non-lucid

I've slept three times today, including the usual. I'm a little on the sick side, may have had a fever. Things got a little blurred there towards the end. Woke up wondering whether I had got up and gone to the gym or not already. I didn't, of course, but that took some time to work out. Details include some old roommates appearing, a formal event at the local college, which I've never attended.

Formal wear made of little plastic Chiclets, didn't cover much and that was the point. Flashed between Missouri and Illinois, blended towns. Roommate was substantially thinner and sexier than I remember, she had divorced from her husband (also a roomie) and looking for a new victim.

A strange man, heavy-set and blond, claimed to be my father (looks nothing like him) and started singing. Freaked me out in the dream. Where's Kreuger when I need him?

I remember an earlier dream, something involving spies that had an actual plot, but I don't remember any more than a clear bag (Plastic? Mesh?) of colored thingies about the size of marbles but shaped kind of like legos. They were important, some kind of data storage, and plastic.

My parents and I are at the Cincinnati Museum Center taking in an exhibit on history. Multiple periods are contrasted, from ancient Assyrian engravings to the civil rights struggles in America. The exhibit proper ends with a model of a very pretty African-American girl in pearls and a cocktail dress getting lynched... then opens into a gift shop. People are sitting on benches in the shop with laptops, playing poker on Pokerstars.net. My mom comments on this as rather silly, then goes to discuss some business about layaway.

Poker serves as a transition point to an outdoors scene, where I sit down to a large ring game of Holdem. My mom insists on joining me, and initially the other players are fine with it. However, she is slow at playing and screws up her deal of Omaha when it comes around to her. The game goes back to Holdem and I get AK in the hole. My mom goes all-in, and I look at my cards again (which have become AA, so missed reality check) and call. Other players are disgusted with me for some reason...

I false awaken into my room at home, then go downstairs. My brother and his friend are there and report also dreaming about poker. With some questioning I find that they shared my dream, varying in minor details. I freak out about this and wake up.

15.12.2010

MTG game on the forest. (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Three dreams, two lucid:

Third:

A lot happened, and it is recorded, but I do not want to bore readers. If you do not play Magic the Gathering, do not read the spoiler. We were playing in the middle of the forest.

Spoiler for MTG Game:

We were using poker cards instead of the regular cards. We would use the A for any Instant or Sorcery spell with casting cost of One. The 7 would be only for instant spells with casting cost of two. The queen had a casting cost of three and it would be any creature we wanted.

I had in my hand several A's and two queens. Armin attacked me a couple times, but I had a plan to take him down. He attacked me and reduced my life to ten. Them I used one of my queens to cast "Grave Titan 6/6" When he does come into play, he brings two 2/2 zombie tokens into play. For every time he attacked, he also brings two more of those tokens. Armin was surprised, he attacked me with all his creatures. When he declared attackers, I did not declare blockers. He told me I was dead, but I casted a Fog in response, canceling the damage.
It was my turn and I got excited. I knew Armin was a very safe player. I attacked him with the Grave Titan and both tokens. I forgot to put two more tokens into play. I announced 10 was the total damage. Armin did not announce responses, so I used one A for Giant Growth on the Grave Titan and also Berskek, making him attack for a total of 26. I announced the total 30 damage to Armin and game. He casted darkness and cancelled the attack. I laughed and casted Counterspell to cancell his darkness and kill him

When I threw the card, it had no picture, it was empty. I started to search for the card and I saw it on my back, but when I threw it, I saw two more cards. I started wondering what was going on and I RCed.

I had seven fingers on my hands and turned lucid. I floated and Armin asked me what the hell I was doing. I told him we were dreaming, but he negated it.

I told him to count his fingers, when he did count six he said, "It looks too real!!"

The clock woke me up.

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.