non-lucid

Very Vivid (No control): Dream starts out with my best friend Austin. The building we're in looks very similar to a Pizza Factory my fiance works at. We seem to work or own this restaurant. At first we're talking in the back on the establishment. Not many customers. Just 3 children all by themselves. They didn't seem to pay, but I wasn't there for when they ordered. Austin said they did pay. There was a girl with Austin...possibly a girlfriend I don't know of. I remember we went to vote for something together and had to fill out a two page survey. It was pretty random seeming.

Suddenly, I was with a friend Emma. There were several of us lounging on a mattress on the floor while watching a movie. At first, I couldn't see the movie. Evidently I dozed off. I seemed to be the only one awake at first. Then I see Emma is awake. Out of nowhere, the other two with us are gone, and we're watching a John Wayne movie that I've never seen IRL, but I recognized in the dream. I don't remember leaving, but suddenly I was "home".

My "home" was drastically different. It seemed smaller, more compact. Me and my family are packing for a trip to Ukraine. I remember small details like asking who's looking after our dogs for a month. As I say it, my mom's friend Amanda seems to walk in out of nowhere. I ask for an itinerary, and we leave.

No drive, just suddenly at an airport. Oddly enough, the airport is all in South Korean. I don't even know why I know that it was South Korean, but I do. They had an Italian ice cream stand mixed in with all the South Korean food being served at buffet like stalls. As we're heading towards the plane, we realize we're a little late. We start heading for the gate. Suddenly, I get distracted, and my family gets onboard without me, and I miss the plane. Somehow, I understand the Korean instructions over the PA saying "If you miss your flight, please become noticed by our staff." I run wildly around, and even manage to pry open a door with my bare hands trying to find my family. I finally make it back through an open doorway. As I go through, I see my first person since the terminal. It's a girl Erin that I have Programming Logic and Design with. I have never even talked to her. She was wearing green scrubs for some reason. I run past though some kind of resturant/bar and into the main terminal. I run past the Italian Ice cream to stand in line. As I'm there, I see an old friend Roger who I've been to Ukraine with. He seems calm, and he calms me down and offers to help. I sit down next to someone I seem to know while waiting in line. She's holding a baby, but I don't recognize (or maybe just don't remember) who she was.

On hindsight, and after adding more remembered details in, I think the girl with the baby was Emma. She talked about someone's baby on Facebook last night before I went to bed. I'm pretty sure that's who it was now.

For now, that's all I can remember. Sadly, I have to get to class now. But hopefully this detailed account will help me start getting used to this. :]

DJ Log: March 24, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

...and out of the midst of a dry spell, this strange one comes along...

I am watching a show on TV about people racing parts of cars down a track. Some of them are rolling tires down the track and some are attaching bottle rockets to various car parts to propel them down the track. One guy is sitting on the rear axle of a truck and is pushing himself down the track with a pair of ski poles.

22.3.2011

Moonlit Mafia (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Tall grass blows gently outside the locomotive, as the passengers spill onto the tracks. The train has stopped, some sort of malfunction the conductor says.

We have no choice.

By the end of the night, this dark, gravely track must be drenched in blood, deep and red.

“But who?” we wonder amongst ourselves, three groups, one innocent, the others not. In time the answer becomes clear: we'll vote, and the one we vote for will die by all our hands.

My group, my family of mafioso, begins planning, talking in hushed whispers within compartments, between train-cars. Our plan is a complex one, and it'll be hard to pull off, but the potential benefits outweigh the risks.

Step one, talk with the leader of the other mafia group, our enemies, convince him to join us and vote for the charismatic innocent riling up what would otherwise be sheep to our slaughter. He agrees, and the plan goes forward.

Step two, put forward our votes, and make contact with the leader of the innocents. Let him know we're on his side, as long as he votes for the leader of our enemy. He does, and before it's too late, we all switch our votes.

It's done. I think, grinning, as our victim is forcefully dragged away, into the swaying grass, where soon he'd struggle no more.

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I'm shot.

Dragging myself across the city street, I feel the hole in my chest, my lung. I sense the wet blood on my back, seeping through my blue dress shirt, mixing with the dirt and dust, still falling to the ground.

“Boss. . .” I spatter, reaching my hand up to the man in the purple suit and fedora walking away from me, revolver in hand. He turns, as I violently hack up blood onto the cold rocky ground. A raise of the arm, a pull of his finger, and another piece of molten lead fires into my back.

Everything fades to black.

I had a dream last night but forgot most of the details. It's 10 pm. I should have written it down when I woke up.

My law teacher was a movie critic, and we watched a movie starring Natalie Portman, but I thought it was Kristen Stewart. That's all I remember.

I'm with a couple of friends; we're making our way through a protracted commute via public transit to a train station/airport. As we get closer to our destination our surroundings gradually get flashier, with neon lights that give the area something of a futuristic look. We climb up the stairs to the boarding platform. I'm dimly aware that my friends are both carrying bags--and at that moment it hits me; I have nothing with me except my coat (which I'm wearing). Oh, damn, I forgot my bag. Again. (I have a sense that this is not unusual for me.)

I turn to my friends and realize one of them is Brian from high school; I recognize the other person but can't put a name to the face. "Guys, I just realized I forgot my bag," I say with an apologetic grimace. They sigh. We're going to have to go back to get it... well, no, why should they have to go back? "Go ahead without me," I say. "I'll meet you at J___ ______." (quick image of a map with place name overlaid and a blue "person" icon where our destination is) Brian starts to protest, but it's clearly just a courtesy, because when I repeat myself he immediately switches to a nod of assent. They leave. I don't know how I'll meet up with them since I won't be able to take the same means of transportation, but I guess I'll figure something out.

I slowly retrace my route. I dislike the fact that I'm going backward, out of the clean neon surroundings and gradually getting cheaper, more rural. It feels wrong, like I wasn't meant to travel in this direction. The details are fuzzy, but I end up at a mostly deserted train station which runs in both inbound and outbound directions. I start to think of how I can take the train and make a loop back to where I just was, nearly forgetting that I still have to go home and get my stuff first.

+fragments:
- possibly related to above dream, I am again at a train station but am a different person: a late-teens/early-20s African American girl. My dad is with me, except he's in some kind of small protective bubble and is dying. His last gift to me is a train ticket to my destination, meaning I don't have to pay for my fare. This is extremely touching (not because of what the gift is, but because I can feel his love for me so strongly) and I start to cry.
- something about a fight with Justin Bieber? (damn, I wish I remembered this one :p)
- other stuff I would have remembered had I not waited 12 hours to write this entry

1. I'm a wolf, and my friends are a hawk, a snake, a mouse, and a bulldog. My friends get captured, stuffed, and put in display cases, and I somehow manage to rescue and revive them. There are further adventures, but I don't remember them.

2. I'm at a toy store that only opens when a certain road is clear. There are all sorts of realistic stuffed animals, massive amounts of My Little Pony figures, and wind-up Tachikoma. I take too long deciding what I want to buy and get kicked out right when I was about to pay.

3. I have a non-speaking role in a really weird play where the other actors are the Marx Brothers and the Martian Manhunter. I somehow end up winning a second-place medal for my acting.

4. Some girl gives me a big tin of Valentine's Day candy - caramel-filled chocolate hearts wrapped in red foil. But whenever I talk to her, thinking we're friends, she doesn't want anything to do with me.

5. Various last-day-of-school goings-on.

This occurred when I was napping. I was reading a book (Homo Faber) and decided to take a nap as I was absolutely knackered, having read the book mere minutes before falling asleep might have aided in creating my dream scenario.

23rd of March 2011: non-lucid, lucid, extra comment

I was reading a book (see above) when it suddenly occurred to me that I had no recollection of how I got to this point in the story. At this point I remembered that I had fallen asleep. However, rather than utilizing the knowledge of me being in a dream, I woke up and checked my iPod clock, as I feared I had been sleeping way longer than I had intended.

On the one hand, I'm psyched that I got this close. On the other hand, I'm extremely bummed. This was stupid of me...

The Cube

There was earlier stuff to my dream but the first thing I'm able to explain is that I was in a weird dungeon /industrial room. I was sitting in on a bench holding some sort of cube. There where DCs that where authorities were walking towards me (police officers I think). I knew that the cube I was holding contained incriminating evidence (I don't remember if it was of me or not). I tried to hide the cube in the space where the back of the bench meets the seat. I was removed from my seat by the men walking toward me and they searched where I hide the cube and removed it with. They where very pleased with their confiscation of the item. I don't remember what happened next.

Going in Circles

Another dream I remember a little about (I don't remember if it was connected to the dream explained above) involved my friend Ripply (Rip), this is the first occurrence of him in a dream I can remember. He was having me follow him around in this house where we kept going from one room to another but making a big circle. It seemed like we were in a hurry for something but he couldn't decide which part of the house to exit, so when we got to one exit of the house he would decide another exit was better and we would keep going in circles, I think there was another DC following us, as in with us, but not anyone I knew. It was my opinion that we leave the part of the house that was closer to the car, but i either didn't voice my opinion or Rip didn't listen. I don't remember leaving the house or not.


Another dream I had was very intense.
The Massacre in the Barn

I was in my barn and there were people locked inside the heifer pen in my barn, there where Libyans I believe. I was outside of the pen talking to them, I don't remember about what. One of the men inside the pen gave me a card, it was some sort of government issued card. I noticed that there was a mistake on the date. the years where wrong on the month of Dec. it said 2013 instead of 2012 for the next year. The card was some kind of reimbursement or 'get out of jail' card, it was important. But the incorrect date would void the card. I went to talk to someone about this and their was a guard of sorts, with other men now watching the men in the pen. There where a lot more DCs now. I was able to argue that the guard fix the mistake on the mans card. I was able to convince the man to do so. I showed the guard the card, this is when I had an opportunity to go lucid, because when i showed the guard the card I was unable to make out the dates, they where blurry and out of focus. Instead of doing a RC I just ignored it and told myself that I had the dates right After giving the guard the card I went back to the pen, very pleased with myself for what I had done. I had made some exclamation about I should do this for a living. After a short time shit hit the fan. The guards watching the men in the pen had started to open fire. The pens where now open and people where fleeing for there lives. The door that is right next the the heifer pen was semi open. I tried to get out through the barn door and only got my top half through due to the mass of people trying to exit. I could here the gunshots and was terrified that my legs where going to get shot. I could hear the gunshots from the semi-automatic assault rifles and tried and tried to push through. Looking back I think I was stretching my body pushing so hard to get through. I finally got free and ran the other way a lot of the other men were running. I went behind the barn and looped all the way back to my house. I do not recall seeing anyone get shot but i knew it had to happen because it was like shooting fish in a barrel. The last thing I remember is looking at my house.

I was driving a van. There was a prehistoric dog next to me that was excavated and lived. He was more ferocious than any dog on Earth today.

With my right hand, I broke off a piece of wood about 2" x 2" x 1 1/2' that was loosely secured to the side of my seat. I needed to protect myself. I kind of gave the dog a whack, but didn't really want to hurt it, so I ended up just pushing it towards the sliding door. In waking life I was recently working in my attic and had to deal with 3 wasps. I caught and released two. The third I didn't really want to kill, but ended up trying to by pushing it against the rafters, though he got away.

The dog became submissive after I pushed him towards the door of the van. I asked a dream character if it could really be a dinosaur dog. I don't really remember him answering, though I got the feeling he said that it was dug up.

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I saw a driveway, not mine, with flowers that I left. I went to get them. I picked up a 1 gal pot with a rose, and some much smaller pot. I couldn't get the third.

There was a hole at the side of the driveway. I put the plant I couldn't take in the hole to protect it. Then I realized I shouldn't have, so I got in the hole and put it back out. I climbed out of the hole disturbed that I had to get a little dirty, then the owner of the house turned into the driveway.

I was busted! I was thinking about explaining to the lady that came home that they were actually my plants. That dream ended there.

I'm down at the Pacific Ocean. I'm wading into the cold water. Little fish are swimming through my legs and seaweed is wrapping around my ankles. It's beautiful, but then I remember how the ocean has been contaminated. I also remember how after Chernobyl, radiation could be detected in the seaweed here. I think about Japan and how it's just across the ocean from us, and I run out of the water. I can't get the seaweed off of my body. Looking back at the ocean, it looks disgusting. It's full of plastic and oil and nasty gunk.

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

It's after closing time at a big, fancy modern office building, but I have to go back inside to retrieve something. On my way in, I see a couple of my friends from a club I'm in, and say hello to them. Someone closes the door that leads deeper into the interior of the building before I can get to it. There is a sign on the wall next to it that reads “Shift Workers.” Since I don't have a key to this door, I decide that whatever I was going to get can wait until the next day, and abandon my errand. I walk back out of the building and through the glass front doors.

Outside the doors is a wide, concrete entry plaza with concrete stairs leading down to the street on the side opposite the doors. The plaza and the stairs are crowded with people. As I cross the plaza, I meet Ellen Page and Joseph Gordon-Levitt. We walk down the stairs together, talking. At the bottom of the stairs, a guy in a movie-quality Darth Maul costume is greeting kids in character.

Ellen, Joe, and I have to get to a meeting or event somewhere else, so we start walking there. Ellen is wearing her teal evening gown [the one she's wearing in the picture I linked to above]. As we walk along a road in a semi-rural area, she carries me by holding her right forearm straight out to the side and parallel to the ground, and letting me sit on it. I can feel my pelvic bones digging into her arm. I wonder if she's doing all right carrying me all this way, since I'm bigger and heavier than she is, but I don't say anything, and she doesn't complain. She starts singing a song in Japanese, one I recognize and know well, so I join in and sing along. I think, I didn't know she was an anime fan. When we get to the end of the song, I identify it: “Digimon, season 1, ending 1.” [That ending song sounds like this in real life, but the song we were singing didn't sound like that at all. It sounded a little more like this one, but not really.] I think, The only other people I've had friendships this close with have been my AmeriCorps friends.

We come upon a park. There are several people there with some dogs that they, and Ellen, identify as Rottweilers, but they have reddish fur and look kind of fox-like. I somehow manage to drop my purse and the series of plastic bags containing the components of our picnic lunch all over the grass, and have to get them back without the dogs attacking me. I start picking them up, saying to Ellen, “I don't give a s*** about the food, I just want my purse back!” I'm scared of the dogs. One of them does end up biting my hand, but more playfully than viciously; I can feel its teeth on my hand. I try to get my hand out of its mouth without tearing the skin on a tooth. [I think] I finally succeed, after I've removed the mask that has slipped down over my eyes so that I can see it again. [I was, as usual, wearing a sleep mask in real life. I also remember having to remove covers from my ears in order to hear people at some point during this dream, but I don't remember when. I didn't have anything in or covering my ears in real life.]

We leave the park, and continue on our way down the road. I am now riding bareback on a big, black cow. Ellen is walking next to it. [Joe had disappeared from the dream entirely by this point.] I can feel the cow's fur, warmth, and movement. We're almost to our destination, which is a boxy, white, one-story set of office buildings on the next block. I think about how many different forms of transportation I've taken on my way to this place: walking, being carried by Ellen, riding in a golf cart, and now riding on a cow. [I don't remember the part of the dream where I rode in a golf cart anymore.] The office building is set back from the road a little bit. Before we get to it, and right up next to the road, there is a stable with a whole herd of black cows in it. The cow I'm riding stops in front of the stable, facing it, and moos. All the other cows moo back. This exchange repeats twice. I dismount from the cow so that she can go into the stable. She gets scared of something and climbs one of the support beams holding the roof of the stable up. She clings to the top of it, now about the size of a human child.

I turn back to face the way we just came. A woman is approaching me on the road. She has a geometric pattern of straight lines with corners all over her tan skin, and is busy putting on a silver loincloth-skirt thing as she walks toward me. I call her “Charissa” as I approach her. That's the last I remember before waking up.

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Side notes:

Two of the last things I did before going to bed last night were watching a Star Wars fan video and working on my current Arthur/Ariadne fanfic. I'm slightly surprised both that those elements showed up in my dreams immediately (unusual for me) and that it wasn't the characters themselves who showed up, but the actors who played them.

This was a really cool, fairly vivid dream with a lot of tactile sensation. I was also amazed to realize upon waking up that I'd slept right through my parents' morning routine, the sounds of which usually prevent me from getting back to sleep for that last cycle. This difference can probably be explained by the fact that I didn't get to sleep until after midnight last night, which is later than I usually do these days.

okay, these are mostly fragments so... lol

dream1: I was outside of my school (hmm I dream alot about school, dream sign perhaps?) and my PE/health teacher was there, along with some other students including my friend Ashley (or Ash. for short). I looked at her and asked what we were doing. She shrugged and I saw a large white bus/space ship like thing. Mr. C. told us to get in it. We did. I sat in the back (the seat was looking out the back window.) along with Ash. She mumbled something I think and I said something. We "took off" and were in the sky. I saw my other friend "Em" in another one. Suddenly I was poilet and everyone else was gone. I had to ram into Emily's "ship". I hit it hard and her's kinda exploded. I fell out but survived. I looked for Emily, but she was gone. Then I woke up.

dream 2: There was a kitten & bunny. (another grey kitten, dream sign?) The kitten talked to the bunny and said something like, "We'll be best friends forever!" then they got swallowed by a whale. (by the way, I don't know where I was in the dream, I think I was invisible or something) They seemed to be in a forest though. They played and stuff, then I woke up. AWWW CUTE BUNNY AND KITTY!!!

Dream3: Hehe, I was with a guy from church who I kinda like. (Not saying names) He talked to me, and I talked to him. Then I woke up.

Dream4: uhm...I think I was on Noah's Ark or something... and I read a book.


notes:
I think my dream signs might be:
*Seeing a little grey kitten
**sometimes she has wings
*Seeing anyone from Skillet
**with Ben sometimes singing
*Being at school
**Seeing my gym/health teacher
** *Seeing my science teacher/ him killing/liking me

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was in a grocery store. I had just had a birthday party, and it wasn't that great; only like 4 people showed up.

Then, I was on vacation in Israel. I was with someone, but I can't remember who. I remember we were staying in a pretty nice hotel. I was going to have another birthday party there. I was in the hotel room, and I wanted to send a message out to Rachel, but my phone was left in the car. I had to send a message in a bottle, except for I used a box. I wrote the message on the box with my finger. The part of the box I wrote on was red. My message was a pale white, and kind of hard to read because of how pale it was. I don't remember what it said.

Then, I went to send the message. I walked out into the hallway, which was a pale off-white color from floor to ceiling, and there was an Arab man sitting in the hall. You had to give him $5 to send a message. Whoever I was with on this vacation gave him the money, and I sent the message. I got a quick reply from Rachel not long after that. I wanted to send her another message, but I ran out of money. I told whoever I was with that I needed to run out to the car to get my phone so I could send Rachel a message.

I went into the hallway, and the Arab man taking the money to send the messages was gone. He had a box set up to put the money in. I kept walking, and looked to my right. There was a girl doing sit-ups, and there were a few other people around her.

Then, I remember walking back into my room, and Caitlin was there. She told me she had brought her boyfriend, who's name is actually Israel, and another guy, whom she also called Israel. I looked, and some younger looking dude with short black hair was laying on the bed closest to the door (the room had 2 queen-sized beds). I was dissappointed, and got upset. I wanted Ryan to be there, and I didn't think it was fair that Caitlin had brought 2 guys there. I went and sat on the bed furthest to the door with my back to everyone. I was really upset. I just sat there with my arms crossed.

~

I was working at Cracker Barrel in the store part of the restaraunt. I had just started my job there. My friend Josh came in. I talked to him for a little bit. He also apparently worked there, and helped me to locate where the box was with the rolls of change in it. He led me to the manager's office where it was located in the back of the store.

Then, I was back at my register, and a large Hawaiian-looking man came up and asked me if we carried wedding bands. By wedding bands, he meant garters. To my immediate right, I had a small jar of packages of the "wedding bands"/garters. They were cheap-looking and came in many different colors, with multiple bands per package. I picked one up and gave it to him. It rang up as $10.96. He made a face and said something like "Jesus", indicating his displeasure with the price. He paid anyway, and as I was giving him his change, he pointed at a picture of a young, blonde woman on the wall to my left. He asked me if I knew her, and I said yes. Apparently, she worked there too. He told me he had gone to a party with her and he had "you know'd" with her (he used terminology similar to that in the dream). He was smiling and laughing.

I looked into my drawer, and noticed that I was all out of dimes, and almost out of pennies. The man was still there, and I asked him if he needed anything else. He said "No, are you done?", meaning was I done with the transaction. I told him yes, I just needed to get some change. He said "Oh, ok", and left. I started to think about where Josh had showed me where to get my change from.

Since the last dream I recalled, I had the impression that I wasn't dreaming anymore, this is quite annoying... Anyway, here's another dream.

I found myself in a special intervention unit w/ Jack Bauer and some other teammates. I must lead an anti-terrorist mission.

First, I see a black military helicopter flying over a bright-green lake, then some film-makers who are talking around a table. I see a female who looks like John Galliano (at least she has the same clothing style).

Then, I find myself into a HUGE party room (with rich people and all, you know), and Jack Bauer is onstage. He chooses his weapons for the mission (on the back of the stage are hung up lots of MP5 and a few AK47s), but he gets angry cause they don't wanna give him both a MP5 and an AK47, and he just goes with the MP5. I'm sitting in the back of the room (which is, indeed, opposed to the stage), in a dark corner.

Afterwards, my teammates, Jack Bauer and I are in a really dark space, only surrounded with a few red lights (looks like a military place); I hear Jack swearing he's going to take revenge against someone because his sister died. We run towards some small grey-black metallic platforms. I now am in a kitchen, in the morning, with a teammate. The windows' shutters are half-closed, so some sweet bright light comes in the room. We wear some military clothes and have some huge protection & weapons. We find once again two of these platforms and we kick them. They lead us into a yellow room, with the name of a general written on a wall. We once again kick two platforms and find ourselves on the top of a roof.

There are two terrorists; there's one in a cage at the left of the roof, with a little black/white globe (it looks very pixellized) near him. We shoot him down. There's another terrorist, in a cage as well, at the center of the roof; he leaves before we can shoot him. His cage goes down a huge building structure. I jump in an attempt to follow him even though I don't see the cage anymore, but I hit myself and a health-bar appears (just as in video games) telling me I've got 1 HP remaining. Then I don't stop falling, but I wake up.

I was at a gas station getting gas when I realized I had no money on me at all. I panicked, because I had already pumped the gas into my car, $15.00 worth. On my way to tell the service people, I stopped, turned around, and said aloud, "Ah, I'm in a dream, I don't need to pay." and drove away. NEVER BECOMING LUCID!!!