non-lucid

Dream
Non Dream

I'm in a checkout line, trying to pay for my purchases, which consist of a bottle of expensive perfume, 3 packages of menthol cigarettes that I impulsively pick up, - Strange as I don't smoke, in fact I am very anti smoking - and something else of importance that I can't remember - I wish I could remember what this item was, I have a feeling it was important -. I have to split the tender, some cash and some on debit card. The man behind me is obviously irritated that it's taking so long for me to get it over with. After I am through the check out, the cashier pulls me aside and tells me in hushed tones that I should be wary of that man who was waiting to pay. She says that he was looking at my purchases in a certain way and she's fairly sure he will try to steal them.

My man is waiting for me at the other side of the checkout and we leave, walking out of the store into this kind of desolate landscape. The only thing visible is an old barn up ahead. We look back and that man is following us. We try to hurry without looking like we're afraid. The man reaches the barn before us and comes out armed with some sort of weapon, a pitch fork I think. He demands we give him the items I bought. I hand them over, feeling very irritated.

A Visit To The Restaurant
Original Date: 2/25/2010
Type: Ordinary - Near Lucid
Dream: Before I was about to go to the Restaurant in the city I was getting ready and so was my friend and brother. They decided to bring their tea for some reason... not sure why but I though it was stupid. Then we left off to the store, on about 1min in I looked at my hand where the night before I wrote "Dream" (Last Night which was before I went to sleep) but the "Dream" wrote on my hand seemed to be nearly erased so I thought this might be a dream but my friend and brother were mocking me saying your not dreaming. So I continued thinking that it might be possible that I am dreaming but what if I am not? When we arrived at the restaurant I just ordered some things such as Apple Juice, I was still convinced that I might be dreaming so I done a reality check. (Turning off the light and turning it back on, and punching the wall.) Everything seemed realistic so I continued on with Life or Dream. Afterwards, I woke up inside another dream. (False Awakening) I just was happy when I woke in this dream thinking I was close to Lucid Dreaming, but then I finally woke up in reality and was still happy.


Age of Dream Ego: 15

Associations to the Dream Settings:
Going to the Restaurant, and attempting to see if I was dreaming.

Staring Down The Sights
Original Date: 2/12-16/2010
Type: Ordinary
Dream: At the time I was in a two story house staring down at the gravel where was three people assaulting on a woman,
at the time I felt nervous and scared.. unsure that I would be able to fire the mosin nagant I was aiming at them.
Before this I had woken up from sounds, I believe it was a trash can falling over outside. I went to my dads room
and told them there is somebody outside and I grabbed the mosin nagant and loaded it. Time went by and I had awoken
from this dream in another dream (False Awakening), when I woke up I was suprised and thought my dream was cool and crazy. Then afterwards,
I had woke up from this dream into the real world, and upon my waking I blurted out "what the...".


Age of Dream Ego: 15

Associations to the Dream Settings:
Guns, nervous, and scared.

a
Feb 26, 2011

Dream 1: High tech bullet
nonlucid
I have a gun and I am thinking what would happen if I shot it in my garage which is where I am holding this 22-like rifle. The bullet flies out without sound hits the ceiling and bounces off the ceiling and falls to the ground. I think it must have been a BB. I bend down to look at it and I see that it is a plastic and metal bullet (not the casing) made of many parts and even screws back together. The very pointy tip is hollow and has a little clear plastic window underneath on the flat underside. I think about how expensive this bullet must be and how secret its use must be.

Dream 2: The Bank & Brown Wasps
Nonlucid
I am in an area I remember being kind of like a church grounds or old British university grounds. I go into a bank, I’ve been here before. The last time as this time, they are setting it up but are doing business. “I’d like to see my safe deposit box” I show the teller a key. I put something into one of the boxes. Then went outside and I ran across the grassy campus to a small quaint stone bridge. There were fall leaves all over everything, just a bit like fall was starting. Looking at the bridge I see a toy frog, or something, and picked it up.
I walked off the other side of the bridge and I met up with a group of friends (a couple and a girl as I have had in a few dreams now) She was talking about some stuff that was not at all important and was a little aggravated that I was not even listening. I thought about how some things can alter the path of your life and they can be just a small event. I looked off into the sky near the far horizon and say it was getting dark there and then I saw a shooting star! Surprised I dropped what I was carrying which was now a dime. The girl pulls me along like a little kid “but I dropped my dime!” I was a little kid now and I ran off from the group, I could feel the girls radiation of “what now” frustration but did not look back.
Nearby there was a guy picking up little broken honey boxes. The honey combs where in little wooden boxes. I ran over to see and I noticed all these brown wasps on the honeycombs, I knew they packed quite a sting. The guy was one of those DCs that doesn’t recognize you so I picked up a comb. The guy did the same and chucked it to his side which is where I was and got hit on the back by the comb he threw. “HEY” I said, no recognition from him but I could feel wasps on me now and some fell down into my underwear! I could feel wasps on my butt and between my legs frantically crawling around, there was no move I could do now that would NOT aggravate them! I decided to jump and rip my shorts off in one motion. Crap that didn’t work, they are going to be pissed now! Then I think ‘this is too intense I go to get out of this dream!’ I woke up feeling the feeling residue of wasps in my shorts.

a
Feb 28, 2011

Dream 1: The Queen
Nonlucid
Me and a young woman were kneeling on the floor helping out this old lady, the stereotypical small gray dressed in dark blouse with lace on the collar type. “would you like some tea” the lady said “yes thank you.” The old lady replied. She was so polite I started to think she was the Queen of GB. After she took a sip she said “can I be alone” and the woman said “of course.” We got up and went outside to a deck area and sat on its floor. I thought about helping the Queen and how I had no experience for this job but it was a rare honor. After a moment she came outside too walking unsteady and slow. She felt appreciative and patted my shoulder, at that moment I saw her hand on my shoulder and it was like DING and a halo of light around her royal hand. Then I thought of how some people are fanatics and would go crazy for this sort of thing maybe say they’d never wash their shoulder even! She then walked off.

Dream 2: Huge Screen
Nonlucid
I am fooling with an iPhone trying to figure it out and get it set up. There is a TV screen next to me that is a huge 7 feet at least and it has a few selection buttons I can press when I configure the phone at certain stages. I am standing right next to the huge screen and push the screens touchable buttons and look back at the phone but it isn’t working correctly for me.

My school friends and I were sitting lined up, all eating rice dishes. I was already eating what looked like tandoori rice, but I said, "Lucky I have some rice too!!" And pulled out another container of plain rice, and mixed it in.

This occured when I was 4, staying in France with my grandparents. The only bit I remember went as follows:

I was outside somewhere with a few friends.I had a water hose to my mouth and was drinking the water when suddenly a live fish comes out and before I knew it I had swallowed it. I could feel it in my throat as I woke up screeming.

Explaining this to my grandperents who couldn't speek English was difficult, the nearest I was able to come was "Pictures in my head when I sleep" it was then that I learned the word cauchemar and was told by my grandmother that it was because that night had been a black moon night.

At thw moment I'm just concerned with remembering my dreams, so was quite happy to have had this one:

I was in a room (changing room?) taking off my clothes and socks, had been told at last minute I was being entered onto a swimming race. Next thing I remember was walking around the indoor public pool considering my options. I decided diving into the shallow end would not be a good idea as it was only a foot deep, but the deep end had a nice high diving board which could give me the edge. I went into the pool half way between the two ends and practiced swimming the width under water, I reasoned that it wouls add another edge to winning as the other competitors wouldn't know where I was. I then started practicing swimming the length under water when I woke up.

Ok, so last night was the best dream I've had for a wee while because my recall is so shitty lately. GAH!

Awake Non-lucid

I'm outside my school, although it's not really my school anymore. It's nightime, and the whole outiside has been rebuilt. The walls aren't their usual dull brown, but white and glowing rays of light. It also has white blocks leading out of it.

I float a little and sit on a block. My brother flies down and asks what's going on. "They've rebuilt the school" I reply, quite excited "but the inside's still as shitty as ever."

He says nothing else, and instead takes a look around. When he comes back, he's morphed into Asher. I find that I'm suddenly lying down in nothing but a towel. He tells me to check my phone, so I do. I have a text from Katie about a drug called Elarial. It's a new thing that's came out.

The scene changes again, and I find myself under a stone walkway, with giant bells hanging from the cieling above my head. Both sides show sunny, green grass with people have fun times. It's a univercity. I see another message, Katie is telling me to try and find some. The sky turns grey as I run up a stone stairway, knowing there's some Elarial around here somewhere.

Asher finds and corners me, telling me to snap out of my trance. "This drug isn't like other drugs," he growls angrily "It could only take one shot to get you hooked for life. It ruins you Kor, you spend so much on it that your life is gone. Don't listen to Katie, she's not herself. She's gone."

His sister is gone. I frown sadly, and get another message. "Just once." it says. "Just try it once." I think at this point Asher sees how confused and very un-lucid I am and pulls me away into a room. Skylar is in there. They both talk to eachother quietly about how to protect the drug and keep me away from it.

It's like I'm drunk. I giggle stupidly, grinning at Asher and running my hands through his black hair, pushing it back. He grabs me to keep me still while he discusses a plan of action with Skylar. I feel neglected, and sit down. Skylar eyes Asher, and I think they know I feel confused and ignored. Asher pulls me into a hug and says everything will fix itself soon.

Didn't know what to think of that, but it's very odd that I had Asher, Skylar and Katie all in the one dream. Makes me wonder if my subconscious is simply wishing for it... I dunno.

First Entry! Woot!
I had three dreams last night which for me is the most I've ever had in a single night.
In my first dream, I remember seeing a zombie in a sewer from a 3rd person, backside view. It then transitioned to a top view of another zombie holding on to the edge of a manhole, and then falling down into the darkness. It got all blurry after that and I woke up
My second was really short. It was a first-person dream of me getting out of bed, and then it faded and I woke up. (non-lucid false awakening?)
The third was the longest. I remember my dad and I playing some game that resembled Battlefield BC:2, but it was turn-based. (I realized after the dream how stupid a game concept this was..) I knew my dad was playing because he was on mic, talking. After a while of playing it faded into me walking upstairs and looking down at some clay sculpture or plaster cast of some broken up military backpack. I also remember contemplating taking it in the shower with me for some odd reason O_O

Into the depth:
I was in what appeared to be a dungeon, reminded of me Diablo II for anyone who has played that game. It was crazy dark, dark enough that you can't see where you're going. I can't recall the start but I was with someone and I picked up a torch as we made our way through some of the earlier levels. I make it to a safe area(surface?) and was informed that my mother has descended into the dungeon. I decide to follow her and place the torch so that its sticking out of my backpack. The idea was that monsters are attracted to the darkness and this would help me to protect my back as well as light my way. I believe that I was also using a flashlight but not positive. As I was descending deeper into the dungeon, I was noting the black with a slight greenish tint stairs which looked like they were glossy.



We had to descend very deep to finally find my mother. She was near a very large gate, similar to those old castle gates, albeit this was a bit stretched. It has 2 large rings on it which were black and the whole gate was made of what appeared to be dark wood with a gloss. My mother beckoned us to not open the gates because she was just there and escaped, but it was too late, since, my partner automatically opened them. It was pretty dark in there, but, you can see some pillars with some things moving. Two monsters, one being a really large ogre with a hideous face appeared.

I ran further down, my mother followed but alas it seemed like my partner meet his end after he was trapped in the left corner of the gate. I tried to do some magic, possibly to push them back and it worked slightly but they were still following us. I tried some bizzare move to use 2 pins to stop them, as in clip them to the stairs, but, that didn't work. You think? XD I decided to face them and move in landing 5 punches but his body was pretty hard. I didn't feel any pain but it was like hitting a wall. He must've pushed me because I fell back noting that "He is hard to punch" to my mother as I woke up.

Thoughts: Had this in either my 4th or 5th REM cycle

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a very random, but cool dream last night. Here goes.

23.10: Sleep

04.50: Arrested
I'm sitting at a table at some restaurant. I'm eating the buffet and my plate is loaded with different kinds of food. I glance at the newspaper and I spot a picture of my friend G and his two friends. "Suspected for selling narcotics". They were sitting in the same restaurant when the picture was taken. I get up and grab some fruit from a cart. I notice a weird-looking guy following me. He puts food on a plate and pretends to mind his own business. The thing is that I recognise him from earlier, and soon enough a second guy shows up. I get back to my seat and continue eating. "Damn I'm almost full, I'm never going to be able to finish this" I think and worry about the guys being after me for putting too much on my plate. I get up again and bring the fruit with me.

I put the few bananas and the kiwi's back on the cart when one of the guys walk up to me from behind. "Stop! Don't move a muscle" he yells behind my back, pointing a gun at my head. I drop a kiwi on the floor and pick up again, it's a bit soft now. I put it back. "Good, that's sensible" the other one tells me. I put my hands slowly to the back of my head. A helicopter shows up with a sniper leaning out of its door. "Isn't this a bit over the top?" I ask. They grab me and walk me to the line of people waiting for food. They start asking me questions about my hobby. "I've got lucid dreaming as a hobby" I tell them. As soon as I say something, they look away and shake their heads. "What?" I ask. Once again they shake their heads, like I'm saying something completely different.

"You're insane" one of them blurts out. "What? Am I schizophrenic or what?" I ask. "Everytime I talk, can you guys hear a small man talking?". I'm confused. "Is this how it feels to be schizo? I don't even know what I'm saying, or remember saying anything at all. When does my personality change?" I think for myself. Suddenly there's commotion in the line. "A flight is available! Important passengers first" a flight attendant calls out. "Sweet, I get to go on the flight before all the rest" I think and people all around me are pissed. "You damn thief!" a woman throws at me, along with some food. I start walking towards the gate, two more people joins us. I realise we're all top priority prisoners.

I recognise one of them as an old neighbour. "Hey! What are you in for?" I ask him. "I'm just going home to my mom who lives further south" he tells me. We walk for a minute or so and alot of other people show up. A few young girls appear ahead of me, we're all going to the same party. The cop who had me in custody are gone. I check out the girls, they look very nice and I run up ahead. A house appears and I get in. I spot my friend G, and some rastafari dude I don't know. He hands me a beer and I get the feeling I used to work with him, he aks me how many people are coming. "Around fifteen, twenty perhaps" I say.

G is high, and starts talking about a bag of drugs lying on the floor. "That's Dante's drugs, he smokes pure caffeine. It's strong as hell". I finish my bear and head back out again. There's a big party going on and I'm handed a glass of clear liquid. Someone tells me it's PCP and LSD combined.

04.50: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 5½ hours

Supplements: 2 x Omega-3

That's it! A very long and random dream for such a short night. Starting tomorrow, I'm not going to take supplements for a whole month. I want to see how much my recall is affected, and how many lucids I can get. I'm sure it's all about dedication and time spent thinking about lucid dreaming, but I'm sure it's going to be interesting.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was in some building at a computer. It looked like one of the computer labs at my college. I was checking my email and my school assignments. I realized that I had not done 2 assignments for my bosses at work. I figured I would be able to make it up and they wouldn't care that I was turning it in late.

Then, one of my bosses announced that all the people in the room needed to split into 2 groups, one who had completed the homework, and one that was behind. I joined the one that was behind. My boss was the leader of that group, and said that he would give us half credit for completing the assignments late. I figured half credit was better than no credit at all, so I decided to get going on the assignments.

I was then back at the computer, and one of the assignments was posted by my coworker, Jessi. She had written it all in lowercase letters, and wherever there was the letter 'i', she had typed two 'i's" ('ii'). Then, at some point I was talking to my other boss.

Then, I was in the shower, and Jessi was outside the shower, reading the assignment to me. My assignment was something creative I think, and I had to be in the shower to complete it. In front of me was a 11 or 12 year-old-girl. She was kind of big with medium-length brown hair. I only ever saw the back of her, but I was helping her shower or something. I was talking her through it. She got out of the shower, and I realized that I had been in the shower for a very long time, and I had barely showered myself. I think I had only cleaned the top half of my body. The water started to get cold, and I felt like I needed to get out even though I wasn't finished.

I stepped out of the shower, and there was a lot of excess water pooled in the bottom of the shower. I drained it. I was in front of a classroom. The kids in the classroom were talking about how long I had been in there, and it was about time I got out. In the front of the room, I spotted a guy, Steve, whom I was friends with in the 8th grade, and haven't seen since in waking life. He looked exactly how I remember him. We talked for a bit. Then, my friend Courtney came up, and Steve asked her to get coffee with him.

Then, I was at Steve's house for some reason, and he was laying on a couch. He said something about getting coffee, and I said "Oh with me?", but then, I remembered that he had asked Courtney and I said "Oh, you're getting coffee with Courtney. You guys will have fun!"

~

I was driving, looking at the stormy-looking clouds. I thought I saw a tornado forming. The clouds looked really cool.

Then, I was at a local restaurant where my coworker Jessi had apparently started to work (her boyfriend works there in waking life). She was training on the register with a manager, and I was talking to her about the new job while I ordered my food. Then, she said "Oh, are you a student?", or something like that. I said yes, and she handed me a cup. She said something about me getting another drink for being a student. She started to ask me another question (I realized she was going to do this 3 times total), and I realized that she had charged me $3.89 for the first drink. I thought that I was supposed to get it for free, so I told her I didn't need another drink, and I didn't know I was getting charged for it. She took it off my bill.

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!