non-lucid

Phase 1 non lucid- Ghosts in a supermarket, one looks like a red clad assassain, the other was a golem (or was it me?). A chase ensued between the ghosts and 2 agents that were after them.

Phase 2 non lucid- Brother was about to set off some fire works once we got of the garage, the garage somehow stretched and he blew off some bottle rockets inside on mistake. We tried kicking the box of fireworks outside, but instead it landed right by a rack stacked with the same firework boxes, me and Brett tried removing the boxes that were being lit, but they kept on lighting, but not entirely.

Phase 3 non lucid- At a party for my moms friend pam. The scene is surreal; the sky was purple, there was talk of giant chicken noodle soup being served and a huge foaming or bubbling water slide i ended up going down it.

It is interesting to note that while James is the dreamer of this, I was the main character of it in a featured role/guest appearance. I will periodically post similar dreams in which I didn't dream, but appeared in. These will have a disclaimer and be tagged under "featured role/guest appearance"

Before the Dream: It is my birthday night and I spend it with my girlfriend and four other of my friends. There are six of us total. We spend part of the night on a pub crawl, as we visit as many bars in town as possible. The final count was 7, I believe. We take a taxicab back to my apartment and a pajama slumber party commences. Everybody passes out. My girlfriend Sarah and I in our bed, anoter couple, Mannie and Maggie, in the spare bed, our single male and female friends Randi and James sleep on the couch and floor, respectively. James, the friend sleeping on the floor, had the following dream:

Critters on a Train!




I am with 5 of my friends. My girlfriend Sarah, My best friend Mannie and his girlfriend Maggie, and our single male and female friends James and Randi. The feeling is ominous and tense as we stand on a platform at a station and board the back of a train. The train speeds off and within moments everything goes to hell.

A strange power flux affects the lights and power on the train. In the flickering of the shadows we can see that things were moving and we are not causing it. We can't tell what they are yet but they are the eponymous Critters from the 1986 film.



Things return somewhat to normal when the lights do. The Critters escape undetected and leave to feed on the passengers of the train in order to replicate and make more of themselves. A strange and enigmatic dream figure is helping us in the form of "the expert." We never meet this figure in person and only communicate to it through earbuds.What is interesting is that the "expert" feels like it was one of them, possibly a critter from a rebellion that didn't agree with what they were trying to do to our planet. the expert gives us the back story and tells us what we must accomplish.

We must stop the critters before the train reaches its destination: a densely populate metropolitan city. If the critters reach the city it will mark the beginning of the end of the world; invasion. Everybody is nervous but me. I lead the group and head off to investigate the ruckus. We manage to find and confront a cornered critter. The critter shoots one of its classic paralyzing quills directly into my girlfriend's throat. Sarah spurts blood all over the place and stumbles back. The critters swarm Sarah and feed on her flesh. She is the first to be killed.

In the room Sarah is killed, we discover a hidden critter ship, evidence of their invasion. We continue on, five of us now. Searching for the critters. They hide well, behind boxes, just out of view... yet we can hear them moving around on top of the train cars, and this gives us some sort of advantage in following them. Randi, our single female friend is panicking now that Sarah is dead and wants nothing to do with saving the world. Her only concern is in surviving. Thought the train is speeding toward a city, Randi has a bright idea and postulates that if we escaped into the last car of the train and separated it from the train, we could coast to safety. But I cannot deter from my goal, though I would love to keep my life, I cannot let the critters survive and make it to humanity or all will be lost and Sarah died for nothing.

James, however, believes in her plan and the two of them go to the end of the train. They are chased by more critters, who have exponentially reproduced. Randi and James make it into the last car but have trouble separating it due to the attacking critters. James manages to separate the car from the train, but is overtaken by a swarm of critters, sacrificing himself to ensure Rand's safety. With the car detached, it coasts away from the train to safety. Randi is the only other survivor of this tale.

It's strange to note that even though James, the dreamer, is killed by the critters... the dream continues on without him (as he takes an impersonal and omniscient observational roll, watching the rest of the dream play out)

Maggie has died "off-screen" which leaves my best friend Mannie and I, together alone, in James' dream. At this point everybody else on the train is either dead or dying, and there are countless critters. Mannie and I fight for quite a while together, I don't know how we manage to survive. Our plan is to get to the control room at the front, make the train go as fast as possible and switch it to a track that dead ends.

Mannie is killed in an ensuing battle, and the realization that everybody I know is dead (except for Randi) sends me into a stupor and rage. It's almost as if I absorbed Mannie's power when he died, because I become freakishly empowered and strong. I use the golf club I picked up along the way and go on a killing rampage toward the front of the train, more determined than ever. I reach the control center in the nose of the train and crank everything to where it needs to be. I switch tracks as the train surpasses full speed and I use the decapitated head of a critter as weight for the dead man's switch. I smash all of the other controls so the critters can't stop the train.

As the train nears its dead end crash, I am losing energy but remain confident in my actions. I fight as many of them as I can and dive off the train just before it was crashes. The train explodes, as each car goes up in flames. I see a few critters on fire in their rolling ball form on the ground and I smash them with what remains of my golf club. I am the only other survivor. The critters are dead. The city is safe.

non-dream dream lucid

dream 1: I was at my house looking out the back door (its a glass sliding door) and I noticed that my kitten, Padme (yes after Padme Amidala from Star Wars!!) was sitting around just sitting there. Suddenly, all of the other cats started attacking her, mostly biting her neck and drawing blood. She kept screeching and meowing for help, so I opened the door and grabbed her from our largest cat, who is also her father, because he looked ready to kill her; as did the others. She looked ragged and helpess and I sat her on the table. Her green/grey eyes looked at me sadly. I could almost literally feel the pain. There was red blood on her neck where her father had bitten her, and multiple scratches all over her from the others. I cleaned her off and she settled down to sleep. Then I looked back outside and next thing I knew, the cats were attacking "Sherby", our new kitty who I found in a tree a few months ago. She was meowing in agony and I kicked the cat attacking her, Padme's father and her brother "Ragz", in the side to get them to leave her alone. I then brought her inside so I could take care of them. Then I woke up.

DREAM 2 I somehow already knew that I was dreaming. I just pinched my nose and breathed to be sure. I was by the sliding glass door again and my mother walked up to me. I said to her, "Mom, we're dreaming!! Look at your hands! They're disfigured like mine, and we can breathe through pinched noses!!" She looked at me, confused then she looked at her hands, "Oh my gosh, my fingers are broke!! Are we really dreaming??" so I told her yes. She ran into our living room and she said loudly, "This is a dream, this is a dream!!" Then I think I woke up. pretty weird eh? I'm gonna ask my mom what she dreamed about last night. I'm just curious if she might have had the same dream as me. We've had similar dreams before, so it's a possibility that she may have had a similar dream.

18.01.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was walking on a very high stone bridge over water towards some stone ruins when some asian kid (In the dream he is my classmate although I don't know him in real lfe) pushes me back and tells me that he deserves to go first because he has the best grades in class and I only have second best. Since he was being a dick I threw him back and entered the ruins first. The same thing happened again and he told me that I had to let him pass because his parents owned some stuff. I didn't and he got angry and threw that stuff into the water. Then he made a run for it and reached the entrance before me but he just sat there to laugh at me and I managed to enter first. Then I leveled up and had to choose a new ability. There was double healing, awaken potential and some others (I've been playing valkyria chronicles...)

This was related to an erlier part of the dream that I can't quite remember when I spent my time in the ruins doing cool stuff and leveling up instead of racing the chinese kid.

I find myself outside near a convenience/appliance combination store wearing my trusty ‘traveling’ backpack I own only in my dreams. It, as usual, is stuffed with marijuana. Apparently weed is the only thing I feel I need to survive when traversing the dreamscape.

A teenager approaches me from across the street as if he knows me. The teenager asks me for some weed and offers to help me “get some pussy” in return. This disrespectful bartering prospect highly unnerves me, and sends me into a rage. I swing a right hook at him, but he is a minor and so I subconsciously pull back at the last moment and the punch doesn’t land.

The punk kid throws a deck of cards at me and they all spill and flutter around me. I dig into my trusty dream satchel to procure some sort of defense. I find my rhyming dictionary and throw it at the teenager. This has no affect and so I throw spoon after spoon at him… each of which I find inside my bag. With the kid distracted, I duck into the store and find myself at the model washers and dryers.

Cat shit covers my clothes now so I am given ample reason to use said washers and dryers. I strip down to my boxer-brief underpants and place my dirty clothes in an empty display washer. Everybody is very upset by my actions, and shake their heads at me… who stands wearing boxer-briefs, shoes and socks, and a backpack. Since I was half-naked, the authorities were notified so the police show up immediately… there had been a cruiser across the street and two officers witnessed the entire previous scene with the teenager. I am afraid because of how much marijuana I have on my person, and the immanence of being searched… I approach the police and surrender the rest of my spoons. Subconsciously I knew that I was dreaming and that I didn’t have to actually suffer the legal ramifications of the situation at hand and ended the dream to wake myself up before being busted for possession.

M&M and I are going to a gallery. As we get there, we can see many people painting on the canvass. those are not any concrete paintings, ore of a modern, geometrical shapes. Its a large, complex building. Those people seem to be from the street, random people just being creative. It seems like a class. Then, some lady comes in. She is a professor. She advises these people how to paint it better and how much it can be sold for.
Then I see a girl painting some squares. The professor comes to her and tells her to paint in lines from the right top corner to the opposite one. This will make it look dynamic. She starts to pint in to the girl's painting and totally changes/destroys it. The girl is just watching it, all upset. The girls pulls out some money and gives it to the professor. it is £40 or £55 per hour. The girl was there for about 3 hours. She tells us that she comes very often.

this was when my dream was most vivid with detail i could remember, I was in a house with some peopl then some guy busted in and started shooting us and launched a grenade in and fooked us up big time, the dream ended.

BUT...

The dream restarted in same scenario but its was me who ran out of the door before the guys came in, i threw a grenade at there car and blew it up i then ran back in and the guy who was going to shoot me was in there i pulled the pin on the grenade and threw it in the house he got fooked over, there was empty bullet casings all over the house walls riddled with bullet holes and grenade shrapnel the dream ended,

Just thought it was quite cool to see the same dream play out 2 different scenarios

I recall the dream as starting at my friends house, we were playing black ops. We were having a discussion about something that was no doubt very important. We then realized that it was time for me and my brother to go home. As we went outside mark said don't forget our pet, I looked over and saw a mountain lion standing there with a rope leash tied to the house. This somehow did not surprise and I told him to put it in the back seat of my car. The Cougar was acting very friendly but slightly skidish. I instantly loved it and I petted it for a minute.

Getting it into my car was slightly difficult but the cougar was cooperative. We got in my car and started driving home. "we were talking about whether or not we thoght my parents would let us keep it." I said "I didn't have a pet so they should let is keep it."

When we got back to my house it was very different from normal. I recall asking my parents whether we could keep her or not.

The end

NON LUCID-GET ME IN THE GARAGE
I don't think I was asleep when I dreamt this, but if I was I must have been half awake.FA. Mom woke me up in the middle of the night and told me to get a midnight drink with her. (We don't ever do that.) I heard people yelling that sounded like my old friends from Pittsburgh, PA. Their names are Tori, Mandy, Taylor, DJ, Hannah, etc. (That's just SOME my neighborhood friends.) I heard their voices from outside, so I rushed to the window in the garage to see them. I picked up a stick and poked the window. I couldn't see anyone, but I asked "Hey, is that you, guys? What are you doing here?!" They just kept laughing, but before I could investigate more, the door shut. I ran right to it, because I am terrified of the dark. When I ran up to the door, calling Mom for help, I felt an evil presence. I saw in the corner of my eye a murderer, with a ski mask and black outfit. He was holding a knife. Mom opened the door slightly as I tried to get out. I think I knew I was dreaming, because I made my "spirit" go through the door, and follow my body outside of the garage. I put my "spirit" back in my body, and I was unharmed, I woke up. This might have been lucid, but I don't want to count it because, 1. It was not a dream, it was a nightmare, anyway. 2. It's not really something that I had fun doing, so even though I knew I was dreaming, I'd rather not count it. The reason the word spirit is in quotes, is because it was black. I am pretty sure mine is clear, and glowing. Vividness: 4/5 It seemed so real I probably think it would have happened.
NON LUCID- AUDIO BAN
I was in math class. Kaylee was there, which she isn't in my real math class. She had her MP3 on, listening to it. The guy that sits in front of me had his MP3 on, only one ear. It was yellow and black with a tint of green. (his headphones) Instead of where I normally sit, I was in the middle-ish part of the room, in the back. Kaylee looked prettier than usual. Mrs. S gave an announcement that during the mid terms, we can't have our headphones in and listen to music. (We can't do that, anyway!) Kaylee wrapped her headphones around her MP3 and she put it in her pocket. Mrs. S then said, "I suggest if you have your MP3, put it away, NOW!" The guy in front of me, gave a guilty face and took the headphone out of his ear. When I observed Kaylee's MP3, I compared it to my iPod, and wondered if I could buy it, just for fun. Vividness: 4.5/5. Very bright and clear.
NON LUCID- BROKEN YASMIN = NICKI MINAJ
I tried to redo Yasmin's hair. I gave her a makeover. I put my Meez's pigtails in color black on her. When I was done, I put her on the dresser (ironic) and she got all wet. (This is my Yasmin Bratz with batteries, so she can't get wet and work.) I observed her and thought she looked like an ugly version of Nicki Minaj. Then, I noticed she was in water, and I recalled that you can't get even a slight amount of water on her. I tried to get Mom to fix her, because I was afraid she would explode. Vividness: 3/5 Somewhat clear.
NON LUCID- I LOVE YOU, I CAN'T LOSE YOU AGAIN FOR THE 5TH TIME!
The previous dream somehow turned into this dream, because the Nicki Minaj/Yasmin girl was a real girl in here. First, I went back on Meez, my virtual website thing. I got back my old look, and my pigtails. I told everyone I was back. The conference room was pretty, it was white and it had brown desks and black movie theatre seats. Everyone cheered, as I left to let the other people talk. Then, here is where it gets fun. I go on a bus, with my ex "husband." Really, boyfriend but we got married like four times on Meez. We were together for more than a year. Jordan was there, she had short blonde hair, very pretty, with her boyfriend. A cute guy with curly hair was there, who resembeled my old friend from 7th grade, Scooby. He had his girlfriend. Eric, (my current friend) was with the Nicki Minaj Yasmin. We all were on a bus for a romantic getaway, I didn't know where we were going. Here is the weirder part, I couldn't see him! He was invisible to me. I just knew it was him. Then, out of nowhere, we lose everyone. I am alone with Scooby, Jordan, and Eric. Jeff, Scoob's gf, Jordan's BF, and "Nicki" were gone. "No! No! Where'd he go?! No, I miss him!" Everyone was devistated, I was the only one with a shrill of hope. I kind of knew it was a dream. Like 13% out of 100%. "Calm down." I said, as everyone cried. Then, the bus driver told us to go on an elevator, because this bus was acting up. The hot guy with the curly hair (who resembled my friend) was crying, devistated he lost his girlfriend. Eric was sad, because he lost the fake Nicki Minaj. Jordan was crying. The guy was so sad, that he jumped on the almost-already-broken elevator, to kill himself. I joined along with him, hoping I would die. I love him so much, and to lose him for the 5th time, really broke my heart. We didn't die, sadly. Next thing we knew, we were on another bus. Once we got there, and everyone calmed down, we were at NYC. (for some reason, there was the eiffle tower there) No sign of them. This was our final destination. "See, they're gone forever!" Replied Jordan. Then, the bus driver came out with a blue hat and white shirt on. I THINK he was wearing jeans. "What'ru talkin' about?" He said confused. "There are two other buses behind me, because we wanted to make sure they worked, because the one you guys was on was bein' faulty." Then, drove up two buses, and out walked: Nicki Minaj/Yasmin, Jordan's bf, Scoob's gf, and my Jeff. We all ran up and hugged them, happy to be with them forever, even if mine was invisible. All of us "youngsters" went into a resturaunt in NYC, and had a double, double, double date there. It was so pretty. Only thing is, I didn't feel the love. Vividness: 3.5/5. Almost very clear.
Interpret: I think that I was all of the dream charecters. I think the dream represented how I felt about the loss of Jeff, who I haven't seen since 2008/early '09. I think also he was invisible because I am either, A. losing my feelings for him, or B. Realizing just because I loved him, maybe he isn't the one for me, anymore. Or, C. I will never see him again, so why be stuck on him? The mourning period is over, time to move on.

I don't know why, but this first week of studies after Christmas holidays, I'm having the worst recall that I've in years. Normally, I remember clearly 1-2 dreams each night, with some intense feelings and vivid things, but now, this is empty of feelings.
Every night I only remember some "moments" of each dream, but all are about the same thing, my school. I remember that i'm studying or doing some work in my class, but anything else, study study and more study (this iss boring... u_u).
Sometimes I remember that in these dreams i feel a bit overwhelmed, nothing more...

NOTE: I know that this isn't a real DJ post, but with the start of the MILD-1 classes, I want to start the DJ too ^_^

I arrive at a party and walks through the garden where people are sitting.
I walk into the kitchen to sit with one of my friends i recognize from real life (i don't know if i walked with him to the kitchen or if he have been there all the time.)

Suddenly the girl who are throwing the party's (i can somehow feel it's a girl throwing the party) father walks in to the kitchen and starts moving the table (and all the tables in the house) in to their shed because there isn't room in their shed.

The dream ends.

Dream - Lucid

My friend Virginia and her boyfriend Zach wanted me to meet her at a water park. The only problem was that it was 10 PM and she lived 2 and a half hours away. My family and I started to go though, regardless, and then all the sudden we were at McDonald's. My family was ordering their food, while I sat at a table and started cleaning out my pipe. I was going to trade resin for food...? Weird. My family didn't seem to notice what I was doing. They asked me to get in line with them and I kept telling them to hold on. I kept thinking about how there was no way the water park was going to be open when we got there.


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My family and I were going on vacation, though I'm not sure where. We were driving. It was nighttime, and all the sudden, we saw a tornado made out of water. It was behind us. So what does my dad, the driver, do? He does a U-turn so we're facing the tornado in the distance. Traffic is backed up pretty bad. We decided to go to a hotel, and apparently, due to the tornado, all rooms were free that night. That meant that they would fill up fast, though.

There were people standing outside the doors of their hotel rooms to claim them. I saw an empty one, and I got there and stood in front of the door. There was another guy there though, apparently, and he got very upset with me. I guarded the room very diligently, even when he started throwing huge pieces of metal bars at me. I avoided them, and he finally gave up. I told him he could stay in the room with my family and it wouldn't be a big deal, so that's what he did. He ended up sleeping on the floor, while my family and I all slept in beds.

I dreamt about a girl (I don't know here name).
We both went to the barber. The barber was a gypsy but she did here work very well. The girl looked even more beautiful as before.
At an other moment, i was standing in the dark against a fence. There was somebody of my class around us. When I placed my hand on here side, the boy from my class yelled (in dutch off course): "What do you do?!?" But it was no problem for here. It was a blissful moment

I took about 200mg of valerian before bed last night. As often happens, the valerian caused me to have some rather wierd and disturbing dreams.

Weddings and cruiseships

I am in the auditorium of my old high school. My brother and I are discussing people that were at my cousin's wedding. To help us remember who these people are, we take turns with a clamp holding pieces of a bench together. At times we break off pieces of it, too.

My grandparents are there also. The place is no longer the auditorium, but my grandparents' house. They are talking with my aunt about how nobody my age wants to be a sailor anymore. I happen to have been looking for jobs on board a cruise ship, so I tell them that I want to be a sailor. They are reading the requirements for various positions. Meanwhile, I log into my account with a cruise ship job website.

Flea markets and torture

I am at a fair. It is also D'ni. It is also a flea market. I am walking with a guy I used to know from a former workplace, who is also the father from "All in the Family" (which is ironic, because the guy I used to know is black). He is telling me that I don't know much about "smokin'", which in this dream is a slang term for buying and selling junk at flea markets for a profit. I imitate the Mask for no reason and say "sssmokin!"

We enter a junk shop, which is located about where Kadish Gallery should be. It is kind of dark in there, but we browse for a while. I see an old bottle of wine from the 1920's. After a while I see a bottle of something else with the date 1919 on it, and the wine bottle is apparently gone. My friend considers buying this bottle to resell. He tries to give me tips on finding antiques.

Next to the bottle of wine is a bottle of acetic acid, and some laboratory glassware. My friend asks me what acetic acid is, and I say "It's pretty much vinegar". Then I laugh and say "if we poured some of that into the wine bottle, there would be a nice explosion."

We leave the junk store, and cross the street. Things begin to change somehow into a laboratory where a mad scientist is operating on living people with no anesthetic. He hacks them up, mutilates them, pulls out their organs and intestines, while they lay on the operating table screaming. He pulls out one guy's eyeball. He slices open the arm of one guy, and puts something in to intentionally infect it. Someone explains that his plan is to let it swell up, and then hit his arms with something. This will both cause the victim pain, and somehow turn him into a zombie.

Now I see a whole bunch of zombies from the mad scientist's lab, all dancing together like some scene from Hell.

Well, I remember discussing family oddities with Fonzie while my little sister did something involving dolls in the other room, then I woke up and crashed again.

Then I dreamed that I was desperate for a place to study, so bad that I broke into the first church I ever went to. Now, this place is a common element in my dreams, but it's always a building with one of those layouts that you can never escape from. Open an exit, it opens to the entrance on the other side of the building, and all that.

Well, I opened a door to one of the classrooms, hoping for a table and chairs to work with, and found a pastor there. He said he was going to call the police unless I watched a video the church had prepared. It seems that they had been having problems with burglars, and even with all my homework on my back I couldn't convince him that I wasn't interested in theft. I just wanted to study. I had homework due.

But he made me sit down and watch a cartoon (with anthropomorphic animals, no less!) about how no matter what my friends thought, breaking into buildings was "not cool." Very cliche.

"Look, Miss. The person breaking into that church is a rat. You don't want to be a rat, do you?"
"You do realize that I'm 26, right? Not 5?"
"This isn't funny, Miss. This is very serious. This is your future we're talking about. You're on the road to drugs and prostitution."
"That's nice. Can I do my homework while I watch this?"

Finally he let me go, so late that not only had I missed my assignment, but the class it was for. I had flunked my class. He asked me if I ever wanted to break into a church again, and I told him that I was never setting foot in any church again. I think I added a "you bastard" to that. On my way out, I found his a woman by the side of the road with a blown tire, and offered to give her a ride. Turned out she was the pastor's wife, come to pick him up from guard duty. I dropped her off back at the church, and the pastor started cheering that he had saved another lost youth. I flipped him off as I left.