non-lucid

Basically it was a really short dream, was at a friends house, couldnt leave so i started to get worried, so i called my mom and she took me back home. After that i was seemingly playing fable (the lost chapters) in my mind, then i woke up

Hey, dreamed about that my brother had a homeparty in our house. I didn´t know about it in the dream, find out via facebook haha .

Despite the title, it has nothing to do with rock music.

16th of March 2011: non-lucid, lucid, extra comment

I'm in some sort of park, fighting off an invasion of some sort, before getting into a car and driving off. Later my dreams seems to restart/respawn me at the park battle, only now there were aliens as well, which were reminiscent of the Flood from Halo, except they behaved more like flying squids, aggressive flying squids. I fight a larger creature, which keeps pounding me to the ground with overpowered attacks.

I find the same car I drove off in earlier in the dream and make my escape. I now find myself in Nazi held territory, where I'm being chased down for some reason (Note that I was no longer in the car at this point). I run into a hotel, where the soldiers stop chasing me. I make my way to the top floor, where a female Nazi officer chases me down through some sort of grid. I make my way back to the stairs and head back down, creating a gap by jumping down flights without loss of speed. I hear people running up the stairs as well, I'm trapped.

I turn around and open a door to a hotel room. Dutch people occupy this room, they tell me they'll get me out of here. I fall asleep. When I wake up, the people are gone. Now Nazi soldiers are in the room, laughing at me, or more specifically about the books in my bag. I get up, walk into the bathroom, and take the books back to my actual bedroom. Where I put them down on my desk.

I presumably woke up at this point.

A man had been after me for a long time since he discovered that I could fry. To avoid his detection, I moved far away to a small village in another country. I limited my flying to night time, when it would be less likely to be detected. That evening, I saw him in town, but he had not noticed me. I thought that if I layed low, he would not notice me and would soon leave the area in search of me elsewhere. I would not fly again until I was sure he was long gone. I slipped past the man, who was preoccupied talking to some locals. I took the stairs on the side of the large Inn. They led to a large porch on the back side of the Inn about three stories up. This would be a great place to hang out. Very few people came back here in the evenings. There were several hammocks that hung along the length of this grand porch, which the guests could use. I got into one of the hammocks and made myself comfortable. A little while later, I heard some girls approaching. I wrapped the hammock around me and turned my face toward the building, hoping I would go unnoticed. But, no luck! One of the girls came up to me and shouted excitedly to the other two "La Mujer Mariposa!" My nemesis had really gotten smart this time. He took the myths and beliefs of the villagers and used it to his advantage. Now everyone in the village would be looking for "La Mujer Mariposa". The girl's shouting had gotten the attention of others and I could hear them running up the stairs. I had no choice but to fly away or I would be captured. I sprang from the hammock and leaped off the porch, flying into the night. The three girls watched in delight. I knew this was only a temporary solution, which would probably lead to my capture. Now that they had witnessed my flight, the whole village would be searching for me. I found a building under construction and landed there in the shadows. Soon I could see people everywhere in search of me. The flashlights were moving in all directions. That is all I remember.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I kept waking up last night...so I just had a few short dreams.

I got up and woke my mom up to ask her if the heat was on. She said yes, and I told her I was turning the AC on.(This was right after I woke up to turn the AC on because it was hot as hell in my room).

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I was at my friends' Rachel and Chad's house (I was there for awhile yesterday in waking life). We were all taking a shower. Chad got out and it was just Rachel and I. I started thinking about her water bill, and how we had been in the shower for a long time. The water started to get cold, and I told her that we could get out if she wanted to. She got out, and then the curtain was in front of me so they didn't see me naked. I remember Rachel saying "Don't look!". I didn't see them either.

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I was at Kohl's shopping with Lynsay. I picked out this tye-dye yellow and orange jacket for her after searching for her size. She liked it till she put it on, and it looked kinda silly on her. We both agreed that it wasn't for her, and she put it back.

We were then looking at sale racks that had stuff for like 95 and 99 cents.

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

I'm at House #1, and for some reason, I have to sleep lying across the foot of my parents' bed. I wake up there from a dream [that I don't remember now]. My dad is walking through the master bedroom and complaining that my sneezing has been keeping him awake. I sit up on one side of the bed and say aloud to both of my parents, “Yes, as a matter of fact, I have been sneezing! Here in the real world!” Meaning, as opposed to the dream I've just been having. I then think, but don't say, If this turns out not to be the real world, I'll be embarrassed. [ I completely forgot that there's this thing called a reality check...]

Across from the bed, a wooden frame mounted on top of the dresser houses a small movie screen. [That frame exists in real life, but it holds a mirror.] The screen is showing the end credits of an animated movie made by the same animation studio that produced The Point.

Yeah. I was kind of embarrassed when I woke up for real.

My dream last night was non-lucid and, for most if it, it is a blur.

I was sitting in a chair--like one of those from the Elizabethian Era--reading a book. There is a fire going in the hearth and it's dark outside.

Someone says my name, though it's not my actual name.

I turn around and there's a man. He's familiar to me but I can tell I'm not supposed to trust him.

He says my name again and then there's blackness.

When I surface I'm in a place that I take to be Egypt. I'm holding a knife while several large men surround me.

One tried to grab me and I manage a deep cut in his shoulder.

Then there's more blackness.

I'm floating in the blackness until I wake up.

DILD
This Is My Second successful DILD
Non-Lucid Lucid

I Opened my eyes and saw white all around me, I reached my hand out to touch whatever I could, It was fabric. I was in bed covered by a large thin white sheet, I attempted to remove it, but as soon as I touched it A Voice Boomed so loud and rustled my sheet. "I AM THE WIND!, IM HERE TO KILL YOU, IF YOU MOVE OR SHOW ANY OF YOUR BODY I WILL CUT YOU UP!!!", I was temporarily frightened until I came to the realization that I didnt fall asleep with White Sheets
I Was Lucid Now, Now without fear of the Frightening Wind, I removed the sheet that had been blinding me and stood up to find myself in an apartment room. The room was litered in Erine Propaganda,( The Orange guy with the red nose on Sesame Street) It was littered with posters and wallpapers of him making obscene faces. After stabilizing my dream body I noticed a tub of coca-cola bottles, To my right was a Living Ernie, he had been staring at me since I woke, I imagine he was the one making the voice of the Wind. I was only slightly disturbed by his cartoon like face. I grabbed a Coke out of the tub and threw it at his head, It smashed in his face and he let out a shriek of pain before falling back into an open window. He screamed the way down. I didn't pay anymore attention to him and decided to get along with the scenario, I noticed a curtain to the left of my bed, I opened it and found another Ernie sitting down staring at the wall blankly, I had no idea if he was alive or just a statue. (I wasn't really looking to find out.) I closed the curtain and went out into the hallway. At this point my hair was starting to bother my face, so I tried to push it away from my face. But it wouldnt budge, (My hair was in my face when i went to sleep.) It was so irritating, at that point I started feeling my physical senses were being triggered and I felt the dream collapsing. The floor suddenly snapped in two and a wild earthquake ensued. I looked out side and saw the sky getting blurry, The buildings outside were catching on fire and exploding. as the explosions got closer and closer all of a sudden the other Ernie ran out from his curtain space scowled at me and yelled "THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR MUDERING MY BROTHER!!!", The building Exploded
I woke up.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID-DREAM
I’m walking with the family in Californication, up a ramp from an underground carpark that resembles the one at the local Medical Centre, leading up to the ground floor. Hank Moody isn’t very talkative, tired and disillusioned, as if he’s just gotten out of prison, his estranged wife and daughter talking to him cheerfully, exchanging details of stories about things they’ve done recently or about friends of his and little ideas for things to look forward to, looking back at him constantly as they walk with him, slow and pensive.

We come out by the road at the top of a hill overlooking a city, dark with a brilliant violet sunset far away, hanging large over the horizon, speckled with fluro orange like a beautifully exotic iris. Suddenly, a row of lights from what seems like a small, synchronised group of fighter jets passes silently overhead from behind. I say to Ken, wouldn’t it be cool if the planes bomb the city and the show (Californication) turns into a story of them surviving in post-apocalyptic world.

Soon I realise that what we’re looking at is a large space shuttle doing the kinds of aerial acrobatics you might see a jet-fighter perform at an air show for an extended amount of time. Finally it slows and lands gracefully, more like a helicopter, on the road next to us. A woman, the pilot, steps out, as if from a semi-trailer cabin, and Hank’s estranged wife walks up to great her half-way. Apparently, she has organised this for Hank, and says to him and the children (there’s a teenaged son in addition to the daughter from the show), as they make their way in the opposite direction, down a gentle grassy slope towards a park, "have fun and not to forget to bring it back by 3". This is when I notice another woman reluctantly but graciously decide not to follow them, looking towards the wife knowingly and putting her coat down on the grass to sit on.

DJ Log: Sometime in the last month...
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(Note: I was recording several dreams today into my DJ from my notebook and noticed that there was a page in the middle of the notebook that was curled up. I flipped to that page to find some scribbles about a dream. I have no idea what day it happened, but this notebook is only about a month old.)

I am at my work bench, disassembling and trying to repair an old pair of home stereo speakers. The foam surrounds are all rotten and I am trying to fix them with duct tape, but it's not working too well. They sound very crunchy when connected to the stereo.

I open a speaker web site on my laptop and order some replacement drivers. Once I enter my address and credit card information, I click the “Place Order” button at the bottom of the screen. Instantly, my doorbell rings a couple of times. I open the door to be greeted by a smiling UPS delivery driver who is handing me a couple of boxes and his signature tablet. I drop the boxes on the floor and sign the tablet.

I open the first box and it has a brand new woofer in it. I set the woofer on my bench then notice that there are several other speakers in the box. Dumping out the box reveals about a dozen speakers in various states of disrepair. Some of them have no cones at all, and others are full of holes. One of them has no magnet at all and is rusty. The second box is full of Styrofoam peanuts and nothing else.

DJ Log: March 17, 2011 – 5:45PM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing on a small dock by the ocean with a couple of friends, trying to untie a bundle of blue helium balloons that have lost most of their floating ability. After a bit of struggle, I free one balloon from the bundle. One of my friends grabs the bundle and tries to free one.

I toss the balloon off the edge of the dock, watching as it bobs along the surface of the water over the small waves. It slowly floats away from the dock, then catches a breeze and blows out to sea. A couple of large birds chase it and play around with it for a little while before one of the birds pops it, causing both birds to jump a bit. One of the birds grabs the deflated balloon in its beak and they both fly off.

While watching the birds fly away, I see a stripeless snow white tiger swimming toward the dock while staring straight at us. When it gets a little closer, it raised its head and makes an angry bobcat-like sound. I stand up and quickly walk off the dock toward the beach area in an attempt to lure the tiger to follow me instead of bothering my friends. It climbs out of the water and growls at me before running straight toward me.

I retrieve a pistol from my side and rapidly discharge 7 shots into its head which don't do much to the tiger other than take its eyes out. I fire 4 more shots into its head, causing it to slow down quite a bit. I turn to my friends and tell them to hurry up and get into the beach house.

As my friends and I make our way toward the beach house, the tiger staggers around but manages to follow us. I drop the empty clip from the pistol and load a new clip. As they walk toward the house, I walk around the other side of the tiger and fire a few more shots at it. The gun makes a lot of noise, but it doesn't seem to do much of anything to the tiger. My friends make it into the house and the tiger is now wandering around aimlessly in the driveway. As I walk to the door, the dream fades quickly and I wake up.

DJ Log: March 17, 2011 – ~5:30PM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: I came home from work a couple of hours earlier than usual, feeling like a migraine was coming on. I checked my email, then laid down for a late afternoon nap at about 4:45PM and had a couple of nice vivid non-lucids.)

I am laying on a sandy beach with a male friend, J, to my left and a female friend, R, to my right. J tries to boop me on my nose and misses. R reaches over me and tries to boop J, but he rolls over which causes her to miss. Her arm brushes my nose during her attempt. I partially sit up, then lean over and boop R on the nose with my nose. She boops me back with her finger, then I playfully bite her on the nose. She squirms around to get away and makes some really strange noises, then boops me again. I turn around and J is giving me a really strange look.

The dream suddenly fades. I wake up for a brief moment, laying perfectly still and quickly fall back asleep. This takes me into the next dream entitled; Shooting a white tiger.

DJ Log: March 16, 2011 – 9:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding in a car with a female friend to an automatic car wash behind a gas station. There is a pay station in front of the bay door, but it has a sign on it that says, “Free Wash Today.” She drives into the car wash bay, but there is no washing equipment inside. It's just an empty garage space with only a single overhead light. She says, “I'm going inside to ask what's wrong with the car wash.” We drive out the other side and park, then go inside the gas station's convenience store.

The store is very crowded and noisy. There are quite a few people waiting in line to order food at the deli counter and there is a long line at the cashier. Some guy is arguing with the cashier about them putting too many pickles on his sandwich. He is picking the pickles off the sandwich and counting them out loud as he drops them on the counter. I roll my eyes and go back outside to see a whole line of clean wet cars coming out of the car wash, some of them still soapy. There is a tractor-trailer rig and a cement truck waiting in a long line to enter the wash bay. I couldn't help but think that they fixed the car wash and I should find my friend so we can wash the car.

When I turn around to go back into the store, there is a girl sitting at a small round table immediately outside the entry door. She is reading a book and does not respond when I ask her to move. I push at the table, but it won't move. I grab the door handle and pull really hard, scooting the table out of the way with the door.

Once inside, I walk to the back of the store and pick out a soda from the cooler, then walk over to a shelf and look at the small bags of chips and snacks. There is a bag a Hawaiian Onion potato chips with a $1.29 price tag and a small bag of popcorn right next to it with a price tag of $11.99. I pick up a bag of popcorn and look at it again to see that the price tag has disappeared. I pick up another bag and the price tag falls off onto the floor. I want to pick up the price tag, but find myself distracted by a couple of guys standing at the next aisle that are giving me a really strange look.

I wake up to see that I overslept a bit and am late to work.

DJ Log: March 16, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing with a huge crowd of people in the middle of a shopping mall. A guy is walking around with a clipboard, counting and registering us for some kind of a hide-and-seek game throughout the mall. I sign the sheet, then walk with several others into a Radio Shack store. I'm looking at the first glass display case and see that there is a micro-cassette recorder for $100, but right next to it is a digital voice recorder for only $15. I ask one of the sales associates why there is such a drastic price difference when I see one of those stupid shake weights sitting on the next display case. I immediately thought about the SNL skit of all the girls “jerking off” the shake weight, so I asked to see it. The salesman wouldn't let me have it, then he picks it up and hides it under the counter, saying, “No, you can't jerk it off! ...Pervert...”

Click image to see the SNL Shake Weight parody on YouTube.

A couple of us walk over to the round center island display where a salesman is handing out various electronic items to everyone. Suddenly, I see the shake weight again. I run to grab it, but the guy knocks it off the counter and hides it again. I say, “I don't need the stupid shake weight. I can do just fine without it.” I make the physical motion of having one in each hand, shaking them toward my face and sticking out my tongue like the last girl in the SNL parody video.

I woke up laughing, then wrote in my DJ.

I had another lucid, but it faded quite quickly:

I was climbing up a grassy hill, it was nighttime and I was with two other people. I could feel the blades of grass as I ran my fingers through them. I decided to do an RC but I was like, "Stuff it, lets just assume its a dream anyway." So I began rubbing my hands together and running them along the grass. When I thought my dream was stable I felt like I had sleep in my eyes so I rubbed the corners of my eyes without closing them. My dream then derailed.

Nonlucids:

I dreamt I was sitting my psychology exam (which is actually today).

I dreamt that my friend was really good at piano.