non-lucid

Well this one was certainly strange.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Something about a castle. I’m either trying to get in, or am barricaded inside. Others are trying to breach the walls. I’m not sure whether I’m helping them or trying to fend them off. At some point I enlist the aid of Jesse Ventura. He arrives carrying a large minigun, like the one he used in Predator, and is chewing a wad of Red Man tobacco.

The walls are breached and I am atop one of the castle’s parapets with two gentlemen in black suits and ties and Jesse Ventura. Jesse is wearing a sleeveless denim vest and has his large gun lying across his lap. He spits on the ground every so often. As I myself dip on occasion, I ask him for a plug.

There appears to be a civil disagreement between Jesse and myself on one side and the two gentlemen in the suits on the other. Civility is lost at one point when one of the men in the suits removes a handgun from his under his jacket and shoots Jesse in the shoulder. Jesse falls down and does not move again. I recall thinking it was odd that he would die instantly from a bullet to the shoulder.

A flying saucer crashes into the side of the castle and we are all jarred.

Next I am running down a dirt road away from the castle, surrounded by other people. I keep looking over my shoulder and seeing a large flying disc hovering over the castle. In my dream, the disk appears as if it was drawn with a pencil and thus does not seem all there. It occasionally fires a red beam from its center into the castle, causing parts of the castle to explode each time.

It's dark. I see a small dirt road. On both sides, following the road, there is a fence. I'm at a bus stop. A small bus arrives and I enter it. I get down a little further ahead and walk into this building. I go up to the second floor and see a man behind the counter. I don't know who he is, but I give to him my curriculum vitae, because i'm looking for a job. I then get out of the building and don't know if I go left and to where I was before or right. I go right. Eventually I reach this highway. I then decide to go back, i'm a little afraid now, because i'm alone here. On the way back, i see this car, stopped. There is a couple inside. I can also see a children on the backseat. But I try not to pay much attention and keep going back. I then see the bus stop which I was before, and keep going back. I find this hotel/hostel and decide to go in. I look some photos of people who were there before. There aren't many.

Chuck's Bad Day and Flirting with Bi-Sexual Winona Ryder
I'm living in a house with a bunch of people. It feels like a frat house. I sleep in a downstairs room shared with two other people. I wake up early and talk to the three roommates. One is Chuck and he says he had a bad day yesterday. Another is Ken Marino and he pulls me aside to tell me he's going to bake a cake. We walk to the living room where there is a whiteboard with math equations on it. Chuck erases part of the board and starts writing more math equations while describing his bad day. I ask something like "Did you really have a bad day? Or did you have an average day that fell short of your expectations?" This suggestion upsets Chuck and he storms off back to the bedroom.

It's still early morning. Other people are starting to wake up in the house. There is an open staircase visible in the living room, like the SAV house, and I sense that people are emerging from the bedrooms upstairs and moving to the kitchen or leaving the house. I walk back to my bedroom to find Chuck. Chuck is at the desk with a laptop and his cell phone. I lay on the bed. He starts talking again, but I don't recall about what. I am looking at the laptop. There's a computer program running that solves chess puzzles. There is an animated chessboard as the program tries different move sequences. When the program solves the puzzle, it sends a text message and starts a new one. Chuck gets up leaves the room. He leaves his phone. A moment later, the laptop finishes another puzzle and Chuck's phone buzzes, showing he got a text message.

So I'm alone for a moment in the bedroom. Once again I remark that it's early morning by the hint of sunlight from the window. A new person walks in and tells me that one of our housemate's boyfriend stayed overnight. I recognize the housemate as Patrick's sister. Then a few more people enter the room including Patrick's sister, a guy (who I assume to be the boyfriend), and a girl with short black hair who looks like Winona Ryder.

Winona flops on the bed next to me and starts talking to me in a very friendly way. It's a bit awkward for me because I don't know this person and all the other people in the room are watching. Winona says she's leaving soon with everyone to go to campus. She has a long day ahead of her. She's a college student and she studies at Disneyland. At one point, she changes position on the bed so that she's laying across my body. Then she asks if I want to hang out later that day. I say sure. She says not here in LA, but down at Disney. Again, I say sure. Then she smiles, happy that we made a date and then she leaves.

So I'm feeling pretty proud of myself but there are still those few people left in the room who have just been watching all time. They seem horrified. I ask what's wrong. Patrick's sister leaves the room, upset. Then Hugh explains that Winona is Patrick's sister's girlfriend that they were talking about earlier. Girlfriend? I thought they said boyfriend. And I didn't know she was a lesbian. Then I ask Hugh who she is because she looks like a famous actress (at this point in the dream, I hadn't yet remembered Winona Ryder's name, just recognized the face). He says he doesn't know her name either. He says to name a movie that she was in. "Reality Bites." He's never seen it. "How could have never seen Reality Bites?" Sorry, name another. I can't think of another. I say, "Just pull out your phone, google Reality Bites, and read the first name that comes up." He suggests a few other names, but I know none of them are right.

Wow, that was long. It felt like at least 30 minutes of real time. After a woke up, I remembered the name Winona Ryder. And I just now remembered that Patrick's sister's name is Jennifer.

I don't remember the premise. I am at Advanced Auto Parts. I'm with at least my father and my best friend Je. Je. goes in to get new parts for my car. I am now in the driveway looking at my car. The most prominent feature is huge brake disks on the axles. I'm not sure the geometry of it is possible.



My father goes inside and I am now alone. I walk around the car. I notice that the left back wheel doesn't have the brake disk. I look at my house. I wonder why Je. only got 3 disks. I look back and see the 4th disk. I wonder why I didn't notice it before. I go inside. My little sister Ge. wants me to choose a mii. I think it's something about the game "Wii Sports Resort." The selection screen is like Gelbooru (Porno image board). The picture next to the one of my mii gets selected after some random struggling. The woman is very pale. She looks scary. I notice the tag "edge white." No idea what that means. I think she is some sort of spy. She has a counter attaches and will randomly "bite" or "____" the viewer. I think the second one might be smack. It's not kill. One user comments something about letting her bite him. Other comments are about how long she took to act. Then I wake up with my WBTB alarm. (It didn't work, but I can try again.)

This was an interesting dream on many levels. First, its setting was almost indistinguishable from my real life office, which is a recent first for me in terms of dream architecture. Second, its remarkable likeness to a familiar real life location makes the trigger that I came across painfully easy to spot and I did spot it. What is disheartening is that my unconscious mind accepted the explanation given it by a DC thus preventing a DILD. I would be interested to see how it would have played out had the DC who provided the explanation not been present. Finally, I was attempting a MILD that night and I find it very encouraging that I was able to spot a trigger and almost DILD right off the bat. As I am still a newbie when it comes to LD, and have only ever had one, I believe I am making solid progress.

Please excuse the many side notes in this entry. I believe they are essential to some of the comments I make in describing the scene. As a further aside, I am amazed at how incredibly helpful keeping this DJ has been in my quest to explore my unconscious mind.

Friday, March 4, 2011

I am at my office, which in my dream world looks almost identical to its real world counterpart, save for very slight modifications. For example, I work in an area comprised of four rather larger cubes with high walls on three sides, but in my dream, my work area is comprised of many very small cubes, with small desks and only dividers in-between; in the middle of this large workspace is a series of filing cabinets with a countertop surface on top of them.

I arrive at my office carrying my hockey bag and two sticks. In the real world, I play on my firm’s ice hockey team, so I would own such a bag and sticks but would never bring them directly to the office with me. I leave the bag and sticks on the shared filing cabinet surface in the middle of my shared workspace. I have a constant fear tugging at me that I am going to forget about the game I have after work and miss it entirely.

There is a big to-do in the office and everyone is running about, rushing to get things done. I have no idea what this may be, but considering I’m an attorney (both in real life and in my dream, apparently) and I work in a high pressure environment, this is not unusual and does not trigger lucidity. I go to find Brian, a new guy we just hired (in both the dream and real world) to see how he’s handling all of the pressure and to make sure he’s settled in. I am unable to find him at his desk, which is occupied by a number of workers, who appear to be moving men or janitorial staff of some sort. These workers look to be setting up Brian’s new work area, which is surprisingly nice for someone who just started work.

I leave Brian’s desk area and go to Baj’s office, one of our Senior Managers, to discuss a business matter. I do not recall the content of that conversation, but I seem to remember it being lighthearted. When Baj and I are finished speaking, I return to Brian’s desk and find him there, leaning against it and speaking to a tall man in a white robe. I interrupt the conversation and realize that the tall man is Dave, one of the Senior Managers in our international tax group.

Dave is dressed, as I mentioned, in a floor-length white robe. Additionally, his hair is an afro, like the style sported by 80’s rapper Kid, from Kid and Play. Around the shaved sides and back of his head were carved various symbols, with what would appear to have been a straight razor, thus these symbols were bleeding. The symbols were of the sort rappers from the 80’s would have carved into their afros (with a buzzer into their hair and not with a straight razor into their scalp), they included a Nike Swoosh and the Chicago Bulls logo, among others that I cannot recall.

I join the conversation and begin to discuss how Dave was a professor that both Brian and I had in law school (this is true. Brian and I, in the real world, attended the same post-graduate legal program to receive our masters in tax law and Dave was really one of our professors). The conversation ends, Dave says he will talk to us later and kisses Brian on the forehead. He attempts to do the same to me, but I pull away and exclaim: “Whoa, Dave. Whatever you and Brian have going on, I don’t want any part of it.” Dave leaves and I ask Brian why in the hell Dave is dressed in a white robe like some kind of a saint and why a tall white guy has a gigantic afro with symbols painfully carved into his scalp. This is the closest I come to lucidity in this dream sequence. I clearly realized something was off considering how close the rest of the dream mimicked my real-life office. Brian responds by saying that he’s dressed for the Halloween party and I accept this answer without a second thought, putting aside that in the real world our office does not have a Halloween party.

I leave Brian desk area and remember sprinting down an aisle of cubes to return to my desk. On my way, I pass a different Dave, a partner with whom I play hockey once a week, and he mentions how everyone is gathered by the elevators to head to the hockey game. I run back to my desk and grab my hockey bag and sticks, but every time I try to shoulder the bag by the straps, the straps break and the bag falls to the floor.

I awaken and perform my RC.

Addendum: I added the following to my offline DJ on 3/7, following this enty's transcription here, but forgot to post this online. It is a fragment from the same dream that I recalled upon waking deliberations of various specific elements of this dream sequence:

As I sprinted down the aisle of cubes from Brian's desk to return to my own I noticed several desks to my right arranged in square patterns, with each next to a computer server of some sort. The servers all have flashing red lights and clear glass doors on their fronts; I can make out green circuit boards inside of the doors.

Sitting at the desk directly next to the aisle and facing me as I run by is a girl that I recognize as working in my office in the waking world, but whose name I do not know. I remember thinking that it was odd that her desk was on on this side of the office now, because she usually sits on the other side of the floor. Additionally, I remember thinking that I have always found this girl extremely attractive and that if this was in fact a lucid dream I would probably sleep with her.

I then arrive at my desk to get my hockey bag and sticks as I mention above.

Upon recalling these specific dream events so vividly upon further reflection, I was amazed that such blatant DS's would go unnoticed by my unconscious mind, including the incredible reference to an LD within the dream itself! Clearly, I have work to do in regard to my concentration and mental discipline.

Just remember that M was asking A if he would go on a date with her....

Horrible recall + staying at other people's houses for a few days = limited dream journal entries

My friend Gabe comes over quite unannounced. He goes on my computer and we look at my computer history one page at a time together. I'm really uncomfortable. I had a false awakening that I wrote this down.


Jamie is in a very surreal version of his apartment with a fuzzy tie dye shirt and matching tie dye sweater. The sleeves are rolled up and held in place with weird little velcro tabs on each arm.


I keep having small Sims things pop up into my dreams since I re-downloaded The Sims 2 A burglar came into the area that I was having my dream. My POV shifted into the usual top-down view when playing, and I saw him creepin around the entire area stealing Sims objects. The view was pretty neat, because I could see myself and where I was dreaming, and then the whole area that I was in.


My mom bleached my hair and then started to dye parts of it bright blue

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a big, concrete structure like a parking garage at night. I was on one of the floor near the top. But I was down at the bottom of some stairwell that opened from the road. There was some room at the bottom of the stairwell. Some of my old friends or co-workers were in the room. This place was apparently my office.

My friend from work, M, had been instructed, I somehow knew, to deliver a manila envelope to a young man in the office. The envelope contained a hiring package. The man was now employed by my company.

Then M walked away to get another package. I was still standing out in the stairwell. I knew everybody in the office knew about the next package, what it would be. Even thought nobody told me about it, I also knew what it would be.

M brought the package to me. The package was basically a letter saying I was fired. M treated me kind of coldly and told me I couldn't come back into the office.

I walked up the stairwell. I was out in the parking garage. My office desk was out there. I figured I should clean out my desk. Near the desk was a dining table. An older Asian man and a little girl, the man's daughter, were seated at the table. I was ashamed to be around the man and girl after just having gotten fired.

Dream #2

I was getting onto the subway. I was going somewhere kind of far away, and I might have been planning to be there for a while. I was wearing a big backpack, which went all the way up my back and even a little higher than my head.

As I was getting onto the train, an older black man followed me. He had a white beard and a wool cap. I felt like I'd seen him all over the place, wherever I'd gone. We were the only two people getting on the train. So obviously now he was following me.

I wanted to yell at him and ask why he was following me. But I didn't feel like it would do any good. So I let him go ahead of me on the train.

We were the only two people on the train. The train was kind of dark. The seats were set weird, like the benches were all lifted on a platform, and there was a guardrail right in front of the bench. It didn't look like there was any legroom.

The man lay down at the far end of the bench and fell asleep. I crawled across the bench and tried to find some way to sit down.

Dream #3

I was in something like a living room with an old woman. We were part of some karaoke contest. We were about to go on. But suddenly the woman sprang the idea on me that we should do a duet. She suggested some song I didn't know.

I didn't want to do the song, since I didn't know it and I'd be horrible. But I felt grateful to the woman for some reason, so I figured I'd better do the duet.

The woman showed me some lyrics and gave me the tune. I still didn't know the song, but I thought I had the words.

Now we were out on a big stage. The music began. I recognized the tune! I started to sing, but I suddenly realized I'd forgotten all the words.

The old woman looked at me, terribly disappointed.

This dream was not quite as vivid as the last few and I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that I didn't recall it until I had been awake for about 10-minutes. I may not have woken up right as it ended, so I'm lucky to remember it at all:

I was on a half destroyed city street. I had a very cool gun with a future blue night-vision scope mounted on it. Walking along the streets were flesh colored monsters with big heads and tentacles for arms. I was shooting at them from several blocks away using the amazingly cool scope.

I was with a small group of people. We decided to move onto other areas. (Recall gets very hazy at this point.) We traveled until what seemed like noon because the environment became very crisp and sunny after this. We moved to a valley that was huge and forested with trees in every direction. There were no signs of civilization and I had the impression there had been, but it was all over grown now.

Without quite being lucid, I reasoned with the right amount of effort I could fly like a Falcon over the valley to scope out a place for us to scavenge for weapons or make a base of operations. I vaguely recall sending out a Falcon firstly, and then some how deciding that I could simply follow him. I soared into the air over the vast forested valley. I clearly remember flapping my arms at one point, like a bird, while the other watched.

I discovered, I was actually looking at my home city deep into the future and now massively overgrown. A tall mountain had ripped upwards miles into the sky completely altering the appearance of the entire region.

I directed everyone to my house so that we could scavenge it for food and weapons. It was half flattened and overgrown with trees and dirt. I did find several of my belongings that didn't quite look right. I was perplexed by how different my stuff looked in the future.

Eventually we made our way further down the valley to a compound that was sitting in front of a black-ish swampy lake. There was something like a private militia residing there. They welcomed us in, and warned that the lake was filled with monsters. I looked out a window with thick metallic blinds. I could see what looked like pink fleshy half men half fish creatures swimming around in it. The leader informed us that the lake ran underground, all the way under the compound. (These visuals were extremely realistic.)

I looked at my group and asked, "Why would we stay here then?"

For a long time I've had dreams in which I fly, but don't become totally lucid. Pretty annoying actually. I also made the connection that seeing a bird in flight triggered the lucid power of flight exhibited in the Super Lucid: Blackbird Flying dream.

05.03.2011

Furious Red Balls, Museum, and Snow (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Log: Unknown Saturday, March 4-5th, 2011

Hours: Unknown Alarm: None Audio: None

Thisw as a really long, and eventfull dream. I love dreams that have a storyline. The very first feeling of the dream, before i knew where i was or even saw anyhting was that of a college dorm room, that of ancient origin. As the dream started, i was in an old building. It was intricate and perfectly crafted, it was amazing. Something, although i am unsure of what, was gong on. All of the sudden, red and white ping pong sixed bals started vilolently raining down from above me. Either they were coming out of the ceiling, or the roof was open and they were coming from the sky. It was somehwta like a hardship, but at the smae time it was somewhat of a game. I was ducking. and at one point i stuck my head in a little nook or cranny and then finally decided to go into the trap door that lead to a deeper level in the building. I went in, and now i was in a room with some of my relatives and it was a museum-like setting. It was very ancient civilization, but that of sophistication. I was in awe over the amount and quality of the artifacts around me, it was inspiring. I saw a giant eisel and went over to it. It was somewhat of a giant coloring book. I looked through it and it was filled with designs of clothes and they were brilliant. They were very old, and i pointed out to people that thedate on the book was 1702.
shortly after, we all decided it was time to go, so we went out the door and walked outside. There was a highway looking rod, covered in snow, but the sun was shining. We had to, in order to get where we were going, slide on the snow on our knees. So i got on my knees and started doing it really well, other people were using their arms to help support them but i didn't need to. I was really proud of myself and i was oging really fast. I got to the end after passing everyone up. There, a young girl and a young boy were there next to eachother. They were todlers. The girl was extremely cute. The boy kissed her, it was cute, and they were smiling and giggling. I was laughing. Then it was over.

Kids these days...
Recall: 8/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm on some sort or reality show, going in and out of third person. There is a man in a house who lets me stay with him, sort of my sponsor. He's an odd fellow, but uncharacteristically wise. He shows me to my room where I sit on the bed and look out the window.

I can see in the window of the neighbour's house, where two teenage boys are dancing with two girls. They spot me watching them and start acting all tough. They go to the window and continue their show of bravado. Next thing I know, they are outside my window pounding on it. I go outside and they continue to harass me, wanting to fight. I oblige them, and punch the oldest one in the face just once. He drops to the ground and his younger friend doesn't know what to do.

The kids and their family are NWO, and won't let this go. The kids were genetically engineered to be superior and larger, so it's unacceptable that they lost to me. Their whole family comes over for a rematch, where I will fight the oldest kid again. They show up, and the reality show film crew are capturing it all. I ask them if they really want to embarrass themselves on camera, but they are dead set that we finish this.

We step out into the street, and the kid and I fight. I'm expecting another easy win, but he kid displays an excellent knowledge of karate. He blocks my first few punches with ease and counters with punches and kicks of his own, which I too avoid. I catch his leg during one of his kicks, planning to pummel him in the nuts, but somehow I can't find the right opening, or even move to strike at all. I finally break through that mental paralysis and punch him right between the eyes. He goes down and our contest is over.

Sunday March 6 2011

I had a False Awakening last night. All I can remember before the FA was that I was in a car, looking through the window of another car directly at a woman. I said to her (like I knew it the whole dream), "I am really dreaming."

I felt a surge of excitement and had my FA, except I was lying on my stomach with my feet at the headboard where my head was supposed to be. I didn't realize I was in a dream. My body jumped up because of the excitement but I thought I should try to do a DEILD by laying down and thinking of the dream again. It didn't work. I went to another dream (which I can't recall well, something about a three story mall) and slept the rest of the night.

I have a tendency to sleepwalk, so maybe it really wasn't a false awakening and I did change my position during the night.

Saturday March 5 2011

Can't remember much besides the fact that I was on a giant chessboard. It was made of marble and each square was probably about 1 m^2.

07.03.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In a previous par of the dream I can barely remember I had kicked some vampire butt alongside J. J and I then saw an infectee down the street and we deduced that the vampires were infecting people again. We cured here with magic and located a large subterranean parking lot where they were having meetings. There were two vampire girls guarding the entrance. One went away (I think we scared her) and the other one led us to a group of three vampires. I told her to go away and we started fighting.

Grandfather's Ph.D.

We are at my grandparents' house. My mother and I are discussing my Grandfather's attempt to get a Ph.D. "Why not?" we say, "he has already published 8 books." I look at a bookshelf of books, all written by my grandfather.

Yeah, that's it. What kind of dream recall was that?!