non-lucid

30.01.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a city walking along with J when I saw T. She wanted to go to the disco. There was a long line to enter but they let T in first, then J and finally me, but when it was my turn the bouncer asked me who I was with and criticized my shoes. The disco was large and had a rectangular shape. There were quite a few people but not so many that you couln't confortably move between places. There was a huge ball pit and J went down a slide to enter. When I did I saw T hanging on a bar above the entrance of the ball pit and she let go after I had landed among all the balls, which I realized had the shape of bell peppers. I tried to swim across to the exit but it was hard, everyone was doing it faster than me.

my dream was interesting last night, albit if it was non-lucid. what happened was i was at a school dance, i went with someone, but then they left (maybe to do with me watching napoleon dynamite before i fell asleep) so i was alone. then a girl who im friends with and quite 'like' said she would be my date. i then went outside to see my friend jake, who was worried ecause he killed his pokemon requasa (dont know how to spell it) and this guy came up to us, and gave us head gear which, wait for it, lets you simulate lucid dreams. we used it to make another pokemon, which jake caught, but i still thought it was reality, annoyingly. there was then this massive battle, but i woke up.

wanna know the best thing about the dream world?

no copyright.

A huge dragon was before me.

-Dream Skip- Hahah.

A bunch of monsters or creatures with power attacked at once when someone ordered it and the dragon turned a very dingy color and looked as if it had been mummified.

Dream
Lucid

So in this dream I met this female DC and I liked her so I kept asking her out and stuff but she kept saying no. And every other day she looked like she had bruses on her so finally I take her home. She lives in a some part of the city that all of the buildings are like roman looking. As we approch her house this guy with a roman warrior clothing comes out of the balcony and looks at us. And thats when she says thats her boyfriend. I didnt feel good just leaving her so I decided to go and meet the boyfriend he seemed pretty nice but them he told us to wait for him up stairs and he took her down stairs. So when i get there i see two huge like 8 ft men with no clothing on but luckily they didnt have private parts. These guys had hair on there chest,Goat horns and there head,Long hair, and a gigantic swords. Thats when i said something is not right (DIDNT DO AN RC!!) so i went back down stairs and I saw her bf Stab the girl with his sword straight through the girl. So then i got scared and went back up stairs to see if there is a way to get out of there and i found a window and jump out and as im getting up to get mysef cleaned off i woke up.

Vividness-6
Lucid- No

Came home late from a night out, which messed up my dream recall a bit.

#1

I am a master thief which goes out at night and steals stuff. This night, I try an house with rooftop entrance, but I get caught. The dream resets and I try again. I get into the house , steal a few things but when I make my escape I get caught by a inhabitant. The dream resets again. This time though, I remember how to sneak, so I gain acces to the house unnoticed. I snatch a few things and then remember my goal: The golden cup. The owner has trown it in a sort of aquarium. I take it, but notice somehow it can be worth more. So i put it in the water, and the cup changes shapes, and finnaly it's real shape. But there are crystals/bubbles in the water, and if the cup touches it, it changes back in his old form. I put all my time and effort in this.

The setting reminded me of Thief , deadly shadows
#2

Me and my mother and father are at my work. We've got allot of stuff and now we want to take it home with us. We need to wait in the line, so I grab some bread and start eating it, no one tells me not to so I keep on eating it. There are 2 little boys infront of us. They try to mimic my actions without me noticing it, and I smile at my parrents because of this.

Hadn't had time yesterday to post them, so here they are.

#1 -semi nightmare-

Me, Mike and Amedeo (both friends IRL) are in Goes on the way home. Mike was teasing me because he would be home earlier then me.
So I took a faster route and I could hear Mike say "Damint, now he's faster!".

Suddenly, it starts to rain very, very hard, but I continued down the road on my motor driven bicycle.
The out of nowhere, I'm pulled into the air, onto a rooftop and I'm some weird freaky combination of a bat/vampire and a man.
Then I would fall of the rooftop and the dream would repeat itself, starting from the rain, for quiet some time.

I woke up quiet afraid after this dream, which happend before my WBTB

#2

I don't know exactly what happend, where I am, but I am with my dream girl in what seems to be a bathroom, without a shower, bath an toilet. Only a mirror and some cabinets (the one I have in my bathroom).
I know it is all part of a (epic) story, but I can't remember it.

We can use magic, and she is better at it then me. We have some kind of a remote, with allot of buttons, with which we can change the power of our magic.
She tells me to press "Double", which will double our magic powers. I tell her there's also a "Max" button, but she tells me that would be to much.
Then a strange man comes into the bathroom, he felt evil. We send him away with our magic. I tried to create fire, and although after the "double" button it went quiet well, she was still so much better at it.

Suddenly we are both naked. I saw her cloths lying on the floor, but I can't see mine, they just dissapeared it seems.
She comes closer to me and kissed me on the cheeck, then she looked at the mirror. I see she has an beautifull body.
I feel the urge to touch her, but somehow I make the choiche not to, because somehow, it doesn't feel right.
She had to leave, but she tells me she will come back.

*blank*

I was transfered to another person ( It seems like I'm some kind of apprentice), because "she" is gone.
The new one's a bit nerdy, black hair, glasses and kinda workaholic. She doesn't talk much because she's always bussy.
I walk past her working space and see she's out, probbably on some break, when I see her bra laying around. I resist the urge to grab it and keep on walking.

In this deam, sometimes a could decide what I would do.

#3

Me and 5 other people are on the run from the cops. The only thing I know is that we did something wrong in the beginning of the dream.
We run around some house, and I hope there's an helicopter in the garden.
There isn't an helicopter, but there are 3 jetskis. Where all jump in the water and just when I climb on a jetski, we see 3 more. So now that everyone has a jetski, we make our escape. We dive underwater and ride them for some time, sometimes breaking the surface for air.

*blank*

I'm explaining Mike how we made our escape on jetskis, and I show him how we went underwater and sometimes had to break the surface for air.

I finally have some time to transcribe entries from my handwritten journal. This contains my recalls and notes from the tutorials. The written journal is more convenient for me, now I can post and share this stuff. These entries go back to the middle of January.

1/16/11-I'm talking to Brian Moore, an employee at work who recently died of cancer. I offer encouraging words as if he were just getting over a first part of his serious illness...I'm playing piano or some sort of keyed instrument.

I was drinking before bed, so I'm surprised I was dreaming or recalling anything at all.

1/16/11-Dreaming during a nap, which rarely happens. This was a "Clydesmare", a recurring theme where I;m back working a at Clyde's. This is s a restaurant I used to work at (I left there in 2002). The place is busy, and the room I'm working in is different than I remember. I get sat with 3 full tables, one with 6 people. I'm taking drink orders without writing them down, then having trouble remembering them. I get angry with Cam (one of my managers there) because I'm not fully trained for the job and yet doing it anyway to help out.
I took Lorazepam (Ativan) and Clonidine (I am prescribed these by a doctor) a few hours before then nap. I just started going over the tutorials then, so I was repeating the mantra "I will dream" a few times before falling asleep.

1/17/11-I was dreaming something, but I have no recall. Was barely aware that I was dreaming at all.

1/20/11-Recall is improving somewhat. Here I recall what really characterizes my dreams: weird stuff. I sneak into a shed somewhere on the street behind my parent's house, stealing 2 items from Ron Howard: One I don't remember, the other is a padded jacket made for climbing over barbed wire. Howard Stern is helping me for some reason. We take off down the street to a park at the end and into some woods east of the entrance (the setting is pretty close to real life). I hide some distance from the road, staying low under some leaves. Stern continues into the woods, trying to divert the perusing Ron Howard away from me and finding his own hiding place. But Ron Howard has a dog with him and it sniffs me out easily. This chase was not particularly scary.

1/21/11-This dream is set in some concrete industrial/skatepark area. I end up in a room loaded with DJ and music production equipment. Frank Adjei (a coworker) is there and I ask him for a cigarette. He gives me one. I start playing with the equipment, but Frank won't leave and I begin to get upset with him...

1/22/11-Only a couple of fragments to recall. I'm at my parents house and I have taken ecstasy, but I'm not feeling high. Still trying to behave normally in front of my family...then I'm at work and my old boss who was fired is back. I hated this guy. He's rewriting the work schedule, but for some reason it all looks fair.

1/27/11-More fragments, maybe 2 separate dreams or 2 separate blocks of sleep:
In the first dream all I can remember is handling 2 large single-action pistols (think of an old west gun). The bullets are huge-they look like rifle rounds. I am loading and firing both of them.
The second dream I recall better. It takes place in what looks like a garden apartment complex. Some sort of redneck gathering is going on there, there are towed trailers and furniture set outside. I'm flirting back and forth with a girl, but I can't remember what she looks like. Then some sort of specialized tactical training begins. I'm carrying a sniper rifle and trying to shoot a team of opponents. It looks like I win the exercise.

1/29/11-Just fragments again. Something was crawling up my right leg...
This animated me enough that I started shaking in my sleep and my wife woke me up to see if I was okay.

1/30/11-2 dreams last night. In the first one, I have a motorcycle. It's burgundy colored, sporty, and has smaller wheels like a dualsport model. It can shift gears manually or automatically, and the transmission is controlled by 2 buttons on the side of the tank that look like turn signals. Im zipping back and forth at my high school between the front and rear parking lots. I'm conducting some sort of business with a couple of hispanic guys in the front lot-it appears to be about vehicles...
I'm in some trouble in the second dream. I've applied for a job and was passed up on it. I go to my dad for support, but he's being really mean to me. It hurts my feelings enough to the point where I am breaking down and crying. My aunt finally gets across to my dad why I'm so upset. All this time I'm building a room in my parents' basement (have not lived there for 8 years). It has dividers like an office cubicle, but a bed and small appliances like an efficiency apartment...

That's my block of dreams for the past 2 weeks. My recall is improving, and I'm going to try to post journals online more often.

I am in a dorm room but it is much different from mine. The dream tells me it is mine.
I am doing something on my computer and check the clock "12:08". I realize I was supposed
to meet some friends for lunch at 12 ( In waking life ). So I went to leave in a hurry so I could
get to the universities dining hall when my roommate comes in and says he wants to show me
something. I tell him to make it quick and he comes around to my computer. I go around with him
and attempt to hide it because, for some reason, my desktop background is switching through
some very explicit images. They are all pink backdrops. My roommate doesn't seem to care so
I blow it off like "yeah, that's my desktop". He pulls out his computer and starts pulling up some
web-page while I played with a clear plastic sphere filled with metal balls. Then I woke up.

The Drinking Contest

I am in a Dairy Queen. They are having an advertizement for new treats in their freezer (I mean the advertizement is in the freezer; it's a live action commercial).

"You've seen all these old treats" says the narrator. "Remember when this was new?" They show some things like an ice cream cake and a Dilly Bar, as well as some frozen canned whipped cream I have never seen before. "But now it's just the same old same old. Well, there's a new treat in town!" The other things are pushed aside, and a giant cake is dropped down, taking their place. It is green, and covered in lots of icing. Upon it's being sliced open, it is found to be filled with frozen coconut filling.

"Just in time for the Super Bowl, it's a -- Day Cake! [the -- was some name like McNabb, I don't think it was him but it was a celtic name famous in football] It is now being offered at a great price. Or, you can win this cake for free! All you have to do is be here on McNabb's Day (I guess it is some sort of holiday) and drink beer! That's right, you drink beer for 13 hours. Here's the thing - you have to be drinking beer the whole time, and no bathroom breaks can be taken. If you're still here at the end, you get the cake for free!"

A few people seem to be interested in this deal. Next to me is a table of really good looking girls.

"Heck," says one of them, "We'll just wait here until McNabb's Day starts. It's just an hour or so."

I sit down next to her, and put my arm around her. For some reason my mother shows up and sits on the other side of her. The girls begin talking about how much they like to drink, and how great it will be to have free beer all day long. They seem to think drinking constantly for 13 hours is easy.

I start talking to my mother, loud enough so that they can overhear. "What do you think would happen to someone who drank beer constantly for 13 hours?" I say.

"I don't know," says my mother, "but it can't be good".

"I would think you'd get alcohol poisoning," I say. The girls seem to take no heed. I pull the girl next to me a little closer, and give her a hug. I am honestly worried about her. "Here is my prediction. By this time tomorrow night there will be at least one alcohol related death because of this contest."

"I think you're right," says my mother.

I now see in my mind's eye the scene of an accident, and someone being loaded into an airplane.

Strange Goings-on at my Grandparents'

We are having a family get together at my grandparents' house. It is getting to be late at night, and my brother goes back to bed. My aunt decides to play a trick on him, and changes into a bikini top. She undoes the strings at the bottom, so it looks as though she is in the process of taking it off. Then she goes into my brother's bedroom, pretending to be a strange woman who wandered in from the street.

Fixing the Computer

(This may have been a continuation of the last dream, or not. I don't quiet remember. It's one of those that isn't so coherent.)

Bobcats never let go once they have hold of you. My little cat thinks it's a bobcat at times, but at other times it is just like a kitten. I pet it, but then someone makes it think it's a bobcat. It grabs my hand with it's teeth and claws, getting a wild look in its eyes. I start singing to it, treating it like a little kitten again. It let's go of my hand.

Now somebody has the cat on his shoulder, and is climbing and running along the top of a moving train. It is a daredevil.

Now I am in a room somewhere. There are lots of children walking by on a field trip. They have to line up at the door, and they set their books down in front of me. I look at them, and see they are doing the same thing I did when I was their age.

A telephone rings in the room I am in. A woman answers the phone. "It's for you," she says, "it's Client #9".

"Client #9?" I say, "uh, that doesn't sound right." I pick up the telephone. I should have known. It's my uncle, who likes to pretend he is weird people when calling family and freinds. He asks if I'm busy, and if I can help work on my Grandfather's computer.

Now I am at my Grandfather's house with his computer. It has a small problem, but Dell wants over $1,000 to fix it.

"$1,000?!" I say, "at the most, you'll just have to get a new CPU, or maybe just a new motherboard."

Now my brother goes to bed. I have my laptop running, and it's been running all day. I decide I had better shut it down.

Working for Rush

I get a new job, working for Rush Limbaugh. He is explaining how the job works.

"When I'm on the mic," he says, "I don't know whether someone is doing their job or not. I don't go around and see how much or how well people are working. What I do is look at their desk. If your desk is clean, you are a good employee."

I look around the office. Everybody has a nice, perfectly clean desk. I sit down at my desk, and try to organize my things to look nice as well.

dreamt I was flirting with a girl from school, but she was in another womans body, namely the character Amanda Perry (Kathleen Munroe) from Stargate Universe. - Funny, cause she appear in the series only when visiting the spaceship through a bodyswap-technology. - we were planning on baking a cake later, I think? forgot the rest. alas, i'm even shy in my dreams.

dreamt i was on cruiseship like outlandish pub trying to order beer. the bartender picked out a flask with spirit. gin? i rejected and asked for carlsberg. the bartender said/showed me that carlsberg was racist. i left and encountered a boy from school and we started fighting eachother, i tried really hard to knock him out and beat chop-sticks into his head.

I’m in the car with an ex-girlfriend, Nina probably, in the backseat of a car, on the way at the beginning of a trip, and I need to take out some money. The parents, maybe based on Claudia’s parents, who are giving us a lift somewhere, park on the side of the street for their own reasons, and tell me there’s a bank on the either side of the road, a small shopping centre. I’ll be just a minute.


It’s night time, the bank is still open, but there is a problem at the row of around 5 ATMs inside. There are short queues behind only 2 of the machines, so I look closely at the other screens without losing my position. As I notice that the other machines are going hay-wire, the two other machines also go out of order, the screen messages also disturbed by interference, like the TV last night while watching a dvd, freezing separately in two pixelated hemispheres, then to black momentarily before trying to refresh. The tall, chubby guard reiterates.


I swear when I step outside and look around for an alternative, a brief sense of urgency. There are two ATMs on the walls either side of the bank entrance. I put my card in, and wait for the next prompt to ask for my PIN, taking the chance to look at the people walking passed behind me, when a guy my age comes around me and presses the keypad. I berate him and cancel the asterix he's entered on the blue screen, but the machine ejects my card.


The guy, in a cap and darkly coloured junky sports apparel, then goes for the card. I push him off and begin fighting with him and his friend, too close and scrappy to throw any big punches, when another guy, unrelated, makes a move for my card still sticking out halfway. I manage to take it out and stuff it down my back pocket, like I have been doing lately with my bus tickets after I buy them, returning to the action, but shouting now in Spanish for the police, directed towards the guard inside.


Eventually I get free and run for safety within the bank, explaining to the guard, in Spanish, that they tried to take my card and so then we fought, that I was shouting out to him, Policia, Policia! but he didn't hear me. John (best friend from Colombia) sees me and comes over from the phone booth, like in a generic call centre with Perspex windows on the doors, coming into the story halfway, repeating from the start for him, my 2 attackers standing around, having followed me in closely, leaning against the counter not saying anything.


When I come to the end of the story and the guard says to them exactly how they’ve broken the law and that they will be dealt with, they apologise, although too easily, and even offer me a $20 note (Australian currency) from their pocket, with a sense of cheap consolation, like if they’d taken $70 from me but had already spent the rest.

22/1/2011

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a car like a limousine with a group of people. The interior surfaces of the limo may have been black. The inside of the limo was very dim, as if the windows were tinted. But it appeared to be a sunny afternoon outside.

A boy sat in a sideways seat, his back against the left side of the limo. To his left was the back side of the driver's seat. A mother-like person may have been driving the limo.

The boy made some kind of statement like, "I see the quarters are of all different colors. They won't be good to take." In my mind's eye I could see the boy's view. Against a black background were a few quarters. They all gleamed with flashing color. I remember one quarter for sure being pink. But others may have been yellow and blue.

A man somewhere, maybe even in my head, said, "That's a strong statement, a blind boy talking about the colors of things. I suppose that's reason enough not to do the thing after all."

I hadn't realized until this time that the boy was blind. I now understood that the boy was slowly being the person in the family who was looked to as the leader. The older man in the family had died recently.

The boy's statement had been taken seriously because he had been blind and yet made a statement about seeing. But it had also been taken seriously because it was one of the first times the boy had made an assertion for his family to listen to.

The boy kind of felt some anxiety. He didn't know whether he could or even should be a leader. He didn't know if his family really wanted him to be a leader.

I also personally wondered how the boy was expected to be the leader in the family. He was just a boy. There were a lot of older men in the family, including the older man who had made such a positive comment about the boy's colored-quarter statement.

The car was traveling past some church, which I saw outside the window. The church looked like a tan-bricked, one-story school. There was a kind of big, slightly rolling lawn in front of it.

I knew we were heading to the church to go to a funeral. I figured it was the funeral for the leader of the family, who, I'd thought, had been an older man. But it turned out that the funeral was for a young girl. I think, however, that it now occurred to me that the girl had been the leader of the family.

I was somehow informed how the girl had died. Her boyfriend had killed her. I saw the boyfriend in my mind. He was white, around 18-20 years old, and kind of a violent, crazy person. I now saw the story in something like an English newspaper that looked like it was formatted in an Asian style. I'm pretty sure that the newspaper was on paper. But the imagery also looks like an online paper.

Apparently the boyfriend killed the girl after she had told him she was only 7 years old. He'd thought that the girl had led him into falling in love with her, and that she had made him a pedophile. But it turned out that the whole thing had been a game. The girl and her mother were playing a little prank on the boy, and then, when the boy was thoroughly flustered, to tell the boyfriend the girl's real age. The girl 13.

But the prank turned out bad. The boyfriend got terribly violent right away and killed the girl. I think the mother got murdered as well.

Dream #2

It was night. I walked into a cafe. The cafe only seemed to be half-lit, as if the store were actually closed down. But there were a lot of workers behind the counter. The workers all wore black shirts and beige baseball caps. They may also have worn aprons. I walked to my left, past the counter. As I turned the corner to the right, I came to another counter.

Passing this way, I saw a girl I recognized as a friend from my past. (I don't think I really know her from waking life.) She was really pretty, with tan skin and blue eyes. Her light brown hair was turning grey. This surprised me. I couldn't believe my friend's hair was grey! But, then, I thought, we're all getting old, me and my friends.

Behind the second counter a lot of workers were all sat in folding chairs before a television. They were all watching some movie. This was like some kind of recreational activity for them. A man behind the counter stood up and walked toward the counter to me. I may have recognized him as a friend as well. He probably asked me what I would like. I probably asked him for a coffee.

I'm a prisoner at this Egyptian camp. There's a huge rebellion and all the slaves break free immediately. There's a location where we're all supposed to meet up at, and plan to free the everyone else. Instead of going there and staying, I spent the rest of the dream traveling back and fourth stealing supplies and water, and freeing other slaves.

Awake Non-lucid Vivid

I'm in a hall in school. There's a piano on the side, which I go over to, sit down, and happily start playing. It's difficult to play though, it's very small and the keys are not in order. My physics teacher comes over and smirks. "Holy shit..." he says. "That is fucked up."

I continue trying to place the keys in the right postions. He reaches out and grabs the top of the piano. "What are you doing?" I ask, growing increasingly worried. He begins to crush the piano with his hands. I jump up and scream at him, trying to push him off. After a lot of effort, I shove him away and turn towards the piano. It's broken, bits of wood lying all over the floor. Tears well up in my eyes, and I shove him once more, then run down a flight of stairs, crying.

He runs after me but I just run faster, until I'm outside and running down a hill. My english teacher is walking up the hill. She stops me and asks in a kind voice what is wrong. I slowly tell her about the piano, and how it's making me feel depressed for some reason. She squeezes my shoulder and says she'll speak to my physics teacher, and that it's ok for me to be out of school right now.

I walk down the hill and into a forest. As I walk, I see faces in the trees. They whisper to me, but I don't know what they're saying. I get to a sunken well.

There are more faces in the well, with pale blue skin and gaping mouths. Their hands reach for me. The trees are moving closer. I jump to avoid their hands, but eventually they get me and pull me into the stone well.

I wake up in a victorian style house. Getting up, I notice a young man in the room, standing in front of a floor length mirror, studying himself. "Sister," he says, sounding oddly monotone. "Your company is requested by the mistress before we leave."

"Leave?"

"Have you forgotten already?" He asks, straightening his suit. "Our brothers funeral, the one you killed."

It flashes into my mind. Me, running across rooftops, my brother after me, an explosion, panic everywhere...

"I remember... I will go see the mistress."

I go into a dimly lit basement. An old hag of a woman grabs my hair and uses it to drag me to a stool facing a mirror. I cry out. "You think you can get away with this, m'girl? hm? I must cut your hair off. You do not control your hair, it controls you! You are grieving! You will never have hair again!"

She grabs a razor. I notice that my hair is not it's usual dark brown, but a pale blonde with bits of auburn in it. It's very pretty. I smile at it, but it dawns on me that my the mistress is holding up the razor. My face drops as she takes it to the side of my head and drags it upwards, leaving no hair in its place.

I don't remember very much from last night. I remember I was sailing some ship somewhere with my friends. We got to some place that looked like big chess table and after that we were again sailing the ship somewhere and arguing about something. And I remember too that my mother bought me a mouse and I was complaining about something...Also some music was playing