non-lucid

Dream - Lucid - AP

Did some MILD mantras ("I will become lucid, I will recognize dream signs...") during meditation before bed for about half an hour.

I was at my house. I was signing up for classes for next semester, and I got all the ones I needed (yay!). Then, I found out that the girl my brother has liked for a long time (who claims to not return the feeling), was trying to prevent any other girls from talking to him. I was getting really pissed that she would do such a thing. I then remember trying to figure out when I needed to leave for class. I was very relieved that I had gotten all the classes I need to graduate.

Then, I remember getting out of the shower and thinking about my brother's situation with the girl. Instead of putting lotion on my legs, I took a box of brown sugar, poured some out on my hands, and started rubbing that on my legs. It started to lather. Weird.

Then, I remember doing something for work. I was talking to this old couple, and they were telling me about some deal they wanted with these customer cards they had. They told me all these numbers to write in the blank boxes that were on the cards. Someone then came and handed them new cards. One of them said "Orgasm" on it, and it was given to the lady. Again, weird.

I was then at an ice skating rink with Ryan. It was dimly lit. We were skating around, and then we had to clear the floor because figure skaters were going to perform. I sat down on a couch next to the old couple from earlier. Ryan sat on a couch behind me. I watched a couple skate around the rink, and they kept messing up. The announcer kept going "Ohhh!" every time they'd mess up. The last move the girl did, she almost fell, but tried to gracefully pose at the end of the routine to cover it up.

I then heard Ryan's voice behind me, and he asked me to come sit back with him. I skated to the couch behind me to sit with him. I sat down, and there was a pillar in the way of my vision, and I couldn't see very well. I contemplated moving back up, and I told him I was going to, but I never did.

After this, I woke up to use the bathroom, and did a couple more MILD mantras as I was falling back to sleep.

~

I was at Hogwarts. I was in a forest, and there were trees that were crawling on their branches. They could not walk on their roots because they had been cut down. They reminded me of the trees in Lord of the Rings. I then saw trees weeping, water cascading from their leaves, branches, and faces (they did have faces). People were cutting them down and tearing them up to build some new addition to Hogwarts. In the dream, I (appropriately) called them the Weeping Willows.

Then, I was inside the school, talking to two women, when I realized I was dreaming. I walked the other direction and into an attic-like room. It was dark, and the walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of a dark-colored wood. In the middle of the room stood a girl of about 11 or 12. She was wearing scrubs and was kind of chubby. Besides all that, she looked almost just like me, especially in the face. I looked at her and said
"This is a dream!"
Crap, I thought, why did I say that? I know better.
She replied, with a smile,
"No it isn't."
I then asked her
"What's your name?"
"Susie," she replied.
I then said
"Susie...watch this!"
I jumped up onto a table, and turned the lights of the room on by commanding them to do so. I then jumped into the air and flew. I flew through the ceiling to a room that looked very similar to the one I was just in. Susie said something to me, I'm not sure what anymore, but she sounded happy and excited.

~

I was working for the company that Ryan works for in waking life. I had a house right down the street from Ryan, and Austin, an ex, was Ryan's next door neighbor. I had the van that Ryan has to drive for his job. It was parked in my driveway.

I was in the van when Austin came over. He entered the van, and started to make out with me. His pants were down, and I could see everything. I pulled away and told him
"No, I can't Austin, I have a boyfriend."
He got up off me and stopped trying to seduce me. He went back to his house.

Ryan then came over, and was trying to explain some things about the job to me. Another van pulled up in my driveway and started to load things into it. Ryan told me that was normal. I remember seeing a saw with a black handle and 3 other tools next to my van, but I can't remember what the rest were. Upon second glance, they were gone. I figured Ryan must have picked them up.

Then, I was driving the van on the interstate, and I lost control of it. I couldn't brake and I was stuck in the middle of a turn. I was also going very fast. I tried to stay calm, and I hoped I was dreaming.

Hey, look at that, I'm dreaming again! I flew out of the top of the van to escape, and flew up, up, up into the night sky. I tried calling out "Increase vividness!", but the dream faded.

Then, I had a false awakening in the van. It was morning now, and Ryan was there. I asked him what had happened. He said something about the van, something about finding me unconscious somewhere.

Well, I had a few other dreams before this but I was far too lazy to get up and write them down. Maybe I'll remember them later...

I woke up and was too tired to look at the clock and I must have slipped back into a dream that I was sitting at this computer reading the DV chat and said to myself "Oh, the timestamp says it's only 7am, I can sleep for another hour or two"

Next dream I was in an amusement park on this ride that was a giant yellow metal wheel that spun. You didn't get strapped in or secured to this wheel at all, you just held on for dear life. I found this quite easy to do and the ride was a lot of fun. I saw a kid on the ride next to me try to spit on someone on the ground and yelled "That's disgusting!" to the kid. I remember I was there with this couple that were in front of me and they said something to me but I don't quite remember what it was.

The ride stopped, I got off and walked around the park for a minute and started to walk by this jungle-gym type thing and saw a blonde woman (Who looked a lot like Olivia from fringe) walk up and sit beside this young boy. Instantly I knew I was there to inject them with a mind control drug. I got a syringe out from my pocket and threw it like a dart at the woman and it hit her on her lower back. I didn't give the drug to the kid and I over heard the woman talking to her son about how he is suddenly uninterested in anything in school. Then I woke up.

Boyscouts vs. the Fire Nation

Holden my brother, Tyler and I are hanging around downtown. We’re on this outside deck looking over the parking lot in the center of all the shops. I look over at a part of the brick buildings to my right that’s made of wood all the way from bottom to top. It’s made of strips of wood intersecting like X’s, like a foundation of a porch on some houses. Between the X’s I can see an old decaying sign.

At the same moment, Tyler seems to spot it: “Look, remember Weatherfields?!”

“Fuck yeah, I loved that place,” I say. It was an old restaurant that everyone went to as children (such a place doesn’t actually exist). Holden says he never went there, but I assure him he did.

In front of us, a few people get out of a little car. It’s a family it seems.

“Let’s go, there’s Kirstie Alley,” Holden says and starts walking out of the deck, into the parking lot and away from the family. It wasn’t only a fat joke, but the mom of the family also looked like Kirstie Alley, the actress. She was huge and was wearing a pink dress down to her ankles. Her flubby arms swung and instead of walking, she seemed to just tip in the direction she wished to go and flowed with inertia.

Holden, Tyler and I went to Goodwill, which was across the parking lot. Inside, I ran into the toys section which my dream-self never really does (Goodwill doesn’t have a toys section, and the whole place was more of a real store like a small WalMart). Tyler followed me and we began talking about wanting it to be summer out so we can play with water guns.

A couple started quarreling in the aisle so we left and went up front. There, we looked inside one of those claw machines. There was a really interesting looking umbrella. At first, I didn’t even know it was an umbrella. It had spikes in bands all around it, intricately engraved motifs from the handle to the top of it, where they followed the paths of metal in the shading part.

“Jack, you can have that blue one,” Tyler says. She points to a similar umbrella although colored light blue, making it kind of ugly. Where did Jack even come from? He has an ugly little face of anger when she makes this jab, and then he disappears.

Tyler and I touch a lot of soft stuffed animals in a big metal bin. I am particularly attracted to a white elephant and can’t stop touching it. Eventually, Holden asks us to leave because he’s bored of Goodwill, so we do.

The scene becomes us walking around Winslow, our neighboring town. Holden is a boyscouts parade soon, and Tyler and I are just following him around. Tyler’s smoking but doesn’t want her cigarettes anymore for whatever reason and asks if I’d like them. I think for a second and say sure. One is unlit and one is lit. I put the unlit one in my pocket and look at the lit one: where the flame should be, there is a hologram of a tiny flag that dissolves if you wave it back and forth. I take a drag and nothing really happens, no smoke, nothing.

We are walking up this big hill and I see my friend Autumn. She’s wearing a boyscout uniform just like the guys. It’s funny for me because she’s pretty big and walking up this big hill and doing dude-things with scouts, which is not of character for her. Not on the dream-plane, though!

“Autumn, why are you even a boyscout anymore?” I ask. She shrugs her shoulders and we talk about something (but I rarely remember dialogue in my dreams at all).

We get to the top of the hill. Tyler, Holden, and my old friend Cholage are at the top and want to slide down.

“What the fuck, you’ll probably die!” I say and make notice of the four-way intersection at the bottom (all of this is accurate in waking life). They all shrug their shoulders and start sliding down anyway. They just jump and their feet slide on the pavement, moving it as if it was very slippery and malleable mud. I don’t want to look like a coward so I start sliding too.

I’m half-way down and everyone else is at the bottom so I decide to call it quits. I can’t stop easily so I ram myself into a building on the side of the hill and then slide over and join Holden, Tyler and Cholage. They are on this floating house with a floating front yard, all of it on top of a small inlet. I’m really afraid of it sinking because I don’t want to get wet. Holden laughs at me because of how afraid I am, and I laugh too.

I look over and Tyler and Cholage are nearly naked making out with eachother. Holden is laughing and they both have smiles on their faces. I have an intuitive thought that they are doing this to make me jealous (though I’m not really attracted to either of them). I don’t want to seem jealous. But! I fall while the floating yard bobs in the water and my face lands right near their nude bodies. Whoops.

Holden and I start walking with the boyscouts as their parade starts. There’s a ton of boyscouts on the sidelines, but no actual onlookers. I think of how embarrassing this is, but no one minds. While Holden walks in the parade, I ask him about Avatar.
“We should watch Avatar sometime, I love that show. I’m re-watching all the episodes,” I say. He kind of nods, uninterested. “Have you seen the movie?”

“No. It’s not Miyamoto’s best.” (Why did my mind choose Miyamoto as the director??)

“Yeah I haven’t seen it either, I think they cast Aang wrong. He looks so serious,” I say. Holden agrees and we talk about it for awhile. I make a face, impersonating the actor.

Suddenly, the Fire Nation is attacking the parade! (I love how the mind works ) Everyone is running all over the place. Most of the boyscouts are Air Benders, like me. I get separated and am by myself, almost surrounded by opponents. Luckily, most of them are engaged with other battles and don’t notice me. One, in front of me, however, sends a giant flame dragon head at me. Its jaw is chomping as it comes closer. I close my eyes and focus my energy on the most powerful air attack I could do right now. I cross my arms, and when I uncross them, I send a wave of forceful air in its direction. The dragon head splits into smaller flaming heads that dissolve as someone pulls a big blanket of salt water over everyone. It’s sticky.



Around me, big booming voices are telling their followers to say a certain word that will bring them to safety. I see one of the voices re-embodied. It’s a God, a leafy Earth God that is putting all his devotees into a vortex as they say the correct word.
My friend Gabe says it, and I look at him strangely. He was always an atheist! I say the word, too, hoping for salvation, and I black out.

I wake up in a recovery area. Everyone is sitting on leafy clouds. My surroundings are dim. Holden is here, but Tyler isn’t. Heather’s friend Brittany is in front of me. For some reason, she pulls me really close to her and is making very affectionate moves! I apologize when our faces stick together because of how salty I am. She doesn’t mind, and starts kissing me. I wake up.


Illegal Drive

In the middle of the night, Tyler texted me and asked if I had any money for weed. I said no and went back to sleep.
In my dream, I am in the school, but under it, in this really cool art workshop that no one knows about. I get a text from Tyler and she asks if I have any money for McDonalds. I decide that I will take my car and get her some, even though I don’t have my license.

My car is underground where I am at the school, so I just go get it and drive off. I drive fine until I get to McDonalds, where I forget to stop at the window. I’m embarrassed so I just decide to drive home. I find that I’m going 80 down a hill and can’t stop. Eventually I hit the breaks. I turn into this little section of the parking lot in downtown. I try to keep going on this “road” but I find the only ways to go are up some…stairs? Shit, I am driving in a pedestrian park. I back out and go home.

False Awakening: I wake up and don’t know if it was all a dream or not. I tell my mom, hesitantly, that my car may or may not be here, and I may or may not have driven it last night. She laughs and says it was just a dream. Okay good!


Climbing The Tower

There is a big tower. A bunch of kids are climbing it, it’s some game. It turns into a tunnel halfway up and then disappears, turning over and extending some other way. I try to climb it but, like a lot of the kids, I fall. It’s a difficult game-like structure. I see how some of the more “advanced” kids are climbing it and mimic them.

I “get” how to climb it now, so I’m doing it all really easily. I pass most of the kids who I learned from. The newest part that I see is a green rope at the top of the tower that you hold on to as you fall off the side of it, into a swampy area. The tower was clearly just the beginning of a really cool journey.

I don’t grab onto the rope, I just kind of let my fingers glide over it as I jump into the swamp. A lot of kids “die” (and re-enter at the entrance to the whole tower) here. I walk around the tower in the swamp and come to weird area with a bunch of circular steps with newspaper over them. I hop along them, passing this area, and find myself in another swamp land.

There’s another tower which a few kids are trying to climb. I use my climbing skills and pass them as well. The top of the tower is a cool club house! There’s a few other “winners” inside, and we talk about the tower and just hang out.

Something happens, and the scene changes. I want to go to the club house again. I pass all the kids trying, and at the step area, I see why people have a lot of trouble here: the steps are made of pure ice. Because I hopped passed them, I didn’t come in contact with them enough to notice.

In the club house, there’s only a girl inside. Where’d all the cool winners go? She wants me to help her lure a Dryad from the swamp. First she suggest I set my Dryad Bow (?) into the water, but I assume she’ll take it. Instead, she puts her shiny Chaos Gloves (from Guild Wars) into the water, but nothing comes. I feel bad.




Fragment

I’m at school in a classroom I’ve never seen. I sit out back with my friend Celina. I haven’t been to class in awhile I assume, because everyone is working on some project and have pages of notes, and I have none. I don’t really care.

Chase calls me over from the other side of the room. He explains what we’re doing: making our own cereal boxes. I’m excited. It incorporates English somehow by having us add propaganda to the box. The project seems really fun. I want to make my box funny, so on the bottom I put the Surgeon General’s Warning.

There is Bulma, Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, Skinny Majin Buu, and maybe the Grand Elder Namekian. All in 3D training against some unknown guy. There is some infighting over training tactics. Some seem cruel in their training. At some point, Vegeta crossbows somebody for being a dick in their training. At some point Gohan with Bulma on his back goas to fight whoever. He transforms into a tall guy with a black cape. So tall his head is "off screen." Bulma has disappeared. It is almost a videogame perspective, but it doesn't seem to me to be me playing. He then destroys the enemy. It shows the 3D model of Bulma spinning a couple of times, and then the background fades away to show her on Gohan's back again. They then go off flying back to base.

I am in my dorm and I have laundry to do. I get ready to go down to the laundry room and find myself
in the laundry room of my house where there are two of my school's machines. I swipe my card to activate
the machines and look at the number on the machine then enter it in to the console. The machine activates
and I put my clothes in and press start. I look at some other clothes on the floor and remember seeing them
there before and the person must have forgotten about them. I must have had the dream before and not
remembered it.

Im in this game-like environment and Im fighting this weird big snake which is grey and has no skin, only bones. Its also blasting fire out of its mouth. Its trying to eat me and Im trying to dodge it, sometimes it gets me in its mouth and I sort of respawn again. Then after it has eaten me, Im in this dungeon and theres a guy with a leather whip and hes trying to torture me. I escape from him and come to this weird tiny city build from legos and Im running away from his minions on the city walls. I escape him but end up with the grey snake again. Then Im again running away from the minions which are dressed in black and then I can escape them.
I had pretty strong feelings in this dream.


Im at the "citymarket" and theres A,V,P and Ja there. Ja needs a jacket and he just grabs a black jacket then Im trying some jackets on when my brother and his girlfriend come in. We are acting a bit childish and Im a bit embarrassed when my brother comes, so I try to act "cool". Then Im outside the place and its snowy and I have lost my jacket some where. Theres Ju and some other guy standing on the road about to cross the road. Im driving a bicycle there and then I flip over with the bicycle but dont get hurt. Ju and the other guy are laughing and then I start to laugh too. I then find my jacket at some houses frontyard. Then theres J and J and they are waiting for someone to give them cig's.


Im wandering around this school and we are about to go on a ship to sweden...


Im at my parents bedroom and theres my grandma, mom, dad, and brother. We are watching a parade going by the road. Theres some gypsy guy and some women walking pass our window, which is odd because the bedroom is about 6meters high from the ground, the guy tries to steal a napkin and he grabs it but the woman returns it to us.
Then my grandma says that we should wait until we see the Pride-parade coming by but we cant see them coming. Then I see a giant walking on the road and I watch outside the window because its so big that I cant see it inside. My grandma asks "Whats that" and I reply "Donald Duck". Then we wait for the Pride to come, but it wont come.

I am Picard again and my subconscious tells me he is dreaming, but I am not aware myself. I start
out with more of a 3rd person view of him. His senior staff is around him, Jordi, Deanna, Warf, Riker,
Data, the whole crew. It's almost like an inception thing, as if extractors are trying to get inside Picard's
mind. He is dreaming but he is not aware of it, but I know he is dreaming. As for myself, I am not quite
aware of it. There is a red alert and Picard is rushing through a hectic scene. I think about how its a
dream and how he doesn't know. At this point I sort of merge into his perspective. I go into a room very
similar to my high school's auditorium which is packed with people. I am Picard and I know Picard is
dreaming so I know I am dreaming, but I am not aware. I get the feeling that the people in the auditorium
are unfriendly in some way like Nazi's or something. A friend from college is playing the piano and I ask
him to play something in C Minor. I've asked him to play certain keys before in waking life. He starts playing
the right hand part for "To Zanarkand" from Final Fantasy X. I listen for a little bit then decide I want to
hear the arpeggios in the left hand. I sort of think about guiding his hand to the piano to play the part and
his left hand starts playing runs. I listen for a bit more then the dream cuts to a band room. There are a
bunch of band students and I am giving them a piece to play. I realize I don't have an instrument so I make
a ring with my hand, move it down, and try to pull a soprano saxophone out of thin air. It doesn't work but
for a while I try to pretend that it did thinking maybe that will work but it doesn't. I play an entire song on an
imaginary saxophone, humming the part. I then try again. This time slowly. I hold my hand there and
concentrate on the mouthpiece being behind my fingers. I slowly move my hand down until I see the tip of
the mouthpiece. After that, it is easy. I slowly move my hand down to reveal a beautiful saxophone. I get
to the bottom and flick my hand off then "paint in" the unfinished part of the bell. I take the saxophone that
is now floating there. I go to play but it feels like there is no reed. I look at the mouthpiece and there is a
reed so I need to solidify it. I put my finger on the reed but it goes through. I focus on the reed being hard
and finally it becomes solid. I play the piece then the dream ends.

My first lesson in dream control

I dreamt that I was in a bookstore. First I saw Cathy Cassidy, a lady I used to go to church with, and she gave me a hug and said she missed me. Then I saw my grandma. (She died in December; before that, she had severe Alzheimer's for years) She hugged me, too, and we talked for a while, and she wanted to get some movies and watch them together, and I woke up because I really, really miss her.

I am in some sort of camp cabin type house, on some endowment kind of lands. I get the feeling it’s a college or university, and it’s definitely in Canada. There are a lot of trees. It’s night time, and with me are a gathering of about 4 other people. We’re discussing religion, a certain type of Wicca/Pagan belief that involves a deity that appears masked and shrouded in many layers of draped cloth. She is said to come to certain devotees late in the night. After discussing this for a little while, we move on to talking about prophets. As the others are talking about some random prophet, “THE Prophet” comes to me. The others don’t seem to notice, they kind of fade into the scene, still there, but not as noticeable. The Prophet is a man, dressed in draped cloth, smiling down at me in an absolutely radiant way. The feeling that he exudes is pure love and joy. He reaches out and takes my hands, holds them gently, Even though there is a sense that he has no hands. He tells me how happy he is to have me join them. This moment seems to stretch out for a time, then it fades and the scene with the others comes back into focus. I tell them about my experience and they are all in awe. The meeting ends and we all leave. I hope that someone will walk home with me, as it’s dark and I don’t feel safe, but they all scatter in different directions before I can ask anyone.

Flash forward a bit into the future to a completely different climate, one that is warm and somewhat tropical in feeling. There are huts scattered around the landscape. They look like a futuristic version of a teepee. Someone has left the daily food ration outside the hut in a special hammock kind of thing. I go to collect it. They are gourds, and I am familiar enough with them to know that they are spiced and very tasty. I notice a woman slips by the hammock and steals some of the gourds, then hurries away. This upsets me, but I know there is nothing I can do about it, so I take the rest into the hut.

There are seating places on the floor of the hut where the residents can sit around in a circle facing each other. In my place there is a gift box, very organic looking. I pick it up and unwrap it very carefully, taking my time and enjoying the process. I can’t remember all of the items that were in there, but there was a roll of cloth with detailed instructions on how and why to wear it. It said something like “Drape this cloth over your body to cover as much flesh as you can, as your body is precious, and should be protected”. There were also a few ornate ear rings and some semi precious stones.

We’re eating the spiced gourds now, and suddenly we’re interrupted by a visit from the prophet and his “Speaker”. The Speaker is draped in so many layers (including all around the face) that it’s very difficult to tell if it’s a male or a female. S/he begins to speak and I look at her/him as s/he does. I am scolded and told to look either at the Prophet, or at the ground. We are instructed in quite a few things which I don’t remember, but I do remember something to the effect of being told we should not eat meat for some critical reason. We are allowed to eat grains (such as rice) and vegetables like the gourds we are eating now.
I realize that all the others in the hut with me are also new to this way of life, and the dream ends.

NON-DREAM DREAM
We walk towards the door, which appears level with the path I slow down mid-sentence when I notice that the front door is ajar. A sense of dread. (perhaps linked to the story I was telling Frida last Saturday morning 26/2 about experiences of my childhood house being robbed consecutively and how I used to have recurring dreams about coming home to an empty house)


Perhaps we approach the door quietly, listening if anyone is still inside, and we hear men’s voices speaking in Russian deep inside, because I panic and run as fast as I can, to the other side of the street, before we are noticed and devoured by danger. I run straight to the Coates’ house, knocking on the clear glass door, the mother approaches with a drink in her hand, smirking with her mouth full as if she’s having a party in the next room and they’re telling dark jokes. She answers the door mischievously at arm’s length. I smile and ask her if I can use her phone quickly. I call the real estate agent, and anxiety builds, anticipating (like when I called Stuart on Saturday night with only 88cents of credit) the credit running out, listening to repetitive automated messages, before finally I get an answer.


I report to him urgently that someone has broken into our house and that they are violent (dangerous) and need to be removed. The man on the other end says that they will be prepared to proceed with the matter once I supply them with the arrest report and that he can’t do anything now, that I should’ve called the police first, and as I realise the mistake I’ve made, the stress returns, he questions why I was never taught that I had to do that.


There are few scenes of us standing across the road from the house, indecisive on the Ash’s council strip watching for any movement.


While I sit outside the Coates’ house, I see Mum come home, pulling up in the station wagon. She gets out, with Margaret, walking towards the house. I call out to her but she doesn’t hear me. I shout out in a hushed tone, so not to raise the alarm of the men inside, but she’s getting closer to the house still. In desperation I begin shouting for her to get away from the house, but only Margaret hears me, stopping on the lawn, shocked by the intensity of my voice, but my Mum has already entered the house stupidly, and I have to grab her by the arm and march her out, insulting her for not hearing my warning and ignorantly putting herself in extreme danger, and she apologises a little embarrassedly, thanking me cheerfully, still not realising the seriousness of the situation.


There is another memory of sitting on the grass in the backyard of the Coates’ house, where I find 3 identical kitten, white with dark spots, and my friend tells me that they are dangerous. I ignore him, talking to them, so as not to frighten them, staring at me and shifting their formation slowly. I pick one up and it starts thrashing about, clawing at my wrist, trying to get free and lunge at my head, as I lean back and to the side defensively, as the others gang up on me at the same time.


At one stage, sitting on the concrete, like a loading bay combined with an outdoor cafe seating area, next to the convenience store, there are two young men standing above us, arms crossed and necks crooked towards each other, talking in German, and I point over to my Mum, who is mid-sentence with Margaret, pursing my eyebrows to indicate the two men, and without further explanation she quietly translates their conversation in real-time, which is about us, judging us contemptuously.


Sitting out the front of the Coates’ house, night-time, which is now a brightly-lit convenience store, and I go inside, filled with young people dressed up like a Friday night on King Street, perhaps because I spot Laura (who I saw at the Friki Tiki on Saturday night before the film screening) because I approach her specifically so I can borrow her phone to call the police. She doesn’t want to lend it to me, and not because she is broke, making up an excuse, awkwardly, saying thanks instead of sorry.


I then ask Cordy in the other aisle to use his phone quickly, which he hands me without hesitation, but I realise that the criminals have sabotaged the emergency line, a strange mix of different voices digitally contorted, which I interpret as muffled laughter.


I thank him and tell him that it was no use because “they’ve fucked with the [police] line”, at which point he suggests casually that I go up to the police station. I say it’s a good idea but I don’t know where the nearest one is, and he says that it’s just up the street.


Enthusiastically with pace, I walk up Peacock Parade which is a dark, semi-industrial area, with lots of old brick warehouse fronts, and junk out the front on the sidewalk, broken wooden crates piled up against a telegraph pole, obscuring my field of vision, an illuminated sign on the other side, but standing discarded against the wall, when I hear one of the criminals screaming indignantly, running at full speed from the house, passed the bend in the road where I started at the convenience store, and I start running as fast as I can.


The short guy catches up to me, around my age, and he runs straight to the bottle shop, open like a fruit market, and picks up a bottle of red wine from the rack, and threatens me, saying that he’ll bend my arm back the wrong way with the bottle against a chopping board, or something, a hard surface but unfixed.


The police station is right next door and I suddenly make a bolt for the open doorway before he has a chance to block me off, and beat him to it, feeling invincible by passing the threshold, slowing down like a sprinter, down a narrow hall towards the shoulder-high wooden bench with a large authoritarian insignia printed on the front of it, even though there is no one manning it at that moment.

We my sister and I share a bathroom. We have a automatic water timer that beeps after 4 minutes to keep the bill down. This morning she went over and the beeping just went on and on.

Dream:

(The dream was really unstable, felt like my eyes were closed in the dream but I could still see.) I was so annoyed by the beeping that I got out of bed and walked out to the hallway. I banged on the toilet door, and realised it was the wrong door. I then banged on the shower door, and woke up, where I immediately reality checked. I was in the real world

From now on I will RC every time I wake up as to inforce the habit.

02.03.2011

School, IB, and Turtle (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Log: 11:00pm Wednesday, March 2, 2011
6:00am
Hours: 7:00m Alarm: 6:00 Audio: None

This dream starts out in a classroom that is on the second floor. I was getting ready to do a project or assignment of some sort, and i needed my dad to bring me something. I was looking out the window at the line of cars piled up outside the school, desperately looking for him. I finally saw him and headed downstairs to go get what i needed. I was in the lobby of the school and i saw that he was waiting there all along and that there was no reason for me to be waiting, i was kind of pissed... I got my polygonal snake figure form him, tried to explain to him what i was doing, then rolled my eyes as he didn't understand, and then i walked away.
The dream either changed or transitioned, but i was now in an office of the school and i saw an administrator that was not my couselor but her role in the dream was such. She asked me why i wasn't doing IB and trying to convince me to join again. She led me to a door, and she was talking about megetting something, i cannot remember what. But i walked through the doors and went through few others. Soon Jaocb had come with me and we were wandering together through this what seemed now to be a hardware store. I told him i was looking for a tiny turtle. We looked and looked, and in the process, we kind of messed aorund in the store, but we knew we were allowed to be there and we weren't doing anything wrong. But soon we came upon a big scary guy, who was apparently an employee. He was rude and told us we shouldn't be there. I told him that we weren't doing anything wrong but he insisted on fighting and taking us down. There was a slight crowd around us now, but it was just him and me now. He started out the fight ok, but i titally owned him beyond belief in a wise, planned out, Sherlock Holmes way. It was amazing and everyone was cheering.

i wasnt lucid during any of my dream-

im with this guy in some sewer type place. either he hired me or i hired him to help use this weird maze-machine-trap gizmo(it was about the size of a small table and round and i could see the inside the machine). the machine required 2 people to stick their arm into each side of the machine. we had to move our hand threw a maze inside the machine, bending our arm in impossible shapes. we both reached the center of the machine where a blue orb was glowing. then(i think) i said he could reach the orb without my help from that point(im guessing he hired me, still not sure). then he told me to grab the orb to. i guess i also wanted it for some reason. before we went to touch the orb he told me he was going to be my best friend after we touch the orb. i was a little weirded out after he said that but we touch the orb anyways. as soon as we did the orb turned red and its glow increased. i felt almost electrified and felt extremely uncomfortable. my whole body was in terrible discomfort. then everything went black but i still felt the pain. i started a new dream where i was at some weird store while on a field trip. i was walking around the store and still felt the discomfort. i was worried or paranoid about people looking at me. the dream just kinda trailed off from there.

Type:Normal Dream
When:2/28/100
The dream started and I was in a small theater like room in a chair. I saw a few important people sitting beside me. We were being showed the first concept of holograms being projected to make beyond 3d movies. The hologram first showed up in front of us and it was one of a little girl (reminded me of Boo from Monster's Inc) that about the size of me. The guy beside me said "I wish I could have a big little girl like that" and I looked at him with a "what" like expression. We all gave our verdict on it to Spongebob Squarepants and he went out a door (there was an audience out waiting for us) to go tell them what we thought. I went out and I realized I was in Mexico. I saw my parents out in the audience and went to see them. They told me my brother had broken his wrist and almost died while exploring with the locals. While we were talking about this we passed by a pile of leaves. I walked over to it and looked in, I saw a dead cow looking up and me. It shocked me so much I woke up.

28.02.2011

School and Clothing (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Log: 6:00am Monday, February 28, 2011
6:20am
Hours: 0:20m Alarm: 6:00 Audio: None

I obviously got more sleep than 20 minutes, but i only remembered this dream.


The dream starts as i sit bored in a classroom. I start to get organized as the class comes to an end. I had to grab a lot of clothing for some reason, i had two pairs of shoes, a pair of shorts, and something else i can't remember. I got it all in my arms and backpack on as i left the class, and as i left, about a program the school was doing that involved giving points equal to those of the dumb people to the smart people, Austin Swaim walked out saying some stupid remark about it. I walked out and i was headed toward homeroom. I went up the stairs, and when i got to the top i saw Sam and we grabbed hands and i told her i would meet her back here, because i had to find my shoes that i lost. I looked around and decided to go down the stairs again, but as i was trying to get down the stairway that was kind of small, Mrs. Frazer was at her desk getting something, and as i tried to step down, Franklin put his arm out and stopped me. Apparently Mrs. Frazer needed to talkto me and the other homeroom people. I told her that i would have the money next time (For something having to do with Cancer...). So i decided to go back upstairs instead and i then saw a shoe lost and found! A few people, 3 or 4 were there frantically trying to find their shoes before class starts, and i saw mine right there! But, before i could go over and get them, my brother woke me up, his voice saying my name through a dream character, and then i woke up. It was awesome.