non-lucid

Hmm, so, my first dream journal entry...


Leading a Protest

I am some sort of princess, or otherwise famous person, in the midst of a protest (the people need more land to plant yams... I don't know either.). Within the crowd are rows of "hedges," made from something vaguely grass-like, which are our crops. I need to trim the ones belonging to my family before I can join in the protest. As I go, I overhear people talking about how I'll be the one to lead the protest and get them what they need, and wondering how I'll do it. I over hear that I am known as "the Scythe" because my scythe is well... scythe shaped (apparently nobody else's is?), and just as I start thinking this is strange, I notice other people also working, and I am, indeed, the only person with a scythe-shaped scythe. The others are odd boxy contraptions, and mine is apparently old fashioned. Every once in a while, I'll pass my mother, and we have a conversation in which she more or less tells me off for what I'm about to do. Glowing patterns start appearing on the hedges while we talk, and she quickly chops them off. I finish, and start running around riling up the protesters by screaming and waving my scythe in the air, and damaging the hedges near the front of the crowd, which belong to the king. Eventually, the king comes out, dressed in very elaborate robes and headdress, and starts gesturing to the crowd to calm down. I approach him, and then wake up.

Frustrating Awakenings

I'm still in bed, and my little sister and mom come in. My sister starts telling me about how she was talking to the police officer at the high school, and that she found out he likes facebooking, and sent me a message, and that I really should be more active on facebook. She hands me a stack of photos, the one on top being a photo of my facebook profile, and I look at the time of the most recent message (11:32pm) and tell her that this was sent after I went to bed, so how could I have answered it? I then notice it was from my friend J, something about breeding her horse and genetic testing, and ask my sister what this has to do with the police officer, since I can't see any messages from him anywhere.

Suddenly I'm at a cross country competition, and I'm showing my mom the rest of the photos, which were taken by my friend J of her friend competing with her horse at the competition. My mom starts leaving, and I follow, explaining how the riders judge the distance between jumps by walking the course before hand. She starts talking to a man, but I can't hear the conversation.

I wake up, and lean over the stool beside my bed where I keep a pad of paper, and write down the dream. I show it to my mom and my sister, and we have a conversation about the dream I just had.

Then I wake up again, confused for a moment, and once again lean over the stool to write down the dream, plus the false awakening. And then go back to sleep.

And then I wake up AGAIN (for real this time), and realize that I didn't actually wake up the last time ("Oh my GOD" *headwall*) and write down the dream for a third time.

As a side note, I have been attempting a dream journal for three days, and this is now the third day in a row I've had a false awakening to write down my dream (unfortunately the other two times, once I woke up for real, I couldn't remember the dream).

I haven't found the time to post here lately, but I've still been keeping a written journal.

In one of the dreams, I was laying on my bed, reading a book. The blinds in my room were wide open so I could see clearly out the windows. It was the evening, so it was dark out.

I then looked up to the window when I saw something in the sky. I thought it was nothing, so I kept reading. Then the things came really close to the window I could see that they were large UFOs. There were about three or four of the huge flying saucers. They had red lights on them and everything. By this time, I had rolled onto the floor closer to the window and I was paralyzed, unable to move. I screamed for my family to come save me, but when they arrived the UFOs were gone in in their place a large floating white-coloured dog. I screamed so loud and then I woke up.

It was the first dream in a long time where I felt terrified upon waking.

The next dream was last night, I was in a mall and I was talking about exam scores with a classmate. We went to the mall and ate cooked and buttered cabages.

Then later I was at the store with my cat, Mango, and he started to play dead. (Or he thought he was dead).

That's all I got!

DJ Log: February 28, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am sitting inside a large electrical junction box, connecting some wiring together. Noticing that the box is moving around slightly, I stand up to see that the box I am sitting in is floating in the middle of the ocean. I look at my hands and count 7 fingers in my right hand and 4 on my left. This leaves me with no choice but to become lucid. I can see that there is another large junction box not too far away. I climb down into the conduit and crawl to the other junction box, thinking that there should be a boat right next to the box when I arrive.

I climb out and there is a medium sized fishing boat tied off to the box. I climb aboard and try to figure out how to start the engine. The dashboard looks much like a jet aircraft, as there are entirely too many buttons, switches and pilot lights for me to figure out. I close my eyes and press a random button and the engine starts. I look back at the dashboard, and there is only one button in the middle under the steering wheel. There is a shifter lever on the steering wheel, much like an automobile with automatic transmission, so I put it in “D” and press the gas pedal. The boat accelerates rapidly and I try to make my way to the nearest land.

My alarm clock goes off and I wake up, cussing the clock. I think I will set it 10 minutes ahead of where it's currently set.

dreamBirthday Party

I’m in the car with Pehry. He’s driving pretty recklessly with someone else in the front seat telling him to slow down. We take a sharp turn into my dad’s auto shop. The parking lot is full of tiny cars for children but exact versions of their bigger counterparts. I keep saying I want one, and then remember that I “have” one, a tiny tan minivan. It’s parked out back.

We get out and go into my dad’s shop. It’s a party inside; it’s my birthday! My family and friends are all inside. No one pays too much attention to me, but in my dream world this isn’t strange and I am content just walking around looking at the things in the shop.

I walk over to my Nana who is sitting around a turntable. There are old nursery rhyme records all stacked on it. I go through it and each one is colored and decorated with story elements: one is green with a frog, one is red with a pony, one is blue with a bear, etc.

My mom comes over to me and gives me a little ticket. It says “dunk house” and I interpret this as a ticket for me to go into one of those dunk booths at the fair. I quickly give it back to her, and she explains that my Nana is in the dunk house at the fair this year and with this ticket I can dunk her no matter if I hit the target or not.

Everyone keeps doing their thing at this mini-party and Autumn comes in from somewhere. She has her school bag, and I “know” that the door behind me connects to a few classrooms. Because she’s really big, everyone gets nervous and kind of moves towards the middle of the room to make room for her (she’s not THAT big).

She comes over to me and talks about missing a certain project that she’ll have to re-do.

“What? No, that project was that we had to listen to records in class. Why would you have to do that out of school? It’s so easy and dumb,” I say. She has her usual bad attitude and just shrugs her shoulders and says mean shit about everyone around us.
Someone outside is driving a specially-made car.

“Isn’t that the car Marty made that runs off blood instead of gasoline?” I say.

“Yeah I know about Marty,” Autumn retorts as if it’s “cool” to know Marty and she wanted to make sure I knew that she knew about him. We talk about how the problem with the car is that the blood soaks through the seats and stuff so your clothes get bloody and you can’t keep papers on the seats and stuff like that.

Fragment

I walk into a really small classroom. There’s a substitute teacher (who is an actual teacher at a school I went to) and a chocolate cake sitting on the only table in the room.

“Fuck yeah!” I say as I come in and sit down. The kids behind me are excited too: cake and a substitute. I have déjà vu (or perhaps I dreamed this before, or perhaps a dream memory) that I had been to this class and had cake before.

I get a little embarrassed because I don’t know how to sit without being too close to anyone. Kate (a…friend of mine) is here. We all take big slices of cake and talk about dumb things.

We have a project to do in class: listen to a few certain records. The teacher changes from the substitute to my old U.S. History teacher.

Fragment

Jack, Heather and I are looking through a big dumpster of metal scraps, looking for good pieces to put into a trash compactor. We are having a lot of fun doing this.

Fragments of Fragments

• A room made of zebra print. Not painted over or wallpapered, but the structure is the patterns of zebras.
• I check a letter written to Morpheus, looking for a response. I go through sheet after sheet, looking for markings.
• I go downstairs and make myself toast.

So I was reading the peanutbutter thread yesterday, but there is no peanut butter in this household, so I had to settle with a banana. Nevertheless, I had quite a few dreams, some where vivid, and I can definitely recall more than on average.

In the first dream I was at my old neighborhood, there was an event. I asked a friend what's going on, he said that he had to wrestle with someone.I listened to the man with the microphone, and he said that the wrestling fight will be tomorrow.

Still in my neighborhood, I am walking with a girl I don't know and with her dog, it was big and white. I think I could've been lucid, because I focused on the enviroment and thought how real everything was, but I can't remember that dream much. Anyway, we were going to a house, and inside I was petting the dog. The girl was saying something to me, can't remember, I think I didn't even listened.

The first war dream, I was at a beach at night, the enemy was in a castle. We were constantly making advances, I fragged a fair share of them. I think we won in the end, because in the next dream I was alive, and me and a friend were looking at a statistic, who made the most kills and so on. I can remember how much I did and my friend. Well anyway, the beach was getting strange at this point already. Characters from Zelda-Majora's Mask were appearing (the creepy ones), but we didn't pay much attention. Me and my friend decided to charge in a house nearby, because we thought there were enemies too.

The next dream, I was at my old neighborhood again, but I had to go to another war zone, this time in Usbekistan. So I take my bike out, and ride, ride through half of germay and whole poland, I saw many cities and lights (it was night all the time). Near the border to Usbekistan (In my dream, Usbekistan had the location of the Ukraine), I didn't know the right way anymore, morning sun was setting just now. There were many signposts, all with weird names on it, but none of them was helping me. An older woman on a bike was passing by, I asked her if she knew the way. She said she has no clue, so I took my map out and we looked at it. But it didn't help, so I settled in a nearby dorm. After a while, an allied soldier came in and we shook hands, he said: "What a luck we found you here, you still have some of our stuff in your backpack." I remembered that I was looking after them before I started my journey, and then asked if they had a free seat in their car.

The next dream was at the beach again, but I wasn't a soldier anymore, it was more of a fantasy setting. The zelda-characters had some meaning now, and there was a woman with white hair, I think we where enemies. Despite that, we were walking together from the beach to a camp, looks like we were in the same fraction. While we walked, we talked about our differences, and I suggested that even if we don't like each other, we could still sleep together. The woman was shocked at first, but I could see in her eyes that she wasn't completely refusing the idea. Later in the camp, some people came to me, asking about the arrow in my left shoulder. They tried to draw it out, but only one half came out, one said it was fake. I thought that my cover was blown, and woke up.

Wow, last night I had the best dream recall of my life. I can recall 5 full dreams plus fragments. No lucids unforunately.

I am stranded on a desert island with lots of other people and are awaiting rescue. Whilst waiting however, we are attacked by huge flying insects, they were completely blue and looked like beatles with wings. Luckily, they are easy to fight off and our next focus is to eat. The trees all have large fruits on them so we tuck into those and continue our wait. We get a message from our rescuer saying that they're on the island but strugglingt to find us, everybody panics. This annoys me and I start looking for an iphone. I eventually snatch one off of somebody and shout "Google maps, you idiots!". As soon as I look at the screen it has large red markers indicating where we need to go. We climb the sandy ridge behind us and lo and behold there awaits a fleet of helicopters to rescue us.

I am at a school disco type scenario, bad DJ, colourful lights, buffet, the works. They're also selling alcohol, hooray! I'm with Em and the DJ declares us the best couple of the night, we celebrate by ballroom dancing. When this dance ends the DJ announces that they will be selling cuddly toys to everyone. As if on cue, hundreds of small, blue plushies with big eyes come running out onto the dancefloor. All of the girls fall in love with them instantly and I assume I'll have to buy one for Em. We carry on dancing and I see my flatmate Toby who is dancing with another girl. I go up to him and teach him a ridiculous dance, which to my delight he does happily.
Em and I decide it's time for a break from the dancing and run out of one of the fire escapes, kissing eachother and getting quite close. Before anything can progress further the door opens are we're spotted, so reluctantly return. Once back at the party I see some people from my primary school, GG, JS and JF. They all try to sneak out of the fire escape too, drunk. This fails miserably as they're caught straight away and sent back in. Next thing I know, GG is trying to leave with a pile of suitcases which he can barely move. Because he is so drunk, my seminar teacher G refuses to let him go.

I think this next dream started off in a cramped sauna where I farted. Em laughed at me and said I was disgusting. Upon leaving though, I somehow discover I have food poisoning and need to contact my Mum for help. I decide that instead of texting her, I'm going to rearrange some pictures of the Easter Island statues to make a message. Emily laughs at this and I'm at first insulted, because I think she is referring to the fact I'm calling my Mum for help. It turns out that she's laughing at my way of communicating the message.

I'm in an indoor athletics arena with a blue 400m track. Lots of my friends are gathered around and we're all taking turns to run the 100m. We're split into two teams with red and blue bibs, each with our own number. I am number 14. Numbers 1 - 7 race first but I think the dream skips here until my race. 8-14 are next up and once we all line up all of our numbers have turned to 14 like mine. The race is taking a while to begin and I look over to see that an old teacher is reading a newspaper and laughing, instead of starting the race. I head over and find that there is a ridiculous picture of me on the front cover, also VH and somebody else are on there. I find this embarrassing and then the dream ends.

I'm going into Cranborne and it's extremely busy. I assume that all of next years students are taking a look around. As I head upstairs I bump into a red haired girl who keeps eye contact with me all the way until I get to the second floor, this is a bit creepy. On my floor I find lots of foreign students who are frantically searching around. One speaks to me in German and I do not understand. He gestures to a sheet of paper and I see that they're searching for the letters of the alphabet which are hidden around the halls. I say I can't help but will show them the posters on the wall in my flat as long as they don't come in. I open the door and gesture to show them the big collection we have. I realise I have left my keys in the door so run back to grab them and once I turn around, a German boy is in the flat. I shout at him to leave but he goes into my room instead. I have a wooden bunkbed in my room which Kass is sitting on, reading a magazine. He's alarmed at the boy's presence and tries to get him to leave. I eventually shout at him to "get the fuck out of my room and out of my flat". He goes into the hall and starts putting his shoes on, this angers me further that he has had the cheek to take off his shoes. When I look back at him he has turned into I_. I think to myself, don't focus your anger on him, that's the problem with dreams, you can get people mixed up easily. The German boy reappears behind him, stands up, then leaves.

I am sifting through a pile of rubble and I find Gadaffi in it who has died. I am ecstatic and carry him off with someone else to show the world. When I look down at him he has turned into and inch high metal figurine whose head has broken off. This seems perfectly normal and we carry on our way.

I cannot believe I didn't become lucid where the part in red is! Quite annoyed at this but proud of my huge recall.

Today I had 2 long, detailed dreams, but none of which were lucid.

The first dream involved 4 people that I know from college, but I don't talk them very often. The dream started in 'H' house, with 'H' and 'J' sitting opposite me and with 'L' and 'E' sitting to my right. 'L' was doing a test on a ipod touch which tested how likely you are to give in to something, from which he scored 58%
Then I proceeded to do the test and score 48%
Shortly after, we left the house. The area outside his house looked like one of the houses I used to walk past everyday to walk to school, but after turning around, the area was located somewhere completely different. 'E' asked me where I was going, to which I described where I live and he replied saying he knows where it is and to follow him and 'L'

But as soon as he said to follow him, I turned back round to look at the place which looked familiar and upon looking back, they were gone. I started to jog towards the house, which now had a dark corner with trees hanging over the fences. As I approached, One of the old teaching assistance's that I used to have walked back and said hello, to which I replied...

As soon as I went around the corner, 'L' and 'E' were there. We walked up a little, where we were now surrounded in a forest with loads of huts. At first I thought these huts were like gypsy homes, but it turns out they were bus stops. As I was standing there confused, 'L' and 'E' ran off into one of the bus huts.

It sort of got confusing then, but a bus arrived and I was standing there looking into the bus, trying to get 'E' attention, but to no avail. (I didn't know how to get home} Then the dream ended and I woke up.

(I have no idea what this dream was about, but the next one was even more strange)
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This dream (I believe) is a dream that I have had before. Basically we are on a set of 'Only fools and horses' but only we are in a forest and a large hut. There is a prop tank outside, and there is also a prop built into the hut. Imagine a large truck reversed into the hut, but around the truck, the wooden planks had been built, so you could actually see it, but you could see it from the outside. There was a guy dressed in a white robe and a bold head talking to Rodney and Del ('R' and 'D') about him buying something off them. I can't remember what this was, but during the whole time, the tank kept on shooting its missiles. As the man in the white robe ran out, 'R' and 'D' started to panic about the tank. 'D' ran outside and then I appeared next to 'R' and I asked him that 'Surely the tank can't be real?'

Then I was woken up to get ready for college

(Again, I have no idea what this was about, I haven't even watched OFAH for a couple of years, but I think I have had this setting before)

Im talking about the "bear thing" which happened in Lempäälä, and Im saying to some 2 guys that the "bear" was only a dog.

This is copied from my old dream journal, it's one of the only ones in there worth putting up. It's also the longest non-lucid I've ever recorded.

Dream Lucid Notes/Observations

I'm in military training, and not doing well, when an alarm sounds. aliens attack the planet we're on. (These are basically xenomorph aliens, like the movies, but with some minor differences in appearance and behavior) Me, my best friend James, and a few others are left behind while the military goes across the ocean to fight. They never come back.

After a while the aliens attack the complex (a huge industrial/military/business complex of glass and steel that goes right out into the ocean) en mass and we hold them off at the stairs with 2 laser rifles and some regular guns. They back us into a corner before going into some sort of healing stasis.

James feeds our pet shark before going out for a swim with it to look for help.Meanwhile I go up to the 3rd floor and salvage some laser pistols, grenades, flash-bangs, and energy cells. On the way back I meet some people and invite them to join us.

While they're settling in I take a second shark and go out to look for James. While swimming I spot a Mossy Shark (a giant vegetarian shark named for the long trail of algae/moss that grow from its head) I try to tame it, but only get to pet it. I can't find james, but when I get back he's returned.

There is now an alien spider (maybe a large facehugger, I'm not sure) egg that one of the new guys messes with and wakes up the aliens. A few people die, and I get acid burns, but we cripple the queen, putting them back into stasis. Unable to defend our position any longer, we leave.

As we're going we meet more people, all gathering in a theater to watch the new Batman movie. I tell everyone it's a bad idea and try to get them to come upstairs and bunker down.James and a few others agree, but the guys carrying my laser rifle convinces half to go watch the movie. one of the women in the group gives me the box of supplies and apologizes. I try to get my rifle back, but the guy won't give it to me. So I leave, yelling "I saved your life!" at him.

On my way upstairs to find James and the others I continue to salvage, finding a bag of peanut butter and apple sauce in a stairwell. As I'm leaving some guy in a trench coat calls my name and tries to stop me.I go to kick him off the stariwell, and as he's falling I wake up.

I drew some pictures to illustrate, if I can get my scanner working I'll upload them...

Interesting dream the other night.

The dream starts with me in my room at home. An attractive female friend from college is there, and we begin to hook up, as we often do. It begins getting intense and clothes start coming off. I do just about everything with her except sex and for a while it's great, but then I notice she is suddenly pissed off. She refuses to reciprocate and instead leaves me and goes off to help my dad fix a light bulb. Most definitely the strangest rejection I've ever received, even for a dream.

This part ends and the dream turns into a video game I had sunk a lot of hours into as a kid. The game is Final Fantasy 7, except not only am I in the game but everything about it is better and more exciting. I'm only in the beginning part and I'm getting all these cool abilities and leveling up obnoxiously fast. Then I realize my guys are down to very low health. I try to heal them but they get killed before I can do anything. This leads to me being in some huge square room underground with some shirtless guy running around taunting me. I begin to chase him because my dream logic tells me that's what I'm supposed to be doing. Definitely a WTF moment. Unfortunately that's the last thing I remember.

I found myself laying on my bed looking at my phone downloading some random application. I was thinking about a girl from the dream right before this. I then walked into my bathroom and looked in the mirror and noticed my teeth were all crooked. Specifically my right incisor was pushed out and to the left. I thought this was weird, but then I also noticed some greyish plaque on that right incisor. I started scrapping it off with my fingernail when the tooth broke in half. I immediately started freaking out, looking in the mirror I could see the roots still in my gums dripping blood. I picked up the tooth and started thinking about how awful an experience was and that I must be dreaming because it was so bad. However, since I was freaking out so much I wasn't able to properly identify the dream. (This is the only time I have ever questioned reality in a dream and not immediately become lucid). I started yelling and freaking out not knowing what to do. I grabbed my tooth and walked out of my bathroom still screaming. I walked into the kitchen and collapsed to my knees and then looked out the window. I noticed that there was some guy working on his truck out in front of my house. I noticed that the front lawn didn't look like it should, I was confused but had already decided that it wasn't a dream so I knew that it was real. I looked down at the broken tooth in my hand and then back out the window. This time I was really convinced that it didn't look like it should. I stared down at the ground and thought how this HAS to be a dream and then forced my self awake.

So I was in the middle of a forest with my YW Mormon friends (because it was Mormon camp) and we were hiking around, trying to find a place to pitch our tents. Then a guy named Luke- a fellow Mormon, who I hardly know- was sitting by a tree, manning a store full of stuff he had stolen. This was a very vivid dream, but I made the mistake of not immediately writing it down so I forgot most of it.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was in some building, and all the sudden, all these people started coming at me slowly. Except for they weren't normal people. They were under some sort of mind-control, they were being used for something. They were kind of like zombies, except for they weren't dead. Though they weren't quite alive either. A man at the front was coming at me with a small, sharp knife (in waking life, I have a strange phobia of knives). I was scared, so I ran. The mob of drones ran after me. I ran down some stairs, but I was still surrounded. I kept throwing things at them, knowing that I had to strike them in the head twice with these clear, plastic, rubbery objects to kill them, since that was my only weapon. I threw the objects, and they kept laughing at me as the objects either softly bounced off of them or missed completely. I did end up killing one who was heading towards a door.

Then, the guy with the knife, a scruffy-looking man who was overweight, wearing a dark red polo, and had his brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, started to close in on me, trying to stab me with the knife. I begged him to please leave me alone and not stab me, but he kept coming at me with his knife raised. He had a sick smile on his face.

Then, his facial expression changed to one of defeat. I suddenly knew that all of these drones were on a time limit, and when the clock struck 10:45, they would all just kind of "pop", and they would be gone. All of them had similar looks on their faces. Some of them were wailing with defeat. I ran to avoid them popping on me. As I ran down a hallway, I saw a black woman drone crouch down on the floor with her hands over her head. Then, she popped into a few red and white pieces. I was very relieved.

I was supposed to have a fragment + 2 dreams but now I only have a fragment + 1 dream. I should have taken notes.

Fragment.

Three others and I were teleported together to meet and discuss something. We were hiding in ruins and I think we were in some kind of war.

South Africa.

I apeared on a pristine beach. There was a guy beside me and a few others on the other side of the beach. The guys next to me threw a motion mine onto a small rock island a short paddle away from the beach. We heard it beeping as we swam over. A mini-map appeared in my vision, it said there were three girls on the island. For some reason this was nerve racking for us. We got onto the island and met the girls. I Looked around and kept saying, "This isn't right, these are the wrong people!"

I was supposed to meet with the people from my previous dream. Somehow, the girls knew. One said to me, "It must be right, the meeting was supposed be in this part of South Africa."

South Africa??

I will take notes tonight.

2/26-27. 230. Something from that Ghost Adventurers show? Zack guy (host)

At my house. Night. Dave there. We have these 2 guys that had broken in or something. They’re dressed in war BDU’s. Looks WW2-like, but not sure. One was Asian the other white. Dave and I end up separated at some point. I’m fighting the Asian one. I don’t have a gun, so just drying to dodge the guy’s fire. He uses a single shot, then switches to a Thompson looking gun, but had no wood, and no straight mag, more modern looking, but the main part looked the same. The pile of dirt on the side yard is gone and it’s just all flat grass. The pool side doesn’t have as much stuff under the tarp. Then I find an M1 Garand. I look in the top and see that there’s a round chambered. I hide around the corner with the bushes concealing where I am. The bushes aren’t as dense and can see through them easily. Guy runs past and I shoot him in the chest. He goes down and I start to beat his forehead with the butt of the M1 which isn’t flat, but angled and a brass guard on it. It’s not doing much damage, just some scrapes. Then he starts to take something out, a grenade, but doesn’t look like one. Before he could pull the pin, I take the butt of the gun to his neck and pretty much chop his head off. He’s still alive until I make the final cut. Flick his head away from his body to be sure. Then go to the garage and find Dave there with his bad guy disemboweled and shredded up and some pieces are hanging from the rafters, which are only 3ft off the ground. Garage is cluttered. I go in and check out some of the pieces. The garage door opens and some older people are there, live at my house (so not my house). Some sort of quick conversation about them being baddies