non-lucid

Im with J at Tampere. We start to walk towards the centre of city. We are talking about the same place, but saying it by other words. We then meet some girls from our school. We meet R and we are asking for the next train/metro to go to the centre, because we are lazy and dont want to walk. So we are at some underground station which is like 1920-style. There are some teachers walking around the place and we meet T, he says he can drive us to the centre.

Now Im at T's house. I see a door which is half open, I look in to the room and see his wife sleeping there. He then asks me did I leave a teddy bear there last time. I ask what does it look like, and he shows me the teddy and I say "yeah thats mine".

I have left the house and I am on my way to home. I only have my old beanie and black hoodie on also some trousers. We are in the middle of a really narrow road with A. We are moving with bikes. There are coming some cars towards us, and we dodge the first car and it goes by easily. The next car is having trouble going pass us, and we notice that theres a woman behind the steerin wheel and we are like "Oh yeah should have known, a woman driver." Then I see F and M in some houses yard. They are grabbing apples from the tree and they are wearing some red/orange/yellow skirts. The roads have stone fences next to them.

Im at school and T asks me did I have a dream about him. N is about to answer but doesnt. Im also explaining somehting that I saw a dream about my cousin who is also named T.

The old 9th graders are visiting our school. They are in front of the main entrances. At first Im confused and start to be doubtful about the whole thing. Then I notice that S is with E and they are kissing in middle of other guys who are the current 9th graders but playing that they are 7th graders. Im also playing that Im a 7th grader.

another weed dream i was with my friend and we were smokinga bong nd my dad was their nd he told me only to take a few hits and not to many. next thing im no im riding on top of a rhino running around in a deep valley with my friends who are on their rhinos. haha wtf

The Glowing Forest and a Coaster Ride



I am in a really junky part of Maine, although like always, it’s beautiful. This time its exceptionally pretty: the car I’m in is traveling through a dark forested area on an old road. The moss on the great redwood trees illuminates our way enough so we don’t have to use our lights. Little glowing worms and luminescent animals scurry around. I see a moose with glowing green antlers in between the giant trees. In the car, my mom and I are discussing how much money the houses here cost.

“About the same price as living in the library,” my mom says. I nod as if this makes sense. It does in dream world I suppose.
Our friend Alice Louise is taking us to appraise a house for a guy and his daughter. Along the way she points out some noticeably pretty houses. Most of them have been built into the surrounding landscape; some are carved into trees, some are half sunken into muddy swamplands. One that she points out she’d like to live in seems too small, perhaps the size of a fairy house but a fairy mansion.

We turn into the driveway of a pretty normal trailer; one of the only normal houses in the area. It’s unfortunate that this is what we came to see, not one of the prettier houses. We meet the father and the daughter. The daughter is Abby (an acquaintance in waking life). All of us step into the sunroom which is attached to the side of the trailer. Suddenly it moves, detaching itself from the trailer, and rotates all around it to the other side. This was the “appraisal” that we came here for with Alice Louise. We’re ready to go.

Strangely, when we leave, it’s just Alice and I. She’s driving and I’m in the passenger seat. We’re in the country now, surrounded by low green fields and a big blue sky. The occasional farm passes by my window and there are silos on the horizon. In front of us there’s a guy running manically. He has long scraggly black hair and barely anything on except skin tight white running shorts. If he had a shirt on, I don’t remember. He seems to be running for fitness comically. We kind of catch up to him and slow down for some reason. He comes to the window.

“This is still Washington even though it’s not snowing,” he says, leaning into the window on Alice Louise’s side. She nods and they keep talking about how we are in the very middle of Washington where there is never snow or rain. He gets a little aggressive when he speaks, as if we aren’t particularly welcome right now. We drive off and he begins to run again.
Now the country road we were on has a four lane high-way coming the other way.

“See, we’re not even in the country anymore. We’ll be home soon,” Alice says.

The scraggly-haired man is ahead of us again. We see that he’s throwing sandbags on the road! That will definitely stop the Jeep we’re in. We dodge one but the next is in the center of the road and our front right wheel hits it dead on and we come to a stop. Now the only way home is to use…the roller coaster that is running along the road on the shoulder.

We each get into one of our own coaster cars on the ride. They are cartoon dinosaur heads; you step into its mouth, with the eyes and the nose above you as a roof. Mine’s blue, Alice’s is red. They not only run forward on the roller coaster track, but turn 360 degrees with inertia. I don’t like this. There’s a big hill that we are going up. In front of me, I see other coaster cars. They are jumping from track to track; we are on a similar four lane high-way but this side of the road is a roller coaster. I want to jump tracks like those cars, so I do. It’s easy with intent. When I jump, the coaster car does a flip mid-air and lands on the next track. Sometimes, the cars jump over other cars. It’s kind of a nice sight.

I realize we are going uphill faster than I expected and I don’t want to feel the fall. Although I like roller coasters, this hill is steep: twice Superman, if you will. I close my eyes and forget the dream. I become aware of my sleeping body. Yes, still asleep, not on a roller coaster, not about to fall…

I become aware of my dream body again once I am at the bottom. Alice Louise is gone from my dream. I am now in a gift store: the final destination of the coaster cars. There are a few wooden racks of hand-knitted things. I look at a pair of mukluks that my brother Holden had (dream memory, not in waking life) and remind myself to ask him to buy them for me. A girl comes over and looks at a rack of facial creams. They all have a certain element to them, but I forgot what it was specifically. She debates if one of the creams has that common element with the store clerk.

Kayla (a girl I know in waking life) is buying a pretty unique pair of gloves. They have the fingers cut off hobo-style and are black with Nightmare Before Christmas things sewn onto each finger. The back of the hand part of the gloves have a big skull sewn onto them. She is dressed all gothic-esque and has an air of “I don’t give a shit if I’m retreating back into this style.” (She dressed the same way years and years ago). I lose the dream.



Lucid Beach

I am on a beach with Heather. There’s a ton of people all taking up the shore space, but we find a little sand-muddy area. It’s not particularly nice, but it is the beach (and its winter in Maine, so its pleasant to dream of). Heather starts having an anxiety attack because of the people so we go to the “next” beach, a few feet from this one. They are distinctly not the same beach, but are very close. On this one, there are no people. We have sex, but it doesn’t really work out and we end up laughing and leaving.
There’s a sign on the beach that says there’s a sale going on at “B♠N”. What a weird name for a store I say to myself! We look up and B♠N is right in front of us. In the parking lot area of the store, which is all sandy and car-less because of how close it is to the beach, my mom’s kind of disembodied voice begins to talk about Zelda. Heather responds by saying she’s played all of them, which she has (in dream life, not waking life). I feel weird because I introduced her to the series and still haven’t played all of them (I have in waking life). I become lucid thinking of the name of the store. Jack and someone else are with Heather and I now and we all go into the store. I retain my lucidity but simply watch the events and notice the surroundings. In the store Heather says something about dreaming.

“This IS a dream actually!” I try to convince her and she laughs and kind of “knows” that it is, and I keep pestering her about it. I touch her and really feel her skin.

“It’s weird how I can actually feel your skin,” I say. I’m not amazed about the act of feeling it, but at this point I’m thinking of how my mind is either creating the feeling of her skin, which is an exact representation of the feeling in waking life, or I really am feeling it…on the dream plane. My cat jumps onto my sleeping body and I wake up.


An Anonymous Gift

I’m in my high school. For some reason I take my pants off and put them on the janitor’s cart. I have my white long johns under them though, so I don’t look too strange. I begin walking to my class. Someone in the rotunda says my mom is embarrassed in her classroom (she doesn’t work here in waking life) so I go see her first. Her room is where my 11th grade English class was. It’s set up the same way. She tells me I have a package in the office and I should get it soon. I don’t remember to ask why she was so embarrassed.

I go into the bathroom. Heather is here. Somehow, she ends up out the window, trying to crawl back inside from two stories below on one of those fair game ladders that twist and turn as you climb them (usually horizontally). She’s crying manically and saying the ladder is slippery and she’s going to fall. I somehow manage to take all her limbs and with the help of the janitor who comes in to clean, we get her inside. She’s really distraught.

I leave the bathroom and Heather is now Autumn. We go into our classroom. My 5th grade teacher is our teacher now. Lynn, a friend of ours, laughs when we enter the class an hour late. The teacher is really upset with me in particular and tells me to go get a late pass if I have a good excuse for my tardiness. I leave but have no excuse; I just want to be gone from the room.
I walk downstairs and take a drink at the fountain. My teacher had been following me to see if I was going to the office to get a late pass or not. I casually stroll into the office. I don’t like being in trouble, so I intend it to be the end of the day so I can get off the hook. The bell rings and all the kids scurry out of their classrooms. I sneak into the back area of the office and call UPS from the office phone and tell them not to deliver my package if it’s going to be late. I don’t know why I do this, since my package is already here. It’s nicely wrapped and has a stamp with my name on it.

I bring it upstairs to the benches and open it. It’s a pair of goggles, like steampunk-esque but modernized. They’re red with orange accents. I close the box and leave the school.

My mom picks me up and we begin to drive on back country roads. It’s raining pretty hard, but I’m having a nice conversation with my mom and we don’t mind it. I show her my goggles and she likes them. Neither of us know who got them for me or where they came from. We arrive at this old trailer that I used to know in waking life. In my dream, it’s where Heather lives. Without getting out of the car, my mom somehow knocks but no one comes to the door. I know Heather is home. We just leave.

I was probably up too late last night. My dream recall is bad, and the one lucid I remember was very short. I seem to remember being lucid a secondd time during the night, but I remember nothing else.

Not Fooled by a FA

I wake up, and leave my bedroom. At the top of the stairs, I remember to do a reality check. I realize that I am dreaming. As soon as I realize this, the dream fades to blackness, so quickly that I don't have time to do anything about it. Now in the Void, I decide to hang on until the dream starts again. Then I think perhaps I may be awake. I'm not sure which it is, but I decide if I'm awake to try to WILD or do a DEILD. However, while attempting this I lose lucidity.

I'm now dreaming that I am attempting to WILD. I remember something about "vibrations" occuring while doing this, and I think that I am supposed to shake around a lot. I am sitting in the basement now, trying this. Some other people are there coaching me...

... The fake WILD must be successful, as I find myself in a dream about war. We are fighting a battle on a snow bank. I am cracking jokes with my superior officers. There is more to it than this, but I'm having a hard time remembering. A girl is there, and we are fighting over her (?)...

Shopping for Camping Equipment

I am in the local outdoor sports store with my family. They have added two staircases that go up to a new floor. There is one in the clothing wing to the right, and another in the camping and fishing wing to my left. My father has bought a giant tent (in real life he just bought a fancy new boat) and I am going to check out camping supplies to go with it. Upon entering the camping section, I see that things have been moved around. I then see that things have been moved to make room for the new stairs. I decide to explore, and climb the stairs.

The staircase is really narrow, and people are bumping into each other. Towards the top, it is so small you have to turn sideways to get up. Another guy is on the stairs, and we remark about the narrowness of the steps to each other. I say something like "I hope no fat person tries to get up here". At the top is another part of the store, with more outdoor supplies.

Don't remember well today, was woken up harshly.

I played this videogame, it was like a combination of Mario 64 and Zelda OoT. My hero runs up a stairway in a tower, at the end he faces a very big room filled with lava, he is at the top of it. He jumps down, landing on a piece of wood. Then he jumps on another swimming platform, fighting a being made of jelly. While fighting, my hero was also jelly, and did a move where he jumps up and floats rotating to the enemy, repelling it. A flying, rotating ball of jelly. Yeah.

Then there was something about duel monster, a friend of mine complained that his deck was not well-built.

In the last dream, I was on my way to my school, with my family. But I was holding a bunch of chestnuts in my arms, They almost fell down. My brother was annoying me, he threw a chestnut ino my left eye. I had it closed, it didn't hurt, but I got mad at him and tried to throw him down, still with the chestnuts in my arms. After a few attempts the chestnuts fell down, at this point I also realized that my father was yelling at me. I yelled back at him, even had a justified explanation, but can't remember it anymore.
This dream reminds me of "Why can't I hold all these limes?".

More Dresden premise. I seem to be Harry Dresden. (Molly is his apprentice.) I'm teaching Molly and two young men in an elongated version of my real bathroom. I remember remembering more of the dream before now. Although I'm a wizard, I don't do any magic in the dream. At some point I say to Molly, "Don't worry, Actresses are safe when their masters are dead." No idea why I call her an actress. Maybe because she is acting in my dreamland. I think I am about to do something dangerous. Molly is not amused. I wake up just before my alarm.

Quite the strange combination, I know...

23rd of February 2011. Non-lucid, Lucid, Extra Comment

1) Dreamt of a TV show in which some dude I know was being told by his parents that they wanted him to leave school. The guy was in the actual studio, which for some reason was very reminiscent of the studios of RTL. His parents were at home, and communicating via some a giant screen in the studio (Much like news readers talk to correspondents in the field). His parents were cussing him out, calling him incompetent and weak. I felt really strange at that sight, a mix of feeling sorry for him whilst also deeply enjoying his pain (I used to hate that guy IWL).

2) Dreamt of some gigantic political ruckus caused by someone who did not want to eat a Milkbreak Biscuit with chocolate filling because he said it reminded him of black people, whom he claimed were lesser beings (Where have we heard that before? He has a moustache, black hair, and could be pretty much always be found with his hand raised...). Stuff gets even weirder as Christian Parties get involved and accused of racism. I begin to realize that the man that made the claims about black people was an actual politician IWL, one that anything but racist.

3) Short dream filled with muppets making music. But there's something wrong with the muppets. They either have the wrong head attached or they are simply lacking one. One comes up to me and says I'm dreaming, I ignore it. (HOW THE HELL DID I DO THAT?!) Shortly after my alarm goes off and I wake up... Damn...

Something is screaming in my face that I'm dreaming, and I fail to notice it... That aint cool

As an extra note, I only write down what I remember of my dreams. The 'racist politician' is a politician too IWL, BUT HE IS NOT A RACIST. Just to make that clear.

I was modding my ps2

god my recall is rubbish

23/02/11 I am travelling on trains. Lots of times. we encounter policemen and guards who are supposed to control tickets. We climb to the roofs of the trains in motion to avoid detection. At a certain train station I get left going out of the train to take a breather, twice. I am not a happy bunny. I throw a litter bin onto the tracks in hopes that it gets destroyed as a train will run past it. My ticket is still valid for the next train though.

…

I am half asleep. I think about train tracks as I have dreamt of these. Slowly a blurred image of me moving in a vehicle besides train tracks appears. it stabilises. I don't dare take my eyes of the window yet. I need the dream to stabilise a bit more. I finally get a crystal clear image and take a look around. I am in something best described as a very short bus. Except there is no driver. I see that the weather is still grey. I fly out through the window, not breaking the glass. I fly a little upwards and start overtaking cars that break as they see come flying past them. The wind is strong, and I stop up mid air. I get blown back heavily and I get a passing anxiety of falling over and hurting myself until I think otherwise. I think this is going to be cool demonstrating how you can go from heavy momentum to a slow walking speed without any problems, so I do just that. there are now people on the streets and it is sunny. I see a lady walking by n a yellow top with massive breasts. She turns me on a bit and reminds me of the monthly task. I keep walking and ask the first woman I see “hey lady, could I borrow you for a second?” she gets a bit shocked when I kiss her. She asks why I did that and my reply is something as lame as “happy new year”. She decides to follow me and asks if I ever had sex with random travellers, to which I reply that I haven't. She says she has and although she is a bit plumb and I don't really find her attractive I decide why not. We head towards a house and as she is turning slightly around I place my hand on her stomach and slims her down a bit.. I guess she really is a DC then. We try having sex, but I have some blocking and can't get in. I keep trying to focus on her eyes, but soon the dream destabilise.

Good morning, everybody.

An old, black woman was running something like a marathon. The woman was overweight. She wore a brightly colored (orange?) skirt and a red t-shirt. She was really having a tough time running the race, but she kept at it.

At the halfway point, everybody took a break. They sat down in a huge, crowded area of folding chairs. I saw a close-up, like video, of the woman as she stopped at the halfway point. I could tell she was exhausted. When she sat, I could see that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to get up.

The old woman was now back on the road, getting ready to run again. There were other people out on or near the road, but the woman seemed like the only one who was actually getting ready to run again. She looked afraid, like she didn't think she could make it.

I went up to the woman. I patted her left arm and told her that she could make it, that all she had to do was keep up her confidence. This seemed to cheer the woman up. I now started running.

At some point I and a few other racers were in a room like an indoor area at a zoo. We had to cross some zigzag maze-line made out of metal poles and wooden handrails. I jumped up in the air and flew over the maze-line, touching down to and bouncing back off of the handrails with my (right?) hand occasionally.

The end of the maze-line was the exit to the room. There was a lot of sunlight coming through the doorway. I saw it as if I were flying toward it from a stomach-down position only a few inches above the floor. The doorway wasn't too far from the start of the line. The line just worked itself through the back of the room and then back toward the front.

As I approached the exit, I kind of lost myself again and passively saw another man getting through the line by running through it. I then tried to imagine how the old woman would get through this line in her tired condition.

I now had a weird vision of some man standing in the air, up above the line. He was some kind of zookeeper. He had been taking care of some kind of animal, which may actually have been a little, blonde, white boy. But the boy was also some delicate kind of monkey-like animal.

The man had taken care of the little creature by giving him human books and games to stimulate his mind. But this zookeeper had had to leave the zoo. The next zookeeper just thought of these creatures as animals. So he gave the little creature only toy's you'd give to monkeys. The little creature lost interest in everything and soon died.

Dream #2

I was standing out in some area like a seal habitat at a zoo, with a big pool and a stage made to look like a rocky landscape. But this whole area was like a line for a water ride at some theme park.

I was video-taping everything, including the water hitting my feet, to prove somehow that this was actually a good water ride. In the distance, under an arch of fake rocks, I saw waves rise up and crash together.

I was then in a big room like a museum. An older man was giving a group of little kids some kind of tour. Apparently this was some kind of museum about old amusement park rides.

I wandered off by myself and found myself between two rows of mirrors. The mirrors all faced me. They had holographic images on them. I suddenly recognized them as images from the Disneyland haunted house ride. I waited for some face to pop up and surprise me in the hologram. But I also wondered why Disney had taken down the haunted house ride. That was a really fun ride.

Suddenly a face popped up on a mirror and said "boo!" I acted scared, and I did a fake scream, which sounded a lot more weak and frightened than I'd intended. I looked over and saw that I'd gotten the kids' attention.

I looked back at the mirrors. A lot of faces were now popping up. The designs on the mirrors were also a lot clearer. One image looked like river stones, except fleshy, like organs.

At some point a little girl from the group came over to make sure I wasn't really scared. I knelt or reclined and held the girl with my left arm. We watched the mirrors together.

I'm riding down this highway with my brother. It's dark, and cold, and it looks like it just started snowing. I as we continued on, I noticed several parked cars that were wrecked on the side of the road. We avoided a pileup, but lost control of the car. We had to dodge oncoming traffic while attempting to regain control of the car. Eventually a car hit us, and it sent us over a bridge. As we plummeted, I took a deep breath for oxygen, and tried to keep my body relaxed as possible so i could take the impact.

We hit the water, and the car slowly started sinking. My brother got out right away, but I was having troubles with my seat belt. As the water continued filling the car, I decided I had enough time to take enough breath, because the car wasn't full yet. I did, and was able to unbuckle my seat belt. I opened the door, and started swimming to the surface, but woke up before I got there.

Dream Lucid Sleep Paralysis Non-Dream/Side notes

This dream was odd because even when I was awake I didn't realize that I remembered it as a dream. But then I did that thing where you think how you got there and realized it was all a dream.

I was sat with a group of friends in the school canteen (for any americans that read this, 'cafeteria'), with a row of chairs dividing us. My friend was on a table with a girl she hates (she has reason to) looking all stranded, and my other friend (her boyfriend) was sat on the table with her. On the other side of the wall of chairs was me, my friend's welsh half-brother (or some shit like that) and another friend of mine. There were various other people scattered around as well. I remember having a conversation with my friend's brother (I'm not typing half-brother all the time) about something or other and then I encouraged my friends to move to our side of the chair, away from the people that they hated. Skip forward a few minutes.

I dropped my food all over the floor and I think I burst out laughing and then some angry lunchlady came over and told me to get out of the canteen (cafeteria).

I stayed though, and got a second chance. Some more conversation went on (I forgot what was being said) between everybody, and then I dropped my iPod on the floor. I burst out laughing again (I think) and the lunchlady grew muscles or something (I vaguely recall) and dragged me out.

The sky turned dark, to nighttime. I walked in to a house which seemed to just pop up in the middle of the school and began suiting up or something and then walked back in to the canteen and sat down (it went to day again at this point).

I remember another dreamlet as well, which was bought on by my non-stop Scrubs marathon over the past few days. JD and elliot were in a banana farm with some rows of neatly cut bushes, and they walked down the banana farm with baskets full of bananas. I was watching it on my PC like I've been watching scrubs recently, which leads me to believe that if I keep trying, reality checks will flood through much like Scrubs has and I'll finally have a second lucid dream.

I've also added a dream goal in my dream journal to recreate the lunchlady and brutally murder her the next time I become lucid.

I met up with justin and his father dave. They seemed excited to see me which I knew was strange, because dave is quite an introverted guy. Very quiet and rarely shows emotions like that. I remember a table sitting some where in the middle of the room. Which at first seems frightening, then calming because I realize its in a familiar place. The warehouse I work at in the produce section near the bananas. I told them both I saw them often at my old job, and wanted to speak to them, but felt a little afraid. They remained friendly and inviting throughout the rest of our conversation.

I was in someones basement eating dinner. Miranda and Jerry were there. Jerry's hair was bigger then usual, it seemed closer to victors. Miranda starts taking to me about whatever, and Jerry keeps making these absurd but hilarious faces and noises at us. "Do you see what hes doing?" "ahaha oh my god!" I was literally crying because what he was doing was so hilarious. Jerry continued to make us laugh for quite some time. I remember the basement being a mixture of the piano room from unleashed, my aunts basement, and my uncles kitchen in his old house. The owner of the house walked in, I felt like I was intruding at this point. he was big and bald. A heavy feeling of needing to leave washed over me. I got up and started to head up the stairs to leave. I noticed that my old psychology teacher from grade 10 was standing behind me. I walked over to the kitchen sink and saw two muffins caught in the drain. They were both chocolate chip, and looked delicious. I picked one up and asked her "Can I have one of these?" She seemed puzzled saying yes at first, then said she wasnt the owner of the house, and it would be better if I asked him instead. "No no thats okay!" I yelled. I didnt really want them that bad anyway, and he really creeps me out I thought. I thought it was better to avoid as much contact with that person as possible.

Now Im in the upstairs level of the house, and it now has elements of chris's house. That strong sense of needing to leave still lingered with me. Chris walked over holding his dog, who seemed alot more giant than usual. He put him down and started to hold and hug him on the floor. "You dont need to leave now you know" he said to me softly. By this time, environmental aspects of a show home we once saw while looking for a house awhile back seemed to take place. The feeling of needing to leave vanished because I thought I was now in chris's house.

I was in a field area that was a mix of tuscany, arbor lake, and silverado. Im buying food from a drive thru mcdonalds in the middle of a field. All I see is the menu sign, it seems to take up my entire field of vision. I dont remember if there was an actual building or not. "hello, welcome to mcdonalds, may I take your order?" I hesitated for a moment, did my friend mike want anything? In an almost panic state I took out my phone and started to dial his number. An overwhelming sense of taking too long started to encumber me. I started thinking to myself, I have little time left to make my decision, so I ordered a big mac meal, small drink, and large fries. I remember thinking that cutting down on the drink size would make my meal a little more health conscious. "Your order comes to $1.99" "Damn fast food is so cheap" I said out loud to myself. Then I thought about going more often if the price of an entire meal is only $1.99. The scene changes. I get a cell call from mike saying that he is at the bus stop not far from me. I realize that I forgot my food at the restaurant pick up window. That thought quickly passes with the fact that my friend literally showed up at my house uninvited. I walk over to bus stop to greet him, mildly annoyed. "Hey mike, we didnt talk about you coming over?" I said puzzled and worried about my dad showing up to take me back to his place, and that there was school tomorrow. "yes we did" he replied. " we talked about it around 4:30 today." "but mike, how is that possible, its only 2:30 pm?" He seemed to drop the subject immediately. "So I bussed all the way down here, and you want me to go home? Ugghh okay atleast Im at my dads house and its close" The day seemed to change from day to night at this point.