non-lucid

This wasn't a very vivid dream, but an awesome one.

I met with my friend coty at the top of this cliff and we where talking for awhile. I said "hey coty I bet I could beat you down this cliff". We both take off running, as we get to this huge drop off I jump and slide down the hole thing and coty jumps straight off of it and lands on his feet, looked as if he like broke his leg but he just kept running. We where both running faster then the normal average human speed, so it was pretty awesome. When we got to the end I searched for coty on a radio, I have no idea why it was on a radio, lol, but it was. Anyways on the radio I couldn't find him alls I saw was pictures of people from my school.

I have had this dream before
I am on the grounds of some massive building. I am with my best friend. We were doing
something but I don't quite recall. I come up to a small road going up to the building where
a red firetruck is parked. There is also an armored truck, and my friend and I are to make
sure that nothing happens to whatever is inside this truck. Suddenly, another firetruck comes
rushing down the drive and smashes into the back of the armored truck. Two guys get out and
start trying to get at whatever we are protecting and somebody yells "stop them" or something.
We do not have any kind of substantial weaponry we get in the firetruck and the dream ends.
Hopefully I will be able to get something more in-depth as this is a recurring dream.

I am in my room with the light on and I hear my dad say to my mom as they come
up the steps, "Why is Wesley's on?". My mom replies. "Because he's in there". Suddenly,
my dad flips shit, saying that I shouldn't be here. Apparently he had kicked me out of
the house for some reason. He comes over to my door and stands there menacingly.
He says something about having told me not to come back and becomes aggressive. I
begin to fear for my life and grab my hunting knife and flick it open. The dream ends
with my dad and I staring each other in the face.

I am walking down a road and my best friend rolls up in an Aston Martin DB9.
He says hop in, so I go around the other side and we drive down this woodsy
highway. After a little driving, we stop at a mall and go in. I don't remember
what happened after that.

I am at my house for the day and my mom is just getting ready to go to work.
I will be home alone and for some reason, I would never do this, I go down to the
basement, while she is still here, and grab a box and load it with as many types of
alcohol I could find. Namely beer. I take the box up to my room. My mom leaves
and I grab a can of beer and start drinking it while on my laptop. I think about calling
my friend, Kurt, to come have a beer but decide not to. Instead, I call my best friend
and forget about the alcohol and go down to his house across the street. We meet
up and go for a drive. Obviously, he is driving. We are riding down some back roads
when the dream ends.

They say that keeping a dream journal will help you to remember your dreams and also have lucid dreams, so I have decided to start one.

Last night, I dreamt about a mildly famous, gay, internet personality. He took my brother and I to McDonalds. This guy goes behind the counter and gives sexual favours to the person serving us. I don't know who he is or why that's happening but it's common knowledge that the McDonald's employee is quite dirty.
We receive our order in a massive paper bag. My brother can't carry it from the top because it's too big so I carry it from underneath.
All the fries are sitting on the top and poking out of the bag, right under my nose.

As we walk out, we come to a spaghetti-western style town and I've lost my McDonald's. We are now with our Nonna walking down a very familiar path. We've all been there before.
Nonna stops and take several large £1 coins from her purse (each coin is bigger than her palm) and she puts it in a charity box for an animals charity. I make sure she hands the box into the asian shop next to her so the money doesn't get stolen.
She speaks to the shop keeper in an asian language I don't know, but somehow I understand her. She says, 'And a pound for you' as she hands the shop keeper a pound.
A homeless man casually walks into the shop and opens the till. He takes ten pounds and walks out. Everyone watches him but makes no attempt to stop him.

Outside I talk to my brother. He tells me he is sick of living with Nonna because he has no freedom and he wants to move out. He feels he can't do anythign for fear of upsetting her. I think to myself that he should wait until he finishes university as he only has one semester left. But I wake up to my 7am alarm before I can tell him.

Plans: My plans for this night involved becoming lucid, as usual, and meeting up with MoSh to continue a much neglected series of Hogwarts dreams that we had been having a while back that involved the two of us in the Tri-School Wizard Tournament. We had completed two of the tasks… one where we had to make our way across an obstacle range, and another where we had to sneak past a dragon to grab a golden egg, much like the first task in the book Goblet of Fire. Other tasks included the other Hogwarts, where I was supposed to be teaching a class… Q says we can use a bit of time travel to pick up where we left off in both of the Hogwarts worlds… and also to complete tasks from the TotY on DV, the tasks for LPTC, tasks of the month on DV and MM… my own list of goals… wow… o.O

Epic Fail
I am at school, sitting at my desk, waiting for class to start. The instructor is Mr. Chappell, also known as Mr. C, and he is actually one of my favorite instructors. He is passing papers back out, announcing everyone's grade, and I am in line to get mine. I peek ahead and see an 84% on my paper. When I get to the front he hands mine back silently, I wonder why he didn't announce my grade. He says he didn't think I would want him to, I look and see the paper has a 54% on it… an 'F' when I had seen a 'B' there earlier! I ask why the low grade, he says I didn't answer the question properly. I take out the assignment sheet and show him that I did, and I answered it following my notes. He says I didn't even take notes, I say I did so. He says to show them to him, so I go back to my seat and get the notes. I say my paper should at least earn a 'C' even if I did misunderstand the assignment. He reluctantly boosts my grade to a 70%, and says everyone who got an 'F' on the assignment will now get a 'C' instead.


My Last Breath
Note: This one fulfills the Mortal Mist Basic Challenge for the month of February, which is to meet dreambot or, alternatively, to complete one of your own goals. Healing the Longbottoms has been a goal of mine that I have attempted in the past, tonight I completed it!

I am at Hogwarts, the one where I am a student, and I am at the breakfast table. I eat waffles… yum… I am lucid, so I eat plenty of them with lots of butter and syrup since I don't have to count points for these. Just as a note, I am on the Weight Watchers program, so I count points for everything I eat. I finish and wander over by the Gryffindor table to see if MoSh is there. Neville is saying he will be out of the school for the day, but since it is Sunday, it isn't important. He is telling Harry and Hermione this. Maybe he's going to St. Mungo's to visit his parents… perfect opportunity. I follow him, and he does go to St. Mungo's. I follow him to his parents' room, but he sees me before he goes in. He seems embarrassed that I found him there, asks me not to tell anyone. I say he shouldn't be embarrassed of the condition in they're in, but proud of the fact they stood their ground in the face of such opposition. And now it is time for them to be healed. He looks questioning, but I say I have been trying to heal them, and I think he is the key to breaking through, will you help me? Of course he will! Though he doesn't seem too hopeful… We go in, the healers are glad to see both of us, I use the song My Last Breath by Evanescence. I encourage Neville to help me with the spell, he joins in, and it seems he is a natural healer, contributing much energy to the spell. We use it on his mother first, she recognizes him, and there is a brief tearful reunion. That can wait, one healing left to do. We use the song on his father with similar results. Now there is a three-way tearful reunion from which I quietly excuse myself. I figure that is a private moment, and I don't really want to be part of it anyway.


The Secret of the Egg
Back at Hogwarts, the one where I am a student, sitting at the dinner table is when Dumbledore brings up the subject of the tournament again. He says he hopes we are all making good progress on decoding the messages our eggs have to give us. Draco is beside me and he mutters that the egg sounds like someone torturing a hippogryph rather than a message any human could understand… I remember that the way to listen to the egg is underwater. I want to see if MoSh is there this time, so I wander over to the Gryffindor table. Neville is excitedly telling anyone who will listen that his parents are better and they will be visiting next weekend, he can't wait for everyone to meet them. MoSh is also there, as is Asuka, they are sitting next to each other getting a bit too touchy-feely for a public school… and if it wasn't for Neville, they would probably be gathering an audience. I say hi to MoSh, and he says hello, I ask if they have listened to their egg yet. He says no, this is the first time he has been back, Harry has been procrastinating, and Hermione has yet to figure it out. She has been spending her time researching all the strangest languages she could possibly think of. Of course that doesn't do it. We decide to listen to the egg in the lake, since there are both men and women in each group. I tell Draco I have an idea for the egg, and we go down to the lake. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and MoSh are there, too. I briefly think Ron is like a lost puppy following the others around even though he is not in the tournament. Draco thinks this is a weird place to take the egg. I tell him to get in the water with me, then duck under. He looks at me like he thinks I am nuts. Harry and Ron also think MoSh is nuts, but a look of realization is dawning on Hermione's face. She says of course, the density of the water will alter the sound the egg makes… maybe it's not a foreign language after all. We get in the water and go under, I open my egg. It is indeed speaking English now, it describes how to get to the bottom of the lake, follow a maze of passages, and get to the goal. Draco has to surface a few times for air, I breathe water without even thinking about it. When I surface, Draco asks if I am part fish… how long can I hold my breath, anyway? Ron, Harry, and Hermione are staring wide-eyed at MoSh, still underwater, and then he surfaces. Ron is stunned, he says, "Blimey! I've never seen anyone but a fish stay underwater that long!" To top it off, neither MoSh nor I are even winded. I can breathe water to get to the goal, I will have to figure out some way for Draco to do it. MoSh will be able to help Harry and Hermione better than any gillyweed!


Until It Sleeps
I am at the Hogwarts where I am supposed to teach a class, but I have absolutely no idea what I am supposed to be doing because I can't remember where in the curriculum the class is right now! I look through a book called Out of the Darkness by Raven Knight as the students are coming into the class, I figure I haven't taught them any healing spells yet, so I will start with that. I open the book to the song Until It Sleeps by Metallica. I explain the use of the song to the class… how it can be used to calm rage and anger from someone's heart, put the rage and anger to sleep. I also explain that if someone is doing horrible things because they are in pain, not physical pain, but internal pain… emotional pain, spiritual pain… this song will take that pain away. After the song, they will go back to acting like their true selves. Of course if their true self happens to be an asshole, they will still be an asshole after the song. It won't change that. It is meant to heal someone, not to transform who they really are, since that is a choice everyone has a right to make for themselves. I show the spell to everyone in the class, and this goes smoothly with no unexpected difficulties.

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Horror of drugs (That aren't marijuana)

I was in a big parking lot on the side of a highway. I was there to make a drug deal with two other people that I didn't know. I kept getting nervous because cars kept driving really fast through the parking lot. I kept thinking that one of them would be a cop. We were about to give up on finding the drugs, when one of the people I was with saw it. He reached his hand down a gutter and pulled out a plastic bag full of adderall pills.

Later, time skipped some and I had taken some adderall at my house. I felt sped up and kind of light headed. My old friend JP had come over, which was strange because our friendship ended on pretty bad terms. I knew that he had come over, but I couldn't find him anywhere in the house. I knew something was wrong, so I went out into the garage and JP was sitting in my car, in the passenger side seat. In the driver seat there was a little girl who JP was helping smoke out of my pipe. She had blond hair and looked as though she was two to three years old. I had never seen her before.

I opened the car door and grabbed the pipe from the girl, putting it in my pocket. I put out my hand towards the plastic bag full of pills that JP was holding, but he held back. I told him that he could keep the pills. I didn't want them because I could get in trouble with them. I then picked up the girl and felt her shaking. She had smoked crushed up adderall pills out of my pipe. I asked JP how much she had smoked. I forgot what he said. I told him how bad it was and that I may have to take her to the hospital. When I said this I looked at the girl to make sure she didn't understand what I was saying. I asked him if he did it just to get back at me or something.

He said "Honestly, yes."

I then told him that I wouldn't be the one paying for it and that it was worse for the little girl than me.

He was now in the back of my car and three girls were in the car with him. At this point the little girl had disappeared from my hands. I asked them why they didn't stop him and they all they said that they didn't know it was harmful. I called them all names over and over. I started to leave to go inside and they followed me to the door. They all started to look pretty nervous as I threatened how much trouble they would be in. I went in and walked past my parents in the living room going straight to my room. I held the pipe in my pocket to make sure it didn't fall out. I would put it away before I told my parents what was going on.

Strange club

I was with this girl who needed to get home to Texas from where we were at. She had blond, shoulder length hair and blue eyes. I think we were in a major city in California. We had maybe come from Yellowstone. We hadn't traveled very far though, so my dream logic must have failed me and thought that California was close to Yellowstone.

I started to drive her out into the city a bit to find a hotel. Later she told me that the next day I would need to drive her to Iowa to catch a plane home. I told her that I couldn't and that she would have to take a bus or something. For some reason I felt scared to not take her. After I told her that I couldn't take her she said that she had no reason to live. She turned into an old woman with messy, gray hair and went out in traffic, getting hit by a vehicle. She splattered into a white liquid material after being hit.

Time skipped and I then ended up in this club in the same city. It was just a huge slab of concrete with people dancing everywhere. I found a section that was for gay people and everybody said that it was where I belonged. There was a train of eight to ten guys rubbing against each other. Most of them were old, black men. I didn't really feel comfortable with this. I tried to leave but was frozen and couldn't move for a second. I finally got away from it.

I sat down next to some other people. Then a person started to speak to us from a stage at the front. He told us that the brown squares on the floor were made of something special. He let us guess for a while what they were made out of and some of the people around us thought it something dangerous. He then said that if there were any thieves that he was afraid they would take what it was. He then revealed to us that the brown squares were marijuana. The people around me tore some of the pieces from the floor and said they were taking some home.

I then grabbed my suitcase and started to leave. It fell open though and I noticed that another suitcase had been inside of it. This suitcase was unzipped and I could see that it was completely empty. I hadn't packed any of my clothes when I left Yellowstone and was scared I would have to go back to where I was to get them. I thought about calling my parents to ask what I should do.

My dreams weren't so blurry because I got less sleep, but still a decent amount. Is 7.5 hours the lucky amount?

Awake Non-lucid

I'm in a large, white room. There are maps on the walls, each country a different colour. I don't glimpse much before my dad walks in. "I'm starting a project." He says, his voice booming, the acoustics of the room amplifiying it. "I'm learning the languages of Denmark, France, and Korea."

I frown. My dad is not the language type. Neither am I, in fact. "Why?" I ask slowly, studying a map, one which my dad has unpinned from a wall and spread onto a table.

After marking Denmark, France and Korea with a pen, he turns to me. "Because they are all similar." He turns back to the map. I smuggle a laugh, I don't know much about each country, but I don't think they're similar... Still, I quite like the sound of the project to be honest, and think I'll join him with it.

[Dreamskip] I'm outside, it's very sunny and I'm looking at a green lawn. There's a blonde man there. Coming from the middle of his back is a large blue braid of hair, like a tail. It's tied around a post, keeping him still.

[Dreamskip] I'm in what seems to be a hall made of dirt. The blonde man is there, and so are other people. He says that this is our home now. I get an odd feeling about him, but I decide to trust him anyway. I think he's helping my dad with his project or something.

I look around. The mud is a brownish red. The red is strangely bright in one particulaur area. I kneel down on my heels, and draw my fingers through.

I'm horrified to find a pale, bare foot. I search more and find other bodyparts. I turn to the blonde man, who is watching me with dark eyes. "What the hell is going on?" I shout at him.

"The man we killed, there is no way of disposing a body without the police finding it. So I cut him up and brought him with us."

Man we killed? I don't remember, but I think he's telling the truth. He fiddles with his tail. "When we have to move again, what then?" I hiss.


He shrugs, glanceing away and then looking back. "We'll take the body with us. We cannot be found by the police..."

I snort. This is such a depressing situation. He totally fucked it up. If it were me I would have burned the body and gotten as far away as possible. After a bit more thinking, I start to have doubts. I don't know what they could use to trace a burned body, but they probably could.

I hear banging from somewhere outside the hall. I only need to watch the terror on the blonde man's face to know they've found us.

Lucid-Non Lucid-Comments-Dialogue

Prologue:

This is probably one of the best dreams I've had in ages, in that it lasted what I perceived to be a day ,the downside is that length messes with my recall, I think if I interpreted it correctly its highly significant. There is this girl IRL who has been messing with me and I couldn't stop thinking about her to the point where I think I was obsessed. So during the day I decided to let go because of the way I was reacting, it wasn't healthy.


Going Away:

This same night I had a dream that we hooked up and had the best time ever.
We did so much shit that I cant even recall most of it,
but it included museums,rollercoasters, movies, parks and fountains which took almost the whole day. Then during the evening we were walking hand-in-hand down a city street, when she suggested that-

"we should go away for a bit".
"you mean on on Holiday?.
".....yeah".
"ok".

So we walked into some shopping centre to buy our tickets.

"their on aisle 5".

So I looked up, and the signs said that aisle 5 was down the corridor,
but as I started to walk she tapped me on the shoulder and said-

"Its right here".

Pointing to my right, where sure enough I saw rows of office spaces and one of them had 5 on it ( What I was thinking at this point was- how come she knows where we are going?, coz I sure don't!, and I have never been to this shopping centre!)

The scene changes to after we had bought the tickets and had booked a room in the hotel/shopping centre.
I didn't even care that we had separate beds I was too happy. Then she says-

"I'm leaving...for a bit".

"ok"

I thought she needed something from the shops.
So I'm sitting on one of the beds and start reflecting on what just happened as I think out loud-

" Its funny that after I let her go and abandoned all hope, that's when we finally get together"-

Hold on!, so I looked around the room and became lucid but it was too late. I woke up sad that I had spent a whole day in a dream that I thought was real this was too cruel.

Summary:

This dream was on my mind the whole day so I had time to break it down. What I came up with is this- As soon as I made the mental decision to stop with my mini obsession, my subconscious took it upon itself to give me one last moment with my perception of her which was basically perfection. But even this moment was laced with clues.

Firstly, she suggested that "we should go away" Not "I" but "we" meaning that she was taking me with her, but of-course this cant be,so we go deeper meaning a part of me was going with her "away" which in this case means the part that held all these hopes, fears and obsessions about her would be gone.

Secondly, I don't know why there was a time skip between buying the tickets and booking the room but my theory is that there were two-me's and I was given the opportunity to view what was happening through both perspectives, one part going away and one part left behind hence the feelings of being led and not knowing what's going on. Maybe I had become comfortable with that part of me so he was reluctant to leave.

Thirdly, in the room scene the beds symbolised the separation either it was just about to be done or it had already been done and I was viewing things from the "me" that was going to be left behind.

And lastly, she didn't come back!. I will have to wait and see if she makes any appearances in my future dreams and how my subconscious reacts.

After breaking it down I honestly felt like this is what happened because a wave of happiness descended upon me because It was like my subconscious did it in such an enjoyable way allowing me to spend time with my perception of her in such vividness that I truly believed I was awake.

Goals:
1- Thank subconscious.

I was going to the shops to buy tomatoes. But the line stretched out the door and in a circle around the parking lot. I figured fuck it, I could buy tomatoes tomorrow.

Then I was in somebody's house where a radio was playing. I was fiddling with those old Crush Gear toys, sending them around an arena; and a man was talking about a mysterious feature on a Futurama DVD where you could select one of Fry's posters. It made a strange noise and none of the DVD staff knew about it. As he talked about the strange noise the radio emitted a horrible screech (and it was horrible. It didn't belong in the dream. Thinking about it now I'd almost relate it to Castaneda's accounts of inorganic beings, for that's what it felt like. An inorganic alien, poking into my dream.) which hurt my ears. Then it changed to play Dave Holland. Soon after I woke up.

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I'm in a car with a DC that seems to be my friend. We just got out of school (I think). We're going to a record store to apply for a job. He drops me off and I walk in. It doesn't really look like a record store, there are shelves of other things, like socks. The owner of the store greets me like we've meet before.

He shows me a vinyl of Pullhair Rubeye by Avey Tare and Kria Brekkan. (in real life this album is backwards, so the normal record the songs are reversed and if you want to actually listen to the song forwards, you have to reverse it on an audio program or something).
I say "I'd buy it if I had a way to reverse it, do you know how?" (in real life, someone that had the vinyl version of this asked this question in a forum I was reading last night and someone linked to a youtube video of how to make a record play backwards)
He shows me a reverse switch on the record player, so he flicks it and plays the record. It doesn't sound like it does in real life, it's just basically white noise that sounds kind of like music. He explains why it doesn't sound like I thought it would, something about how the speed of the record reaches your ears. I accept this explanation.

My friend comes in and he wants to by some socks for his little brother. The man shows him some socks and he decides to buy them.

I didn't apply for the job, but I got it anyway. It doesn't turn out to really be much of a job, just hanging out and talking about music. The record store gets bigger and turns into something like a warehouse along the way. There's a group of people that work here with me, one a friend from real life that I haven't seen in a while, Zoe. We watch some rap video on a big screen. I don't remember the song, but the video consists of a guy in really big clown shoes stomping his feet. A member of the group says its a nice remix.
We read some music newspapers that are up on the wall, there's an article about Ke$ha. The headline reads "Do you think Ke$ha will cause the third world war?". It's a serious article. I make a joke about how horrible autotune is and that it's going to be the cause of the war. We sit at a table and discuss Ke$ha, her music and if she's a bad influence on kids. There's a whole survey about her and we start to discuss the questions.
"Maybe if her parents loved her more she would make better music." I say (I don't think this in real life, lol although I don't like her music)
this causes an argument about parenting.
We talk about Kesha some more.

After this, we have circle time and talk about ourselves. I can't remember exactly what was said here.

I see a sign at the front of the warehouse/music store by the door that says something like "RIP David Bowie". Looking back on this, I should have realized that it was a dream because I couldn't actually read the words, I just knew what it meant.
"He died?" I say
"Yeah. It's pretty sad news." says the record store owner
"I totally called this! I knew he would be the next to die, after Michael Jackson and whats-his-name. You know, that old black guy singer, he judged on America's Got Talent."
"George Shopez?" says the record owner (my subconcious' version of George Lopez I guess lol)
"Yeah, him! I knew Bowie was gonna be the next to die. "

After this, I go out into the driveway and push a cart into the warehouse. I stop randomly to do a reality check. I count all my fingers on one hand, because my other hand is on the cart. all 5 are there and look normal. "Yep, it's real life." I think to myself. Looking back, I should have stopped and thought about my surroundings but everything seemed so natural at the time.

I continue with what I'm doing and leave the warehouse. I go to the dream car, but now my old best friend from real life who had a similar car to the one we were driving before is waiting for me. "I gotta get my backpack!" I say and go back to the warehouse. The dream ends.




After waking up I felt kind of stupid for failing the reality check. I'm going to try to be more careful next time and think about what I'm doing.

Things start off with my parents and I hiking a mountain. We just seem to be hiking and I don't know why. Eventually we get to a house and apparently we "are there" like we had a destination in mind. I don't want to go into the house so I keep hiking. I am reaching the top and start to get some weird vibes, but I continue on. When I reach the top some strange dog-like creatures appear and start to chase me. There are some ordinary dogs, but there are also these muscular, stripped dogs that are much scarier. I run back to the house and make it just in time and slam the door as a dog is jumping at me. I yell at my step dad and he gets an assault rifle to kill them. He goes outside and starts shooting at them. For some reason he shoots at their feet. Eventually they go away and I want to go hiking again. I start out and things change and I am in a jungle setting. Up ahead I see a group of elephants walking upright and talking. I over hear that they are seeking some treasure so I follow them without them knowing. Eventually, I end up in some cave. I think the elephants are with me but it was quite vague at this point. The cave is like a puzzle and you have to walk around on these steps that go in order. It is difficult and I have to be very acrobatic. It reminds me of a jump map (kz) from counter-strike. Eventually I get to a portion of the course that has an electrified handle that I must grasp in order to continue. I focus on this for a bit, but the dream fades quickly.