non-lucid

27.02.2011

Snippets 1 - I would have remembered it all, but I needed sleep! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I didn't recall any full dreams today. I would have recalled every last part of each of these dreams if I stayed awake but I was so tired that I kept falling asleep after each one without being awake enough if you get what I mean. I did try to tell myself to do a reality check when I was falling asleep after one of the dreams, but it must have failed.

Snippet A: Korean
I've been playing Crysis 1 a lot recently. I think that's why a Korean soldier appeared in this dream. Two videogames merged, actually. The base in STALKER where the guy tells you to get out of here was the location, and the Korean from Crysis was walking on the platform. He got taken out by somebody and brutally murdered. I don't want to know if it was me or not.

Snippet B: I'm not your buddy, guy
I'm not sure what this snippet meant, if anything. I remember seeing the warehouse area from the previous snippet being here, except now we (I'm fairly sure I was in a group) were on an iceberg. There were several civillians on a peninsula-esque area and we blew up the ice to send them adrift. There was blood in the warehouse.

Snippet C: Super Bus Escape
I was in a very familiar dream location that I often forget. There's this ASDA in Bournemouth that I always got dragged to as a kid, and thus it entered my dreams when I was that age. I completely forgot about it. It's like a giant hole in the ground that connects to what I think are docks, and there's a huge-ass parking lot nearby it too. It's amazing how it works and I always used to have the same dream about it when I was little; my mum would park there, we would go up in a huge lift (elevator) and we would do some shopping. But this time, I was my current self, and I was very lost in the lower levels, where I've never been before. I made my way up to the top using my phone's GPS and I remember going through a garage and picking up a mop at some point

Snippet D: Kidstuck
In this snippet, some little kids walked past me at a bus stop and I called them something which upset them (not sure what I said). Then they all cloned themselves and pinned me down arm by arm, leg by leg and then ran off with my bag. I grabbed one of them and started scanning the nearby shops (it was downtown) for my bag back.

So those are the strange but exciting snippets from yesterday. I don't consider this to count towards my amount of dreams recalled as they were all tiny snippets, but they were possibly the most vivid dreams to date that I've had. 100mg b6, 15mg zinc and a co-operative B-complex were taken about half an hour before sleep.

I can't remember the beginning of this dream, but what I do remember goes as follows:

I was in a house in the front room witth two other people, the one directly in front of me was the one I was doing admin work for, we were chatting though I don't know what about, but I do know I was assuring him that I would help him out.
Next thing I remember, I was in an upstairs bedroom. I used a conveniently placed pylon to climb down. Outside it was almost dark and it was Gainsborough Road where I lived as a child. I walk away trying not to be seen by anyone in the house and heading for my car which I knew was far away.

Original Date: 2/27/2011
Type: Ordinary - Non Lucid
Dream:
This started with me sitting in bed at my laptop talking to a man on the phone about billing for an old phone contract. He told me that the phone number they had on file for me started out with 627 and some other numbers, but I knew this was not correct. I was somewhat irritated and said "I don't know where you got that number from, but it is not correct, my phone number is..." (and I proceeded to give him my real phone number in the dream). Next I appeared in a store (sort of like an office store) and I guess the guy I had been talking to was standing to the left of me. To my right a woman was trying to set up a shelf display and was having trouble, so I tried to help her put these little plastic things on the shelf. Then the whole environment changed and half of the store turned into and outdoor vertical racetrack with a small bleacher area with a small crowd and part of the track went under the bleachers below the crowd. The other half of the store turned into like a gift store for the racetrack and the office shelf display turned into a huge wall display of little matchbox cars, like everyone you could imagine all on wooden shelves. I was helping a woman and a man set them up, row by row, all facing the same direction (away from the front door, even though I suggested the effect would look much more interesting if we had them all facing the door, the man agreed, but we kept it the way it was). Then I stopped and walked to the door in the back of the store, it was a full glass pane door and I stood there and looked out. The color or the sky looked like cotton candy, it was pinkish and blue and maybe purple slightly, and the overall color outside darkened because it had begun to rain and I took notice to that, I liked it. Then I turned back around and went over to the bleachers, the final lap for the race was coming and I stood next to the bleachers where my step mom, step brother and dad were. I remember saying to my step brother "it's the final lap, stand up so you can see" and I stood on an open spot on the bleachers and watched as the first car came down the track behind the bleachers, and a little bit of fire was on the track (the crowd was like "ohhhh") and then the car disappeared under the bleachers and the crowd. The next car was coming down, about to make the turn to go under the crowd and once it went through the fire on the track, it lit the whole car on fire and spread into the bleachers, but then disappeared and no one was hurt, except a an old man who was sitting with his back to the bleachers facing the gift store. His entire head caught on fire, I had seen him earlier in the dream, just sitting there, and I feel like i knew something was going to happen to him. I immediately ran to him, pulled off my thin little jacket I was wearing and started patting it aggressively against his head until the fire disappeared. And it was gone, his head was fine. I touched his cheek (his skin was thing and he had little age spots/dots all over) with my right hand and thumb sort of squeezing and looking him in the eye and I asked him "are you okay?"... I was starting to get teary eyed, but he never replied. Then my family and I were leaving, walking in the parking lot. My step brother said, "there's nothing to eat at the house", and I replied, "what about a tuna wrap salad, and I could make hard boiled eggs to put into it", and he just said no. Next we were in a grocery store, kind of like a Target, with my step mom because she said she needed to find a 2 cup blender or some sort of small kitchen appliance like that. I remember we were in that section, looking at mixers, and then the last place I was suddenly in the nut isle looking at canned macadamia nuts and peanuts. Then woke up.

Objective Context:
On call today, was thinking of making tuna wrap salad yesterday, was playing a game with a woman whos screen name was nascar something, boyfriend and I are talking of plans to have a baby.

Feelings:
Content, worried, helping, observing

Im walking around this neighbourhood with my dog and some guy. We then notice that a guy with long beard is starting to chase us. The guy has a geiger counter and we are leaving radioactive marks behind and by those hes easily keeping track of us. We then go around this neighbourhood and come to this red car. I ask my comppanion if this car is his, he says yes. We then go in, I try to get my dog in but Its struggling against me so then I yell at it and she jumps in. Its winter and the neighbourhood reminds me of the neighbourhood near the jäähalli.

We are driving the same car, but now its summer and we are driving to this cabin. We come to this intersection and I see a guy imitating Muammar Gaddafi and then I see M sitting on a rock.
We come to the cabin and theres like this show going on and I need to participate in it. I put some clothes on for the show.

I was inside the store my parents own and my brother was on the compuiter , i started throwing some juice boxes at him because he woudlent let me on (the compuiter) so i kept throwing them to piss him off when suddenly out of nowhere he gets a knife and started chasing me outside, so i run and almost get run over by a car and just when i think he's far away he yell's a battle cry and i run for my life shit scared.then the dream ends and i sleep for the rest of the night.


i did not realize i was in the dream.

Shared Dreaming

Halloween Party

Heather, Tyler and I live in my old house. It’s early morning, like three a.m. or so. Tyler and Heather decide to go outside for a walk and a little adventure. I am getting some layers on because it’s cold out but they’re already out the door. I yell at them and they don’t stop, so I have to run up to them to catch them.

We are walking around and it seems to be Halloween. There are kids everywhere and a stop sign has a plastic decorative ghost-stop sign decal taped over it. I want to make the O of it into an eyeball, so I take a permanent marker out of my pocket and “grow” tall enough to vandalize it quickly. I can’t “ungrow” so I’m tall for a long time. (Heather dreamed that there was a person that was very tall all throughout her dream).

We discuss which way to go and we think about downtown which in my dream-mind’s eye looked how it does when I dream of it, as if the area is semi-static on the dream plane.

There is no transition that I remember, though both of these fragments "feel" as if they are part of the same dream.

I am dumpster diving behind Tyler’s apartment with Marilyn Manson as a teenager. We go through one of the back doors of the restaurants that line the brick wall of dumpsters. On the other side is a big house party. I feel completely lost among Marilyn Manson fans and gothic kids. I walk around the place and the living room is Heather’s living room.

Heather is laying on her couch taking up two spaces; Adam is sitting on the third space. I go over and lay on Heather, so relieved to have her here when I thought I was alone. She gets red and starts getting up, pushing me off of her. She’s embarrassed to be with me in front of Adam.

I’m sick of that feeling so I walk into the kitchen and start eating cupcakes. Dylan, my ex-boyfriend is at the party. I decide to take revenge on Heather by telling him we can go out again. He is ecstatic, to a point where I am annoyed. It’s not worth it. The whole time I am at the party, he’s trying to say things to me to make me really love him again.

I take him outside, where it’s still dark out (though hours have seemed to pass).

“I can’t two-time Heather like that,” I say. I try to break up with him and it’s really difficult, only because I know that he will feel like shit after I do. I realize he’s in college and get weirded out for some reason, so it’s easier. I break up with him again and go back into the party.

It’s mostly over, as if I had been gone for a long time and it’s now morning. Almost everyone’s gone. Marilyn Manson is yelling at his mom, and I give her a sympathetic glance. I “know” that he used to be nice to her but started to be mean as his persona grew.

I walk over to the second living room (not Heather’s). There are giant seats that sink in a lot. I sit in one and find a gold key that Heather wears. Instantly, I know that Heather made out with Adam in this chair. I text her “found your key”, which will let her know that I know what she did. I’m upset.

I look around the room. Everything is being picked up. A girl is throwing these giant cellophane carrots away. An extremely young version of my grandmother is picking up most of the trash and stuffing it in a trash bag.

She gets really upset that the girl is throwing the carrots away and starts yelling at her because they are full of “goodies”. I remember that my grandmother is a highly spiritual person and wonder why she is getting so upset, losing her temper over a trivial thing. She goes into another room to clean up there.

A few guys sitting around the breakfast table are talking about the newspaper mascot, Happy. It’s a black dog who is severely depressed.

“Never try to make Happy happy. Everyone knows he’s sad so it’s insulting to him,” one of the guys says. He gives me a page of the newspaper. I held the paper out about a foot in front of me. An article had been strangely bolded and unbolded and when you can see all of the words, the boldness of the letters reveals a black ink dog made of words. His tail was the darkest part.
I throw it into the trashbag. I see a few Jenny Lewis calendar posters, really quality black and white, thick paper. I start taking them out. A woman sitting in one of the deep comfy chairs starts talking to me about Waterville’s mascot, a parrot named Waterlou. (Heather had a dream about mascots.)

My grandmother walks out of the room and smiles at me. I see that her temper was very in the moment and she was easily brought out of it.

I am pushing the brake pedal in my Geckomobile all the way down. It seems to have little effect. I can feel the pressure on my foot. I seemed to be going on forever. I remembered the dream later that day when I was driving in my real car pushing the real brake because I almost missed the stop sign in the fog.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an alien spacecraft. The interior of the craft was very nice. It had molded, rounded walls colored cream-white and eggshell-brown. The room was round, with a round, central column, which may have served as some kind of control center.

There may have been a window somewhere, which I may have been looking out of at some point. We were probably at some high elevation, though still in the atmosphere of whatever planet we were on, probably Earth.

I was remembering some conversation or having some conversation in my head. It had something to do with aliens. There was some kind of idea that aliens were taking or duplicating people's identities or else using people for their identities in order to do something.

Something about the whole argument which had been made to me regarding the aliens didn't make sense. I tried to express the idea.

I now saw a room of cars -- kind of like one of the prize-display stages for the TV game show The Price Is Right. There were three cars of different sizes and quality. I was making an argument using cars as a metaphor for identities. I was trying to make a point that aliens wouldn't use human bodies for identities, since they'd easily be able to a lot more with their own, much more advanced, bodies.

But I also seemed to be trying to make some argument that aliens were actually using cars' identities in some way, instead of using people's identities. Some cars weren't cars. They were actually aliens disguised as cars.

At this point, the interior of the alien spacecraft, instead of being all smooth walls, had a number of rooms like the room with the cars in it. I don't know if all the rooms had cars in them.

(Side notes: Yesterday I went to the Museum of Modern Art and watched documentaries for -- well, from 1:30 PM until 10 PM.

One showing had two documentaries: one about the history of General Motors destroying the trolley car industry so it could artificially create demand for cars in the United States; the other about General Electric's nuclear weapons business and the effects it had on an upstate New York town.

The General Motors documentary struck me deeply because, growing up as a suburbanite in America, a car was just a thing I had to have once I became 16. It was part of my identity. But, in addition, I feel very strongly that I identify with cars in my dreams. Cars stand for my identity in my dreams.

But -- if you look at Bruno Bettelheim's book The Empty Fortress, for example, the autistic children identify with cars or identify cars as beings that can care for them and nurture them as children.

So, it seems like, despite the demand for cars being pretty nefariously and artificially created by a small group of rich men, cars also came to stand, rather quickly, for human identity.

The second documentary outlined the role General Electric played in the arms race, how it carelessly dealt with its nuclear waste, and how it then tried to hide all this stuff from the public. The story reminded me, oddly, of all the stories of UFOs in the United States and the stories of government conspiracies to cover up the truth about UFOs.

Well, I don't think it's anything new to assert that a lot of the fervor around UFOs and conspiracy theories regarding UFOs was, at least some of the time, derived less from actual UFOs and more from the collective understanding in the United States that the government, military, and corporate structure were doing things without telling us about it, and that we probably wouldn't approve of these things if we knew about them. You can read Jim Marrs' books to get more of an idea about that.

So I think my dream combined these issues, which are somewhat large, emotional issues for my little, squirrely brain, and fashioned them into my dream.)

Had a brilliant night of dream recall last night with 3 full dreams remembered in lots of detail. I also very briefly experienced lucidity at the end of the night. I think my new paper dream journal deserves thanks as it takes much less time to scribble down dreams in this and I found this also meant I could write down more. Also I felt fully rested at 9am today but decided to keep sleeping until 11 so sort of had a lie in.

Dream
Lucid Dream

I am at a train station and sitting there once again is the metal train which I wrote about last night. This is the third time it has appeared in my dreams. It turns out that this train is actually the location for my seminar today, therefore all of my classmates are there too. It seems this train is late to leave so I go and check the screens to see when it should have left. It reads 6:12, which coincidentally is the time that my late train should have left yesterday. B_ turns up to lead our seminar, apologising for being late and asking if the new seminar time is okay for everyone. The mature student in our group mentions that fifth period makes his day quite full and would much rather have it in fourth period. This makes no difference to the majority of us but he points out on his timetable that he normally has "Framework Forum" at fourth period. This doesn't make sense as the two should therefore clash. Dream end.


I'm in somebody's living room, it is night time and on a table at the head of the room is a small plastic box. There is a bald man present who I don't remember directly speaking, despite the fact I know he informs us about the situation. The box is a radioactive bomb which needs defusing. We use a geiger counter to check it in comparison to the room and find that it is indeed radioactive. I remember feeling surprise that there is no background radiation in the room but I fail to reality check. I volunteer to open the box and try to defuse it. Once it is open I feel rushed so immediately use scissors to cut all four of the red wires in the box. This works, and so I cut the black wires just in case. There is a woman in the room who I think is a mother, she seems relieved and thankful and hands me back the geieger counter. We notice however that the plastic box has an almost invisible lead lining that would have rendered it safe anyway. When I up the geiger counter it now seems to work like thermal vision, with most things blue but radioactive spots showing up in green, red and then yellow at its worst. I look at my hands and see they're yellow, red around the wrist. Shaking them seems to have some sort of an effect and the colours calm down a little bit. I then start looking around my body and see that a patch of dry skin I have is actually radiation. As I continue exploring I am somehow thrown into my bed and find that my bedsheets are also radioactive. Dream end.

T_, B_ and K_ are all going shopping and they come to my door seeing if I would like to come. Myself and J_ decide to pass and stay behind. However soon after leaving I get a text from an old school friend Ju_. He says that there is a market in town and also a "Penguin Show" at the local theatre. Me and J_ are in the kitchen looking through the cupboards, which are nowmade of mahogany. We point out the strange items and suddenly it occurs to me that these items are available to buy. There are a variety of strange glass water bottles and containers which are verging on being bongs. I decide that all of these items are useless, close the cupboards and turn around. I am at the back of a stage but take this in my stride. As I walk towards the front, a comedian is telling a joke to a child. The child finds it hilarious.

"Wow, don't wet yourself kid."

The comedian says. I stand at about 5 o'clock relative to them and laugh too before walking off the stage. As I walk past the front row I see a faceless female that I know, she tries to stop me as I walk past.

"No, I'm going to wet myself too at this rate! Give me a second."

I joke, and head to the toilet. I find the toilets out the back of the room and have to walk past a large, blonde girl to get it. Once in I rush to the cubicle as I think I see my Aunt standing at the urinal (!?) and I lock myself in. I look underneath and recognise the shoes as hers, somebody else walks in and I try to stay quiet so she won't notice me. It somehow dawns on me that I'm dreaming, I don't know why. I lean forward and the dream quickly starts to destabilise. I am impressed at the detail that the room takes on and quickly rub my hands together. This sounds and feels so realistic but it's not enough and I fall out of the dream.

I'm completely gutted that I couldn't keep the lucid going for longer. However I'm so happy that my dream recall was so good. I'm going to keep a paper journal next to my bed for notes more often.

My friend Marianne and I are in a tiny bathroom trying to get ready to go out. The bathroom is very crowded and steamy, cramped with all kinds of products crowding all the surfaces, and clothes hanging all over the place. Marianne has come into the bathroom rather suddenly, which makes me sort of panic because I was in the process of stealing her shampoo to use on my hair, as I have countless times before, hoping she wouldn't notice. I fake that I was "just looking at it" and look at the other products. She helps me chose one from the other products that best suits my hair type, from the products in the cabinet mirror. After I put the shampoo in my wet hair, she gives me a tight hug from behind, and I notice she smells my hair. I think this is sweet, but a bit strange.

We are just about ready to go when she disappears for a second to call down to the pub to see what the drink and dinner specials are, she comes back and seems pleased with what she found out. She tells me to hurry and finish up so we can beat the crowd. I hurriedly climb back into the shower with my robe on, and the water is running, so my robe gets soaked. It's heavy and cumbersome so I struggle with it to get it off. I start dancing around in the shower, singing to myself, then Marianne comes back in again and is talking to me. She's talking about gas explosions and how scary they are while she tries to free the toilet area of its clutter. There are stacks of magazines under it and stuff all around it. She says that when the heater starts to shoot steam it's your warning to run like hell, because the gas explosion is imminent at that point. While she is de-cluttering she accidently rips the toilet off the wall. I notice that it's olive green, 70's style. We both watch in horror as she notices she's ended up putting her hands in the nasty part of the toilet, under the rim.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Intended to do an early WBTB after six hours of sleep, but lazy as I am, I failed. I swallowed a G+C pill around eight, which was a bad move since I couldn't fall back asleep after my first dream. Don't use Galantamine after 6 hours of sleep!

23.45: Sleep

08.00: Groping woman
I'm sitting by a bench in some kind of theatre. Monica's there with me and an older woman approaches me. I just recently had to push away some other girl who tried to grab my junk. I'm half-hard for some reason, and the woman leans over me, distracts me by talking and grabs my junk through my jacket. When she notices it's already half-ready she smiles at me and gives it a few tugs. The betraying bastard likes it and we both get up and I start picking up my stuff. I stuff away my mathbook in my bag all the while talking to Monica, hinting of what just happened. She is clueless though and I decide to tell her later.

We exit the building and my family shows up. Walking down the street, I realise we must be in another country. Not too different from Sweden though, but it's hot and sunny out and the buildings looks different. My mom spots a famous TV actor and nudges me in the side. I don't care for famous people. Our king and queen shows up a few seconds later. He looks at me for a second or two, now that's something cooler. Their daughter Victoria, and heir of the throne, is having her poodle trimmed by the sidewalk. Its fur is amazingly soft and perfect. It's grey and silver and I can't resist touching it. As soon as I do I realise I can't do that and walk away.

We head out in traffic and Morgan almost gets hit by a car. We start yelling at him and he tells me that no one in the family likes him. "Ofcourse we do" I tell him and comfort him for a while. He's quite sad, so I bring up a few cashew nuts. I break them apart and make him some "vampire" teeth. "Grrrrrr!" I say to cheer him up and hand them to him. He puts them in his mouth and growls at me.

09.00: Survival in the bathroom
I'm in a bathroom with Monica and my brother Martin. There's an open hatch in the corner of the room, and I expect an alien to come up from there any minute. I've got a strange gun that looks just like the gun in the movie "Existenz" only it's black. I aim it at the dark corner. Suddenly I see movement and I fire off a few shots; teeth in some creamy sauce (?). I miss whatever's coming up though, and soon I realise why. A scarab crawls up through the hole. I try to kill it by stomping on it. "Don't worry about that one" Monica tells me. "How the hell can you not worry about a bug like that?" I wonder. All of a sudden a black shadow emerges from the hole, and pounces at us with a screech. I fire away with my gun and must have hit the creature. It falls to the ground and goes unconscious. It's an alien from the movie "Alien" only alot smaller.


I jump on its back and grab its arms. "Wake him up" I tell Monica. She wakes the creature up and it starts to struggle. "Either you relax and join us, or I'll never let you go" I tell it. "Okay, I'll join you" it tells us in a very human voice. "Fine, no tricks now or I'll kill you" I tell it and release it gently. I expect it to bound up and rip us apart, but it doesn't. It's on our side now, and will help us survive this place. The bathroom door starts to move and I run over there and hold the handle up with all my might. Something on the other side wants to get in. I have given the gun to Monica, but I still open the door. I spot a small naked child outside. I drag him into safety.

The alien morphs all of a sudden, and becomes a human boy with red cheeks. "Hand me the gun" I tell Monica. She hands it to me, but it's a normal gun now. "You know, some people bring other weapons into this, but not us, we use whatever we find" I say and look at my brother who smiles at me. The gun is kinda useless as it is, and I intend to make it into the "Existenz gun" again, I know what I have to do. I start licking the thing, my saliva going everywhere. I have to get the gun as moist as possible for it to morph. It starts to do just that in seconds, and I continue drooling all over the thing. The door starts to shake once again and I'm out of time. My uncle opens it. "What are you doing?" he asks us. His eyes are all red, like he's been drinking too much. I know he's one of the bad guys, but I have to pretend for now.

"Nothing" I tell him and we exit the bathroom atlast. I'm in G's mom's house, and there's christmas decorations all over the place. "Wow this is neat and tidy" I think. I didn't expect it to be this clean after what we've gone through in the bathroom. All my relatives are there and they're all celebrating christmas or something. The game is still on though, but if I start claiming my uncle is evil and wants to kill us, we will be rediculed. One person knows what's going on though, my brother. I grab him and start walking out the door, "we have to talk" I tell him. My cousin's dad suspects something and follows us.

We start playing football and he joins us. At the same time we throw something to eachother. He runs around and tries to catch it and steal the ball. I fall in some bushes and get stuck. A huge chocolate, ice cream birthday cake, the size of a small pool is up on the porch. My mom falls in it and all the kids starts taking pieces of the cake. Morgan grabs a piece the size of a football. "Morgan! Who told you you could take cake?" I ask him. He puts the piece back. My other cousin's dad shows up, the one throwing the party. "Where's Michael and Marcus?" I ask him. "Michael's watching boxing, and Marcus just put in a sausage in the oven, he's upstairs" he tells me. Ah, makes sense.

09.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8 hours

Supplements: 2 x Omega-3, 200 ml applejuice, 1 x Lucid Dreamer at 08.00

That's it! Sadly I didn't get lucid, but I'm fine aslong as I get lucid once a week. This is the last time I take a G+C pill just like that. Henceforth I'm going to plan it ahead, and really know I will get lucid. Also NEVER take it after 6 hours of sleep. I might get one long dream but if I even move when I wake up after it, I won't be able to go back to sleep. Oh, G+C nightmares are kickass!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Close encounter:
I am at the bus station. I'm trying to cross from one side to the next walking between the two white lines. As I near the other side, I see a group of people walking towards me and one person stands out. As I recall, she was wearing green, wearing glasses and had blond hair but otherwise her face was unrevealed. She looked similar to a friend of mine and I decided that it must be her, so, better to look the other way. When we meet, I realized that she was different, her hair while still blond was rather bizzare looking and other face characteristics were as well.

So i was reading on the forms and got bored and decided to take a WILD nap. I was laying very still and it took about 12 minutes before the dreams started kicking in.

lucid

semi-lucid

out of body experience.

When the dreams started kicking in when I was hearing my family around me, I just ignored it and remained still.

I was sitting at my computer still playing the games as I usually do when i am awake. My computer is only a few feet from my bed, playing another Dragon ball z game in 2d kind of not surprised. 3D actual dragon ball z characters started to appear. The first to come was Omega Sheoneron from the GT series was in the sky and then it popped into my head.

The moment when i became fully lucid I smashed my self from the air into the ground creating a giant crater. I felt my real my shaking and starting to vibrate and I could feel I was in SP. I knew I was going to get into a big dream if this kept up, but since I was napping and didn't want to miss dinner I slowly woke myself up. Then something strange happened.

I noticed I woke up but I was floating in front of my computer and half my body was in my chair and ground and I was looking at my painting above my computer when i tried to snap out of it.

Then I woke up.

It was new year's eve. I went out of my house, and over t the car. My younger brother was making out with a guy in the front seat. I asked him when he found out he was gay. He said just recently. I told him that most girls his age are fucking retarded, and he should not make up his mind until he gets older. We then drove to the park. I found a friend from my high school. We talked about what he was up to that night. I said we should play soccer some time. He left. Most people were leaving the park, and were packing down tents, there must have been some sort of festival on. Suddenly, I recognised the prime minister walking over on the grass. I went around and tried to speak to her. My words came out quite banal. When she left, I thought about telling her my ideas about public transport, and telling her about the efficient system I had thought of.

non-lucid

lucid

Last night was a really odd dream, I was dreaming I was at some city and there was an event going on. What was happening was there where a series of fights to determine the fighting champion. There was this one guy who had special boxing gloves when he punched the air it would send a stock wave to punch the opponent. This guy can punch through walls and traveling around the city chasing down his running opponents. Then else where in the dream I was going to get trained by my uncle who was much younger with a white shirt and unnaturally shiny teeth.


He showed me a room with some statues and stated there where only a few fighting techniques which all failed ageist him. I never actually fought him but then the dream turned its attention to my fish. The fish grew so big that it started mutating into this eel like thing and was ugly. Someone got mad at it and threw it on the ground outside, I had to pick it up two times then it finally died. This person had a collection of exotic animals like giant moths, alligators ect.

I don't remember the rest of them from these. No lucid dreams yet, I REALLY hope I don't need to WILD to get one.