non-lucid

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was in a computer lab at a library. My brother was doing an assignment for school. My mom was there too.

Then, I remember I was outside, at something like band camp. I borrowed some markers from my brother to write on this poster with. I was with some friends. My brother was on the other side of the parking lot we were in. I remember using an orange sharpie to write with. My brother came back for his markers, and he tried to take the orange sharpie, but that one was mine, and I wouldn't let him have it. He tried to pull it out of my hands, but I kept it.

Then, I was at a restaurant. It was nighttime. I was sitting across from the bar at a tall table by myself. My family was in the restaurant somewhere. My friend Bret showed up, and took out a bag of weed. He gave it to me, and I took a huge nug out of the bag. I wondered where we could even go smoke it, since I live with my parents again. Then, the restaurant manager, a short, stout woman with short, red hair and glasses, came up to us and politely asked us to leave. She didn't say why, but we knew I knew it was because of the weed. We got our things together and got in the car.

At some point during all of this, I realized I was dreaming, but I quickly forgot and continued on with the dream. -_-

~

I was at my house, sitting in my pajamas on my bed. I was on the computer, looking at this computer program that would insert videos of people into music video-type things, and make it look like you were singing a song. I was playing with it, when my mom yelled for me. I ignored her. She continued to get more and more angry.

I went downstairs, and she was at the kitchen table. She was trying to get me to take my cat to the vet, because I had said I was going to, but I kept ignoring her yells, and responded by telling her to hold on, and that I was busy. I felt so irritated, but I kept a calm front.

Then, I went back upstairs, and my brother was using the computer program. There was a video on it of Austin and I in a studio, me with a microphone in my hand and him beside me with headphones, and we were singing "Celebrate Good Times". I was wearing a dark turquiose shirt with silver things on the front of it. We were smiling and having a great time. I was trying to remember when exactly a moment like that happened when Austin and I were together, beceause what I was seeing had happened about 2-3 years ago, when Austin and I were still together.

My mom then came upstairs and calmly talked to me about my cat and the vet. I listened and told her I'd take her to the vet. She asked me about something else then, and I told her I hadn't done that yet. We were both trying not to get too irritated with one another.

Then, she left, and I was in the program on the computer. I was walking through a restaurant by the beach. There were many people in there eating. I knew it was in the past. In fact, it was my mom's past. I walked through the restaurant, and saw my mom sitting at a table with a black woman with very short hair. They were chatting away. For some reason, I thought they might be on a date (weird!). Behind them was a table of my mom's old friends. They were all sitting at a booth in a corner. They seemed like they were having a good time.

Then, someone asked if they all wanted to go sing on the beach, and they all agreed that they wanted to, but they wanted to do drugs first. I started walking towards the exit of the restaurant to get to the beach, and I saw one of my mom's female friends, who had long, black hair, take out some cocaine and form it into a line on the table. I thought that was odd, because she was in the middle of a restaurant.

I was then outside on the beach. It was a cloudy evening. The sand was damp beneath my feet, and some of it closer to the shore had a blue-green tint to it. I turned around, and many of my mom's friends were standing outside with me. One of them, a man, was smoking a cigar and sitting at a table right outside the restaurant. At first, I thought it was a blunt, but he said something about his weed getting blown off his balcony. His two front teeth were stained black and blue, they looked bruised and rotting. A man walked up next to him with a joint. I was going to ask him for a hit, but I decided not to. They were all overlooking the ocean.

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I was at Universal Studios with my family. My mom wanted to go see this show, and we had to wait for the next one to start. I decided I needed to use the restroom at this point, and went down a flight of stairs to get to the bathroom. I entered a stall, and sat on the toilet.

Then, a group of 4 or 5 girls came in. They were about my age, maybe a little younger. They all came into my stall, even though I was obviously using it. They started making fun of me and being mean to me, pushing me around and such. I didn't say much of anything, but I felt chewing gum in my mouth. I took it out and stuck it in one of the girls' hair. She didn't notice as I wound it up in there nice and tight. They all left, and as they were leaving the bathroom, I heard the girl scream as she discovered the gum.

I continued to sit on the toilet, and I saw a black tube that looked like a tube of hair product sitting on the toilet paper dispenser. I picked it up. The writing on it was in purple. I read it, and it was instructions on how the girls were going to get revenge on me for the gum. It said something about them getting one of the girls really drunk first. It also said they were going to attack me in the 2nd stall, or something like that. Thats as far as I read before I discovered my phone had gone off. It was a man I know in waking life, Mason. It was a picture of him, the way he looked before he cut his hair. The message said something about him cleaning up and thinking he looked much better with his hair cut.

The girls then came back in the bathroom. My things were scattered all over the stall. They came into the stall, and tried to take all my things. I gathered them up as I was trying to leave from under the door in the stall. The only item of mine they got was a light blue denim jacket. They threw it in a fire they had set in the corner of the stall. They almost set one of the other girls' purses on fire, but she stopped them in time. I remember one of the girls being black with short hair and a yellow hat.

I was then outside with my parents. They were talking to someone. We were sitting in a circle. The dream started to fade, and as it was doing so, I realized I was dreaming, but it was too late. I woke up.

This happened this morning. The first thing I recall is walking through a park with a young boy around 14, we were looking for a girl to hook him up with, The park looked like Central park in new york city, There was a path down the center of the park, to the right was a awesome screamo band performing with millions of kids sitting on the lawn, The mosh pit was crazy, to the left were park bathrooms, and I watched 2 kids I thought I knew walk in but I didn't really in real life, One of them was a midget or something, He looked like a 2 foot punk rocker clown, with him was a girl and she had a big smile on her face, They turned left into the bathroom and for some reason I felt they were avoiding me so, I just sat there waiting to see when they would come out, The girl with the smile came out of the bathroom and stood to the right of the girls bathroom with a big smile on her face staring right at me, suprisingly It wasn't creepy or anything, She was actually really pretty, I told the boy I was with to go and talk to her but instead for some reason he turns around, all of a sudden there were bleachers and the park looked a lot smaller, what I saw next was really wierd, The "girl" he walked up to I can't figure out the sex and it was a giant, but, the wierd part was only his head and his foot sat there hovering into the air, While the giant had almost the same smile the girl did on his face, The boy I was with decided to touched it's foot for some reason, and the giant jumped up and started chasing us, He was so slow it caught him But, At this point I knew I was in a dream and was determined to outrun this thing, I was so proud when I looked around and the park that once was wild with punk rock partiers,the bleachers and the bathroom was gone, the way it remained had beautiful green grass and a picket fence kinda remind me now of a cemetery. This was by far one of my wierder dreams.

There was a man and a group of women at my house. The man was older with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. The women were younger, maybe mid 20's. These women were doing sexual favors for the man. Soon they left. I was sitting on the floor with the man, wondering when it was going to be my turn. He suddenly asked me to spread my legs so he could check if I was tight enough. Then he did a somersault over me and said I was perfect. I thought I was on my period, so I checked to see if I had a tampon in, but I didn't.

28th March:
- Went to Sekolah Musik Amadeus
- Had orchestra practice in the waiting room
- Took the lift to the basement
- The lift seemed more “hotel-like” and fancy/grand
- When I reached the basement, the lift doors opened to reveal these bright fast-moving yellow lights.
- It was some sort of MRT station. Got on the MRT.
- Reached some sort of Winter-Wonderland
- Got pushed into the icy pool
- Dried off and walked into a cave
- The cave was the entrance path to the weightlifting room
- Saw Bendik doing a dance

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I walked up something like a wooden ramp or a wooden deck that was in front of some kind of run-down beach house or shack made of wood. I may have been in a line with people.

I was now in a classroom. The desks in the classroom seemed all crammed together. We were all preparing for some kind of test like the SATs. I looked up from my study material and saw JW, my old friend from high school, studying for the test.

I made some kind of weird comment in a weird voice that I thought would remind him of our high school days. JW recognized me, but he only ackowledged me briefly and reluctantly. I was a little hurt.

Some voice called from behind me. I turned around. Another friend of mine, who I didn't recognize, was trying to get my attention. This guy was from some more recent time in my life. He may have been overweight, with tan skin, black hair in a ponytail, a goatee, and glasses. I was kind of put out that JW wouldn't talk to me, while this guy would.

Now the test was about to begin. The teacher was doing something. I made some kind of immature joke. The class' and teacher's attention were drawn to me. The teacher may have asked me something. I may have responded with a dumb answer that was a smart alecky way of saying I didn't know anything.

The teacher said, "What a disappointment. I thought you were one of the bright ones. I was looking for someone to give a presentation on how to take this test. I thought it was going to be you. But I guess not, now."

Apparently, we all had to go somewhere else to take the test. We were all walking through some area.

Later, I think I had decided not to take the test after all. I was somewhere that was half outside and half inside. I stood on some barren soil. A pit as long as my body and a few feet deep was dug into the soil. I sat down into the pit. I began pulling the dirt down onto myself.

I buried my legs pretty quickly. I started to wonder if I would suffocate if I managed to pull dirt all over my body, which was, I think, my objective. I may have gotten afraid. I may have pulled myself up out of the pit. As I looked down at the soil, the soil may have seemed disgusting to me, like it was feces.

Dream #2

I was in a high school, walking down the steps of a stairwell. A white kid kind of dressed like a gangster came up the steps and punched me in the face. I dropped my books. The kid kept attacking me, but I tried to ignore him. I picked up my books and walked the rest of the way down the stairs.

I got around a corner, into some place like a classroom. For some reason I looked back out around the corner, into the stairwell. The kid punched me in the face again!

Dream #3

I was in my bedroom. A strange, white animal was crawling across the floor. It was moving somewhat quickly. I thought it might be a mouse. But it had such a strange look, like a slug.

I was interested in the animal, but I didn't want it in my house. It seemed to be heading out the door of its own accord. I watched it as it approached the door. But just before it got to the door it turned back around.

I now got on the floor and tried to scare the animal away. But I only seemed to make it curious about me. It came closer, so I figured I might as well try to learn what kind of animal it was. It turned out to be very much like a white mouse with grey ears. But something about it still looked not quite right. I wondered if I actually wasn't looking at a baby rat.

//Well I didn't recall any dreams when I first woke up, but since it was Sunday I just went back to sleep and ended up getting a few random dreams (as opposed to nonrandom ones ).

Fragment 1:

IN THIRD PERSON. I am driving on the highway at night with some passenger. I can't remember who it was but I can remember that it was a guy because of the voice. While driving, I claim that I don't like exits (meaning exits from the freeway). In a laid-back, cool-guy voice, my passenger responds, "Why not? They let you know when you've arrived." And as if to emphasize this point, the car immediately takes an exit and stops abruptly (it was a very short exit ramp). I wake up.

Fragment 2:

I am flying on a magic carpet with someone that keeps changing into the Pokemon - Snubble (pic below). We are flying over a perfectly straight river that has a width about twice that of the carpet (so it's pretty skinny). The landscape is made up of many thin, brown mountains with rounded tops (like the ones in DBZ, pic also below). The river goes straight up (no mountain or anything, just on it's own) and then straight down. Our carpet remains parallel to the river the whole time so it feels like a roller coaster as we round the highest point and shoot down. I wake up.



Snubble. I've been playing Soul Silver recently so that might be why he showed up



The mountains were shaped like these, but brown and barren. Also the river in this shot is not like with perfectly straight one in the dream


Fragment 3:

Me and my senior soc. class are at the beach. Our teacher - Mr. S - says he will offer his wheelchair/pool chair (it changed between the two) to one student a day. I hold some contempt for this teacher and his proposal seemed ridiculous so I said, "Why the hell would we want to do that?" Then I woke up.

Dream (instead of a fragment just because it was longer and more happened):

Me and a ton of people I know from school are in the Japanese room. We are helping Ms. Sh carry food into the computer science lab. Everyone is talking about the soccer game at 5:30. Ms. Sh made multicolored M&M cookies and I am fighting with BBo about who gets all the cookies. (I should mention that every Friday my comp sci class gets donuts, and before every away soccer game the team gets food. So the food in this dream likely has something to do with one of those). Then KA and KS say that they want burgers and fries next Friday, but I say that the tradition is for only the comp sci kids to get food on Fridays. BCh is wearing his football jersey and he says that we all need to change into our soccer gear for the game. Then I woke up.

Don't remember much of this one, as it was 3 days or so ago. What I've got is vague.
Also note that I'm a bit scared of elevators so I can consider this a mild nightmare.

I was in an elevator that ran along the outsides of this high-rise building. The elevator was stainless steel and glass (Think giant glass box or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory). It was pretty sunny out, and there was a man with me in the elevator. I'm sure there were others, I just remember the man best because of his facial expression.
All of a sudden the elevator was near the ground and there was a tsunami type wave. However, the water was clear. It continuously rose and you could see cars and plants under the water through the glass. The water began to leak in through the doors and my Toms shoes got wet. The water was cold and slightly sticky. As it rose inch by inch up the glass walls of the elevator, the man behind me was silent. He wore glasses and had a look of hopelessness.

That's all I remember.

Dream (non-lucid) | Lucid dream

Background:

Yesterday, before going to bed, I watched the whole "American Gangster" movie, which talks a lot about heroine and the US Army.

Dream:

At the start of my dream, I was an US soldier, and got slightly injured (I fell on my arm). A colleague managed to disinfect the wound and bandage it. We walked for a few seconds and found ourselves on a memorial place, with a few generals; right next to this place was an open-air "holy sanctuary". The sanctuary consisted of a cube from which (if I'm right) a few colons emerged -- eight, I think. Around the cube were "holy" stairs, on which I walked on with my dad (what was he doing here?) ; however, some Indian-Mexicans (who were probably prayers) told us not to walk here in a shocked way.

Then I had a FA, and found myself in my classroom. Everyone was taking a massive amount drug pills -- I can't recall what drug --, saying it'd help them focus (even the best pupil took a lot of them). I didn't, though. We were all talking about these. Then I went to a big gymnasium which was used as a classroom for 2 classes, and the doctor I met last week (IRL) was our French teacher. The class went on normally but the teacher looked weird... She was on drugs as well. She told us at the end of the class she snorted cocaine at the teacher's room, with one pupil of my class (sometimes).

And then, I'm in a huge and modern two-storey train (I'm on the 2nd storey). My German teacher is sitting on the row next to me. We pass by my train station. From there, I can see what the train driver sees... There are three or four kids walking on the railway, but the train gets past them. I find that weird. Then we pass through a wall, which gets us into a tunnel. In the tunnel, the train goes past another group of kids. Arriving at the next station, I look at the hour. The hour goes from 11:12 (displayed in green) to weird characters (displayed in red) -- I realize I'm dreaming, but get too excited, and the dream fades away.

I was pretty happy when I found out I was dreaming, but obviously too excited, and couldn't control the dream. I thought "Oh, all those efforts and I finally have a lucid dream! Yay!". Still, it's nice to have found out I was dreaming.

I was sitting in art class. It was rather dark in the room. I think we were presenting projects or something. I think I was sitting with JO and NI, and we seemed to be looking at some sort of table-top projector, sort of like in those sci-fi movies.

I think I woke up after this, but I had the intention of LDing. I slowly faded into sleep again.

It was odd. For the longest time I was caught in between, unsure if I was actually going to be successful. It was odd, because I was seeing darkness, and I tried to walk; I could feel my dream body flailing and moving, but yet at the same time I felt my real body. It was odd, trying to control the two at the same time, making sure my real body didn't move, but trying not to let go of the control of my dream body.

I eventually got my eyes open. Then I knew I could probably jump into the dream state.

I was wondering around some city at first. I wasn't totally in control of how the story went, but I knew I was dreaming. I think I was looking for someone or something, or maybe someone was after me.

There was a sturdy rectangular building made of concrete. It was pale yellow with green trim. I decided I should hide in there, so I went up to it and tried to break the glass. Even though I knew it was a dream, I was scared that the glass was going to hurt me. I punched it a few times and felt it wobble under my hand, and eventually hit it a bit harder. It shattered and I jumped in without harm.

Somehow i ended up in some apartment in the building. I was sitting on a couch and watching TV with a bunch of people from school. JO was beside me. I wanted to cuddle with him, and I turned to look at him. He put his head on my shoulder. I hugged him and nuzzled his hair.

Eventually I ended up in some large store, seemed like a mix between Home Depot and Wal-Mart, but there was a large candy dispensing area too. KR and KE were there. I think we were going to get some candy, and I was thinking about getting some blue gummies. It ended there.

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.

~

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.

~

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.

--

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.

--

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.

--

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.

***

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.