non-lucid

I was in my town and there were 2 armies marching up the town. My whole dream was black and white. I suddenly found myself marching among those soldiers. Everything looked like it was from old times. The soldiers were holding a rifles with bayonets and they were wearing those weird hats. I was talking to someone who was supposedly my brother and I was telling him something about joining other army and stuff like that. Suddenly I find myself walking with some woman and I was holding an umbrella. The woman had a white hair and she was dressed like a princess. While walking with her I met my brother and he said something to me.

I was in a car with my friend. We were driving around the town and then we went towards the school. It was sunny outside. I noticed that I am wearing a t-shirt. I started to feel cold. My friend accelerated towards the walls of school and then stepped on brake. There were lot of people I know around that school. We turned around and suddenly I noticed my other friend in a car. We started talking where should we go next...

Dream - Lucid

I was at work, but I don't think I was on the clock. I saw Chris come in, and was trying to avoid him seeing me. I only saw his back, though. Never saw his face. He was standing in line wearing a black polo. I ran to the back, and there were dishes soaking in pink sanitizer in the first of the 3 big dish sinks. Usually they soak in the 3rd sink, though there were dishes also soaking in pink sanitizer in the 3rd sink as well. There was a guy working back there, setting many dishes in the 1st sink. I looked in the sink, and every dish that was in there was cracked and breaking. The guy didn't seem to notice. I started to freak out. Every time he'd pull one out, it would crumble and break. I went and got my boss. I told her she wasn't going to like what I was going to tell her. I showed her, and she said they had been having that problem all day. Apparently, the excess sanitizer was causing the dishes to break. I took some of the dishes out, or rather, pieces of dishes.

Then, Caitlin called me up and told me she wanted me to be maid of honor at her wedding. She was supposed to marry a guy we knew awhile back named Jarred. I was confused, because I thought Courtney was supposed to marry him (they dated back in high school). I told her I would be honored to do it. The ceremony was on Friday.

I then went back out into the dining room at work, and saw Chris's back again. He was sitting down, drinking a double shot of espresso. I went back into the back to avoid a confrontation.

I talked to Caitlin again, and she said she wasn't going to marry Jarred anymore, because he moved to New York with some girl, but they were still going to have a ceremony/party.

~

I was at school, taking (another) statistics class. Caitlin was in it with me. I commented on the teacher, and how I had had her before, and since she was very Chinese, it was very hard to understand her. The teacher started to teach and write on the white board. I looked at her again a little later, and she had turned into this very southern, red-headed woman I know that frequents the coffee shop. Still couldn't understand much of what she was saying.

Then, I was walking down the hall of what looked like my old middle school, trying to find my literature class. It was room 306, and I was in the 340's. I went down to the other side of the hallway, and found it. A girl I went to middle/high school with, Lauren, was there. She was commenting on some guy she was dating. I thought that was interesting, since she had been married and had a kid. I assumed they had split, and I didn't ask any questions. I also saw Nick, a guy I had briefly dated in middle school and had a quiet falling out with last year. He ignored me completely.

I entered the room, and the desks were pushed together in groups of 5 or so. There were few seats left, and Lauren invited me to sit with her. There wasn't a chair there, so I got one from another group and positioned it under the desk. The legs of the chair had to fit under it in a certain way, it was weird. The male professor started to lecture about some weird stuff, and drew a diagram of the inside of a mouth on the board. He was explaining how, to be good at literature, you had to talk a certain way and position your tongue a certain way. I copied the diagram, which had a weird, sparkly, optical illusion look to it on the board, and on my paper. I thought about the class, and how I had skipped it many times. I zoned out of the lecture.

Not gonna lie, I am so sick of dreaming about work and school. When I'm not there, I'm dreaming about it. Ugh. -_-

Ok last nights dreams...

Blizzard

I was queuing at the bus stop on my uni camps and there were a lot of people. The queue was really long. There were these groups of school kids that were walking by us every so often as in the dream there was a school not far from campus. I was remembering how glad I was that I didnt have to go to school anymore. I was with a couple of my uni flat mates and we decided we were fed up waiting. In the distance I could see this plane and I knew that was where we needed to go. Once I got there I was on my own once more. I waited for a while wondering where the piot was and then got fed up andclimbed inside the plance. However, once I was inside I relaised it was not a plane I was in. I was in some kind of room, with stone walla and a stone floor. It was cold. There were these speerate vehicles that could seat three people. Then my friends reappeared. There were five of us so two would go in one and three in the other. Maisie and Hannah were in one and Becca made some comment how we were not going to all fit in there as Maisie is big and Emily (me) has big hips. It was very random. We did squeeze in. Then Becca dissapeared and it was just the three of us. I don't know where Jasmine got to. It turned out we were in a a boat os some kind and our destination was across this expanse of water. But it was very heavily snowing and dangerous. We all set out into the water without really thinking and got very lost. It was white in every direction, couldn't see a thing, and was freezing. I then said shouldn't we have waited till this man? arrived or told someone we were going before setting off. I only then realised how stupid we were being. Somehoe we managed to get back to the cold stone wall (which opened out at the front into the sea like some kind of harbour. There was snow partially overing the floor in the room and on the counters. This leader (man) had arrived by the the time we got back and we pretended that we hadn't even set out. He got us all hot drinks. haha.

Gorilla!

This is another dream fragment that sticks out in my mind. I was with a dream mother and father. The only resemblance to real life parents was that were arguing a lot. The woman wasnt happy and wanted to leave the man. (real life seeping into dream) Slightly. Then the dream gets increasingly strange. So far the setting has been within a large house. There are some gardens across the top of the house. Within one of these inclosed spaces a large gorilla is kept. The woman goes and 'speaks' to the gorilla and then leaves. The fencing is very small around the gardens, and only now the gorilla jumps out and bounds off down the roads. I then leave the house and walk into a supermarket where I meet my parents, different people in the dream, but these resemble my real life parents. I tell them how a gorilla is loose and they say they heard on the news. I say how scared I am. It could be anywhere. And were really near where it was let out.

NOTES/NON-LUCID/LUCID

Alright, so I consider this 'Day 1' of my attempt to have a lucid dream within the next week, since I am off work and can devote time to lucid dreams.

No lucid dream last night, but at least I have some recall. Hopefully that will improve throughout the week as well.

I was someplace far away from home with a group of friends, and it was time to go home. We loaded up in the car and drove off, but in only a couple hours (which passed like seconds, but the car clock said it had been hours) it was getting close to time to eat, so we started looking for restaurants to stop at. We attempted to stop at several, but something or another would cause us to leave. Sometimes they were closed, sometimes the service was deplorable, and sometimes we'd just plain decide we wanted something different. This went on for several more hours until finally we found someplace where we could actually stay and eat. The day was already ending at that point. I commented that we had not made much progress, and everyone kind of just nodded and kept eating . When we were done, and back in the car, we drove down the street the restaurant was on, rounded a corner...and then, to my shock, I recognized the road we were on. Somehow we'd made it back home while we were searching for restaurants!

The dream faded out then, and I soon woke up. I tried to DEILD or WILD, but no luck. Eventually I did fall asleep for another hour, but it was dreamless.

Failed RC

I am walking down a hallway in part of a much longer dream. This leads into a sort of place that is reminiscent of the food section of a fair. I recognize this as a dreamsign, and think that I had better do a reality check. I pinch my nose and try to breath. I can't but I try harder and for a little longer to be sure. I still can't breathe.

I think about trying to fly, but there are too many people around. I figure I would look silly trying to jump into the air, so I just decide to rely on the nose pinch RC.

Anyway, I continue walking in blissful ignorance down the hallway, and come to a set of stairs. Down these stairs is a little courtyard where supposedly I always go to get away from the crowded city. I don't remember it from real life, but I do know that there is something in my life that is like that place. It's a representation of something real. I think about going down to sit in the courtyard, but decide not to. There is a guy sitting down there on a picnic table. I look around, and see that there is graffiti all over the upper walls of the place. It detracts a little bit from the peacefullness, but I still like the courtyard.

I should have seen this one coming, cause I had social studies test today.
I always get a FA when Im concerned about the next day or morning as I was today also.

I am at our backyard, Its summer and a school morning so I have to go to school. I hear that RV is calling my dad and then I see RV walking down the street near our house, shes a bit drunk and I suddenly try to rush inside. I have this tiny music bow with me but its grinding my shit(???) and theres like some brown liquid and lumps of shit dropping from the music box when I play it. I get into our garage and Im parking my bike there when RV comes there. I see my moped there but I also see another moped which is not mine. Im wondering why is that, that I have 2 mopeds, but I dont become lucid.

I also have these feelings of stress and hurry...

Dream Lucid Me DC

Dream 1
I´m at an arena. Someone tells me its an arena where adventurers can battle each other. I see Fry and Leela from Futurama sitting there. They tell me that their going to enter the tournament. At some point, I become a healer and join their team. My classmate M is also there, looking for a teammate. (The rivalry begins...) Later I get an clarinet and find an song to play with it from some forest. It´s an healing song. (I also got another song from an canyon, but can´t remember what it was.) When I get back to the arena, I find out that M has found an teammate. I think he was an warrior. I wake up.

Dream 2
I´m back at the arena. M has made my teammates to eat some magic gingerbread to prevent us from competing in the tournament. I forgot my healing song, so I go back to the forest to get it, but I wake up.

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

I awake to my 6 hour alarm. Before I went to bed, I made sure to remember to be more alert when I awake. This worked, and I remembered to get up and think for a few minutes. I was in bed and started trying to WILD. I got in a comfy position after stretching and attempted to enter SP. After a few minutes, my feet began to tingle. Every few minutes, for a few moments, my heart rate would increase dramatically. This may have caused brief arousal .
My entire body began to feel heavy. I did for a few moments begin to see small HI, but this never lasted long. It was mostly just weird textures. I eventually was forced to give up, as I went to bed later than I wanted and really needed my 8 hours.

In my first dream, I'm extremely angry at my mum. I don't know why exactly, but I just am. We're in my family car (the old one) parked outside someone's house. I can tell it's a hot, clear sky day. Two kids are about to pass the car. I know I really shouldn't, but being extremely angry, I hit one of them very hard in the face through the window. For some reason I thought they were a threat. My mum and my brother (both also in the car) are horrified at what I'd just done. They made it seem like I committed murder. I remember seeing her calling someone on her phone. The police?
I'm now inside my house, running from my bedroom to the living room. I pass my dad, who is sitting in the main TV chair.He greets me with a smile and asks me what's wrong. His calmness temporarily calms me down. I tell him how I really hate mum, and how I really mean it. Before he gets a chance to respond I run outside. There are black leather chairs and lots of rubbish outside. I sit on one of the chairs. I remember seeing my dad with a confused expression looking at me through the window.
That was a pretty awful dream. I never like being angry at my mum, and I'm usually not. That's not the first dream where I've hated her.

The second dream was very short. I was in my older brother's bedroom with the light off. My little brother was with me. He was showing me a HTC "phone" he'd just bought. It was basically a watch with a screen. The screen expanded across the entire wrist band. I recently bought a very nice watch that glows in the dark very brightly. That could explain this dream. I remember wanting to buy one. I knew there was one out even better than his, but I thought buying one better than his new one would be unkind. I watched Top Gear last night. In it they were making fun of James because they had a Ferrari much better than his. I did feel a little bad for James. This would have also contributed to the dream.

In the third dream, I was with my friends Luke, Joel and George. We were all camping together. This is probably my 1000th camping dream after participating in Outward Bound. I was talking to George, something about how you should cover yourself in warm water to warm up. This made up both laugh. It's the afternoon and I notice nobody else is here. I look around, and I'm the only one there. I stay calm; at least it's not night. Later on Joel and I are at a wooden fence. I look over it (it's very tall) to find someone's backyard, with a bowl of dog food in it. I realise that this is actually a set-up camp. I go to tell Joel.

I was watching another game show from a high view - I was either watching it on a TV or from a far back row in the audience. The audience chairs went diagonally up, like on most game shows. Penny, the female character from The Big Bang Theory had her tits out, and was balancing them in her hands. She seemed very tired out and excited at the same time, as she was doing some form of energetic task that involved her moving around on her spot. Suddenly, she got a question asking her something about food, such as "what did you eat last night"? She got all confused, until she said Spaghetti. "Spaghetti" turned out to be the answer to the REAL question, which was "What can you NOT make a baby out of?"

I was on some form of gameshow, and was in the studio. I was sat in my own little private seat on the wall, like the room the guy who controls the projector sits in at the cinema. The room was semi-lit. I looked forward, and there was someone sat next to a desk. I can't remember who this was, but I'm pretty sure it was a friend of mine. They began to interrogate me, asking me if I was eating "Gay Breakfast". At the time, I was eating a bowl of Coco-Pop Rocks. I told them I was eating breakfast, therefore we concluded that my breakfast was gay... The presenter was Asian and very eccentric.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm at a set of buildings that look kind of like an old-fashioned elementary school. I'm there to sign up for offline 'HITs' [Human Intelligence Tasks, small jobs for which I will get paid]. There are various organizations offering HITs to people, such as the Registrar of Voters. To work on each organization's HITs, you have to go to that organization's counter to sign up for them. When I get to one of the counters, I discover that signing up requires you to show an ID card, and I don't have mine with me. I have to go back to my car to get my purse and driver's license. Before I leave the counter, though, I notice a sheet of paper lying on it with P.'s name written on top. That means she's signing up for one of that organization's HITs, too.

When my next dream begins, a boy from my high school class appears. As soon as I see this happen, I lock on to him as the focus of my attention, knowing that the appearance of an image out of darkness like that must mean that a dream is beginning. Then other classmates of ours begin to appear around him, followed by the environment we're all in. We're in what appears to be a restaurant seating area, sitting around long, high tables on chairs designed to match their height. This area is covered and enclosed on three sides, and it's on our high school campus. Every single student sitting in the area is someone I recognize from high school. A female teacher I had and another, male staff member are also in the crowd there, walking around between the tables.

I get up from my seat and walk out of the seating area, heading out into the main part of the campus. Beautiful morning sunlight illuminates the campus. I take two steps, then take off from the ground and start flying around, staying at about the height of the roof lines of the single-story buildings. Typically for me, flying is the first thing I think of to do when I find myself lucid dreaming. Flying is fun, as always, and feels good. I have good flying control this time, but not perfect control. I don't feel like I'm being pulled or pushed in any direction, but at one point, I start losing altitude, and reach out to touch the top edge of a concrete-block wall with my fingers as I pass by it. It feels exactly like it would in reality, but I get the strange sense that it takes a split second for my brain to generate the simulated sensation, creating a tiny delay between touching the wall and receiving the sensory input. I recover and continue flying along.

As I pass the edge of one building's roof, I notice a crawlspace that you can't see from the ground. It's formed by the flat, real roof and the pointy, upper edges of the building's decorative facades, which extend above the real roof and slant toward each other, creating an empty space shaped like a long, triangular prism. I try to make a 90-degree left turn and enter this space, but I find I can't; I just start sinking down again. I shrug off this failure, recover, and continue flying across the campus. I reach an area where the long walls of two buildings run parallel to each other, and have crenellated ramparts [those square things on the top of the walls of a castle] at the top. As I'm flying along in between these two walls, the dream ends and I wake up.

I make a post at the beginning of a thread on a message board that turns out to be ridiculously, insanely popular, so that my computer is flooded with e-mail notifications from people posting to the thread at a rate of about one or two per second. [This dream may or may not have been at the beginning of the previous sleep cycle, I don't remember.]

I'm in a building that consists of a bunch of interconnected rooms that are filled with a colorful, random assortment of furniture and stuff. It kind of looks like a cross between someone's house and an antique store. [I just visited a bunch of antique stores on Friday, February 4.] I know I'm dreaming without any particular clue. I walk through the series of rooms, admiring the details of the dream environment, observing it with close attention. [That has been my lucid-dreaming goal for the last couple of days.] I think, I have to stay here as long as I can.

I reach a point when the sequence of rooms ends in a short T-intersection of passageways. I come up to the place where the long passageway I had been walking through ends. There is a piece of light-blue yarn hanging down in front of a low wall that stands in front of the back wall of the room. I touch the piece of yarn, running my fingers down it; it feels real. Then, I realize that the low wall it's hanging in front of is a mirror. It's a very speckly, dim mirror, and I can't see my reflection in it very clearly, but I can tell it's a mirror. I think, Hey, in a dream, you can walk through these and get to somewhere else. I straighten up and step forward with the intention of walking through the mirror.

First my arms, and then my head and part of my upper body go through the surface of the mirror. It is the coolest feeling. Like when I walked through the wall, I feel a slight resistance at first and then it yields to me, but this time, instead of feeling like something thin and hard breaking, it feels like going through a thick, liquid membrane. The membrane stays where it is as I go through it; I can feel it on my skin. There's nothing beyond the surface of the mirror but blackness, though. I realize that I didn't really think about what I expected to be on the other side before I started going through the mirror. Not wanting to go into the unknown, I pull back, out of the mirror.

I notice another, smaller mirror to my right. Just to continue experimenting with this newly-discovered ability, I start putting my fingers through the surface. Once again, they go right in. I don't really want to try to get anywhere else anymore, though, so I pull them back out. They come away with a silver coating of liquid mercury on them. I shake my hand to get the stuff off my fingers, but I'm aware that liquid mercury can't really hurt me in a dream.

In the small room off to the right, there is a slightly fat, female DC. I know her from somewhere, and know that her name is Melody. [Which is strange, because I've known several people named Melody and this DC didn't look like any of them.] We talk briefly [I don't remember about what], and then I turn away to explore the other side of the T-intersection, the small room off to the left of the big mirror. As I'm going into that room, I go, “Oh, yeah.” I remember the basic Task of the Month. I turn back around and say, “Melody. Melody!” She starts approaching me, and I approach her. When I get close enough, I put my arms behind her head and shoulders and lean in to kiss her. She realizes what I'm trying to do and pulls away with a look of revulsion. I say, “Just on the cheek. Please?” She stops pulling away and just stands there and lets me kiss her. I give her a kiss on the closest, most convenient spot I can reach, which is on the forehead, just above her right eye. Then I let her go, and she leaves. I look back at the big mirror and consider trying to get to Neopia by going through it, but I decide not to because I don't trust my dream control abilities that far. I've never done that before, and I'm afraid of it going wrong.

False awakening in my current, real room. I hear a sound that I recognize as the sound of fish splashing in a fishtank. I also hear P. moving around in her bed, which is on the other side of the room, parallel to mine. I don't open my eyes to look, but I do say aloud, “No! P. can't be here, and neither can her fish!”

“Yes, I can!” says P.

“When did you get home?” I ask her.

“Yesterday.”

“Oh.”

When I woke up for real, I found this FA rather amusing. Also, I was surprised that I'd had a dream that consisted entirely of sounds, with no visuals at all.

NOTES/NON-LUCID/LUCID

In recent months life has just plain been too busy to focus on lucid dreaming enough to keep a DJ. I'm going to try from now on to be less specific with my entries so that I can keep up a DJ even on days when I have little time, but regardless, I finally have almost a full week without work or a lot of other things, so I can spend as long as I need to on lucid dreaming right now.

Last night immediately before going to bed I listened to Stephen LaBerge's guided awareness exercise on MP3, and I kept it in mind while falling asleep. This resulted in the following dream:

I was at work, kind of out of it, doing my normal stuff absent mindedly, when a co-worker came up and told me something that had been going on and asked me a few questions about it to see what she should do. For some reason I did not directly answer her questions, but instead got up and found another co-worker and asked her about the same thing. She replied with a totally different version of the same story. I smiled, then, suspecting that I was dreaming. One by one I pointed out all of the flaws in logic with her story, and how it didn't match up with what I'd previously heard--which was now not sounding too logical, either. I determined that if I would hear a third version of the same story, I would know I was dreaming, so I found yet another co-worker and asked him for his take. It was, as expected, totally different, and logically flawed.

Unfortunately, that was the extent of it. I didn't really become lucid, I just laughed at all the logical flaws and stood there pointing them out to everyone, all the while knowing that it all meant I was dreaming, but without truly comprehending it.

I need to do much better than that, but I'm on the right track already, at least. With proper mental preparation, I already am able to identify logical flaws in my dream environment. That's step 1. Now I've got to move beyond mere recognition and into comprehension. If I can get that far, I'll almost certainly really truly become lucid again, as long as I can keep the dream stable. I'm good with dream control, though, so hopefully that issue won't raise its ugly head

I'll be heading to bed here fairly soon; will report back sometime tomorrow with whatever dreams I recall!

Both these dreams were intensely romantic without being sexual. The first one was in late November or early December 2010. Several people at work were all standing near my desk having a bit of a heated discussion. "A" and I frequently work together to get things done and often have to deal with attitudes from these other people. We were both starting to become a little stressed over the behavior of these other co-workers when suddenly, "A" comes over to me and we give each other the most loving and tender hug, better than any I've had in real life.
This 2nd dream was on December 9, 2010 (yeah, I remember the date!). This time "A" is standing behind me with his arms around me. In the dream we'd both come to the realization that we want to be together but in real life, we are both married to other people. He also has 2 children. Suddenly, he put his head down on my shoulder and started to cry. I knew he was crying because of what a divorce would do to his children and his relationship with them (they are very young). I reached up and touched his face and said "Don't worry, "A." Everything is going to be OK." End of dream.

I was starring at my wall from my bed. I noticed a spider web (checking there is a similar web in this corner) with a red Newt trapped in it. (I saw two recently while on a walk.) My girlfriend emerged from the bathroom and I pointed it out.

We both sat there starring at it a moment and my focus widened to reveal that now we were starring at my paneled ceiling. One of the panels was removed and a larger nasty looking network of spider webs was there. At this point, the two of us fell backwards onto the bed to match the depth and location of the visual.

A large scorpion emerged from the darkness along the webs to devour the Salamander.

This seems like another throw away dream, but here again is the new transition element I used to enter a TV scene in my last recorded dream.