non-lucid

For some reason I thought the house at the top of our street had stolen our dog (Bit of a recurring dream). So I jumped their fence and brought the dog back to our house.

Later on I was at a Australian National Basketball League game when a small fire lit on the roof. I thought this was my fault for stealing the dog. For some reason, Gold Coast Blaze player, Daryl Hudson asked for his lighter, as that would put it out apparently.

So later on I was with my Mum and she was questioning me about the dog. I told her I did take it because they stole it from us. She said that we got $150 for it and was very happy. This made me really annoyed.
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I had organised to go to the beach with my friend, so I was with my Mum picking him up. When we got to his house I realised it was the wrong day. My Mum went to get him not believing me but I told her again, so we got back in the car and left.
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Later on we went back to the same house, on the right day, this time just to hang out. The people there were me, my friend (Friend #1), my sister, her friend, my mum, my mates mum and another of my mate (Friend #2).

So me and Friend #1 began playing basketball on a ring at the front of his house. Friend #2 was just sunbaking in the backyard. So after a while my friend went back inside and I just walked around the front yard wondering what to do. After a while I heard Friend #1's mum saying me and Friend #1 could go in the pool. I thought it was a great idea but realised my shorts were very loose and couldn't be tightened, so they would probably fall off. I went back inside, in hope of going in the pool. My mum and Friend #1's Mum were in the backyard talking. Friend #2 was still sunbaking, and someone made a comment about that which gave him a fake smile, then going back to sunbaking. Friend #1's mum asked me if Friend #1 had told me about an ex teacher at our school insulting the principal. Somehow I actually remembered him telling me and told his mum that it was funny.
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Teacher's Pest



I sat in one my professor's class, a class that is based on poetry. Everything was the same, as usual, except that all the desks were a lot smaller than university tables, and were tiny, elementary school desks. I was my normal, large, adult size, complete with facial hair and a smile.

My teacher, on the other hand was very upset, and increasingly annoyed by my "antics" which were nothing more than making a joke here and there, and getting the class off topic.

Let's All Go to the Lobby!



I found myself in a large lobby of what could be a business building in a large city. The lobby was expansive and tiles and had massively tall ceilings, even though there were many, many floors in the building. I spent some time walking the halls and various floors, as if I were searching for something.

At some point, parts of the corporate building began to merge into something of a convenience mart, but a palatial one. Finally I came to a front desk type of area and felt that this was what I needed to see, and I had in the back of my head that someone told me I needed to pick up a piece of 'legal' paper, something that looked like a receipt.

However, the woman at the desk, or receptionist was VERY curt with me and yelled at me, telling me something along the lines of "instead of being courteous, why don't you try doing the right thing?" or something.

I became upset because I was doing what I felt I was supposed to do, by filling out this yellow card. I got very angry, maybe it was the 'customer is always right' mentality, but I was furious. I walked around some more trying to find what I was supposed to do, until I came back to the front desk, and another person 'helped' me, by telling me that I needed to fill out a this specific yellow receipt paper pad... the same one I was just denied.

At this point I said 'fuck it' and had made quite a scene. I started yelling about the incompetence of these people and how they just like to yank people around, and I went over to a section that had nothing but these yellow pads, or papers and I furiously ripped them up.

As I did so, I realized that I just might make a couple people unhappy, so I turned and made my way to the door so I could exit, but I was on the second floor and I couldn't find a good way down. there were 3 escalators, but they all came up to me from the floor below, or went up from me into the floor above...but with a little searching I was able to find the escalator that went downstairs, and I headed towards the large revolving doors, when I saw that it was stacked with security, I doubled back, and headed down a different hallway on the first floor

I could FEEL the security coming after me, and since I wasn't running I thought I'd be able to get away alright, but the security was gaining and gaining on me. It was then that I realized, "wait, I'm dreaming... I can rectify this simply."

So I stopped running and stepped into the wall, as if it weren't there. Calmly I stood and watched through the wall as the security continued down the hall, completely unaware of me.

I confidently stepped out from the wall, accomplished, and woke up.

Tricking the Prankster Bear King in Space!


I found myself in space, fighting in an epic space war. I flew my own craft, that looked like a small flying saucer with a bubble top. (Spaceman spiff style) .


I did not want to fight anymore, as I didn’t find any worthy point in sacrificing my life for a war I knew nothing about. So I deserted. I "woke up" and I left the war and decided to indulge in my own explorations of space and the thrill of adventure. I flew far from the war, in the empties of space when I was attacked out of nowhere and shot down. I crash-landed my ship onto a nearby planet.

After leaving my ship behind, I explored the terrain and came across an attractive and sexually stimulating woman. I became excited and tried to seduce her. It was then that I realized the “woman” was made out of oranges and orange peels. I became upset, infuriated that somebody would deceive me in such a manner. I was determined to find out the culprit, and upon further investigation a forgettable dream character told me that the trickster was The Bear King. The Bear King reveled in pulling pranks and tricks, and that was how each Bear King was crowned: by pranking the previous King to become a much feared leader of the Space Bear Kingdom. I had never heard of The Bear King, but I didn’t care because revenge fueled my every move, so I decided that I would pull a prank on the King of Bears and Pranksters…and in turn I would become King. I was told that I was insane for thinking of trying, and that I’d never be able to accomplish such a feat, and that I would be killed.

I returned to the Bear Kingdom, royal bears lined the palace -- The King’s Subjects. The Bear King himself sat upon an elegant and elevated throne further into the palace. Thousands of soldier bears stood in line between myself and the throne. I then approached the throne, carrying a covered silver platter in my hands. I walked up the epic flight of steps and humbly approached the Bear King, and bowed. I told the Bear King that I gave up, that he was the greatest King ever. As an offering of my subservience, I showed the Bear King the platter. I uncovered the platter, upon which my penis lay. My dick was exaggeratedly huge, about three feet long and the width of a fire hose.

I offered my dick on a platter, and told the Bear King that it was a lollipop, a human treat of the grandest scale, that he had to suck. So, after having his ego thoroughly stroked, the Bear King accepted my surrender and started sucking my dick. Another bear realized that the King fellated me, and the Kingdom went in uproar. Ashamed and defeated for sucking my cock, the Bear King left the Kingdom as the crown was placed on my head. I became the first human Bear King to uproarious cheers.

The dream began in my high school's art room, which in the dream was the locker room. I was back in Sports and rec class along with Todd and Zach G. We all ran out of the room and started playing tag. I was dominating, chasing people down and getting them before they could think. While I was running turned my head, and could see Zach following me. For some reason, I stripped down to my underwear, I think to eliminate wind resistance. The underwear were red. I turned around and ran as fast as I could. He was tagged and I headed back to grab my clothes. The pants were still there but my shirt was gone. I walked back to the room and everyone laughed and asked where my shirt was.

Marijuana Horde

LUCID

Two of my roommates had a storage unit that contained giant burlap sacks which were full of stalks of marijuana plants, uncured and untrimmed. These were huge, massive amounts of weed that I KNEW would remain unused and wasted by my two roommates, because they never smoked pot a day in their lives. I don't know WHY they had it, but they did, and they were currently 'out of town.' I decided the best idea would be to go to the storage unit, prune the weed and steal it all for myself. I managed to steal a little, but perceived time constraints I was unable to get the rest of the horde so I went home.

At home I ran into my roommates, who decided to come home early for the rest of the summer. I got worried and paranoid that they were going to go back to the storage unit... but I tried to play it cool because I would be 'found out' and busted, and end up not having 'fun,'

weirdly it was this massive paranoia that pulled me into lucidity, when I said to myself "fuck this," and took matters into my own hands.

So my roommates were driving to the storage unit, and asked me to go with them. (This is where the weird stuff starts) I sat in the backseat of the car as they drove... and I immediately shifted my awareness and perspective into the body of a police officer sitting in a cruiser off the side of the highway.

I was simultaneously in the car with my roommates AND acting as the Policeman in his own car. I took it upon myself as the policeman to follow my roommates and me to the storage unit, and 'BUSTED' the roommates and confiscated the rest of the drugs as the policeman, so that the 'me' wouldn't get in trouble with the others.

Since it was 'illegal' I managed to confiscate the marijuana and gave it to 'myself' as the police-me pushed my busted roommates into the back of the cruiser, I shifted my awareness back into the 'real me' and left with the weed.

I guess the weird thing is that I didn't smoke ANY of the marijuana at all, but I was just enjoying the company of my 'Bud'

tonight I had 2 dreams but I can't remember either very well

1st one:
4chan was throwing a New Year's party at some sort of a park place. there was a park and then a really tall sort of house that resembled someone I know's but it was a lot bigger. There wasn't really fire works but when I went up there people were setting all sorts of stupid things on fire, like a bowl that someone was carrying on their head full of propane jello and marshmellows and other stuff. general craziness, can't remember a ton besides thinking it was odd there was a New Year's party a week after New Year's. I left and went down the stairs and I remember meeting someone but can't remember anything about it, I got onto a car or ATV or something and went through the field and left the event. I was on the road and I remember seeing a couple kids on the side of the road and hitting something, then going over to the kids and then started walking with them. It was an older sister and a younger brother, they were about 6 and 3 1/2 years old. can't remember a ton but it feels like we might've gone up a road somewhere to some sort of a ranch but I can't remember any more of it.
I woke up, it was still 5 so I went back to sleep though.

The 2nd one all I can remember is that Pokemon were real and I think Steven (a character in the games) was there and we were going to battle or something but I woke up. I think more happened but I really can't remember because my dad started talking to me before I could write them down.

I was trying to find something or do something. I think it was something along the lines of trying to get to a party, or get something for a party.

I ended up running through a very video game-like set of obstacles. I jumped down this giant hole in the ground. I worried I would get hurt, but I just felt this sort of jolt when I hit the side of it and slid down the rest of the way. I remember running through to some random rooms and whatnot and grabbing some food for the party. It ended after that.

So in the dream i was with the girl i liked and we were going places and having fun and laughing. -Dream End-

-Real Life Begin- So today I, out of no where asked the girl i like out and she said YES! so was that a vision of me and my girlfriend eventually being together?

Health Care Lesson From Tupac



I stood in a crowded bar, watching people, but without any type of drink. The energy was high and the dream characters seemed to be having a good time. The energy shifted drastically when Tupac Shakur arrived at the scene. All of a sudden Tupac pulled out two hand-held pistols and shot the place up. Now, I don't know if Tupac was there specifically to shoot me or to settle the score with someone else, nonetheless I had been caught in the crossfire. 7 bullets lodged into my body, as I felt the pressure twist me around. I felt each bullet inside of me. One in my chest just below the clavicle, one in my right bicep, two in the groin area of my inner thighs, one in my left leg in the quad, and a bullet went through each of my calves. I fell against the bar, and panic erupted in the bar.

I stumbled out of the bar, intent on living. I wasn't in pain as-so-much as shock. I wasn't afraid that I would just drop dead, I was mostly afraid that Tupac would exit the bar and finish the job. Bleeding, my only intent was to make my way to the nearest hospital as quickly as possible. Luckily, the hospital was only a dream block away. So I shuffled my way to the hospital, feeling every bullet in me as I walked.

I quickly arrived upon the hospital and shuffled into the ER lobby. I had bled profusely everywhere I went, but the receptionist didn't even seem to notice. She simply shoved a clipboard towards me and told me to have a seat and fill out some paperwork. I remember saying, incredulously, "Seriously!?" before accepting this and sitting down. I was uncomfortable because I was bleeding on the chair, the table next to me, the clipboard and the floor, and I didn't want to bleed on the other people in in the lobby.

So I stepped backoutside and leaned against the wall next to the automatic sliding doors of the hospital. I tried my best to fill out the paperwork, but I couldn't concentrate, I had lost too much blood and energy. That's when I grew dizzy from blood-loss and threw up on the exterior of the hospital's walls, before I woke up.

There is a big army standing in file in front of me awaiting my orders. They have spears and those helmets that go down to the nose, but I don't think they wore much or appropriate armor. I get the feeling I had ordered them already in a previous dream. They aren't very orderly or respectful; instead they joke around a lot. At some point I am also in a big, dim mansion, searching for something... like in the game Luigi's Mansion where you must find Mario. I don't think there were any ghosts though.

I unintentionally woke up a few other times during the night but I couldn't remember anything.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I seem to be more motivated to record my dreams when I'm in school. Holidays and weekends, less so.

Last night, I dreamed that I was on a balcony, overlooking some sort of Caribbean-style ocean, and the time appeared to be twilight. The ocean water was mint green and blue, getting darker as it radiated out towards the horizon. I knew the balcony was right where the ocean water hit the beach; if I were to look down, I would see the sand.

There was a square night table, probably only a foot high at most, which was made out of light wood, like oak. It wasn't polished and the edges were still sharp as if it hadn't been sanded down. It was basically slabs of wood that were shaped like a small table, but in my mind (at the time, anyways) it was normal. There was one large drawer in the front of it with a basic round handle, also made of unpolished wood. I pulled it out and saw a closed laptop. It was black with thin, white rubber grips on the sides, and a silver top. There was no logo on top, so I don't know what brand or type of laptop it was.

I put it on the short table, ignoring the fact that even though the drawer was still way open, I was sitting right in front of the table as if nothing was there. I didn't close the drawer at all, but instead just sat in front of the table and opened the laptop lid. There was no sliding mechanism; I just pulled it open, and immediately it opened to an iPhoto-like program, which definitely had an Apple-like air to it. The background was dark gray, and there was a cover flow sort of picture arrangement. At that moment, my mother had just appeared beside me, so I nudged over and let her look through them.

She clicked on one photo which enlarged it, and brought the cover flow to the bottom of the screen, making it smaller. It was a picture of her ex-boyfriend.

"Look!" she said, somewhat excited.

"Mom," I told her sternly. My mom's ex-boyfriend was an abusive jerk, and I knew this even in the dream.

She moved onto the next photograph, this time one with the two of them together, making funny faces.

"Mom! I don't want you looking through these fucking pictures of him on the computer." The word choice sounded very controlling, but it didn't occur to me in the dream that there was anything wrong with it.

She clicked on another photo, and I didn't get too good of a look at it; I simply looked at her again and pushed her a bit. "Mom! Did you hear what I fucking said? Delete them!"

That's all I remember.

01/03/2011
Fragment
Something to do with having to fend of some attacker, using the knives from a kitchen set.



01/04/2011
Fragment One
I was in an enormous food court, filled with people. The only thing I really remember is trying to get some Chinese food, and the woman behind the counter didn't speak a lick of English. It took forever to get her to understand what I wanted. I tried to say something to her in Chinese, and had to repeat it 3 or 4 times before I realized I was speaking to her in Spanish, and not Chinese (which makes sense, since I don't really know any Chinese/Mandarin).


Fragment Two
Something about a shooting? I had to kill someone, for some reason that I can't remember. I believe it was self defense, because I remember being really upset about having to gun this person down. They had gotten drawn into some situation that involved and XBox360, I think. I remember a sign which said to turn off all 360 'transponders,' so that no more people would come, whatever the hell that meant.

12/31/2010
"Live Fire"

This dream was basically a live-action first person shooter. It was 100% realistic - as in; I was running around, in real life, literally trying to stay alive, and not just playing some video game. It was also very intense. Along with your regular, gun-toting bad guys, there were supernatural elements thrown into the scenario as well. Not only that, but I also had to square off against "bosses" like the Terminator and RoboCop. Throughout the ordeal, I was sometimes forced to ride around the suburbs, stealing cars and whatnot, to get to my objectives. I remember that of my missions had something to do with someone's family. I went to their house, armed with some kind of sub-machine gun, I believe, and showed up just as the wife was putting her kids in the car. While I was coming up the driveway, she turned and spotted me. Immediately, as if on instinct, the woman swiped her hand down, snatching up a handgun from her side, and just started blasting away at me, forcing me to dash away for cover.

Later, I had to face-off against RoboCop, although it wasn't the original RoboCop. It was my cousin, Mario, walking around as RoboCop. Not only did he have the trademark armor and automatic pistol, but he also had a shoulder cannon with the red, triangle-shaped, laser sight that the Predator uses, its three beams clearly visible in the air, whenever he was surrounded by smoke. There were also these "ghosts" or "reapers" or something, I had to fight against. They were see-through spirits, which floated around with scythes, which were the keys to their power. With the scythes, they could control time and space, and the weapons would essentially grant wishes for whomever was good enough to steal one of them. The wraiths used them to rewind time, whenever I would kill one of them, bringing their brethren back to life and forcing me to try and kill them all over again.

Dream - Lucid

Sigh. I laid in bed, literally, from 12:30am until after 5 before I fell asleep. Wtf, insomnia. I was so tired. I had to cancel my hair appointment this morning so I could get a little bit more sleep.

Despite all that, I did have a couple of dreams.

I was in a HUGE cabin with Chris. We were on vacation or something. The cabin was dark on the inside, and it was nighttime outside. I hugged Chris and commented on the weight he had lost (he's very big in waking life), and that my arms could fit all the way around him. There was a muppet-looking goat there, almost looked like a ram. I "remembered" when there had been another goat there, named Dolly, but she had died of old age. Anyway, the cabin had been left alone for a very long time, so the muppet-goat/ram had been left to his own devices. He had taken over my bed, but he surprisingly didn't chew anything up. I examined wires and stuff to see if he had chewed through anything, but he hadn't. I decided to name the goat Henry.

At some point, I went to sleep, and had a VERY realistic nightmare-within-a-dream. We were hearing noises, but dismissed them as ordinary creaks you'd hear in any old house. Then, I saw a light come on in one of the rooms, which came from the bathroom. I heard a toilet flush as well. I started freaking out saying "Chris, someone's here, someone's here!". We were frozen to the spot. A man stepped out of the room. He looked middle-aged, and looked like a hiker or a hunter. He said he had just been passing through and needed to use the restroom. He started to walk out the door of the cabin, when he turned around and pulled out an ax. We ran, and he chased us. He took Chris down by hitting him in the leg with the ax, and I made it to the stairs before he buried the ax into my leg as well. I remember trying to will myself to wake up, but it felt so real, I didn't think it was going to work, and that we were done for.

I woke up in the dream very paranoid, and asked Chris, who was on the porch, to please make sure all the doors were locked. The goat was now a cat, who looked just like my kitten in waking life, Miss Belle.



At some point, Chris wanted to go for a walk on The Greenway, a walking trail in our town in waking life. It closes at sundown, so we started sneaking in over some rocks and bushes. A cop car started to come so I dove in between some rocks to hide myself the best I could.

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I know this one was longer, and I should have written it down as soon as I woke up, but I didn't -_-, so I only remember hearing the song "How to Save a Life" by The Fray, and trying to figure out if it came out in 2005 or 2006.

This insomnia stuff is driving me crazy. It's been going on for awhile now. I've always been a light sleeper and I've always had sleeping problems, but never to this extent. Maybe I'm just getting old, haha. I'm about to go post something in the Sleep & Health forum, I'm sure you guys have some good advice for me, you always do.