I fly by using it like a sail to pull me along, holding it perpendicular to the ground, with both hands, with my arms straight out in front of me. It's a lot of fun to fly this way. The wind carries me up and over each little rise in the land; every time I go over one, I have to pull my legs up to make sure my feet clear the top of the rise. They do, every time. This entire scene is very clear and vivid; I can feel the air moving around me, the pull of the wind on my arms, and the motions I make, and can see the land and the trees around me clearly.

Someone else passes me on my left, flying past in the opposite direction. As she does so, she holds up a bunch of white pieces of paper, fanned out, with big, black letters printed on them. They spell out “SLOWPOKE!” I don't take any offense at this, because that's fair; this method of flying is indeed slower than my normal self-powered, superhero-style flight.

[Different dream scene.] I'm at a place that seems to be a restaurant, but has a dark ride in the back, meeting a man named Harley Davidson, for whom the company was named.

Radiation Dreams...

I am playing a game in a house where someone is radiation. I stand in the center of the house, and laugh maniacally imitating the man that is radiation. Four women scream, and run around in a circle through different rooms, then realize it's me doing the laughing.

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The Russian Dreamhacker chick is giving me instructions... We are in a study in an old English house...

I remember something about being in church...red words in a book, but I wasn't sure of what I was reading. I wasn't even sure what book it was....then a light at the end of the church.

Then my teacher was in my house lying down, and acid rain was falling on her, and melting her clothes. I opened the side door, and told someone else to open the front door, because I thought it would make it dissipate. Then I walked outside. It was windy and and slightly cloudy. T was there and she was wearing a tutu that eventually flew off. I could hear people making cat calls at her. I headed back to the house, to check and see if my teacher was alright.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a movie theatre, sitting near the front row. The theatre was kind of dim. The show hadn't started yet.

I looked behind me and over my left shoulder. A little girl sat beside her mother. The little girl was somehow dressed up as Wonder Woman. But her costume was actually more like baggy pieces of red and blue fabric. The fabric may have had stuff written on it, such as the name Wonder Woman or some kind of statements indicative of Wonder Woman.

I looked forward again, waiting for the movie to start. A little while later I looked behind myself and over my left shoulder. The girl and mother were now sitting in those seats. The girl was still wearing her costume. But the mother was also wearing a Wonder Woman costume.

The mother's costume still didn't look like Wonder Woman's outfit. The suit was tight in certain places, but in other places, like around the chest area, it bulged out, almost like a football player's shoulderpads. The outfit was mostly a dark, almost gloppy, cobalt blue, with squares of some kind of white, stony material poking out of it. The mother also had her face painted in some kind of deep blue, almost black.

For some reason, I was still turned on by the way the mother looked. I thought she had the same kind of sexiness that Wonder Woman has.

At some point, the mother stood up to leave the movie theatre. She told her daughter she would be right back. I wondered if it would be safe for the little girl to just sit here all by herself.

The little girl stared forward with a look of sadness and disappointment. I could tell that the little girl knew what was really going on with her mother.

Somehow I came to understand that the mother was going out into the lobby to meet some boy. She and the boy would run off and have sex somewhere. The girl, I understood, had been abandoned in situations like this before. She was kind of depressed that it was happening again.

Dream #2

I was at "my office," which was apparently in some kind of building like in an office park in a suburban area. I believe I was on the first floor. I sat in a big cubicle right next to a window, which let in a decent amount of natural light through partly opened blinds.

At some point, I got up and walked through a long aisle of cubicles. I walked past a small area that had a tall, round table. On the table were a few styrofome bowls of bite size Reese's peanut butter cups. I grabbed some of the candy and walked into another big room full of cubicles and offices.

I was surprised by the peanut butter cups. They came in all different flavors. Some were in dark chocolate, which I really liked.

I was back at my desk, looking at something on the internet, possibly some kind of shopping or fashion page meant for women. Some girl co-worker of mine had been standing way high up on a partition behind me and spying on me while I looked at the internet.

The woman was now something like my boss. She had decided I wasn't doing any work. So she hopped down and asked me to look at a number of different things that were apparently related to work, but which actually weren't too far different from the shopping and fashion stuff I had already been looking at.

I was now walking past the table of candies again. I walked into the second big room of cubicles and offices again. Then I headed back toward my cubicle again, passing the tall, round table of candies.

I had been thinking about the peanut butter cups. The bite size ones were so small, I'd thought, that one or two just wasn't enough. I'd wanted to take a whole handful, but I didn't want people to think I was a pig. I'd wished there was something on the table that was big enough so I could take only one and still have my hunger satisfied.

I now looked in the styrofome bowls. There were now packages of Pop Tarts in each of the bowls. I was happy to have something big to eat. But, I thought, Pop Tarts always only have sweet flavors, like Strawberry. But, to my surprise, I now saw a bowl with packages of Reese's peanut butter cup flavored Pop Tarts!

I went for the peanut butter Pop Tarts. But as I did, a male co-worker lunged at the bowl. He didn't grab anything. He just blocked the bowl. He didn't say anything regarding the Pop Tarts, but as he spoke to me he made it clear that he was keeping me from the Pop Tarts because he knew I wanted them.

I acted like I didn't want the peanut butter Pop Tarts, like I didn't care about them at all. After a few seconds of looking at the bowls and trying to figure whether I could actually get at the peanut butter Pop Tarts somehow, I finally just grabbed a handful of bite size peanut butter cups and walked back to my desk.

Dream #3

It was either late night or early morning. It was pitch black outside. I was near "my work," but I was in some kind of place like a red-brick sidewalk "Main Street" area in a small town.

I was looking for something to take with me to the office for breakfast. I couldn't quite remember the place I always went to for breakfast, and I now couldn't seem to find it. Instead, I walked into a nearby restaurant.

Inside, the place reminded me of a Pret-a-Manger. I thought to myself, I can't get breakfast here! This is where I get lunch! But, since I couldn't remember how to get to my breakfast place, I just decided to stick with this place.

I went to grab a coffee. But the coffee area was set up really strangely, in a really small place. A stout, older, black woman was making herself a tea. She was completely blocking the coffee. I had to wait for her to finish.

When the woman finished, I quickly moved to the spouts to make myself a coffee. I had to rush in, because some other guy was already starting to jostle against me to get to the coffee.

For some reason, I was making myself a tea, not a coffee! I was even pouring honey in the tea. Somehow I convinced myself that at a certain point, the tea-appearance of my drink would change to a coffee-appearance.

The guy next to me was really jostling against me now, trying to freak me out and make me leave before I'd finished making my coffee/tea. I looked the person in the face and was surprised to see that it was a co-worker of mine! He'd followed me to a restaurant again!

(IWL, this co-worker times his lunches, and sometimes even his trips to the bathroom, against mine. It kind of creeps me out.)

I elbowed my co-worker in the stomach really hard. I didn't even know why I did it. He seemed really hurt. I was kind of happy that he was hurt, but I didn't want to get in trouble at work for having done something like this. So I apologized.

But as I apologized, my co-worker got up in my face, as if he thought he was going to freak me out. For some reason, I grabbed both his arms. I had both his arms in a grip that he couldn't get out of. I kept trying and trying to break my co-worker's arms. But I couldn't.

The whole time, my co-worker just stayed right in front of my face. He didn't say anything. I started yelling at him that I was tired of him taunting me at work, that I was tired of him spying on me, and that I was tired of him following me around when I go outside or go to the bathroom.

I attempted to be lucid last night, but alas, I was not. I did dream, though.
My dream was a short one. The first thing I remember from it was finding a very fat centipede under my refrigerator. I named it Penelope, even though I hate centipedes and probably would not take the time to name them. Then, the centipede laid eggs on a picture frame, and I picked it up, and the eggs were so sticky that my hand got stuck. I got really grossed out and began shaking my hand in an effort to get it off. Had I remembered to look for anything out of the ordinary on my hand, I probably would have been lucid by then. Unfortunately not, but I wouldn't have had the chance to because then I woke up.
I tried to WILD in the morning at around 7am, but I was too woken up by then. I got into mid-transtition, though. Good for a first time, I guess.
I will try a FILD tonight.

Me and some other people were digging through a couple dumpsters that were packed full of really nice stuff. In a building next door we had a silent auction going on and we just kept adding items as we got them. Made thousands of dollars.

I find myself at the JH basketball court near my house with AD and AF We are all standing on the concrete taking an IQ test that is being administered by my counselor. I think there were other people from school running around the track nearby or watching us take the test from the grass or something. We work on the test for some time and during that whole time I cannot answer any question on the test. I do not know if they are illegible or particularly difficult or something, but I seem totally incapable of answering any. We then break for lunch and walk back up the long concrete stairs on the side of the building. There is some indoor hallway beginning immediately at the top of the stairs and TAnd is laying prone right in the doorway. I walk to the hall and turn left into a longer hallway with various people from my school. AF is taking a drink from the drinking fountain (which has four separate spouts for some reason) but she is bent over at the waist and her ass is sticking up in the air (like 6 feet in the air, she looks deformed or contorted and insanely tall). I walk with AD and AF to some cafeteria that vaguely resembles the high school cafeteria, lunch in hand. I ask AD about how difficult the test was and he says that he definitely answered every question (he evidently thought it was easy, the bastard). AF agrees and as they walk toward the lunch table, I wake up.

Once again I had a dream, about my job. Same spot, same metal object. The workspot is my actual workspot at work. My measurement tools were mailfunctioning, I attempted to calibrate them. The measures seemed to be as random as I thought the clock reality check would be.

Secondly, the #DV chat. With my ex in it. That's about. We were at #DV, then someone came in to the chat, we switched channels and kept talking. I remember waking up before this one though.

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

[Dream #1] I'm at the offices of a certain company. [The layout is slightly different than it is in real life.] I'm wearing jeans and a white T-shirt with some logo on it. As far as I know, I'm there to volunteer for the day, to test-drive the job I'm being considered for. [Specifically, the one I'm being considered for in real life.] From the part of the office where all the workstations are, I go out to the front reception desk for something. The person at the desk asks me to stop and let her take my picture for my ID badge. I'm surprised. If I'm getting my picture taken for my permanent ID badge, that must mean that they're actually giving me the job! I hadn't realized that today was officially my first day on the job! I had thought I was just there to volunteer and see what it was like. I'm so happy and honored that I actually got the job!

I speak to the lady at the front desk, expressing some of that excitement and those thoughts, and adding something along the lines of, “If I had known today was my first day and I was getting my picture taken, I would have dressed up more!” She tells me that since I'm not wearing any makeup or anything, I should go back to my workstation and look through my paperwork from the interview and application process, to see if there's still a good, professional-looking photo of me in there. I go back to my workstation and do so. There is, indeed, a good photo of me among many other pieces of paper in a manila folder. I bring the picture back to the front desk and give it to the lady there. “I have a nice smile in this picture,” I say when I give it to her. She accepts it, and we shake hands. I start to say something like, “You have no idea how much this means to me! This is only my second full-time job ever...” I kind of stop after that, because I've just realized that mentioning how inexperienced I am probably isn't the smartest thing to do at my new job.

I go down some stairs, which lead down and out of the building in a spiral. The outdoor part of the stairway is carved out of stone. On my way down, I pass my friends Linda N. and Janet [they're both friends of mine from real life]. I smile at them and say hello.

When I woke up and discovered that my first day on the job had just been a dream, I was genuinely surprised, then immediately became genuinely angry and disappointed. [It makes sense both that I would feel that way and that I would dream about getting that job; I've been waiting all week to hear whether I got the job, so it's been on my mind a lot and I really, really want it to happen. Also, I'd like to note that this dream was actually much longer and much more detailed, elaborate, and vivid than described above. I didn't get a chance to write about it until just before bed the following night, though, so I no longer recall all the details.]

[Dream #2] I'm out on a road trip with my family. At a store where we stop along the way, I buy a small children's book that is [somehow] about the song “Friday,” on impulse. We're on our way to stay at the home of some friends. When I get there, I sit on the floor in the living room and read the book. [I could read perfectly normally in the dream, as always, but I don't remember now what it said.] While I'm there, three teenage boys come into the room.

The house we're staying in is huge, and has lots of people living in it. I watch some younger kids get up to the second floor by climbing some stepladder steps that jut out from the wall in one corner of the living room and lead to an opening between the first and second floors. To get to the bottom step, they have to stand on the couch.

I wander into [what is most likely] the dining room, passing the woman whose house it is along the way. On the back wall of this room is a normal staircase leading to the second floor. The woman asks me if I want an entire room, or just a place to sleep. I answer, “I just need a place to sleep.” The woman tells me to go upstairs, and I do so. The staircase ends in a bedroom with a kid-sized bed; this will be my place to sleep. I'll have to sleep with my feet and probably half my lower legs hanging off the end of the bed, but I just accept this. Beyond this bedroom are other bedrooms and bathrooms, and even a third floor to the house, really just a loft bedroom situated in the highest gable of the house.

3 drinking dreams in a row~ no awareness in my dreams that I should make better choices. Though I do realise in my dreams that I do not enjoy the feeling of being drunk I continue to drink and hide it in my dreams. Need to become Lucid during my next using dream and put a stop to this behavior. I have decided that next time I become lucid I want to ask the narrator to show me "The Clear Light of the Mind" the energy that is pure and the result of letting go of attachments and duelism. No aura colors- just clear light. The narrator or someone answered me last time i asked a question so I will ask a new question.

Last night I had the strangest dreams. The first dream started out where I was at the base of this mountain. It was green with grass and had a mist that hung in certain parts. As I made my way I up noticed a wall at the side of the mountain path as if to stop people from falling. It was black and had spirals with flowers at the end carved into it. When I reached the mountain peak I looked over and saw a whole community. Then I looked around and noticed that I was on a space colony due to the curvature of the land. It reminded me of the old colony concept art I saw when I was really young.

Something was off though, there weren't any people. I found an alternative pathway that lead downward, when out of nowhere a person appeared. I can't quite recall if it was a man or women, but I do remember it telling me that the colony was under some sort of marshal law that restricted when you can and cannot go outside. Just then, people started pouring out of their houses and the community bustled with people. I went down there, but I can't recall much after that. All I know is that there was a mother with a child seeking to escape the community which eventually lead the security forces getting involved.

The last dream was a little disturbing. It started out in my World History class where a group was presenting on some world event. They passed out this fill in the blanks paper that was from a song they were about to sing. They started singing it and some of the blanks were quite strange. One was "aliens" another was "senorita" and "industry". The class felt the song was so tear-jerking that they began to cry. I just sat there chuckling away.

Everything around me changed though I soon found myself watching a man aboard a train trying to derail to win some competition with an enemy that just so happened to be on the train with him. The competition itself took place in another city though and I don't quite recall what exactly it was all about. The train itself looked like an old 1920's locomotive.

The man had messed with the train while it was stationed at a platform not to far from the city itself. As the train pulled out of the station, he jumped out and watched from a distance. It was miles away when it exploded and the smoke cloud looked more like a small little puff of air. With his opponent now gone, the man made his way to the city where he meet a women with a single child which seemed similar to the one in my previous dream. Apparently, the child was going to fill his fathers footsteps and participate in the competition that his father was going to. Both the child and that mother had bitter feelings towards this man suspecting something was up with him. The drama ensues as the man fell in love with the mother and tried wining over her heart, but failed miserably. As the dream neared the end, the mother told the man to follow her into some park in the day. It cycled back to an area I remembered in the first dream in the space colony. When they arrived she told him that he was someone important, but the dream abruptly ended after that due to me getting a call at 8:00 in the morning.

After I fell back asleep, I was at a pool surrounded by stadium seats that were filled with people. This dream was more surreal than anything else because there were ducks engaging in synchronized swimming to classical music. When they were finished, there were very few claps from the crowds because they sucked.

I have to say, my recall certainly is getting better. Although to be honest, these dreams were borderline nightmare because of their creepiness. But nevertheless, I still enjoy the recall!

So Im walking to my house from the store and I notice mushroom cloud explosions going off in the distance as well as UFO's shooting green and pink laser beams at my neighbors. So I freak out and run as fast as I can back to my house but in dreams i always run really slow.

When I walk through the door I see my dad and little brother kicking it in the living room unaware of whats going on. I realize all of a sudden that my dad is brainwashed by the aliens because he is just sitting on the couch staring into space. I pull my little brother into the kitchen and hand him a big knife and arm myself with a butcher knife.

Then an alien pig and an alien cat teleport into my house and start viciously attacking me. My little brother runs away and leaves the knife while I am stabbing the alien pig furiously. But the pigs wounds heal instantly and I realize that the fight is futile and jump out of the window and run down the street.

When I woke up I felt kinda ashamed that I left my brother and father in the hands of the alien pig but o well.