non-lucid

*I live in Zasada and Melissa comes to see me. It seems like we cannot meet each other. George tells me what they used to do, that she was giving him a BJ and he was browsing some porn websites from Jablonec University. Then he is supposed to leave, probably to Australia and we are chatting in front of my house. It must be winter time because there is snow everywhere. George wants to catch a bus so I tell him to go to the bus stop near “mestanka”, but he says he will go to the bus stop near the “small” school. So we say hi to each other. Then I go to the bus stop near the Mestanka and see a man running towards me. Then the bus passes by and I run home. Suddenly, the man runes by me, stops at Fiala house and shout “Marcel, Marcel”. He comes close to the fence where a german sheppard is. He starts to hug the dog. The dog runs up a heap of snow and gets over the fence. I think that the dog must know the man, from how they are close to each other and greet each other. I think its Jara’s brother. I try to see his face, and he reminds me of Jara a bit. Then I get to our house and I can see that the drive way is all covered in snow so I want to clear it but the shovel is broken. I notice an old car, looking like “trabant” in our drive way with a little light on inside as if the door was open so I call on my mum that she left the car door pen. I push on the door to close them. After I take the red shovel and start clearing the drive way.
**I am melting chocolate on baking trays. For some reason it makes me feel really good. When it’s all melted and cold again, I put them in a small box.
***Behind my work place, where the entrance to loading bay is there is some dig being done as it is in reality. They are fixing some water pipes or so. Next time I walk there I can see worker filling the dig with sand, but in a rather odd way as if they were making something there. They put a bit here and a bit there. So I walk there and ask them why they do it that way. They tell me, that then the sand settles better.

2/19-20. 12. 9. In class. Looks like NHS P buildings. Engineer Dxxx is teaching the class as a sub I think. Kristy Xxxxx is like D.O. or something. We’re correcting papers/ homework. Dxxx leaves and Kristy starts to dance. Dxxx comes back in and Kristy is able to recover and look like she was just standing there. Dxxx asks what’s funny. We say Kristy was dancing and she dances again. Then she’s sitting in a desk. She makes herself fall out of it. Then we’re having a BBQ lunch. I’m at a table, the desks have disappeared and become long tables, and eating with Kristy. Some guy that looks like Dodd sits with us. An Asian guy sits down too and shows us that his yogurt moves his spoon. He lets the spoon sit in the cup and it starts to slowly move around the cup. He says it’s because of the bacteria that’s in yogurt. “Take a look!” I look but can’t really see anything.

918. Going to record a song. I grab these lightsaber looking things, but they’re short sticks of color (I think they’re practice guitars?). Head to Dan Xxxxx’s house. His house is farther down the main street than his actual one is. We talk. Then go to the box I brought and see it only has the colored sticks. “Damn it! I forgot the guitars! Do you have any guitars we can use?” “Yah, I’m sure I have some.” “Crap! I forgot the cords too! And the amps!!!” We walk to another room. “We’re going to need… 4… 5… 6… 7 cords.” (Actually 6 would be fine, no clue why I said 7). He’s rummaging around in a closet and I see this TV/ computer screen on the wall called an electric window. Looked like an actual window. Move my head a little to the side and see that there is no window and it’s a wall behind it

2/18-19. 430. Near the hospital and church, but the hospital isn’t there, night The building next to it looks different and is more like an office building, multi story also. Some business lady is outside of it. See some light smoke coming from the front door. Get closer to it and then realize there’s a fire (can’t see fire). I call 9-1-1, but I’m not even getting a dial tone, like the line is out. Call Captain Xxxx to tell him, but same thing with his cell number. Then I’m at home talking to mom about it. Dark in our house. Point that the fire is west (would actually be north). Mom says to try calling again. Call 9-1-1, doesn’t work, then call Xxxx, no dice. Realize that I’ve been annoying and they won’t want to talk to me (What? Haha)

20.02.2011

A Little Mystery (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream picks up where the last one left off.

There is a lapse in time and now I'm in "my room" in this apartment. I am starting to seriously doubt whether this is actually Phoebe's Upper East Side home or not. I've received a gift from Rose--it's a giftbag with some sort of all natural hand and body cleansers. They're cheap and from Duane Reade, the local convenience store chain. I doubt I'll use them, but I appreciate the friendly gesture. I am puzzled though: is it my birthday? What's the occasion? And how did Rose manage to give these to me? I don't see her here.

I stop trying to figure out these inconsistencies as I feel the urge to go to the bathroom. It's not far, just a few feet down the hall. The interior is painted forest green, and there's loads of lavish decorations all over the walls. It's pretty ridiculous, in my opinion; I couldn't stand living here. At any rate, I take care of business; and as I wash up I look out the West-facing window to see it's a bright sunny day. It feels like morning; I must have slept the night here after dinner [in the previous dream]. There is a grassy lawn a couple stories down, and across the lawn is another redwood-siding apartment building. It occurs to me that this isn't in New York at all; it's in Missouri! This begins to make a little more sense, as I conclude that this is the apartment complex where Rado lives. Through the window on the lawn I can also see a pool where a couple ladies are sunbathing by the side. It looks like a great day, and I want to get some fresh air.

I wonder if Rado is in his apartment, so leaving mine I decide to pay him a visit. First I have to determine if the apartment I just left is in the same building as his. Outside I realize I'm still only in socks; the ground is wet as if from a recent rain, but I'm too eager to move around and so walk down the boardwalk that connects building to building and apartment to apartment.

There are people outside, here; some I know, some I don't. I seem to see Mark but fail to ask what in the world he's doing in Missouri. And after all, I'm too interested in other things to stop and talk.

Across the lawn on another boardwalk are some middle-aged business men in gray suits. I get a pretty nasty vibe from them, even though they're a good 30 or 40 meters away. I can overhear that they're talking about us younger folk. They seem to think we're a bunch of new-age hippie apes. What an exaggeration! I'm far from a hippie, and definitely not an ape. Overhearing them talk about this, though, I'm not offended. Indeed I sort of pity the guys for how self-absorbed and blinded by money they are. Now's not the time, though, to do anything about that. I realize I'm going to need to put some shoes on if I want to find Rado's building, so I dash back down the boardwalk towards the apartment door that I left only a short while before.

Mom and Dad are here just inside the front door of the apartment. They were wondering where I had gone off to; but before they can inquire, somebody is on the phone and wants to speak with me. I immediately and without doubt realize that I am about to speak on the phone with the devil. The evil vibe I got from the business men just moments before explodes into this incredible eery sensation that something super suspicious is afoot.

I cautiously take the phone from my dad and ask him who is on the other line. Apparently I'm about to speak with a certain "Mrs. Brisby."

"Hello, Mrs. Brisby?" I begin.

But to my surprise I hear my grandpa on the other line; he cuts straight to the chase.

"I need you to come over. There's something I have to show you."

I am suspicious. I keep the pretense of speaking to "Mrs. Brisby," but grandpa has none of it. I finally aknowledge that I am speaking to grandpa, or somebody who insists on pretending he is my grandfather.

"It's important, come over right away," he insists.

So I give in; I agree to go over as soon as I have some shoes on, and I hang up the phone.

Mom immediately asks where I had gone off to; I tell her I was just out for a walk. She says everybody was worried, but she knew I'd come back because I "left this"--she shows me my watch--on my dresser. Thankful to have it back, I put my watch on my wrist.

I ask, "What does grandpa want me to see?"

At first Mom says she doesn't know, but after some pressing she says, "It's something [made of] wood, something pretty."

And then I wake.

20.02.2011

The Story Begins (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I appear to be at Andrea's friend Phoebe's Upper East Side apartment for some sort of family dinner. Mom and Dad are here, along with some of my extended family. I've got both my copies of The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali in hand, and I show them to Mom lamenting that I have 500 pages of reading to do in just 36 hours. I check my bookmark, though, and realize I've already read the first 400 pages. I suppose it's easy reading, then.

I'm not certain this is Phoebe's apartment, but it's certainly upscale and elaborately decorated. All of my family is here, but notably Pheobe and her family are not. Meal time comes around and of course there's nothing here for me to eat. The kids (whoever they may be) are getting macaroni; and the adults: some fancy concoction of meat, cheese, and grains.

I go to the dining room and find in the corner a couple serving platters of vegetables. I serve myself some seaweed that looks like long black noodles. I hear mom behind me say something; I don't hear the words clearly but it seems like she's telling me that the food is good.

I wake.

I had a really interesting dream yesterday about climbing up this huge building and then jumping off it and then some terrorist attacking it and it was really long and vivid but of course I'm too lazy to post it. The only reason I'm going to post last night's dream is because part of it was lucid. So here goes..

Balloon
I was inside my house and was holding onto this balloon, which was the size of a normal balloon, nothing fancy. But it started lifting me off the ground. I thought this was really cool so I took it outside so that I could go higher up with it. At this point I realized that I was dreaming but still wanted to see where the balloon took me. I let it pull me up off the ground and I got to the top of my tree in the front yard before it popped and I came back down. It was pretty disappointing. I kept repeating to myself "I'm in a lucid dream" so that I wouldn't forget it. I wasn't really sure what to do after that. I contemplated flying and other things but nothing seemed to interest me. It was like lucid dreaming was boring because I couldn't think of anything to do. Then the dream started fading and I lost control of it. I don't think I woke up.. it just took me right to another dream.

Dream Non-Dream

Pardon the title. I only remember one dream from yesterday. I was looking for B6 supplements in the dream and I was at my dad's flat (apartment for you americans). At my mum's house, there's a pantry full of food, and this pantry seemed to be in my dad's kitchen somehow. I went in there, and in the dream I was informed that B6 pills and apple juice killed you, so I was raiding the pantry for watermelons, berries and such. I found some strawberries and ate them as if they were prey, but nothing else was in there. I found a piece of melon and the dream ends there. It wasn't lucid. It was also suprisingly clear for one of my dreams and I remember it as if it were a memory.

Supplements:
1x B-complex pill (2mg B6, 200ug B12, 8mg B1)

DJ Log: February 20, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(Note: Before bed, I ate a peanut butter, strawberry, and banana sandwich with a full glass of apple juice)

I am walking through a user car lot with a female DC. She points at a couple of cars along the way, but I tell her to keep looking because the one she pointed at was not a very reliable car. I look up and see a couple of cars flying overhead. I become lucid and reinforce it with a nose pinch that fails. I look back at the DC and see that she has partially morphed into a theater popcorn machine. I reach into the machine and grab a bag of popcorn, then shake my head and continue walking.

Unfortunately, this is all that I can recall at 10:00AM. I failed to write anything in my log book or record anything on my tape recorder.

One fragment from last night - I was at an amusement park - and my family wanted me to try this one ride where you ride down a roller coaster using an inner tube, only there was no water.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some kind of building construction setting. As I was in this setting, I had some kind of conversation going on in my head, probably just a conversation with myself, but possibly a "remembered" conversation between myself and some person I looked up to.

The conversation had something to do with the way capitalists exploit people, and how anybody with a conscience shouldn't be part of the corporate system. Of course I felt bad, thinking about my own life in this context.

The building construction site was enormous. It was almost like some kind of futuristic landscape, where everything in site was part of one kind of building complex. But the whole area seemed to be under construction. But it was in complete disarray, as if things had been destroyed, or as if the place, instead of being a construction site, were just a gigantic dump.

I was now either swinging on a huge crane or watching some kind of robot swinging from the crane. The crane had a red metal frame. It swung back and forth in front of a half-built building.

As the crane swung back and forth, I heard the voice in my head talk about my boss, referring to him as a "lucky boss." Something about the way this had been said made me feel bad about myself all over again, as if I were part of some awful system where the bosses were all "lucky" and everybody else was being exploited.

I was now definitely watching a robot swinging from the crane. The robot was yellow, like a tractor. It may even have been made out of old tractor parts. But it had cute, big eyes that looked half like oogly eyes and half like empty headlights for a car.

The robot dropped itself off the crane. It fell down toward a huge pile of other tractor-like robots. I knew that the impact of the landing would kill the robot. But I knew that the robot had meant to do this, and that it had wanted to die.

Dream #2

I was in some kind of forest or rural area. I was in front of a cabin. It was a warm, partly sunny day.

I jumped up into the air and flew over toward a dirt road or dirt path. As I did this, I thought to myself something about the history of the United States and slavery.

I landed on the path. The path was blocked by a patch of weeds, some of which were quite tall, even flowering. I jumped up into the air again and flew over the weeds. There may have been another patch of weeds not too far after the first one. So I may have decided to keep on flying.

As I flew over the weeds, I continued my thoughts on slavery. I thought to myself that African Americans had been kept down first by slavery. But then, even after slavery, they had to deal with so much oppression. I thought to myself, Well, I shouldn't be surprised if there's resentment because of all this. But now the situation is definitely changing.

I think me and Se. are in my car ('97 Toyota Corolla named the Geckomobile). We are listening to RaveOn from the game Killer7. I think we are driving in what is almost an alley, but more open. I think there may be something about 2 girls at some point. Not sure.

Me and my friends take a bus to this mansion for some tug of war contest. Our vice principal is there and he turns out to be evil and working with this half head thing to take over the world. They have been breeding zombies for years in this facility by the mansion. When the zombies are released to take over the world I'm in one of the two hallways in the mansion and there are zombies swarming many people and eating them. I go into the room and lock the door and think of what to do. I jump out the window and run in the direction I see many other people running. While running I see this guy riding a bike in the snow and he almost slips but i catch him he says thanks and rides away.

I meet up with my friends and we keep running. We get to this gate/train station of sorts and we see two doe staring out the windows toward where we came ( zombies ) with their ears flattened. This scared us because we knew the zombies would be here in a few hours after they finished eating the people they had caught. Me and my friends decided we needed to rent a car and run away. We had some money and I had a gold watch and two of us went to a hotel and one went to go find a car. In the hotel my friend said we needed to go to the store and pick up some medicine and food. I agreed but I said we could take some from the fridge and cabinets. In the cabinets there was some baby laxative and Tylenol. In the fridge there was 3 jars of different brands of peanut butter. But they weren't in normal peanut butter jars they were like in the simply orange orange juice containers. I tasted one of them that looked the best. It didn't really taste like peanut butter but it was chunky. After this I woke up.

NON-LUCID

1) I was given an empty container the size of a shoebox by my friend Steven. D. It was light blue, and had a small piece of paper stuck to the front with a message on it. The message was a farewell, as I was leaving to go to college, and he was going to a different one to me. However, in his message he stated that he'd miss me when I went to study music at The Pyramids (a local gig venue). This confused me. The handwriting was very scribbly. A couple of times throughout reading the letter, I shook the container, only to be dissapointed that there was nothing inside.

2) I was browsing the Dreamviews forums, and I went on Steven (the guy from the last dream)'s forum-based dream journal. He had been getting a lot more success with Lucid Dreaming than me. He left a comment on one of his posts that the youtube celebrity RayWilliamJohnson had commented on one of his dreams. After reading this, I had to see it for myself, and read the dream. I couldn't find the RWJ comment, but instead found the first post, that had been posted by a moderator of DV. It stated that Steven had used incestual sex with his Nan to attain lucidity..

I'm pretty miffed that I didn't manage to attain lucidity that night, as the whole of the second dream was ABOUT lucid dreams. God damn it!

Dream Lucid Me DC DG?

Dream 1
I´m sitting on my bed, watching some videos from my computer. They´re all some horror movies and they all have zombie virus as a theme. I remember only one from this dream. (Okay, this one didn´t really have zombie virus in it.)It was about some boy who had some sort of decease which prevented him from bending his legs. (He was my cousin in the dream.) There were two guys in some maze made of hay. The other guy had a big gun. I was the other one. I left, and then saw some scenes where the other guy went back first to one of the walls, which was covered in blood. When I came back, I saw the deceased boy dancing on top of an pile of corpses (The gunman was on the top.) and saying something like "Now we´re a big and happy family forever." (Thats what kids with necronomic powers allways say in horror movies, right?) Then the dream changed.

Dream 2
I´m in some mansion. There´s a man in there who is blamed because he did something with bees. Later I find out that he used the bees to carry an virus of some sort. Then one of the mans in there goes crazy and shoots the beeman to the face with an shotgun. (Luckily, he only had one ammo.) Then people start to eat each others fingernails. (Well, more like fingertips. They said they have lots of lactose in them.) Thats the point where I decide to run away and never come back. When I exit the house, I see people eating dogs. (Alive dogs, that is.) I run to a tunnel. Then I suddenly remember how to exit a dream. I close my eyes and open them as fast as I can few times. Then I remember that I could become lucid instead of stopping the dream. But the dream starts to fade. I manage to stabilize it and exit the tunnel. I start to fly, but some kids fly after me saying something which I can´t remember. I send them away. Two other girls appear saying something about some sandal competion. I tell them to stop coming to me, because I want to enjoy my lucid. But as they´re turning away, I remember something again. "Unless you know where my dream guide is." ,I say to them. "Follow us." ,they say. We fly closer to the house where I left. "Patrik, come here!" ,they yell. "Is my dream guides name Patrik?" ,I ask. "No, he´s going to help you find youre dream guide." ,they answer. We land and some cartoon style japanese/chinese (Thin, eyes closed, big teeths on upper jaw, that kind of cartoon.) appears. "Follow me." he says. I follow him to a door and he opens it. All four of us step in. It´s some basement, which seems to be under construction. There´s cobwebs everywhere. There´s some pretty pale thing standing there. "Do you know where my dream guide is?" ,I ask. He just stands there. The door slowly closes behind us. I see an cardboard troll thing behind a low wall. It rises higher and higher. I get a little scared. "Don´t worry." ,Patrik says. I calm down and look at the troll. It immedietly goes back behind the wall. "Well?" ,I say to the pale thing. Still no answer. I keep the troll behind the wall by looking at it onces in a while. I start to here some music. I quess it´s supposed to be scary but it´s not. "Go through that door." ,the thing finaly says. It´s not really a door. It´s just some foam covering an hole in the wall. We pull it away, and on the other side I see an thing similiar to the one in the basement, but this one seems angry. I also see two platforms there. The angry thing says something about damn kids while I step onto the higher platform. There´s two red balls on it. But then the dream starts to fade and I wake up.

It's early in the morning, I am at my old house with my family. It's the first day for me to go to University, I ask my brother which time it is, and then run to the busstation across the street. I run to the lesson room, I make it barely in time. I sit down, a few seconds later one of my friends arrives (he's known for being always on time despite being late). The lesson starts, looks like it is maths. The teacher was female with brown hair, we first did some simple eqations.
I don't remember the whole dream, I know it was long, only a few fragments remain from now, I'll try to order them chronologically.

At lunch break I think about YuGiOh, and remember that I have a circle-like stoneplate with an eye on my forehead, I run outside and try to find someone to keep it for me. I see several teachers from my old school, but give the stoneplate to my university math teacher. Coming back to the lesson room, I notice another student, a girl I know from school.

I go to the University the next day too, this time I am late. I sit next to a person who I know from my job, he wasn't there the first day.

I carry our maths teacher around on my shoulders, other teachers ask me what's going on. I bring her to our lesson room, let her down, and take a seat, running on desks to it. The female student looks weird at me.

I wake up at what seems to be the biological section, I am in a big glass cage, with a sleeping aligator and a big corncob lying on it. I think "what have I drunk last night", and leave to glass cage.

I am in a sports class, we are going to play soccer with 2 students from another class, I know the both from elementary school.