non-lucid

Dream Lucid Me DC
DG?

I´m in some tower and my group is under attack by our enemies. I have some magic powers including telekinesis and throwing fireballs. We hold back the enemy soldiers, waiting for reinforcements to arrive. I throw some fireballs at them. When there´s no more enemies, I use my telekinetic powers to lock the doors. (And drawers.) We then run away from the tower, when I realize it´s a dream. I remember that I wanted to look for my DG. I see Satan himself standing next to a lake full of lava. I ask if he knows were my guide is. He looks confused. "...My dream guide...?" ,I say. Then he looks like he understands. He says something, but I can´t remember what. He transforms into a small man. His eyes are at the same level as my chest. "Are you my dream guide?" ,I ask. "Yes" ,he says. "So, what´s that thing with the devil?" "Oh, that. At first it was pretty useful, giving all my responsibility to my second personality, but look at it now." "Can I help you with that?" "Nah, I don´t want to bother you." I still end up helping him, and we start to go to random places which I can´t recall. (I also lost lucidity at some point.) I end up hanging over an pool which has dead corpses in it. (I think I saw it before in this dream.) I then see that the corpses come back alive (Not undead.) and start to swim away. Suddenly i´m standing in some large room with several other people. They´re all eating chocolate cake. I find it suspicous that someone spent so much money to buy a bunch of people cakes. (They´re a lie!) There´s an miniature version of the tower from the beginning of the dream on a table. It has an glass ball around the top of it. I see someones face on the glass. I stand up (When did I sit?) and shout "Of course, it´s you!" People in the room get angry and smash the glass, but somehow I know that the man in the glass is not over there. I turn around and see him running away. I tackle him and keep him on the ground untill others come to help me. I wake up.

I am at my best friend's house and my friend, his sister, and my crush are all there. There
is also someone else that somewhat resembles a friend from college. The premise is that I am
no longer a Section Leader in my high school's band which is strange because I never was a
section leader, but the friend from college is taking my place. We have this huge discussion but
I don't remember quite how it went then I go over to the dining room and grab a roast beef
sandwich that is on the table. I eat it, and the dream ends

I am in a classroom and the teacher is collecting work. Most of the students are either, not
there or don't have the work she is collecting so she gets very angry.

That's all I remember

I was moving up the main cross street to my house. The hill gets very steep at one point, and this is a point I'm very familiar with and had many dreams near in the past. As I reached the stop sign, I noticed a car spinning out of control two houses down on a cross street. It slammed into a house and destroyed the front of it with a crashing noise.

I (oddly) immediately went looking for people walking nearby to show what happened. I assembled a small group, all within about 50-ft. I insisted they come take a look at what happened. When we passed the steep part of the street, I noticed it was no longer a street. It was painted red and not wide enough to fit cars. I brushed off the weirdness of that - and walked to the location of the accident. There instead, was a showroom with an awesome looking gray sports car. Press agents were around it taking pictures.

One of the people in my crowd, a blond woman says (in a frustrated tone) "Hey, I thought you said there was an accident!?" To which I replied: "I guess it was a dream."

Another throw away dream but again displays my newly fragmented dreamscape...

I slept a lot again so it was jumpy. Had another FA.

Awake Non-lucid Semi-Lucid

I get up. I'm in my room. A FA? I'm not sure, usually I'm sure I'm dreaming, but my room is totally normal looking. Still, I have a feeling...

I get up, it's very dark as usual. I plug my nose. Am I breathing or not? For some reason it's hard to tell. I push my finger into my hand, but I can't see properly because it's so dark. I walk over to the light switch and push it, but nothing happens. I still feel wary, so I look down at my fingers. I have eight on my left hand. The fingers are unnaturally thin, and the nails very long. I'm dreaming.

Then I woke up, grrr....

I'm outside, again. I wonder around the small park, which is outside of my old house. It's twilight again. The suns rays are golden and warm, but there are only a few hours of daylight left. I look to the sky.

There's a giant eye in the clouds, fixed on me. I don't like it. I have the feeling that I need to do something. The eye is a force, and when there is a force, there is an opposite. (I was reading this in The Hero of Ages book last night before I went to bed. Guess it played into my dreams) What is the opposite? Well if the Eye is bad, then there must be a force out in the sky which is good.

I remain sitting, pondering. Am I all that human? No... I have something that I don't know of... It pops into my head by the other force (Preservation, the Eye is Ruin) that I have the Dragon Spirit! I see it, a ghost of a little red, green and black dragon beside me. But soon it disappears. Can I harness these powers?

[Dreamskip] I'm in my local Asda supermarket. It's very crowded. How can I find my powers here? There are stairs that lead to a second floor. There isn't usually a second floor. Curiously, I go up. The room is very small, and there's a trail of blue oil. With a lot of effort, I manage to clear up the oil using my thoughts. There's a guy there who frowns at me, but says nothing.

[Dreamskip] I can fly. But someone's grabbed me. The man from Asda! He grips me as we fall, clouds flying past. How far are we? We're falling at a terrifying speed. I manage to loosen his grip and send myself upwards. He grabs me again, too tightly, and drags me down again. Eventually we land on a ledge in an old town. Before he can pick himself up, I run.

I run out of town, into a flat kind of field. I can't see to the other side. There are several layers of what look like translucent green nets hanging down, one after the other. They're alive, sent by the Eye to capture me. But I have powers now! They are very difficult to control but I try.

The wind stirs the nets. They blow upwards, and as they do, I duck at super-human speed under one. I continue to do this until I am past them all. I think I am safe, until a net, no, tassles, slowly drift from the sky. The curl around like mist, wrapping itself around me. In fact, there is mist now. I get it off me, grabbing what I came for, which happens to be a small pile of red grapes.

[Dreamskip] I'm back in the park, with my grapes. Feeling a sense of satisfaction at my achievement, I throw grapes into the air and catch them in my mouth. I look back towards the Eye, which is still there.



I'm more curious than frightned now. I jump into a very high tree, and then into the clouds themselves. There are other people there. I now see that it is not an eye, but a face. The face smirks at me. He shows us a pool in the clouds. He says that the one who wills their dragon to push the kayak in there will win.

This will be easy. I look to the boy next to me. He is weak, scared. Ruin favored me! My dragon appears again. "Push" I think to it. Nothing happens. I think again. I try to send my thoughts to my dragon. Nothing happens. The kayak begins to move slightly. I see it is the boys dragon next to me. Aggressive now, I push all of my will to my dragon. The kayak soars forward, and the evil Man in the sky smiles eerily down at me.

Had a dream i was going to a wedding for a girl i knew beck in High school. I hated her. the dream was very ramshackle, and the wedding took place in a museum auditorium. There also this mexican who kept trying to take my damn money, and a man obsessed with looking at narwhals. My mother was there blaming me for all the noise, and when i walked out of the building there was reporters everywhere.

glad i finally woke up

best night ever. my first dream was i was at school, and for some reason i was preparing a party with this guy i know charlie. it was going well, and somehow the school ws connected to my house. we put on music, nd i suggested getting some more, he agreed, then rememered my taste in music, so ran of to get his own, while i tried to get mine. i was running at full bast when suddenly the alarm went of waking me, so i got up and turned it off. i then went back to bed, really wanting to re enter that dream, so i kept repeating to my self, "i will have a lucid dream, i will remember my dream" and then i found myself in my house. exept, on further observasion, it wasnt my house. i turned around. "im dreaming arnt i?"
"yes" a toad in a fez told me. i was amazed how clear and realistic the dream was, only to have it start to fade. i quickly put my hands infront of me and said out lout "increase lucidity" and the drem world became clear again. "congradulations on your first lucit the fez wearing toad told me. "now to help you with glasses. he told me that because i was acustomed to wearing glasses to help me in the real world, if i lost them in the dream relm the world would become un clear. to test, i took them off, and the world became not as clear again, and started to fade, i kept trying to clear the world, but it didnt work. the last thing the toad shouted was "picture yourself without glasses in your dreams!" and i woke up. i now no what all the fuss is about.

any ideas on who the fez wearing toad was would be nice.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at a small party. I sat at a small table, probably in the kitchen. There were a few other people in the kitchen, mingling. The party may have been set up around something specific. But now that specific thing, whatever it had been, was over, and people were getting ready to leave.

Then two black men came into the house. They sat down at the table. They were both light-skinned, and they both had a kind of creepy look. One wore an orange hooded sweatshirt. They seemed to be focused on me, as if they had come here to follow me and see what I was up to.

I had been getting ready to go, but now I was reluctant. I didn't want these guys to think they had creeped me out so that I wanted to leave. But I also didn't want their strange suspicions of me to increase because I left as soon as they came in.

I acted cheerful with a couple of people near me. Then some young boy, who may have been a nephew of mine, started asking the two men a bunch of questions about themselves, ranging from where they came from all the way to serious professional questions. The two men just kept staring forward.

I told the boy not to bother the men with the questions -- even though I mostly wanted the boy to stop asking questions because the professional questions were hitting close to my own profession.

Then somebody, possibly the boy, brought out two brightly colored plastic pigs with twigs coming out their noses. One pig may have been pink. The other pig may have been orange. One of the men may have been upset by the pigs, as if he thought we were calling him a pig by showing him the pigs. One of the men may even have said something along these lines.

Dream #2

I was at "my office," which was much larger and on a much higher floor than my current office. The director of my department had just decided that I was going to work with D, one of my boss' peers, who I don't like. My boss may have been out of the picture altogether.

D walked up to me, gloating because he knew I had to work for him when I didn't like him. He had a Snickers wrapper. He was trying to find the garbage can at my desk so he could throw the Snickers wrapper in my garbage. But he couldn't find the garbage can. So he tried to hand me the wrapper. He leered at me and said, "Here. Throw this away."

I refused to take the wrapper. D even tapped it against my chest. Finally he just threw it on my desk.

Later I was talking to the head of my department, J, who was angry at me because I wouldn't take D's garbage. I was yelling at J that I wasn't going to take anybody's garbage. I finally yelled, "If you want somebody to take care of D's garbage, then fire me and find somebody else!"

I was now in a place like a big conference room. It had window walls and was at the corner of the building. A woman was folding up some sheets that had been on a set of tables in the middle of the conference room. I knew the woman, and she may have looked like one of my aunts. But she was a head of some kind of company.

I helped the woman fold up her stuff and put it in some big, paper shopping bags. I may even have helped her fold paper bags and put them into paper bags, too. As I did this, I asked the woman questions about her life. But I did so in such a way that I sounded reallyy stupid. The woman had a sweet voice, but the annoyance in her voice at how stupid my questions were was obvious.

Now J walked by and saw me helping the woman. I didn't know what he would think. I wasn't willing to help D but I was here helping the woman?

The woman and I had finished putting everything away. I noticed a tray of cookies on a chair near my right knee. The tray had a clear plastic cover. I asked the woman about the cookies as I worked the cover off. The woman told me the cookies were for the guys in Derivatives.

"Oh, Derivatives," I said with admiration, and slowly put the cover back on the tray of cookies.

Dream #3

I was in a crowded space between a line of tables and displays and a wall. The area was part of some big conference hall. There were a lot of people here.

One of my old friends, M, was with me. As I walked forward he walked backward and faced me, talking to me. He was telling me that the pitfall of being a professional photographer was that people always wanted you to take pictures of their spicy pizzas. People, M explained, would throw parties and make their own pizzas for the parties. Then they'd want you to photograph it.

M said that people would hear you were a photographer and they'd ask you to come photograph them, like they had all these great ideas. But then you'd get to their house and they'd be all shy. So they'd just tell you to photograph the spicy pizza they'd just made.

I am outside somewhere in Hamburg, having a physics lesson with my former teacher. We are having a discussion about UFOs, and one of the other students suggests to show us a view which would suggest the silouette of an UFO. He explained how he will fly with a parachute from Flensburg to Hamburg, with big flashlights attached. Our teacher thought it was a good idea. Later we had a break, so I showed the other student a video in which a inline-skater was chased by a bicycle-rider, through a forest. I expirienced the video in first person, as the bicycle rider. We were riding on the trees. After the break was over I rushed back to my seat, I notice a weird device on my desk. Metal plates were binded together with rubber strings, to form something cup-like, but there were holes in it. I wondered if this device was able to act as a Faraday cage, but knew that it would work, because the metal plates are isolated (because of the rubber strings). The dream fades.

It annoys me that I didn't became lucid.
But the device looked interesting, if I think about it a little more, I could improve it to be a Faraday cage, that is able to stretch and morph. Don't steal my ideas!

REAL LIFE NON LUCID

I am a bit frustrated at the moment, as my recall has gone down severely in the last 2 days. This morning I seem to remember having LOADS of dreams, but I can only recall one tiny bit

I was in some sort of strange videogame world and everything was messed up. The grass was a miserable dark purple, and the sky was very grey too. Everything was pretty dull. I was walking towards a stile to get over a fence when a beast (which looked like a deer) attacked me. I managed to kill it somehow, but I warned my fellow gamers who ran towards me. We continued walking until we were behind a house. We talked about how dangerous and depressing it was here.

I was now walking towards an orange glow in the distance. It was sunny now, and everything else was back to normal As I got closer and closer, the orange glow looked more and more like lava. After getting about 100feet from the lava, I saw the large Oak tree in the centre of all the lava, and remembered that I had made this on Minecraft. This brings me to think I was playing Minecraft

There was more to this dream, but I can only remember the second half of it.

I'm at this Vietnamese gathering of some sort. I think it may be a ceremony, although it really isn't too formal. The floor is soft, like the plushy, blue mats you see in gymnastics. The area is lit up and the walls are a light orangish-beige. I remember hearing singers in the beginning part of it; at least, I believe I do, only I wasn't hearing them 'live'. Rather, it's like I was sifting through a mental catalogue, and I would unconsciously choose the artist / song that would be played. I found that this one particular ladies singing was really good, although the memory of this is fuzzy.

This was the first time where I've had a very vivid, clear dream daydream. I was daydreaming about an episode of a drama I have finished watching two or so weeks ago. It's like when you can remember the episode and the exact order of sequences that occurs. Think of that, and then imagine that you are actually fully immersed within' the episode, although it was still in that 3rd person perspective. As the episode was playing through my mind, I could hear the theme song playing vividly in my head.

Getting back to the whole ceremonial scene, a group of 10 or so kids including myself were forced to line up in two rows. For some reason these rows weren't adequate enough, so I was shifted more towards the front. I didn't recognize anyone that I was being lined up with.

After the 'ceremony' was finished, I decided to practice my standing full twists for some reason. I wasn't scared at all in the dream. It may have been the floor, but even then, I have trouble with a simple back tuck in waking life. I don't land the full twists, but they don't really feel as scary as I imagine them to be in waking life. This guy with a rather expensive looking, black camera comes by and greets me. I think this may have been my interpretation of a friend of a friend of mine, who had mentioned something about cameras before, although I have never met him in real life.

For some strange reason I decide to leave. As I'm walking outside, a person I know from real life passes me and asks if I'm coming with him. We're standing on this large, rectangular area of flooring. Where he is headed, I see a path that veers to the left into a hallway. Soft, dull brown rug covers the floor, and I sense that we are a few floors above ground level. I ignore him and continue to walk past him until I stumble upon a little shop. My dad and his friend are there. My dad notices that I'm wearing my old watch, and asks me why I'm not wearing the new one I've gotten recently. I told him the new one was in my shirt pocket because I was going to do 'something' and I didn't want it to break. The answer didn't seem to satisfy my father, and he and his friend both seemed suspicious of me. I expect. He asks me what "something" I could possibly be doing at this place. I don't reply.

As we head outside the shop, I tell to the camera guy that I'd gotten close to being caught. We're outside now. It's fairly sunny, and there is a pre-dominant beige amongst the building walls that surrounded us, and the buildings that loomed in the near distance past a cross walk. I ask Adam how much he knows about tricking. He states something like, "it doesn't look cool" and that he doesn't know much of it. I begin to explain to him what it is as we cross the street. My alarm rings, and I wake up.

For a long time I've had Resident Evil themed dreams. Since Dead Space 2 came out, I've started having Dead Space dreams. I think its interesting because I loved Alien & Aliens, but rarely ever had dreams about them.

I was in a social dream with people I don't recall. I walked down a hall way to find a bedroom that was massively gritty and futuristic. Lo and behold, I had the Detonator which launches proximity mines. It was the last weapon I purchased before going to bed and I hadn't used it yet verses any Necromorphs. The mines have three aqua colored lasers and the weapon was as realistic in the dream as it is in the game.

I was now alone in a space station of tremendous detail and nearly identical to the game. I eventually came to a wall that was covered in bloody tentacles and gore. I launched a proximity mine directly in front of it, and it exploded when the wall began to undulate.

What's interesting is that I hadn't yet seen a wall like this while playing Dead Space 2. Shortly after resuming my game the next day I did.

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2/16/2011

Nonlucid

There is a black van speeding then abruptly stopping in front of a store in a mini mall. The store looks out-of-business with no signs in the windows. Out of the van jump a few members of a swat team and the local Mayor [no mayor I have ever seen]. The portly Mayor runs with the team into the store and leave the driver out in the van. Once inside the police go into a smaller room like an office room and the door closes behind them but the Mayor is out in the larger part of the store turned warehouse. There are washers and driers inside like its all in storage. The Mayor now by himself starts pacing and wiping his face in fear of it all. There is some kind of hostage situation he is being protected from. The Mayor in a panic starts talking to himself but without making any noise while the police are in the room listening to their radios.
Outside in the van the driver fears one of the bad guys may be scoping him out and calls for backup over the radio.
The biggest cop (nearly 7 feet tall) comes out catching the Mayor silently talking to himself an gives the Mayor a big pat on the shoulder as if to say "It'll be OK, don't worry so much." then he goes outside.

This whole dream was very random and very vivid. I attribute the vividness to the peanut better I am eating. I've heard this works from one of DVs threads and it sure is for me.

Kinda disturbing dream tonight during a nap.

It started off relatively simple, I was exploring some large grassland like area and it slowly turns into the game Final Fantasy 7. I'm walking into different towns and talking to people. Slowly it turns back into reality and I'm part of this story about some guy who has become all powerful and hates the world or something. He's climbing to the top of one of those big metal power line towers at some point.

I don't really know how it gets to this, but the most vivid part of the dream is me running to the edge of a cliff with this giant monster, kind of a giant spindly manlike thing, off to the side climbing down a power line tower, murdering countless people. I'm part of a huge mass of people who are frantically running around screaming, most of them are going the other way but I'm going in the direction of the monster because for some reason I know I have to get to the cliff behind him. He climbs to the bottom of the tower (slicing up people who happen to be hanging from the tower) and begins walking towards me. Luckily he focuses on smashing the people around me and I make it past him. Limbs are flying everywhere and the gore looks like the chopped bbq chicken we use for chicken tacos. I think I'm home free for the cliff, and suddenly he turns around and runs at me.

I'm just about at the edge of the cliff but hes right behind me. I jump, and suddenly I turn my head in the head and his enormous face is on the edge of the cliff right behind me, and he lets out a huge burp. I think for some reason that this is supposed to kill me, and realizing I'm in a video game, I pause everything and save it. I then proceed to load other games, one that involves immediately getting vaporized by a beam of fire.

Now the dream changes into me and my friend reading a book about the situation. We think this is amusing story and call my other friend over to show him. He does not find it as funny. I wake up.

Just remembered another completely different dream I had. It involved our campus and my friend M. For some reason she is being pursued by a lynch mob and is hiding around campus. At various points during the dream we forget this and go out. At some poitn I believe we kissed. We decide to go to this show where we sit together relatively close to the front and I keep getting chosen to do things on stage. They tell me backstage that I'm supposed to play an impossibly stacked beer pong game and when I lose I'm supposed to get beaten (and actually hurt). I'm nervous but for some reason I decide to do it, wondering how the audience will react. However, the other guys suck at beer pong and just begin dropping the ball in my cups. Then by some wierd dream logic I find a technicality, do the same to them, and convince them I won the game. I forget where it goes from here, but I know I don't get beaten, so I guess all is well.

I was visiting my mother at her house. I noticed several large crates and boxes sitting around filled with fruit. I asked about them and discovered that my little brother was selling them. I briefly considered buying some plums, but then I noticed one of the boxes had a dog in it. It was an English bulldog who was rather large for her breed, about the size of a labrador. I bought her instead. I named her Missy and started walking home (which is impossible IRL) carrying the box with Missy in it.
Outside, the weather was terrible. It was overcast and terribly windy. As I rounded a corner onto the street I lived on, I was walking into the wind. Holding the box, I couldn't walk, so I set the box down on the edge of the street and continued to walk, intending to get my car and come back to get her. (Note: I would never do something like this IRL) A couple guys I know from work (we'll call them S and H) were walking behind me and called me to get my attention. As I turned to see them, I saw a car rounding the corner. The drove wide and I saw them heading for the box. I screamed "Don't run ove my dog!" but the car's tires went over the box anyway. The box tumbled in one direction and Missy in another. I ran over to make sure she was okay, and it turned out her paw was the only thing that was hurt. H offered to give us a ride to the vet, then I woke up.