non-lucid

15.12.2010

Cursed House (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Three dreams, two lucid:

Second:

I was in a huge old abandoned house that it was cursed. It was said a crazy women died in there. I was looking for a piano. I wanted to make a photo of it. I had a crystal bowl on my hand I wanted to create echo to find the piano.

I tried to turn on some lights, but they worked oddly. I went to the top floor and I saw five cats. Three of the cats attacked me. I wanted to make a photo of one of them, but it was faster and it attacked me all the time.

A lady told me to leave the house. She warned me that she was going to call the police. I ignored her and she told, "You are being called to court now. The judge will see you know"

I left the house, worried about being arrested and I hopped it was just a dream. I looked at my hands and it was indeed a dream.

I started to fly over a small river, looked at the house and I decided to blast it. While I was floating on the river, I tried to create an energy blast without success. I then flew against the water to create a small Tsunami and soak the house.

I got to the coast and met with my wife. I told her we were in a dream and told her to count her fingers, but I woke up.

14.12.2010

Weird restaurant evaluation (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Three dreams for the 14th.

First:

I was evaluating a restaurant. The had the instructions on portraits on the walls. I was with a couple more DC and there were rare requests. There was a guy who paid $120 for a $1 bill.
I was outdoors now and there was some sort of construction outside. It was cloudy and I was driving a different car.

13.12.2010

Contaminated Lake (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I recorded three dreams for the 13th.

Third:

It was day and I was by the lake. The lake was contaminated with oil. I could see several pennies floating on the water. I could sit on the oil and not sink.

Suddenly, a huge dog wanted to be petted. More dogs asked for love but I had no hands for all. I realized that my chest was sunburnt and I had no tattoo.

Misses dream signs:
- Bathing on such a nasty lake.
- My tat was gone.

13.12.2010

Free computers (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I recorded three dreams for the 13th.

Second:

I was with two DC that were playing MTG. I wanted to play with them but I was told to not play my five colors zen control deck nor my fast elf deck. We were inside a waiting area for some employment offices.

Inside of the office, there was a desk with two chairs. For some reason, it communicated with the apartment were we living. I realized they were not my friends but my siblings. Our dad bought us three Dell computers and installed them in the basement. Each of us had each own computer now. They looked old school but worked well. The computers had Windows XP and Firefox. They had a black weightless mouse (same mouse I have in waking) I felt happy because I could backup my waking laptop into the desktop.

After several days of not remembering my dreams, I had an active dreaming night last night. Unfortunately, I had to rush out the door this morning and did not have time to write them down or tell my husband about them which makes them harder to recall. Instead, I lay in bed an extra five minutes or so and recounted them in my head so that I could record them tonight. There were four dreams that I seemed to remember vividly this morning, but only one has stuck with me through the day- and I don't remember it as well now as I did this morning. That's how it goes! I really need to just get back to writing down key words. But this one dream was really weird so it is worth recording even though I don't remember it all.

In which I travel through the woods and meet an authoritarian blob who tells me I'm dreaming but I stay non-lucid anyway...

I'm in a dark, thick and slightly scary forest. It's a fairy tale type of forest, like in Hansel and Gretel, where the trees are so dense that they don't let in much light. The ground is moss-covered dirt, tangled with roots. I'm not me, but a dark haired woman with bobbed hair. An atheletic woman with curly shoulder-length hair is with me. I have to dig a box out of the hard ground.

After a lot of labour, I pull up a soiled old red box about the size of a shoe box. I open the box and there are some objects inside that aren't very valuable, but I can't remember what they were. The athletic woman and I are happy because these objects are necessary for us to enter the clearing.

We come out of the forest and into a clearing. We are standing in front of a cabin or a house that has a large, covered side patio with a few tables and chairs. There are a few people sitting out on the patio. The "man" who owns the house comes out. He is sort of a Jabba-The-Hut type character though I can't remember exactly if he was a man or another kind of creature. He rules over this area, and we are allowed to enter since we have these objects. He is an authority figure and we are under his control, but we are somehow grateful to him.

We are in the woods again and now having the objects from the box is not enough. To enter the house, we have to also agree to be naked. I strip off my clothes and am walking through the woods naked. I get up to the house and the authoritarian blobby man tells me that the objects are enough and that I don't have to be naked. I can put my clothes back on.

I argue with him and tell him that he required us to come naked or else we'd have to stay in the woods. He argues back and says that I'm trying to change the course of the dream by inserting this naked requirement into it when really we are welcome to enter the house anytime. At that point, I notice that I am me again, not the bobbed haired lady. The bobbed haired lady is sitting on the patio with the curly-haried lady. I tell the bobbed-haired lady that I was dreaming that I was her. She told me that I'd been there the whole time, but that I didn't realize I was dreaming.

All of this makes sense to me in my dream, and I even think about how I need to remember to write this down in the morning. But I never really become lucid. For example, I stayed naked even though everyone else had clothes on. I sat at the patio with the rest of them feeling insecure and embarrassed. The authoritarian blob guy seemed really irritated with me. The two ladies were nice, but disinterested.

This is the closest I've come to a lucid dream in a long time, but I haven't actually ever tried to have one. It was such a strange dream that I think I might actively try to induce a lucid dream when I get a chance.

Couldn't write this earlier because I worked but I had a strange dream.

It felt like I was in one of those scary movies where there are people in hiding and others who are searching and want to kill those in hiding.

I was one of the ones in hiding. Sadly, because I went through a whole day of stuff I don't think I can recall all the dream but I just want to get some of it out.

There was a group of people, about 10-12, all different ages and races and somehow we were paired together. We were in hiding because there were people who wanted to kill us. It seemed like 30 Days of Night type deal or The Road but not exactly because there were still others living in the world quite normally that we occasionally came into contact with.

Right now all I can remember was being in a house where the windows and doors were blocked with whatever we could find, sheets, tables, blankets, boxes, anything. We were trying to keep ourselves safe so we never turned on lights.

It was day light at one point and I remember barely peaking out a part of the window, making sure it was safe. The house was just sad. We were all sitting around just waiting for when it was okay to move to the next place.

Something went wrong. All I remember was us rushing as fast as we could to get on a bus, but it wasn't really a bus. More like a tour bus/the bus from Harry Potter. I was standing outside of the bus handing little children from their parents up into the bus while my boyfriend was sitting in the driver seat, but he wasn't my rl boyfriend. As I'm pushing people onto the bus faster and faster I can see the bad people coming. My boyfriend is yelling at me to get on the bus but I wont. I have to make sure that everyone is safe.

At the last possible moment I am able to get on the bus and we speed away as fast as we can. While sitting in the seat behind the driver seat i place my hand on my dream boyfriends shoulder and he grabs it tightly for a minute before returning to the steering wheel.

We drive for what seems like a short while but somehow we're safe. We're at the next area and my dream boyfriend walks out of the car into the house and starts getting people in. After everyone is situated he sits on a chair and pulls me to sit on his lap. His hands grab my face in a somewhat rougher manner but its because he was afraid. He says "This life is miserable as it is. You can't do that again. I couldn't continue without you. We (looks around) wouldn't continue without you" and then he kisses me.

I woke shortly after that and rushed to work.

What an intense dream.

I was at school at some point, but I can't remember much, other than JO was there.

I was at some point at some warehouse too.

I remember sitting beside V. I was just looking at him. He was looking off into the distance. I decided to kiss him. I ran my lips over his cheek; it was so soft. I couldn't seem to get my lips away from him; I ran over and over his face, and eventually gave him a little sort of lick-kiss over his mouth. Then the dream ended.

missed 3 great chances to get lucid last night. one i was playing football and unable to do a dragback as i always seem to be in dreams. one i was running and started floating but naively dismissed it as finally happening in real life

finally i had alot of things getting worryingly damaged like my bike and cooker in the house. worry should be a good dreamsign to try to use.

D- must try harder

12/13/2010
Fragment
Don't remember much about this one at all. It was something to do with being on a God of War / Castlevania type of quest, battling creatures of the night and making my way through treacherous terrain. The main thing I remember is being on a high cliff face, having to scale the structure with my bare hands. There was a lot of cliff-hanging and crazy maneuvering, but most of the details are gone. In a hilarious twist, by the end of the dream, I was working in a childcare center, and I had to balance my time on the job with my mission; constantly checking the time and plotting out where my adventure would take me next, after I got done with my shift.

Something about having to climb over a massive mountain or something. I had to fight some kind of creatures of the night, and the whole thing kind of felt like God of War, or something similar. There was a lot of cliff-hanging and maneuvering. I just don't remember much. By the end, I remember having a job at like a childcare center or something, and had to balance being on time, with my mission.

12/10/2010
"The Mighty Pen"

I was really broken up about a death in my family. I have a strong feeling that it was my mom, but I'm not exactly sure. My dad was actually alive, and in this dream with me, though my mom was nowhere to be found. Whatever the case, I was in my old house (Canterbury) and crying about it. Trying to get me to snap out of mourning, my dad came into my room to talk to me. I just wanted him to leave me alone. There was really nothing that he was able to say, to make the pain go away. And, in his usual way, his cold words did more to agrivate me than they did to help rid me of my emotions. Finally, fed up, I said something that got him to piss off. I can't remember what it was, though.

He left the room, and went to the bathroom down the hall. Alone with my thoughts for another minute or so, I eventually began to clear my head. It was then that I heard my alarm chirp, as if someone had just walked into the house, unannounced. (Funny thing is, we didn't have the alarm, back at that house. The only alarm we've ever had is the one installed in the house I live in now. I didn't even think of this as strange, in the dream.) Whomever it was, they made no effort to let us know that they were here, and unless they were sitting in the living room, by themselves, they were coming down the hall toward me room. I also knew that we had hollow floors, so if they were coming down the hallway, they were purposefully trying not to make any noise. Quickly, I looked around for a weapon. The only thing that was within arms reach was a pair of ink pens on my desk. Without a second thought, I grabbed them up, holding them - one in each hand - in downward positions, to make them effective stabbing weapons. Waiting patiently at my room door, I took a fighting stance, anxiously poised and ready for the intruder to make his appearance at my doorway. A hand appeared, and I lunged. Stabbing the first pencil out toward my target, I drew it back when I noticed a gorgeous young girl, with light-brown skin and cornrows, standing in front of me. Startled, she said "It's just me," throwing her hands up and staring at the uncapped pen aimed at her throat.

Apparently, her and I were friends (though I have no idea if she's actually someone that I know in waking life). She told me that she knew about what had happened to my family member, and she just really wanted to hang around and cheer me up. I actually wasn't in the mood for 'cheering up,' and I believe I was going to be leaving the house soon, so I kindly walked her back out the front door. We had a short conversation on the porch, and I kept calling her "Jessica." Finally, after having put up for quite some time - and being really classy about it - she just gave me a friendly smirk and said "It's Vanessa." I felt really bad for getting her name wrong, and even worse for asking her to leave, when she just wanted to try to lift my spirits. I knew I wasn't able to hang out at the time, though. After spending a few seconds with her, I went back inside. I remember doing something with the alarm keypad, but I don't believe I armed it.

(After this dream, I woke up to the sound of the real house alarm going off. I came to find out that my mom had been in the living room, with the alarm company, and they were testing it for some kind of trouble. It seems all of their beeping and fooling with the system had worked its way into my dream.)

Moving in with my supervisor:

I have just arrived at my supervisor's house, where I for some reason am going to live with him and his daughter for some time. His daughter looks different than IRL and in some ways my supervisor does to. He even behaves a bit differently and less distinguished.

Their house is rather big and so are all of the rooms. However, those rooms do not look very cosy and homelike but have white walls and stuff such as boxes and wires in them, but not much normal furniture. One of the rooms looks a lot like the part of a store where the counters are. There were several counters in this room which looked very similar to those in a grocery store. However, in these "counters" you instead did the dishes. I saw my supervisor do this several times during the dream. He even wore a white and green checked apron. After having watched him do the dishes several times he asked me if I could do this sometime too and I replied that I would. After all, if I was supposed to live there I felt that it was natural for me to help with stuff like that. Several times during the rest of the dream I thought that I would do some dishing, but I was always distracted by something and started to feel guilty for never taking care of it.

Later, my supervisor returns home from something and has apparently been through something really tough which you can perhaps compare to a divorce or a loss of something very important. He seems extremely depressed and appears to have been devastated. After a while, I carefully ask him if it is perhaps better if I move out again, since this is maybe a bad time for me to stay here. However, he says "no, no" and seems relieved to have me there. He is happy that I am there and wants me to stay, apparently especially because of what has just happened. A while earlier I had seen him cut his hair without even looking into a mirror, and I know that he is too proud of his hair to just cut it like that. I had asked him if he did it because of what happened, but he only replied that he just felt that it was time to cut it.

Even later in the dream, he has invited a bunch of guests to the house. I do not really meet any of them and do not see any of them cleary, but I can feel that they are there and can see movement and hear things from them. I feel that I do not really know how to behave and therefore move away into an empty room, looking for a bathroom. I start to wonder if they even have a shower around here. I am starting to feel a bit worried that I will never find a shower there and start smelling in a few days. I open several white doors without any success. Finally I find a stairway, which I follow. Apparenly it leads up to the roof. I now stand on the roof, which consists of red tiles. There, in the middle stands a toilet. I find it weird to place a toilet up here and start wondering if anyone would see me if I used it now. I look around and notice that I am really high above the ground. I see the lawn a long way below and the daughter playing there. It is a clear and sunny day. I now realize that this is both a toilet and a shower. To take a shower you sit on the toilet and pull a rope hanging from above in order to make water pour down on you. I thought that this was not very practical, since you could not move around very much up here. I now also noticed thin, almost fully transparent curtains to pull around me. I got annoyed, because people would see me through them. Besides, the wind was blowing them apart all the time...


Fragments:

* I remember that it was a long time since I sent an e-mail to my old friend P, who I apparently had used to exchange mails with a lot when I had been younger. I write him an e-mail now and tell him about my life nowadays and so on. When I have sent it I can see that it had been sent to another address as well. Then I remember that when P had been smaller, his mom always wanted to read all the e-mails he received. I had now written to the same address, which was apparently still connected to his mom's. This meant that she would also be able to read what I had just written and I did not really like this.

* I am on the bus with my friend A. I am sitting and he is standing, holding on to a pole. He tells me that he has been married once, a few years ago, and seems to be serious. I become shocked (he is only nineteen and does not seem like the type...) and ask him several times if it is really true. He keeps responding "yes" in a voice which is still serious. Then he adds, apparently to try and make me understand: "Yes, in a story I have written about myself". I then angrily exclaim that what he writes about himself in his stories is not true and that he cannot lie like this. However, he does not understand what I mean and seems to think that everything that he has written about himself becomes true...

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:
Another dream involving a library...

I was in a small room. This room was part of a library, and had a ceiling of normal height, and dark, ruddy brown walls with white trim. The lighting was dim, as if someone had put a few sheets of tissue paper over the single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. It was also slightly yellowish, which was unusual.

Against the walls, there were tall shelves of books. These shelves were fairly antique-looking, and were made of reddish brown wood that had been polished. They were scuffed up here and there, but overall they were fairly nice bookshelves that, if they were real, I'd have wanted to take home with me. The books were lined up normally and on a slightly tilt against the inside of the bookshelves; most of them were teen and adolescent novels with thicker spines. I pulled one out, and on the atmospheric cover there was a moon and a black wolf. The wolf was almost cartoony and was looking up at the moon, standing in a flat of grass.

I opened the book and read some text, which I forget. The text size was normal, probably around 10 or 11 point, while the book itself had around 300 pages.

I had this dream within the last month- forgot to write it down

I was at my old high school, but it was by the ocean. The driveway up to the school bordered the sea and was a spiral. In the center of the spiral was the main office. I was walking through the halls; I guess I had class. I had books with me. I somehow knew it was time to go- that school was out. I took flight, without any means to do so, and was flying above the office and down the spiral. I remember I wasn't entirely sure how to fly and felt unstable. I noticed at the front of the school was a very large sand sculpture in the shape of an old egyptian. Waves were thundering against the sculture and eating away at it. At the top of this sand sculture was the school- it was built on sand. I realized that as the waves beat away, the entire structure was giving way. Other people showed up and we were starting to build up the sculture again, trying to keep it stable. We were extending it so that there were more layers. The waves were getting bigger and bigger. The sculture was seated, but we changed its shape so it was laying down- so its legs would block the sea. We finally felt as if we had successfully built up the structure against the waves and rested.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID NIGHTLY ADVENTURE

Good morning! Woke up with zero recall, and I was kinda disappointed. Then when I had breakfast two dreams came back to me, and one of them was very cool. Superpowers and whatnot. I almost got lucid, but didn't quite make it. I also have some memories of waking up, talking to my girlfriend. She took some notes.

21.15: Bedtime

22.19: Sleeptalking
I wake up, and I start speaking to Monica. "What are you waiting for?" Monica replies. "What?" "What are you waiting for" "What I am waiting for?" "Yeah..." "Nothing" I fall back asleep.

22.43: Sleeptalking
I wake up. "Summon something! Four meters of ceiling against the head, hurts like shit!"

05.15: Fragment
*I'm in a mall with my family. The entire first floor is filled with waist-deep water. I put on a pair of swimming goggles and dive under. The water is crystal clear and warm. The bottom is filled with small mussels and white and brown small seashells. I pick up a very cool one. I break the surface, and look around. No one is watching. I pocket the shell.

05.15: Who will become the next superhero?
I'm at the local supermarket and I'm in a big competition. A guy from work (David) shows up. I use some kind of mental power to steal his powerball. Peace of cake. I now have four. "Aww crap! I wanted Linus to have four, he's only got three" he tells me. I realise that all balls have been taken, and I can feel the energy radiating from them. I start running. Dodging food stands and jumping over small counters with food samples. I spot Linus and he smiles at me, he looks embarrassed. All red in his face. I keep on running.

Suddenly I've got rollerblades on, and my agility is incredible (for a dream). I spot a huge chocolate bar and I snatch it. Outside of the shop, I start stuffing my face with chocolate. I jam all I can into my mouth before I slam the thing on the ground. A little girl nearby gets startled, and her dad looks angrily at me. I don't care. I am going to become the champion. I walk out from the overhang, into the rain. It's pretty dark outside now, and I can see the silhouette of a huge mountain wall in the darkness. "The other guy is halfway up already" a voice tells me.

I realise I can fly up there and stretch out my arms. Nothing happens. I don't believe in it enough for it to work. "Oh well, I guess I'll have to climb then" I think and walk up to the ladder at the base of the wall, and start climbing. Almost at the top, a black guy appears and tries to shoot me with a gun. I quickly dodge and make him drop the gun. He brings out a sharp piece of flexible metal. Like a razorblade the size of a sword. I grab the blade and cut him in several places before he has a chance to react. Apparently this was all staged, and we had a deal on where I was going to cut. Unfortunately I had cut him in the wrong places. His thigh, stomach and face was bleeding from thin, long cuts. "Ouch! That was in the wrong place dude!" he whines.

05.15: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8 hours

Supplements before bed: 200 ml applejuice, 2 x Omega-3

That's it! Almost lucid. I am going to try again tonight, but I will probably only get 7 hours of sleep. The "Constant Awareness" thingy is VERY hard. I have had awareness for a few hours total today, but hopefully it helps. I'm sure it will in the long run!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

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

[I dreamed for a subjectively really long time last night, but my recall is a bit fragmented. I don't really remember the transitions between most of the scenes, which is reflected in the absence of flowing transitions between paragraphs in this entry.]

I'm lying in a bed that I'm sharing with a man I know. It's not sexual; he's asleep. He rolls over onto me, apparently completely unaware of my presence. I struggle to get out from underneath him, and succeed, standing up.

I'm now in a long, wide, rectangular space with white walls that serves as the entryway to our church's offices, which are within a really big building. A long, straight hallway leading to other offices on the floor forms one of the long sides of the rectangle, and the doors into our offices are on the other side. The center of the rectangle is filled with a row of wide, square, dark-colored, upholstered seats. I'm lying on one of them, with my knees bent over the front edge of it and my feet on the floor. Several people from my church walk by, coming in and out of the doors. They see me, and I say, “Hi.”

I'm in another room in the same really big building. It's being remodeled. There's a couch that's completely wrapped in newsprint, because someone is going to paint this room. I'm standing near the doorway, and I see L.M. [a teacher from my real high school, whose class I was never in] walking by out in the hall. I introduce one of the other people who's in the room with me to her: “This is L.M. She teaches biology.” L.M. is wearing a name tag that says “Sakura Lily [Something-or-other beginning with M],” in Roman characters. I think, I didn't know that was her real name.

I'm looking out the wall of the really big building that's make up of one really big window, at a sky filled with pink and orange clouds. I realize that it's already 3:00 in the afternoon, and I've already wasted most of the day. I'd better hurry up if I want to do the studying I still need to do for my final. [In the dream, I actually remembered having experienced most of an entire day in that really big building, including lunchtime.]

I'm in another living-room-like room, similar to the one that was being remodeled, except that this one isn't. At this point, it hits me: This isn't a real place. I'm dreaming. That explains why I wasn't really hungry for lunch earlier: my real body is asleep, and I had a big dinner before I went to bed. Oh! Since I'm dreaming, it's not really 3:00. The day hasn't even started yet! I still have time to study! Strangely, thinking about the fact that I'm dreaming causes me to feel woozy, dizzy, and sick, and the whole world to tilt. [Probably because I was rereading parts of the Inception shooting script again, in which telling someone that they're dreaming causes the dream to destabilize. Dang it! I know it doesn't have to be like that.] I think, No. I have to keep the dream stable. I kneel down to feel the carpet, which, this time, is a little like the carpet in my real room, except lighter (more yellow than brown) and slightly shaggier. The dizzy, tilting feeling goes away. Standing up, I put my hands under running water. At first, I can't feel it at all, but then I feel the warm water running over my hands. Then, I reach into a fish tank on a nearby table to touch the goldfish in it with my fingers. I've done this before, I think. What did it feel like? This. It does feel pretty much like I remember it feeling when I had my own goldfish tank in reality.

I return to the room that was being remodeled, to find that they're done remodeling it. The couch has been unwrapped and all the other furniture has been returned to the room. This room will be serving as the first-aid station for some kind of event; there's a handwritten paper sign on the door saying so. I feel the need to leave this room clean and neat before this dream ends (I sense that it will soon), so I pick up all the trash and used tissues that are lying all over the middle of the floor.

I'm outside, at night, looking at a couple of brightly-lit city blocks. I think, Oh, cool! Those are the blocks just to the south of home! [What home, I don't have the slightest idea.] I start flying, this time taking off with more of an effort of will and belief than by jumping (it also helps that I'm feeling happy and excited), and go straight up, so as to admire the view better. When I get up high, I start being pulled backward again [see this DJ entry and this one], but this time, it doesn't frighten me. I think, Oh, I must be going back to my real body now.

It turns out that I'm wrong. I find myself in another unfamiliar place [I don't remember where it was]. I pinch my nose and can still breathe through it, which is a pretty neat feeling. I'm still dreaming. [I remember doing this on two different occasions, but I'm not sure when the other one was.]

I'm entering my family's house [but it's none of our real houses]. P. is waiting for me inside, and expresses frustration that I've been gone so long. I'm still aware that this is a dream, but I decide to play along with the dream plot. I enter the kitchen, and my parents are there. I look at the whiteboard/calendar attached to the side of the fridge and see that something I wrote there before has been erased, and the magnets on it have been moved around. I follow my family up the stairs in the house, and we end up in a room filled with barrels of wine.

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Side notes:

This dream seemed to go on for a really long time, especially considering that I remembered being in the dream building for most of a day. I only wrote down the most memorable moments. I think this is because time dilation was the topic I was reading the most about here on DV before I went to bed last night. I am pleased with this development, and now I'm even more motivated to learn better control, so that I can really take advantage of the time and stability I now seem to have in lucid dreams.