non-lucid

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at "my office," which was nothing like an offce. I stood on the top of a gigantic (30m tall?) Kitchen counter, looking down over a gathering of flowers that were almost as tall as the kitchen counter. The blossoms were about 5m across and looked like a mix between lotuses and zinnias. They were a cream-white color with yellowy centers.

From down on the floor, from which the flowers grew, I could hear my company's CEO and someone else talking. They had been planning a party. (There may have been an earlier part to this dream in which I had been helping with the party planning.) They now may have made some reference to me, as if I were not present.

I thought I would get their attention. I thought I could hop from flower to flower to get closer to them. But I figured that wasn't a great idea. The flowers were probably weak. They might not support my weight.

At some point, it may have seemed like the flowers were floating in a body of water, as if this gigantic kitchen had been flooded up to the level of the countertop.

Something had been settled regarding my role in the party, and I was now walking along the counter-top, trying to get to wherever I needed to get to take care of my task. The kitchen floor seemed to get closer and closer, and things took on more and more of a regular proportion.

At some point my CEO walked past me, coming from the opposite direction. He may have been walking on the countertop, but I think he actually was down on the kitchen floor, which was now only 3m or so below the counter-top. I said hi to him. He said hi and addressed me by my name. I was pleasantly surprised that he knew my name.

I walked past some tall cardboard boxes that were on the counter-top. At the end of the counter-top was something that looked like a way-oversized wheelchair-ramp leading down to an oversized lobby that looked like the lobby to a small office building in a suburban office park.

I somehow found myself on another ledge, like an oversized counter-top, looking down (about 5m) to an oversized area that had been set up "to look like" a 1950s-style diner (even though I don't think now that the place actually looked like a 1950s-style diner).

The place had clean wood floors, white walls, and a few round tables. Over the huge front door was a huge "1950s-style" sign which looked like a mix between a clock and a spoon. The name of the restaurant was given, with a (not very convincing) "1950s-style" slogan underneath it.

I'd had to turn around to see the sign. I turned back around and was now in a smallish theatre, which was still, somehow, the "1950s diner." I stood (on the floor!) at the top and back of the theatre.

The theatre was full of young people, mostly boys. The theatre's seats were all set up at a couple of different angles. The seating was very steep, like stadium seating. The chairs were red. Down at the bottom was a small stage.

I understood that an anime festival was about to take place here. Some presenter (possibly a shortish, youngish-looking Asian woman in a grey t-shirt, pale blue jeans, and glasses) was about to begin speaking.

I found a couple of my friends: a man I don't recognize and my female friend T. They were sitting at the back of the theatre, on red-leather and chrome stools like counter-stools in a 1950s diner.

I went over to my friends. I lay down across a couple of the stools, stomach-down. I wondered if these seats were very good. After all, this place was packed. Once the presentation started, would we have a bunch of people constantly crowding in front of us?

My stool-tops now seemed to come directly out of the floor now, instead of being atop chrome poles. T, wearing a long skirt, lifted up her skirt to straddle me and sit on my back.

I kind of got mad that T had lifted up her skirt. I knew that she'd lift it up enough so that anybody looking would easily see the crotch of her panties. There had already been some creeps looking in our direction. Now that T had basically flashed everybody, these guys would probably really want to cause trouble for me.

At some point I may have had to tell T to get off me. The way the stool-tops were set and the way T sat on me were putting a lot of pressure on my spine. I figured I'd just roll down onto the floor and let T sit on me that way.

After this, T and I were standing by some doorway, just outside the theatre, looking into the dark theatre through a half-opened door. We stood in a white walled hallway.

We were talking to a couple of older, rich-looking, white people, probably a man and a woman. The man and woman were famous and possibly had had something to do with the anime and manga industry. We may have been making plans to collaborate on something.

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
During the day I had some emotional but fun situations where I would have loved to have been in a situation like this before and tried different things out. Then I realized I got the idea to use my dream world more. My dream world may be nearly perfect but my waking life has a lot of areas where I would like to see improvements. The dream world is a lot like Star Treks holo-deck, I can make it what I need and try things out there, in complete safety, and I even have a panic button. I was determined to recreate the dream world to meet my waking life needs.

Upon dreaming I had 3 totally underwhelming dreams and I was not lucid in any of them to any degree.

Dream 1: The Garden and a Patdown
There was this large forest and gardens but to get into it you first had to go through a security room that looked like a torture room from a video game. In the room you got a patdown and then were free to go int the forested garden area. The forestgarden was nothing special and I just looked around and talked to people. Upon leaving I was patted down again.

I had 2 other dreams of talking to people about useless things which I will not bore you with.

Reflections:
I realized that in order to create a task in my dream world I am going to have to try to focus my thoughts before sleep to more of a self help feeling. I order to go to sleep easily and have good dreams I focus on anything I want as long as they are positive and simple. But what I need to do is focus more on fixing and growing and less on having a good dreaming experience. No wonder I am bored with my dream life, I have made it so… well to use a British phrase, pedestrian (not British, not that there's anything wrong with that ). It reminds me of what I heard Dr. Who say “You make all of space and time your back yard and what do you have? A backyard.” I have to make it more than a backyard and I have all this control, I need to use it! I never thought of using the dream world like a tool but I am now determined to. So my new dream goal is to make my dream life to serve me waking life's needs. So far, not so great…hmmm wish me luck

I had a dream in the early hours of December 3rd, 2010 and woke up briefly to scribble out the following on a peice of paper before immediately returning to sleep. I could not remember any of the dream when I woke up later and have only this fragment of writing (written while half asleep before dawn) to go by:


In afganistan? with tall apartment building surrounded by water, sometimes on land because tide comes and goes, each building at often warrinf with another building, fishing as the tide comes in and out, seeing the fish and my brother moving the fire pit, Samir? and two people open a free dental clinic in a tent (with a second floor) in the middle of the apartment complex, pay what you can or make donation to Muslim child feed fund, soldiers and insurgents want control of it, after some time Samir has idea to improve area with damn and better buildings, I am there walking dam area when I come acreoss canadian base and am taken in for questioning, many canadiands being held, i see two women being stripped searched my two naked male soldiers and video tape it, soldiers on base hunt me down after i steal a gun and tie up some soldiers/officals, i am captured and similarily strip searched after sending copy of video to CNN but a sympatetic male offical obtains my camera and tapes my strip search and also sends that tape to news program

I'll keep this one short.

They were trying to ban vegetables in England (I don't live in England...) and all of the mice were meeting under the bathroom sink to discuss its implications. I don't know how my POV worked but I don't think I was a mouse but there weren't any humans actually involved in the story. It felt like I was just watching it through a window or something.

Closer to waking up my dream was about a party or something (I just get that feeling). Then in the morning my mom tried to wake me up and I was half asleep. She asked me a bunch of times what class I had first and I thought I was responding but I was responding in my dream. When I finally said it out loud I realized I wasn't saying the class (math) but rather tumblr.

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 watched The Dark Knight yesterday.

In this shorter dream, I'd made a pact with myself to rescue Bruce Wayne from prison. Apparently he was caught by police, or something. I didn't really think about the details in the dream, although I'm sure there was an explanation as to why it happened. I don't recall actually seeing myself go into the prison, but I simply walked down a set of stairs and turned a corner to see a set of five or six stairs leading up to a slight platform. This was in the basement of the prison, I knew. It was well-lit and made mostly of concrete, in pretty good condition, but I could see green fungus or something in a few of the corners. It seemed dank. On the steps, there were a bunch of inmates just sitting there and talking amongst each other, rather quietly and reserved. Two convicts were playing rock-paper-scissors. As a group, they didn't really look that much like criminals because they weren't that grungy or scary-looking. They just looked like bikers.

Bruce Wayne was sitting among these inmates, against the wall, looking around and only moving a little bit to adjust his position. He was in a basic suit and tie which looked a bit scuffed-up. He obviously looked like Christian Bale. He looked at me and said, "what are you doing here?"

"To rescue you. Let's go."

"How did you get in?"

"The guards are down."

As I spoke, the convicts looked at me curiously. One narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but none spoke to me directly.

Bruce said, "I like it here. I'm not going."

"Fine."

I started to turn around and leave, and then my alarm woke me up.

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

This dream probably spanned twenty minutes, and nothing was fragmented or cut up. More stuff probably happened, but I can't remember the details.

I was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, on a pretty barren landscape made of rocky terrain. There were a few single-lane asphalt roads going here and there, but no cars. It was clearly daytime, because the sky was light blue and the sun was shining (although it didn't cast a glare or cause me to squint). In the middle of this land, there was a large construction framework for an incomplete building. There were thin sheets of metal between some of the beams to create "walls".

In horizontal sections of the framework, there were planes of wood drilled into place to act as platforms to walk on. These larger pieces of wood were light in color, but rather thick so they wouldn't snap when someone was to walk on them. The whole structure must have been four or five stories tall, and at least seventy feet high.

First I was on the top of the structure, sitting with my legs hanging off a steel beam, looking down onto the ground. I had a chocolate coin in my hand that I was multiplying using non-lucid dream control. I'd curl my palm around it, look away into the sky, and then look back at my palm, which I would then uncurl. There were now two coins. I did this a few different times and ended up with five or six. I didn't feel the thickness of the coins in my hand grow each time a new one appeared, which logically should've happened. I looked down at the ground, which was now darker and had a more brownish hue than before, and held my hand out, watching the coins fall as I let them go. They disappeared when they got to the ground, as if the distance between the top of the framework and the earth was more than it should've been, so much that one could no longer see them falling. But I still knew the distance was less than a hundred feet.

I got up, balancing on the beam without feeling any sort of wobbliness or issues with weight distribution, and kicked off the beam, flying into the air. I only got four or five feet out from the side of the framework, although I used much more force and should have gotten at least twenty feet out. My dreams tend to do that - I exert powerful force on something to push away, but I only get so far away from that thing. I landed within a matter of seconds, not feeling wind or air rushing past me as I fell, and recoiled slightly. Once I recovered and stood fully upright again, I looked around me and saw people walking around. There was now a smooth concrete sidewalk going around the perimeter of the framework, and a rectangular, modern-looking pool just a few feet away from it. There were also big glass windows in between some of the steel beams now. It looked almost like a house, except it didn't really have walls. I saw some people walking around, one holding a huge crab that looked like it was either inflated, or made of rubber. I took a slight interest in this, but ultimately ignored it.

"Where's the restroom?" I suddenly asked out loud, but not shouting. No particular reason as to why I said that. Someone who was just walking past me said, "to the up", but even though it didn't make any sense, I interpreted it as "to the right". I turned to the left, strangely enough, and saw a metallic door. It was positioned in a large glass window between two vertical beams. I saw a sink and a white cubicle inside (I've rarely seen a normal restroom in my dreams, just public cubicles). I opened the door and walked in; the walls were now solid, made of stony, tan-colored brick. There were no longer glass walls or steel beams, but it looked almost like a gross, decrepit restroom. "Yuck," I exclaimed, looking down at the floor. It was hard, grey carpet that looked pretty gummed-up.

I turned to the sink, on the left side of the room. It was a basic white sink that came out of the wall, and only had one stainless steel tap instead of two. Without testing it, I knew that it only gave out cold water. "This place sucks!"

That was when I turned around and opened the door. Outside, I was now in a city. To make things less normal, though, my dream had actually put me on the third or fourth story of a building. I'd just stepped out into a balcony with no railings. I looked down and saw busy streets with multiple lanes and strange, distorted-looking cars that drove in opposite directions in the lanes. The balcony I was on was at least twenty feet long, but only three or four feet wide - barely enough room to be able to walk without feeling like you're going to fall off the edge. I saw my mom walk out the same door, which was now twice as tall as it was before. She was holding a book, Of Mice and Men. The cover, without closer observation, looked like it had a large tree or shrub and a riverbank. I knew it was that novel.

"I'm hoping you've finished this book!" she told me, a little angry.

"Duh!" I said, stung.

"Okay, let me make sure. Finish this quote off for me..."

And then she read out some random quote, that seemed in the context of the novel. I just can't remember exactly what it was.

"Are you kidding me?!" I said to her, "I didn't have a lifetime to memorize each quote in the book!"

"Yes you did," she said.

"I've had enough of this." I turned around and walked away (heading towards nothing but the end of the balcony), but I heard quick steps behind me, becoming louder and louder. Within an instant, my mom was behind me. She picked me up by the collar of my shirt, throwing me into the traffic. I was no longer on a balcony a few stories higher than the streets, but I was on the ground level. I ended up on the road and saw a big semi coming towards me. I became somewhat lucid just as the dream ended, but I didn't use any powers or anything to stop the massive truck. Instead, I just curled up.

Then I woke up.

Despite the ending, I wouldn't count this as a nightmare, because there was no fear, only emotionless thoughts like in a normal dream.

So for the past few nights I haven't been sleeping well at all due to real life things that needed to be tended to. Finally got most of those out of the way so I have more time devoted to sleep, thankfully. (Between working out and working, I'm worn out.) I'm not even sure anyone reads this but myself, but what the hell, ya know?

The Blizzard that Blanketed the World - I dreamt we have a HUGE blizzard and for some reason I was in my Ghillie suit (Off note: Yes, I own a Ghillie suit.) I was with Cole, and we were walking through it, barely being able to see in front of us. I decided to venture off on my own when he said he was going to wait for a ride. I thought my house wasn't far away, but somehow I got lost in a village of shacks, seemingly like I was thrown back into Medieval Europe. I was stumbling about, freezing and I knew I was near death. Someone asked if I was alright, and I said told them I wasn't and that I couldn't feel my fingers. The man ran up to me and gave me some fluid I thought was water, but quickly I learned it was whiskey. I got pretty drunk. It felt strange, and I stood up and started walking, though It was more like hobbling, around. While the man and an older woman, probably his mother, argued about giving me liquor. I stammered around thinking "I'm Drunk. I'm drunk! Body, can't you see I'm drunk!". The man and woman decided to take me in until the storm passed, and I was able to live in a giant basement that I pimped out and I got through by helping people with their plumbing.

The Iron Dragon vs The Iron Man - I was in some sort of labyrinth made of steel and lava with 4 other friends. We were decked out in futuristic armor and I had some sort of gun that shot in bursts, it kind of resembled an M16, but not quite. Me and my friends were going through the labyrinth which had doors of fire, and we saw a giant dragon which seemed to be made of iron, or the same material that our armor and weapons were made of. We began shooting at it, and slowly but surely taking down it's health. Then all of a sudden all the fire doors opened and we were no longer safe from it. It charged at us and I dove out of the way. Then we got past it and it chased us through the maze of hallways and platforms. Before I knew it I was separated from the rest of my friends and with the dragon on my tail. I had a good hunch that my friends were dead, and as soon as I thought of it their names popped up in my HUD (I had a helmet on) with KIA next to their names. All of a sudden I was desperate, and I knew I was probably going to die. Almost resigning to my death, I instead pushed on and turning around at corners to send bursts into the dragons head, which did almost nothing to it. I found myself sprinting across the platform surrounded by lava we first met the dragon at, and something, or someone said to me "You are in charge here. You choose your fate." All of a sudden I turned around, saw the dragon about 30 meters behind me, shot some bursts into it, and it charged at me. When it was not a few feet away from me, I suddenly flew up into the air using a jetpack I had all but forgotten about, and through the ceiling. Before me all I saw was blackness, the only light escaping from the hole from the lair of the dragon. I woke up after that.

Just what the title says. No, I haven't already quit. I just had to take some MORE time off from lucid dreaming unexpectedly thanks to getting sick. But now that I'm 99% better, I can start again with documenting my average dreams and work towards making them lucid once again.

I don't recall my dreams from last night, but I do recall an interesting dream from the night before, so I'll summarize it now.

The dream began as a false awakening. I got out of bed and was about to begin my daily routine when I decided to go back to sleep for a few more minutes. So that's just what I did; I got back in bed and lay my head down and I was out.

Now I was in a dream within a dream (notice the darker text indicating a deeper level?). I found myself standing on the edge of a vast canyon and exploring the surrounding area. Something didn't feel right, but I couldn't tell what. After about a half hour of looking around and finding nothing interesting, I decided to lie down and go to sleep.

Now in layer 3 of the dream, I found myself at a friend's dorm at the college he goes to...only the actual layout of the place was nothing like the real-world college. The dream explained it away as remodeling, and I never caught on that it was a dream. My friend was asking me about dreams, particularly lucid ones, and if it would be possible to share dreams.

"Sure it's possible, I've done it before." I said. "We could do it right now in fact, if I can manage a WILD."

"Well, want to give it a try?" He asked.

I agreed to try, so we lay down and went to sleep.

I was now in layer 4 of the dream, aware that I was dreaming, and in a white void. All around me all I saw was white. I couldn't move anywhere or speak, and when I tried, it simply woke me up into the previous layer of the dream.

"Did you do it?" My friend asked.

"Yeah, but I couldn't stay in for some reason."

In another moment, I woke up from that dream and into the layer before it. I was only at this one a split second before I shot up into the air as the dream faded out into the first layer, and I sat up in my bed.

"That was a crazy dream!" I said to myself as I climbed out of bed.

Then I woke up for real, and was totally disoriented from all the waking up

Posted from the dreams between Wed, Dec 1 - Thur, Dec 2

First Dream Location: Night, Old World Village, Modern-day

From what I can remeber as being the start of my dream, I was standing outside, at the time of what I would say about 10:00 PM. It was completely dark and there was a black street light standing tall and bright in front of me. Next below the light was a cobble stone pathway appearing to be everywhere in the city with no signs of dirt or grass paths. Next to the lamp were rows and rows of houses that were painted white with dark wood (either red or natural brown) support beams, which seem to be German influenced housing. Past the light farther up the path stood a man with gray hair (including a mustache), a brown coat and pair of pants, and a blue and white striped fancy long sleeve shirt. The most notable thing was that he was holding a very shiny gold saxophone. He didn't play, he just continued to make eye contact with me and I walked away to a bar where I sat for what felt like 3 seconds and did nothing. The bar had low lighting, everything was dark wood, the lights had candles in them and where hanging in cast-iron frames. It was fuzzy in the room, it felt tired and dark. I felt like I was entering locals territory and the bartender came up to me and just stared, giving me an I-know-what-you-did look while he was cleaning out one glass the entire time with a very white cloth napkin.

Second Dream Location: Construction area

I raced through on a green sports bike with a green helmet on. There was a random woman holding on to me while we were racing through the construction zone. Suddenly I gun it down and aim for this make-shift ramp (seemed to be just some random wooden planks). We jumped up in the air still on the bike and headed directly towards a concrete wall about 6 feet away. The dream skipped over and we must of just landed safely while defying the laws of physics and were standing behind these metal walls (there was a second story with 4 metal walls about 5ft across, if you have ever played Halo 3's "The Pit", on the third story where the turret is near, it's those exact same walls.) The construction zone was simplistic in color, it was tan, and with about 4 red metal support beams. Everything in the room looked soft, almost as if it were a video game. Suddenly as I got my good overhead view of what my surrounding were 3 men jumped out of nowhere, allegedly hiding behind all the construction equipment. We appeared to have a shootout (while I was still wearing my bike helmet) and it was going no where. I threw a blinking explosive device (the C4 from "Just Cause 2") and the dream ended.

Third Dream Location: Ski Resort/Hotel

I looked at the TV as I saw countless Skiers plummeting down a literal 90 degree angle slope. It was a macho contest of failure as I watched 5 or so out of 10 immediately fall face-first or on there backs (the other half just kept going). The snow was incredibly white and looked amazingly good to Ski on. I suddenly hear my sister blurt out "I want to go down that slope" and everyone somehow gets into agreeance of going down this slope. As sudden flash and we were an an orange docking and un-docking room for skiers (the chairlift doors). The outer trim was white and the weather was amazing, clear paths, and awesome visibility. The building was made of about 40% glass and had an orange trim all around it. I tried to exit fast, but there were 20 or so adults and children in front of me all in black rings for going downhill. I skied for who knows how long and arrived higher up on the moutian some how. I went into a room that was dark, all stone and had a pool of water in it. There was a huge line, and some even jumped into the frigid water to get out. We got to the end in about 5 seconds. I awoke again in the hotel (green sheets, white lamps with gold bases, cream white walls, generic looking hotel). I was watching TV when one of my sisters friends came looking for my sister.

Fourth Dream Location: Old Bar/Knock-off Star Ship Enterprise

I was in an old bar with my old friend Eric. We were catching up on old times and talked for about 5 seconds (but it was about 3 full length conversations). We talked about music for a while and we were listening to nothing (I'm assuming there was something in the dream). I told him, "do you want to know an awesome song?" We were already on YouTube.com and I started typing, but there was a distortion in the letters. I typed about 30% letters, 40% emblems and 30% other. I was extremely confused and went to Google.com, the same effect happened when I typed. At Google.com, it was stylized, there was a blue and white background image of stars and the logo of Google was replaced with a distorted image (looked like a black hole was sucking in something). He said "wait" and click on the black-hole and we went back in time 5 seconds and the same typing process happened. He said "wait" and this time the hole sucked us in and I was in a dark room. The room had all tan chairs (like the ones in Star Trek) and there was no artificial lighting. There was one window with a sun outside in space and a chair 2ft away from the window. There in a big elaborate chair was sitting Patrick Stewart in his Star Trek costume staring outside. He pulled up an all blue and bright cyan hologram of what looked like a diagram of a molecule. Everything was sucked up and the dream ended.

Well that's it , I have no idea where the basis for most of these came from.

Dream Status:

Lucid?: Not yet
Dream Count Mode?: now raised to about a dream every other day.
Binaural beats?: Yes

I am at a lakefront. There are some other, unknown people with me. I possibly swam in the lake. I'm quite sure theres a part of the beginning of the dream missing. We go to an island by car. There we drive recklessly around. After driving for a while, we stop. I get off the car and go into a house. I can't remember what we did there. After it we go to a bus. The woman (I think she was female) with me takes a green blanket and says that we'd have to mask ourselves. She wraps the cloth around her head and I go under it. I (or we?) leave the bus.

At this point I had a false awakening. I woke up in my room and started writing down some notes of the dream. There were some unknown people in our house, a man, his wife and their daughter. The computer was on so I showed something to the daughter. Then I went back to sleep.

The dream continued from the island. We go driving again. After that it's the time to leave. I go to the shore, where we landed. Now there are some people I know with me. A friend of mine says she has to go already. I can't remember with what she left. My brother comes to me, showing me a map. Theres northern Europe and the Baltic sea. We are somewhere in Poland. Theres our route marked with red. Meanwhile, mom is driving to the same place from France. My brother says he'll go there with mom's ride so he'll be there before me. After that he disappears. The next thing I remember is being where the dream started. I go into a shopping centre. I see my friend again, but she goes into a device of some sort and disappears. I walk around for some time. I realize that I have no money at all. Someone drops a coin, not noticing it. I pick it up. It's a two euros. I go back the way I came. Theres a square pit on the ground. My view shifts into it. Now I see myself as a creature made of pure energy. I'm in a alcove at the wall of the pit. Orange beams of energy form a grid about half a metre from the pit's bottom. Also my friend is there, in the form of an energy creature. Also numbers and letters form to the sides of the square. There are now nine smaller squares and about nine numbers or letters at a side of a square. Now she speaks.
"This enigma may seem complicated to you. However, once we get more known with each other, things like this will be part of everyday routine."
The dream ends before I have time to ask what she means.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID SEMI-LUCID

Good morning! Woke up and couldn't recall anything. I was waiting for my ride when it suddenly hit me. A very crazy dream, in which I was almost lucid.

10.00: Bedtime

Crazy Party
I've just arrived at a party. It seems I'm a bit late, as most people are pretty drunk. There's a table on which I can see all kinds of Bacardi Breezer. I can't seem to find any cloudy ones. "Is there any cloudy Bacardi's?" I ask the guy at the table. I spot a cloudy drink standing further away, it will have to do. I grab the drink and a guy comes up to me. I recognise him, it's a friend of a friend. "Hey Matteh!" he smiles with his mouth open and holding two plastic cups. "That's my drink, but it's okay!" He can't even stand straight and I put the drink down, spilling it all over the table. "Oh, whatever dude!" he tells me, even happier.

I walk away and start climbing over tables and low walls. Suddenly I'm jumped from behind. I grab the person and slam him down on the table. It was just my friend Henrik fooling around. I've somehow hurt him bady and my other friend Felix is there aswell. Apparently I've hurt him too, and everything gets very emotional. I hug Henrik as I tell him I'm sorry. Tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes.

The dream skips. I'm still at the party, drinking Bacardi's with my brother Martin and my sister Madeleine. Suddenly I feel something's not right in my mouth, and I feel around with my finger. Three teeth fall out and I spot a hole in one of them. "Because of the infection, the pus in the mouth has started to rot" a narrator voice tells me, and I can feel the disgusting taste of pus in my mouth. I start puking my brains out. The vomit is black and red and the narrator voice continues on telling me how disgusting it is.

"Wait a second..." I say. "This is way too bizzare to be happening for real, I must be dreaming" I head for the nearest door and my brother and sister follow. I stand in the middle of a courtyard in the knee-deep snow. "If this is a dream, everything should be unstable" I tell myself. I can feel the cold snow on my feet, and everything around me looks too vivid to be a dream. I decide it's reality...

05.15: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7 hours

Supplements before bed: Nothing

That's it! Very close to becoming lucid. Did meditate before bed, and did some mantra work. Might have been that! I bet if I really try hard and meditate every night, and do some mantra work before bed. I'll become lucid much more often.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

the first thing i remember was attending some sort of concert that my friend was putting on with the piano at a park that was also an amusment park. the grass was dark green cut nicley and the playground reminded me of a carousal kind of build. There were some rides but not to many. Friends showed up and we all started dancing to the piano and i eventualy made out with a girl i know whos two years younger then me. She invited me to sleep over and iwas lsikke yeaaaaa. we kept dancing in the moonlight then we went up the trail to trailer and someone have me like and eigth of weed two joins and a blunt for no reason except that he would be coming over later to smoke some. I said aite sounds good Then we went up to tayler and watched some kid get busted by our schosol administrator who was driving around in a golf cart searching people. I through a bunch of tin foil nd shit over the fence and walked calmly home. I showed up home with my friend and then put the weed in my second mail box which was now in a coca cola coin collector. I covered it with shubberey helped my dad with chores and went back out and grabd my weed put it into a bag.
I showed my friend how much i had and he was very excited so then a bus picked us up and we went to majic mountain. There was some sort of sling shot bunjie thing that shot you into the air and i attempted it and shot up way high and floated down towards the ground. After that there was another concert in the park and i attended that. After i again walked home and hung out with my friends in the front yard. After i found myself at a train station and when i got through to the other side me and my friends were all high as fuck making fun of diferent tour guides who showed us into what was a museum inside the train station. after that there was some dance and i didnt go i waited outside and some girls asked wat i was doin nd isaid i was thizzen wen i wasnt nd they said oo come in side but i did not nd woke up soon after

Small Town Secrets

I am in a small town somwhere. It is not my home town, but a friend lives here and he tells me a lot about his friends. My friend and I are somwhere in the town, and there is some adventure going on (darn it, I can't seem to remember many details except that it was interesting). There is a murderer somewhere and I think we are trying to catch him. There is some shooting and climbing around hills. My friend and I climb up a bank, and come across a secret passage in the top of a huge church. My friend tells me to run back into town and get a few friends.

I run back to town. The dream is set in the 1950's, and I walk into a diner. It's a bit like a scene from Happy Days in there, and I try to find the people my friend was talking about. I ask around, and come up with a couple. (There's more to this part, too. I just can't remember what. Somebody doesn't like me asking around or something. And I think I eat something).

In the company of these freinds, I go back to the top of the hill and find the opening to the passage. My friend is waiting there. He seems to know the way, and leads us down in. At the opening, the passage is very narrow, just like a crack in the rock. Farther in it opens up and looks like a hallway in a building. A few rooms appear, and a bathroom. Everything is a clean white color, like a hospital. I wake up before we go much farther.

Back to my Grandparents' House

I am at home. I am getting ready to make the drive to my grandparents' house, and am going to eat before I leave. My mother is going to make macaroni and cheese, but not until supper. I will have left by then, so I try to find something else to eat.

I know that the next day I have to give an oral presentation. I have given many, but this doesn't stop me from worrying that the anxiety will ruin my evening.

Hunting for Arrowheads

My family and I are staying at a lodge (one that exists in real life. We were there about two months ago.) I get up one morning and decide to go arrowhead hunting around some overhanging rocks I saw earlier. I make my way down the path, and come to an area that I don't remember from real life, but have dreamed about before. I go down a littl deer trail rather than the main path. and come into a wooded area with the rock overhangs. As i walk it begins to storm. At first I think nothing of it, but then a bolt of lightening hits so close I can feel it.

I dash under an outcropping. It is dark under there, but I have a flashlight. Shining it around, I can see bits of flint on the ground. Searching some more, I find arrowheads and other arifacts. They are quite well made, and in waking life I would categorize them as Mississippian, though there seem to be some Late Archaic types too (these are much more delicate than normal late Archaic points, but are shaped like them).

Former House, again

I am invited to my aunt and uncle's house for a family get together. Their house happens to be one of our neighbors' house where I used to live. It is a dreamsign, but I miss it. Instead I think "this is really weird! My relatives just happen to have bought this very house."

I drive up on a scooter. No, not a motor scooter. A toy scooter. I lived here as a little kid, so it must be associative memory. Then we go in and look around the house. I think how ironic it is.

Tornado

I'm driving down the highway. I'm also walking down the highway. I'm also scooting down the highway on a piece of cloth. I run into a drawer by the side of the road, knocking it open (it's like the highway is lined with wooden filing cabinets). I think about leaving it open, but i'm afraid some distracted person might accidentally run into it and wreck. I make an illegal U-turn and go back. I can't find the drawer, but I do see some guy in a pickup truck pulling a huge trailer behind him. He is going about 4 mph, and what is more has to sit next to a huge piece of meat hanging from the ceiling of his truck. I laugh about this with some other guys standing by the highway. "If I were him," says one guy, "I'd get out and call a taxi!". The general idea is that his wife is making him do this.

Now I'm at work. My work looks a lot like my former school. It is blowing up a storm outside. The wind is getting worse and worse. I look out, and see the wind knock over a dumpster. then the dumpster is pounded to pieces by the wind. I see a few people laying around, and run down to help. Some people have already gone out and helped one guy, and I call for assistance as I rush out to what I thought was an old lady. When I get there, I find it was just a bunch of packages. Still, it is storming so i move them inside. One guy who came to help is annoyed, but I don't care because the packages are saved.

Opening the packages, I find an oil lamp that is also a heater. This will come in handy if we lose power. I set it on a table covered in straw, wondering if that is a safe thing to do.

Being an accountant (fragment)

Part of another much larger dream. We are sitting at a table in a class. The instructor asks what we think is the best thing about being an accountant. "The power!" I say.

Last night I remembered three dreams but didn't record two of them (dammit) so I only have my most recent one to share.

I also almost DEILDed this morning but my dad made me talk -_-

Clubbing

Awake Non-lucid

I'm in my aunts car and she's taking me to pick up two of my cousins. Only one of them comes along. He looks surprisingly like my friend Sean, but younger. I shrug and go along with it, I haven't seen him in awhile. My aunt says we're going on a family holiday.

[Dream skip - Unknown] I'm in a hotel room or something. It's really big and open planned, but you can tell the different rooms from the shape of the walls. It's a dimly lit red area. I open my suitcase and groan. My aunt has only packed jeans and t-shirts. We're supposed to be going out! The only dress I have is the one I'm wearing. It's black and figure-hugging, and barely comes down to the bottom of my ass. I'm just glad i'm wearing black tights, along with strappy black platform heels. I can't remember the last time I was so glammed up!

"You didn't even pack me underwear!" I moan at her. She bites her lip and apologises.

"Sorry hunn, but I was busy packing the OUR stuff." She winks at my mum. I'm disgusted and decide to leave. She gives me a puzzle to do.

[Dream skip - a few minutes] My mum, aunt and cousin are already inside. I walk down a small hill to a brightly lit building. This holiday has been pants so far, so I plan to get smashed, I don't care if my family's there, they'll be wasted too. When I get inside, I sit by the bar. The guy fills a glass up with vodka and then whisks an egg into it and hands it to me. I've never seen that before but what the hell.

Suddenly I think this is a school trip. Where is everyone? I head outside, leaving my "vodka egg" at the bar. Up the hill, my english class is standing around. "Guys? Come on inside! Let's party!" I grab a few of my friends hands and pull them down the hill with me.

Kyle runs down with us. "I wanted to go in, but they didn't. It was MY idea." He pants.

I look him over, wondering if he thinks we're friends. "Yeah whatever, lets just go inside shall we?" Then we head in. Somehow all my friends have dyed their hair blond. I sit there, drinking my vodka (which I changed to lemonade instead of egg) playing around with their newly bleached locks, asking them questions about it. Then we head onto the dancefloor, except soon everyone moves to the side because some shitty pop group wants to play. I'm much more interested in the guy sitting beside me.

The dreamscene changes and I'm standing in my friends conservatory. Where's my dress gone? Now i'm wearing a crop top and low-rise jeans. I'm sick of looking like some kind of whore. I want my bootcuts and t-shirts back.

A blond, overally tan girl is standing watching me. She tells me she's going to be my personal trainer. I tell her I don't need one, but as I go to leave, she wraps measuring tape around my hips. Somehow it says my hips are 17 inches (which is probably impossible) and she tells me I need to lose an inch. She squeezes the tape down to 16, which really hurts.

She gets me to stretch a little bit, and asks what dancing I've done. "I've done dance-gymnastics" I say, but she just rolls her eyes. I'm starting to feel really heavy, I have to move slowly and can't run. So when she tries to get me to run and jump, it's really hard.

Then my dad shouted at me to wake up. I lay still but he wanted me to say something to make sure I was awake so I did. Meh.

Good morning, everybody. I remember a fragment of a dream from last night. I know there was a lot more. I also know I had a kind of long dream later in the night. But my image memory has been kind of off lately, so I'm not retaining dreams as well as I'd like to.

Dream #1

I stood before a "beetle" that had a long horn, like the horn of a rhinoceros beetle (?) and a stinging tail like a scorpion's tail.

The beetle stood on something like a platform or table that maybe reached just above my navel in height. The table may have been lit from a small track-lighting beam in the ceiling, like in a museum. The rest of the room was dim.

The beetle was maybe about 10 or so cm tall and 30cm long, with its tail coiled up, not straightened out. In addition to the beetle having a scorpion's tail, something about the beetle's underside and leg positioning remind me of a horseshoe crab.

The beetle had a weird, green color, like an old, metallic Chinese vessel, except darker, almost pine green. The beetle itself may have been metallic.

The beetle was protecting an egg, possibly by standing before it, so that the egg was behind the beetle's scorpion tail. The egg looked like a white chicken's egg. But it may actually have contained a human being.

At some point the egg was no longer behind the beetle. It may have been near me or somehow in my possession. At another point, the beetle may have been climbing on the back of my neck.

(One side note, December 5th. I took a look on line to learn about scorpion eggs. Probably everybody in the world except for me knows this, but scorpions don't actually lay eggs.

Based on what I found on the internet, scorpions keep their eggs in their body. The babies are born live. The babies then often spend a short period maturing while living on their mother's back.

Sometimes scorpions do release their eggs. If they do, however, they often eat the eggs before they hatch.

So, interestingly, humans and scorpions have live birth in common. This might partly explain why the scorpion was protecting an egg with a human inside of it. And, I guess, the babies maturing on the mother's back might explain why the scorpion was climbing around on the back of my neck.)