non-lucid

I have poor recall on this dream, but basically there were several women vying for the position of host for a radio show or as an advertising spokesperson. They were all trying to earn a vote.

This one lady came up to me and put her face up against mine to seduce my vote. She kind of ended up kissing me, and then knocking me over a couch or onto a bed.

Her appearance changed to another woman who slid down the covers. She put her face close to my groin. I thought how nice it was, but she could just go ahead and give me what I really want. She kind of starts to, but never really did. I felt good, but I was disappointed I couldn't get her to commit.

I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. Maybe drinking the perfect amount of liquid could induce a sexual dream in a man without waking him up. Hmmmmm.

Pug Genocide and the Obstacle Course

I’m on my street walking two dogs, a Pomeranian and a pug. I make sure to keep them walking on the right side of the road, and my dream-mind thinks of how much I like the direction of East. I have trouble keeping them out of the roads but I manage to take them to my destination: a big building with all the kids from school waiting in line outside. There’s something going on, but I don’t really know what. I notice that if I get in line, I’ll be waiting for hours. It’s extremely hot out, the peak of summer.

I see my Uncle Pat come at me from a distance. He has a shot gun. Suddenly I am being pulled to the ground. I can’t see anything and my dogs are taken. Hands are over me. I am put in a car. I open my eyes. I’m in the backseat. My mom’s in front with my Nana and the dogs are here in the back. The windows are rolled up and we’re all sweating really hard because of the heat.

“You can’t take Pugs out in the open,” my Nana says. She explains that they are being killed off, and my Uncle is one of the men who shoots them. I don’t know why it’s happening. I roll a window down and shove my face out. It’s a little refreshing. I draw things in the thick condensation that’s formed on the windows.

They drop me off at my dream-house, where I’m staying. It’s night time. I take the dogs into a shed and ruffle through a few boxes. I find a purple wig and put it on. In the mirror, I look the same, and my wig looks really funny. I can’t fit all my hair under it.

I go into the house. I’m staying with an autistic boy and his autistic friend. They annoy me, not because they’re autistic, but they won’t leave me alone for a moment. I try to run into my room and quickly close the door, but they get in. I do it again, forcefully and lock the door. The dogs play around in my room.

The scene jumps to me going back to the building with the school kids. It’s daytime again, but the same day, just a few hours later. No one is outside and I see the tail end of the line going in. Shit. To go in, you walk up some stairs on the side of the building, so I do that. The next part is the beginning of a big obstacle course. I didn’t know that was what this was.

Derek, my friend, is in front of me. After the stairs, you climb through a window-esque opening. I do so, but after casually going through, I am almost falling off a circular ledge that leads from the outside to the inside. Below me, all the kids are doing their obstacles or just watching me fall. This is the first part, and I’m already failing. Well I didn’t know about it, so I don’t feel that bad, I don’t really care about this. The ledge is absolutely terrifying, however.

I fall more, and I’m dangling half inside half outside the building, my hands on the ledge.

“Fuck all you hoes,” I say (lols) and manage to lift myself up. I slink around the ledge and come to a bigger part of it. Kayla, a schoolmate, is in back of me. There are two doorways. They are both extremely small. I enter one, and it gets blistering hot as I walk through. I take off my hoodie, and my mind says this is why my dream has been so hot. It’s still hot in the hallway. It zigzags vertically and becomes too small to fit through. I look back and see Kayla has taken the other hallway, the correct choice. Shit, failed again.

Scene change to the end of the course. I’ve probably come in last, but I’m hanging out with the first place and second place kids until they make a final announcement. It’s kind of like a break time. First place is “Heather”, although it doesn’t look like her and she keeps taking her glasses off (which she doesn’t have in waking life) and saying how she can’t see.


Circle Class

I am in a big fancy house and I am going to interview someone. They bring me to the “tea room”, which is a huge circular white room. I sit down.

Scene change to me sitting in the room, but in a desk. There are about thirty desks all arranged in a circular way. I see Jack sitting on the other side of the circle. I’m talking to Megan, a childhood friend, and Derek, a friend from school. We talk for a long time, most of the dream, but I don’t remember dialogue much. My mouth is really dry.

I look down the line and see Heather talking to a friend, Aimee. I get a jealousy pang but remember that I’m having a quite good time myself here talking with Megan. We are sitting in rolly chairs and I spin around the room, having some fun.

For some reason, a lot of people start to leave. I think they’ll come back so I wait. Eventually it’s just me and a few kids near Jack who are really dedicated students and wouldn’t leave a class. I know everyone is having a good time without me, and I get very upset. I see Derek left me a drawing. It’s really good, and on the back it has a black scratch area. It reveals rainbow colors if you scratch it away. I doodle on it and think about what Heather is doing without me. I do some funny things to entertain the students, who laugh, but I can’t close my mouth. It’s too dry!

I wake up, and have the worst dry mouth. I drink water and go back to bed.



Fragment

I am in Goodwill with my mom and someone else. This girl Emily who is really disgusting is here. She points to a sailing instrument, a tiny globe that has a handle under it that controls a grid laying over the earth. It tells you longitude and latitude numbers. I really want it, but it’s thirty dollars. I carry it around and slip it into my pocket.

I check out the records and they have video game soundtracks. I really want the Donkey Kong 64 Part 2 (doesn’t exist!) soundtrack, or the Banjoe Tooie. No money, oh well. I think about telling my friend Lotie about them, because she just got a record player.

I look at a television playing something on a shelf. A thought comes to mind that my mom had cancer in my dream or something. The dream details on this, but I don’t recall any of it.


Fragment

It’s a year later than now, and I “wake up” in a daze into the new present time, knowing nothing of the past year. I ask Heather all the things we did in the passing year, and have my mom tell me some things we did too. I go to a park with my mom and dad and my dad uncovers my old bike from under a hiding spot. He said I put it there last year.


Fragment
I'm in my first room ever. On the ground there are two vests, identical. Weird, I think. Why would that happen? I could be dreaming. I become lucid, look at the vests, and see they are remarkably different. I wake up.

Comment Dream Lucid
Amount of sleep: 10.5 hours
Supplement before sleep: Fanta exotic
Epic: 8.1/10
Real: 6.5/10


I was in a house that felt like being on top of a mountain. I was at a guy who had injured himself. the house was designed as a large aircraft. I knew none of those who was there.
The house was almost like our cabin only reversed, it was stairs going down instead of up, the rooms were almost the same place, and the kitchen and living room was where they should be.

Later I went skiing or something in a high mountain pass, it was a dive on one side and a large frozen lake on the other side. (Clear references to our cabin and the cabin area of these dreams) I was with a large group, I would see off the cliff next to a stick that was sticking up with a red banner on it. (Just as those who show the way in the desert in the game Ocarina of Time) I slid down, but no one helped me up, but I got myself up. there was a lady (with dark hair, but not the same woman as before) who said that I should slope down in the hill there. I said that I would break every bone in my body. she said what and I said then we would have to go to the hospital. On my way up I saw a red banner over the lake.(Maybe showing me another path here) The whole group was heading towards a cave, right by where I slid down. (It was more of the banners farther away, I drew a drawing.

I landed at an airport. It was like the airport was high in the sky also, the gates floated, and it looked like a space station. Then suddenly I was down under the platforms (the gates). It was a football field. I think it was a local team playing. The arena was bigger than any football court I have seen, but there were no people in the stands, for there were no spectators, only big fat walls. I sat down in a staircase. the walls were blue, and of plastic, as were the stairs, just like you'd expect in a swimming hall. but the color of the stairs was gray. there were white lines under the blue. Some of my buddies walked towards me, so then I ran up the stairs, and was on top again.

I was high in the sky all the time in these dreams. I dunno why. I also dreamt that I got my paycheck somewhere in those dreams. I wonder if the numbers are correct with what I actually get.

There's a party at my Grandparent's house, and I'm sat at a table with a few other girls out on the lawn, facing the ocean. One of the girls is getting married soon (shock and surprise, this dream sign did not shake me), and I tell her I have some advice for her as I got married recently (I didn't). I go looking in the house for my notebook (actually the one I was looking for looks just like my dream journal). I find my cousin in the kitchen, she's really drunk and irrate. I see that she's trying to make a small plate of nacho chips for the ladies, but for some reason she's put a dollop of whipped cream on the top. In her drunken state, she's accidently squished that dollop under her chin. The remnants of the whipped cream are still hanging there, off her chin. She's ranting about something, now she seems more upset and sad. I tell her she should slow her drinking down as we will be going all night, and she needs to pace herself.
I go back to the table to impart my wisdom upon the girls and the dream ends.

DJ Log: March 8, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

There was quite a many shopping mall parts before this, but my recall wasn't too good this morning.

I am walking through a shopping mall, then into in a goth-industrial clothing store. I pick out a really fuzzy black and red striped hat, then walk toward the rear of the store, dropping the hat off at the cash register on the way by, There is a rack of discounted t-shirts that looks really interesting, so I flip through them for a bit. None of them really interest me, so I walk back toward the front of the store to dig through a rack of fishnet shirts. There is a black and red striped fishnet shirt that looks like it would match the hat. It has a sale tag on it, but the tag only has a bar code and a bunch of random numbers on it. While I am looking at it, three guys walk by me and into a darkened side room just off the front of the store. One of the guys grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the room with them. One of the guys pulls out a bowl and packs it up with some really smelly weed. They each take a hit, then pass it to me without a lighter. I reach in my pocket for a lighter, then wake up. When I got out of bed, the first words in my mind were, “Never pass a dream bowl to someone without a lighter.”

Awake Non-Lucid Vivid

I'm up town with some friends. Some other people who I don't usually talk to are here too. I ignore them, and joke with my friends.

My mum comes up to me and drags me into a shop. She grabs an off the shoulder white top and pulls it on me, and then puts a black corset on over it.

"Mum! What are you doing?" I gasp as she pulls on the string on the back, making it very, very tight.

She ignores me, and pulls a black cardigan out of her bag, putting it on me. She dusts her hands off, looking over me. She smiles, pleased with herself.

"Just make sure you keep that corset tight." She says. Then she kisses me on the cheek, and leaves.

I go back to my friends. "Who wants a frappacino?" I ask. We walk to the nearest Starbucks. Most of the people have left, and it's just me, Rochelle and Arron.

I find that we've walked down a forest path. I know this path, I take my dogs out walking here. The three of us start to get a bit hyper, laughing and pushing eachother around playfully.

Arron chases us, and we run. I get into a more serious mood and I realise we're playing hidey. I run forward fast, Rochelle just in front of me. We run deeper into the forest, until there is no path.

Suddenly it's dark. I can barely see at all. I hear a snarl from behind me, and turning slightly, see that Arron has turned into a black wolf. I panic slightly, and push myself to run faster. We're lost, it's nightime and I can barely see a thing. Just black and grey shapes in front of me.

But maybe that's a good thing. I veer off, slowing down, trying to be as quiet as possible because I'm assuming he can't see me. But I step on a twig and it cracks. The wolf Arron pads up to me.

"Gotcha." He says. What? I thought this was serious now. I thought he would eat me. I laugh in relief. "Want to work together to hunt down Rochelle? Either that or you die." He says, giving a wolfy shrug.

I won't actually die, or at least, not until the game is finished. But I agree.

I'm gonna write the rest (part two?) later because I need to go!

Again i had to leave the writing to school coz i had no time for it in the morning, god I HATE school beginning so early, i barely get enough sleep in first place.

Dream 1:
I was in a wooden house where i was when our neighours had their 100 year marriage.
(both had just turned 50 and gone married at same time)
I was just sitting there in a wooden bench and my old school mate just walked by so i so said hi to him and we had little conversation and i told him that i had gone to upper secondary school instead of vocational school.

Later i was at my friends house talking to some exhange students, we had little conversation where we spoke english but i had to explain my bad english by that i never speak english while write and read it pretty much every day.

I had pretty high awareness in those dreams but nothing weird happened so no lucids today.

Actually it may have been four dreams. Not sure. I woke up to my alarm clock after approximately 4 hours of sleep and was disappointed that I couldn't remember any dreams. I thought I failed the autosuggestion I had tried and went back to sleep after a while. Then I woke up around 2 hours later naturally and remembered at least 3 dreams instantly, although only one very clearly. I could probably have slept more, but one of my friends started texting to me really early, waking me up and ruining my chances of dreaming more. Serves me right for not turning off my phone at night.

Visit to a special school

The dream started with what looked to me like a commercial of some sort. A tall guy was walking through a school, probably a high school. There were many young people around him, doing all kinds of things you'd expect them to do. It seemed perfectly normal. Then the guy announced that all the young people were mentally retarded. He kept walking through the school corridor, explaining that this school was safe for them and that it was just generally a good place.

I'm unsure what happened then, but suddenly I was in the school with a bunch of other people. The only one of the other people that I knew was my friend Anton. We were all there on some kind of school-/work-related visit to the school. I somehow lost Anton, and suddenly I was sitting in a classroom with a bunch of students. We were all sitting around a huge table. I was sitting beside my friend Björn, I'm absolutely sure it was him, because I talked to him a bit and he always responded in English. (Björn and I speak a lot of English with each other and he's definitely not mentally retarded) Anyway, the whole class, including Björn, was working on some paper. The teacher, who sat opposite of me, asked me why I wasn't working on a paper. I told her I didn't have one, and that I wasn't a student, only a visitor. I can't remember what she replied to that.

Suddenly it was lunch time and there was a lot of food on the table. Most of it seemed horribly disgusting, I remember there was some black/brown pie... thing that I complained about and Björn agreed. Also, there was neither ham nor turkey.

Also, at some point, I was accused of having punched some guy in the school, but I was 100% sure I never did that.

Short gaming related dream fragments

I can't remember much, but it was apparently some kind of game, seemed like a video game about some kind of fighting. Everyone was assigned a colour, and I remember that Anton was red. There was also blue and yellow, but I forgot.

Another part of this dream, that actually might be a fourth dream but felt like it was part of this one, was about my backyard. It seemed like it was inspired by Minecraft, or just felt like it. It wasn't all... blocky. Anyway, there was a long tunnel with torches that led to my backyard. The entrance to the tunnel was actually the back door of my house.

Video game related dreams appear every now and then to me, I used to have an unhealthy addiction to video games, but when I realized most of my dreams were game related, I started thinking it would be better if I stopped for a while. I haven't played much at all the past year, and almost not at all the past few months.

Short fragment

Can't remember much, but it was a sex dream, although very vague.

Most epic of dreams: An ancient, quite large, violin, forged by ancient gods (angels, spirits, celestial beings) had fallen from the skies into a lake near a huge castle(much like the one in ocarina of time),the long part that you use to play it was lost.
I actually started the dream with the violin,but played it as a guitar, and when I played it no matter how poorly my fingers moved the music it made sounded outrageously amazing. There was also a button on the back that when pushed caused the violin to play itself.
Soon after showing off to my friends, i flashed back to the recollection of how i got this most badtastical of instruments, i swam to the bottom of a deep lake and the water felt amazing, at the very bottom i found the huge violin and buried slightly in the sand was a small piece of silver which just emanated power, i took both and as i swam to shore in the distance i saw a blue whale swimming in the water, all in all it was an amazing dream.

31.05.2005

The Dream of the Goblet of Fire (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's a long railway along the park of Hogwarts. Ron, Hermione and Harry are hanging out there and think that the tunnels for pedestrians dug under the railway are "lame" because it disrupts nature. (right, because a railway doesn't). In truth, they're really annoyed because the tunnels are an idea of Snape's.
Harry and Ron, being the smart boys they are, decide to blow up the tunnels, with explosives.
They put some under a tunnel, which collapses, and then under another one. Hermione isn't there any more, of course, or she'd have called a Prefect already.
The 2nd tunnel gives them trouble, as the ground starts to give way under them and they can't get away as the walls of Hogwarts are holding them in. Ron is about to be swallowed and McGonagall, who happens to be looking out of a window, pulls him to safety. Harry gets out on his own.
They expect to be seriously sermonned, but McGonagall blames Snape. Harry and Ron go back to the tower.
Time Lapse.
In the Entrance Hall, Ron, Harry and Hermione are about to go to Gryffindor's common room, but Harry gets away though a spiral staircase hidden in the wall behind a light-coloured curtain. These stairs lead to a large room which isn't in the films nor in the books. Its ceiling is very high and it's very airy and light, there are big desks at which a few students are working, and sorts of glass cases with prizes won by students and other Hogwarts distinctions. Harry finds among others his father's Quidditch champion.
Harry has only come to see the plaques again, but he also finds a very beautiful, ancient-looking book, with golden letters and metal bits. Something along the lines of "For Harry Papa" is written on it in gold leaf.
In that world, every one knows that Potter means Father (Star Wars influence) so Harry thinks that the book is meant for him, but he hasn't got the time to open it since Hermione comes in through the other entrance, opposite the spiral staircase: large straight stone stairs leading to a double door.
He goes with her, and as they walk though the doors chatting, a gust of wind lifts a curtain, just before the straight staircase, revealing a very dark, wooden spiral staircase. They slip behind the curtain: there hardly any light, and it illuminates a few dust specks in the air.
The stairs go down to their right. In it they see a strange creature sweeping (not a house elf) which doesn't see them. They decide to go up, on their left. After two flights of steps, they reach a long dormitory where similar creatures are making the beds.
The creatures apologize, saying they didn't think they would arrive so soon, they tell them to make themselves at home and leave. The dormitory has beds alongside the walls with green sheets. At the end, there's a window through which you can see the park. Harry and Hermione understand that the dormitory is where the candidates to the Goblet of Fire will sleep. This room especially is for the French, whose champion is... Cedric Diggory.
Hermione wants to see the girls' room, and crosses to the other side, through the boys' bathroom. In it, she's horrified to find some more of those half-formed, half-naked creatures sitting on the sinks and the tubs. She then walks into the girls' bathroom, just as filled with creatures.
When she goes back to Harry in the boys' dormitory, the Beauxbatons guests arrive (just the boys) and they start a waterfight. Harry and Hermione lose and have to flee, drenched.
Later, Hermione goes back there with a water bottle, intent on seeking revenge, but the only boy she finds there didn't take part in the fight and in is fact charming. Disappointing, she meets with Harry on a terrace. She's so hot that she pours the water on herself to get cooler.

08.03.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was at college and I saw a kid evolve his pokemon using a machine in a dark room. Apparently J and C had been letting kids use this illegally and you needed pikachu DNA for it to work.

Then they were discovered and we fled upstairs. We saw people upstairs and J and C ran away but I stayed put, I had done nothing wrong and hoped no one would think so. However, I saw my electromagnetism teacher and he called me into his room.

Once I was there he asked me if I'd be willing to make a scene for the press but then told me that I was too gutless and stupid to do so. He tried to beat me up with the help of another man but I grabbed a table and held them off. Then J and C came and fought beside me.

I loved this dream! I didn't have enough lucid control to do anything. Yeah...it sucked that I was in complete control of my actions. Then agian, it was still fun

"Can I have that comic?" The eight year old version of me asked my mom.
I didn't know why, but I wanted this dc comic. We where at a wall mart check out thing. Our cashire was the janitor who had to fill in the job of a sick worker.
"No," My mother said to me. Strangly she left me their.
I looked at the comic, it was the first volume of a new series. I looked over at the cashire, he was an elderly man with sympathy in his eyes.
''Listen sport." He said to me. In his hand was $14."I will give you that comic for nine cents."
I looked at my feet, thinking that I didn't have nine cents. Then four brown dots grew from the floor. They were pennies.
But I still needed five more cents! The old man pointed behind me. Turning around I saw a silver dot on the floor. I rush to it wit hendless energy. It was a nickle! I had nine cents.
I gave the money to the old man, in return he gave me the comic. I looked at it with great detail for the first time. It was my favorite dc hero Zatanna, the sorcerist surprem!
That is when I woke up, happy that I a dc was so nice to me. I guess even dc should stand for dream citizen. He was so real, so full of emotion.

In this dream I was a man, who took part in the Cold War, except the Cold War was more like the Blitz, seeing as I was fighting an air battle over London. The Doctor was in my plane with me and I asked him to change history so as to stop the war. He went back in time, did something, came back and voilà, the storm clouds had disappeared, the birds were singing and my plane was the only one in London's sky.
Perfect.
Then three flying bobbies came towards us to check what we were doing up there. Flying as in, standing straight in the air and hover.
I realized that policemen don't fly, and in turn it made me realize... [the Unreveal] that the Doctor had fudged something up when he went back in time. He himself confessed to making an error, recognizing that these flying policemen were actually aliens who were supposed to invade and subdue Earth a century from now. Something he'd done in the past to stop the war had made them come earlier.
Time Lapse.
We're down to earth, in a town that looks a bit like my home town. We walk to the river, sit on a quay. The Doctor explains that those aliens have (/would have) mentally subdued humans. The key to freeing them is finding what the aliens have done to us. We then have to look in the river. We dived and check the wall of the quay. There's a small pipe in which we find two pink granite pebbles. The Doctor rambles about how they mean that the aliens have changed the human anatomy. Yeah, sure.

Visiting my Old College

I am in the parking lot of the community college that I used to attend. I decide to go in and check the place out, not really having an excuse. I walk into the lobby, and say hello to the receptionist who I used to know. There are two ladies sitting behind the desk who barely notice me, so I say hello again. They look up, but don't seem to recognize me.

I walk down the hallway, which is full of people. Classes are letting out, I think. I don't even consider the possibilit that this is a dream, even though it is one of my most common dreamsigns. Down the hallway to my right is my old boss, whom I used to work for while I attended classes at this college. I don't feel like talking to him or anyone I used to know for some reason, so I walk the other way and try to blend in with the crowd.

Recall was really low the day before yesterday, and yesterday I only managed to write out one dream before bed. It was interesting but not solid enough for me to want to type up on the computer.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

04.07.2011

Song Assignment (Non-lucid)

We have to chose a song to turn in to the teacher at (my old) school, *Miss L. I randomly choose what's on, 'Sonne' by Rammstein. I'm called over to her in school in the back of the classroom and asked what I wanted to convey. I admit I just chose what was on.

She goes to the front of the class and turns on a stereo - it's all Rammstein songs, including 'Pussy'. I see C nearby moving her lips along to the lyrics.

Miss L says some stuff about how others have chosen Rammstein and probably something about how it was a bad choice. I could just feel her looking down on me. When she starts to say 'if some of you are fans' while holding up freezy cups with Rammstein stuff on them and other merchandise, at least five people raise their hands a bit (inlcuding C and J) but Miss L isn't paying attention.

- When I first got to school I realized that I'd forgotten my binder with pen and paper, and when I went to see if I had any in my locker, that I had no key to get into it. In class, J turns around and passes a stack of paper, the kind I used as a child to practice handwriting on. I take two and pass them back, saying "have some paper" or something like that. I somehow end up with a few utensils to write with too.

- Someone starts to defend me around when Miss L asked why I chose the song. After, Miss L drops my CD with the song on it into a trashcan with a black trashbag.

- I remember hearing her play the song throughout class because she paused it a few times as I was tuning in.

- I remember wondering how everyone got their songs to school. Surely not everyone had CD's or iPod's or whatever. I wondered how I got my song there, briefly considering my iPod (this might have been before Miss L threw my CD away).

- Around when she was obviously looking down on my choice, I wondered what I should have brung. Tori Amos? (One of her songs played in my head then.) What would I say when she asked why? All I could think was because she was my favorite. Isn't it kind of too personal to even want to tell her anything (for everyone)?

*Old gym teacher.

Esperanto Verbs (Non-lucid)

Looking through a list (row) of verbs trying to find a specific one.

Note: I went to bed with this on my mind.