non-lucid

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

Night of December 7-8

I'm in the kitchen of House #1, looking up somebody's phone number on my cell phone. It looks like a calculator, but it has a two-line display, and the number is stored in it. Then, my dad, P. and I have a conversation via text messages about camping. I see the text messages on the screen of this calculator-phone thing. My dad says, “Want to go camping?” I say, “I love camping! Do we have to go in winter, though?” My dad says he doesn't expect us to go in winter. [There was a text message from P. in there somewhere, but I don't remember what it said.]

Then, my dad comes into the room, and he and I argue about how to retrieve the phone numbers of past incoming callers from the house phone. [My dad and I had figured this out together in real life the evening before I had this dream, but the phone in the dream had a much bigger, much more complicated two-panel display than our real house phone has.]

Night of December 8-9

There's an area where some sort of armed conflict has been taking place. There is an organization of people called “Help the Hungry” who are providing food to the survivors by parachuting in with it and by air-dropping it.

I'm in the bombed-out, roofless, empty remains of a small, single-story house that had only one or a few rooms. There is a rectangular box in the middle of the floor of the largest room. All the sides of the box are on fire, but there is a single hard-boiled egg in the center of the box, and it's not burning. I know that it was air-dropped there by Help the Hungry. Oh, a dream, I realize. I decide to go out of the house and explore. I turn around, toward another section of the house, a rectangular section where the wall at one of the narrow ends has been blown up. There's too much rubble between me and the opening for me to walk through conveniently, so I fly over it.

Once I get outside, I discover that the house is in the middle of a wide-open, flat, grassy field, lined with trees around the edges. [Now that I think of it, it resembles the one at the park closest to House #1, only the one in the dream is bigger, has more trees, and has no roads or other buildings in sight.] There is only one other person there, standing right near me as I'm flying just a few feet above the ground. He says something to me [that I don't remember now]. His tone doesn't sound hostile, but I know that he's part of the group responsible for bombing the house, so I want to get away from him quickly. I start flying straight up to escape. He makes a grab for my legs to catch me, but misses. I continue ascending, and the dream starts to fade. Gray blotches appear and spread, blotting out the sky around me.

When I found myself back in bed, I thought, No, I'm not done yet, with resolve. I didn't want this dream to be over already. I remained perfectly still and concentrated on visualizing the dream I'd just been having. I remember thinking, Please... please... please...

...and then I'm back in the sky above that same grassy field, falling toward it just as fast as I had been flying away from it. I do a faceplant into the grass, but feel no sensation at all, neither impact nor deceleration nor pain. I'm now lying on my stomach in the grass. Three or four people about my own age are crouched down in front of me, watching me as I push myself up. I try to speak, but for some reason, although my mind is sending the right commands, my mouth won't work. Instead, I smile and wave at the young woman on the right, who smiles and waves back. As I'm getting up, I keep trying to speak, and after a few seconds, I succeed in getting my mouth to work. I say something like, “Hi, I'm (Emiko). Hide me from anyone other than the Help the Hungry people, will you? I don't think they like me very much.” By “they” I mean the group responsible for bombing the house, and the reason I don't think they like me very much is that I ran (well, flew) away from them. The others seem to accept me, and we all walk away across the field as a group. [That's the last I remember.]

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Side notes:

I was getting to be kind of annoyed that I'd had dreams featuring House #1, one of my dream signs, for two nights in a row without going lucid. Last night, I started to do more serious RCs again, and changed up my before-bed affirmations, making them more along the lines of, “When I'm in an unfamiliar place, especially House #1, I realize that I'm dreaming.” It seems to have worked.

Also, this is the second time that a dream has started to fade right when I've been flying upward. I think it's because both times, I was concentrating exclusively on the act of flying, not paying any attention at all to the environment around me. Lesson learned: In the future, look around more when flying. (Yay for DEILDs, though! I'm so glad I know that trick and can pull it off successfully. )

It isn't many days since I had this dream - I just don't remember when

Background: The Battlefield series is a warfare based FPS/Shooter/vehicle game.
I have been playing this series since BF:1942 (1942+addons, vietman, BF2, Modern Warfare, 2142 - Bad company 2).

Im pretty sure the above game had influence on my dream

Well. The dream started as I was high in the air, in a Black Hawk helicopter.

Down on the ground, I can see lots of action (Explosions, gun fights, tanks, falling trees etc.)
And in the air, theres anti-air explosions and airplanes.
Its a small island, with light blue water, beautiful trees and Hell on Earth.
I'm feeling very cool and supperior until--------------Some guy shoots down our Black Hawk 10 seconds before we're about to dive and land(Could be a plane shooting... hmm...).
I remember being half in shock, as the chopper is falling 150km/h down towards the ground(VEEEEEEEERY life like) - 20-30 metres before the ground me and another from the '6 i think' man crew jumps out and quickly pulls our parachutes while watching the chopper make a giant explosion, and killing lots of (I THINK it was vietcong) people.

We land on the ground very quickly, and unite with our new squad leader (No name remembered).
A big supply truck stops as we're about to enter the small island forest, and supplies us with new weapons, grenades etc.
A few seconds later, we're in action yet again. Explosions and bullets flying around the whole scene, and people dying on every 'team'.
I remember a guy running out in the open to throw mines close to some APC/Tank like vehicle, and he succeeds but gets shot short after.
The rest is just me owning a lot of ppl, while running alone for some weird reason.

I woke up in the morning (More like the evening) and my heart was in a rush, and I had a feeling that I was about to puke all over my bed (Didn't do it, tho )

Very cool dream, and it's my goal to enter the same island and fight back the vietcong sometimes in the not too far future.

Well. Again the only thing I can remember is just a little fragment of the whole dream.
I'm driving with a friend of mine, just as we were last night (The same night this dream accured - But real life)
We're just talking and chilling while driving in the snow, but suddenly we get chased by a very aggresive car, whom I have no idea who is driving.

<-- I had a dream earlier too, but due to too early activity I forgot that almost immediately

I guess I have to mention this first, as I find it pretty important.
I've been a daily user of marjiuanna for the past 2 years, but due to unimployment and brokeness, its at a minimum at this time - Wich I find a good thing, as i VERY rarely remember my dreams while I have been smoking in the night time.

Well. My memory of the dream starts as I'm at the ocean preparing my mothers ashes. (I got the feeling she'd be buried at sea).
Around me is my closest family, friends and my MOTHER? (Can't believe this didnt ring a little bell).
- This is about it. At least what I remember of it.

The next dream is also just a fragment.
I remember walking into a Big building with many windows, and electrical stairs.
(After waiking up, I remember this place, as I've been there in the dream world Many times in various dreams.

I really can't believe I didn't see any of the above as obvious signs of dreaming.

Gotta work with RC's and Dream recalling.

I vaguely remember part of my dream last night.

I was driving to this odd apartment complex to pick up my sister. I don't know how I knew this but I was aware that she slept there over night because she was drunk.

The apartment was a boss of mine at work who I think hates me. In my dream she was as rude as she would normally be to me. I was attempting to get in touch with my sister to pick her up before my boss got home, just wanting to avoid her.

When I go to the apartments it was night and there were a bunch of drunk frat guys laying all over the lawn. I snuck inside and woke my sister and then I woke up.

At least I remembered something!

The dream started off in a dark place. Like some kind of tent. A lot of the details are blurry.

I'd somehow managed to catch a hummingbird, putting the little guy in a small cage and, for whatever reason, trying to feed him bugs. I realized the next day that I'd been wrong about what it ate, and let it loose in the house, making up some nectar (well, sugar water) for the little guy. He seemed okay after that.

It seemed half of the dream was in my house and the other half in this mansion-like building. I remember there was this HUGE shower (because I was all up in that) and... Professor Oak from Pokemon?

Guess it was his mansion. There were a few other anime/cartoon characters, and then there was a basketball team. And... A waterfall somewhere. But all those details are just fragments.

Sadly...nothing to report haha I wish was better at recalling my dreams.

My goal tonight: recall my dream so I can get on with the show

<3

I am taxi driver or something. I think there are three of us that are friends and as such sort of driving in line with a little space in between. The two other guys stop at like a café somewhere. I go back to find them. One of their cars gets stolen, but I, we, take it rather lightly. When we leave the café, the narrator is an author of a popular thriller saga, announcing that his little campaign has concluded, where people could recommend alternate ways in which to gruesomely yet effectively kill someone, and that he now knows a way that is “stupidly effective”.

Pat and Adam and one other person are signing up for some support the children charity thing or something like that and i wander a little ways off. I come back and think I should sign up too, because that’s what a good friend would do. I go to the desk to sign up, and pat and Adam and the other guy are there, and I see them looking at a magazine that has women in it but they aren’t naked, and i hear one of them say “man normally id be seeing women without clothes right now,” and then I hear one of them say “yeah normally id be playing fallout 3 right now.” As I’m trying to sign up, the man behind the counter walks off to my left and I try to get his attention but someone yells “dodge ball!” and I’m instantly hit in the face with a water balloon, and I can’t see. I wander around for a bit, then someone is directing me. After a few seconds I realize we’re going in the wrong direction so i try to pull away. I open my eyes to see a field and the one man, I try to get out of his grip by pulling his hands off of mine, by hitting him in the face, then by biting him on the nose. When I bite his nose, it falls apart. I pull at the hole and his entire face crumbles away to reveal a stereotypical alien. I am in a giant cell. Everything zooms out and I see the whole prison. It’s a large, square, gray building with a single entrance and exit. There are a lot of cells all facing inwards and massive guards standing on either side of some of the cells. I am on an upper floor. I think to myself, “all the other prisoners are trapped in here, just waiting for someone to rescue them, but I’m awesome, and I’m going to break out. I think to myself “This is an epic dream, I should write in my dream journal now so I don’t forget it. It will also be good because it will keep me calm for all of the work I have to do now. I start to write, and as I’m writing I throw a dart and hit something exactly where I wanted to, then I jump and run up a wall in my cell, and the next thing I know, pat and Adam are leading me down a road back towards the camp. I keep hearing “the road where nothing goes” in a blurry voice. Everything is really trippy. When I look around, everything goes by in a blur. I keep trying to focus on things but everything is distorted. I’m in a third person perspective now, and i see and hear Adam and pat talking to someone else, and they’re saying “yeah we found him in the field but the idiot just keeps trying to wander down that road where nothing goes” Everything’s blurry again and I’m not sure exactly what happens but I remember hearing sex is awesome when you’re high, then I wake up.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

2:40 GMT

Selling grandma’s house
I’m at my grandma’s house with my mom. It is completely empty and I’m telling my mom how I never before noticed the place is actually nice, when it’s empty – no longer crammed with furniture, it let’s light in and has lots of space. We’re doing a last tour to all rooms just to check if everything is ok. A lady is coming to see the house and then I realise it is for sale. I find a paper on the wall, near the fax machine (didn’t know there was one...) and I take it, just when my mom is opening the door to the lady.

Walking through memories
Walking by the neighbourhood of my childhood’s best friend. It looks under construction as it was then in the past and not as it looks nowadays. An old colleague from school is walking with me and we’re both going through our memories. From the end of this neighbourhood we pass into the backs of our old school. I recall it was the place for kids to make out and we do find a couple there half hidden by the grass and we smile. He also recalls some guys who did drugs also met on this place but that I never saw. As we keep going we pass by some gardened area where we used to run through on our physical education classes. But there’s a lot of new trees making the path a bit more dark than it used to be. I see some figures going down that path and I feel curious and go after them. My colleague is left behind.

Golden Buddhas
At the end of this path I find a building, the door is half open and there are people standing there, people arriving and trying to go inside and I peak and see lots of people sitting there. I see monks and realise it’s a Buddhist group listening to some teachings from their guru. I don’t recognize him and it all seems a bit fishy to me, but I try not to judge before knowing them, so I also try to find a seat. But just when I’m about to sit, it ends and the teacher gets up and heads to the exit. People are bowing down at his passage and I sneak outside where there is a table with some Buddhist relics and sacred objects for people to admire. I just get in there when they are scolding a lady who tried to steal some object by hiding it on her coat. Then I go back to the garden and no longer it looks dark but instead it is very bright and I see many many big golden Buddhas statues. Some are floating in the air above our heads and I pass under one and touch the lotus flower on which a Buddha is sitting. I get an amazing feeling I can’t really describe, like I’m floating on air or dissolving into the air.

Japanese artist
Then I see some Japanese banners waving with the wind and go check it out. I meet a girl who paints canvas and banners with traditional Japanese paintings. She is selling her work on some corner enclosed by hedges. Her cheaper painting costs 20 EUR. I tell her I love her work but I have no money with me. Then we start talking and I notice she is Japanese-looking although she tells she never actually been to Japan. I tell her I did and she says “How lucky of you!” I ask why she never been there and she says it’s the land of her ancestors and she plans to go one day, but she is always travelling everywhere but there. She tells me she even travelled on a Japanese boat with a Japanese crew once for some reason, but never put a foot in Japan. Then she tells me (and I see it through her eyes) about her adventures on that boat. The crew was all men and one day she entered some room where they were doing some heavy work and could not leave and she caught one or two peeing to bottles, because they could not even go to the toilet. She was so embarrassed and the men were laughing at her and tell her to come in. After a few days she was already so adapted and relaxed she even took some provocative pictures like one in which she was doing fellatio to some phallic shaped pipe.

6:00 GMT

A chase and goths
Inside some house, on what seems to be the office room. I m looking through the window and I see a couple. I recognize Sandra but don’t know the guy. For some reason they are coming inside the house looking for me and I want to hide, so I run to the toilet and lock myself there. They are trying to break in, so I escape through a window and go to the rooftop and from there I jump to the middle of a street. The street is filled with boxes and bags with groceries and I decide to hide behind it and pick up some food – some bread, juice and so on – to take with me, because apparently I’m planning to go on a long trip. But they come at the window and they see me. I run and I hide on some large building, like an abandoned slaughterhouse. They keep chasing me and I have to climb through some ropes and a few more stunts to get to a second floor. Here I find some offices and hide in one, trying to lock the door behind me. But some group of Goths come inside to do something. One guy in the group wants to help me so he makes me lay down on some kind of hospital bed that they take outside. I’m covered by a sheet, but I am totally sure this won’t work so I jump out of it and decide to just run. The gothic guy help me escape through a window. Outside there are stands – some kind of fair – with gothic, anime and fetishist stuff. But not all the Goths are willing to help me and some I encounter actually try to grab me, so I fly up.

8:00 GMT

More lucid meditation
Something made me feel horny in my dream and I decided to wake up and trying to use it with my BF. I had before talked to him and joked about trying to do it. So I wake up in my bed, he is by my side and I start ... you know... calling him into action. He is so surprised and I’m explaining to him that I’m bringing the horniness from a dream I was having, when I notice that something is not quite right and I realise I’m still dreaming. Then I’m left with the decision to either enjoy the lucid dream or to wake up for real and try again what I was trying to do before. But I didn’t care so much for the horniness anymore and I decided to stay dreaming and do my “homework”.
I cross a wall hoping to cross to some other dream scenario that is a nice place to meditate and I find myself on some porch. There are some kids playing nearby but in general looks good, so I sit down and start doing my visualization and repeating a mantra. It’s all going pretty well, for maybe a minute. I’m struggling not to be distracted by the kids who are now just by my side, when a third kid comes from my left and pinches me. I try not to react, but he tickles me and starts to really hurt me. I guess my “feel no pain” training is not yet 100% working. I am about to resort to violence and send some energy blast to knock them down, but I decide not to give in to that violence – it would totally ruin my efforts to calm down the mind and they would win! So I fly away to the rooftop of a huge tower nearby and decide to sit there, but the vicious kid is still after me. He climbs some metallic ladders on the side of the building to reach me and I detach it from the wall and he falls down what seems to be 100 floors. Now I’m going to sit calmly, but the tower starts to shake and swing and I am about to fall from it. Can’t stay there and so I fly down to some other rooftop and cross another wall in search of a new scenario. I pass by two or three places – a nightscape, some place with stones on the ground, etc – until I find myself in a very comfy room with dim lights, a girl sitting on the floor and another sitting on a sofa, very quiet. I ask them if I can stay there and meditate and they say “Sure! Can we join you?” Fantastic! So I also sit on the sofa and I do once again my visualization and repeat my mantras. This time I think I manage to hold it for a few minutes. Then dream starts to fade but I hold on and continue on it, this time sitting on the floor. In front of me, leaning against the wall, is a big rectangular mirror and I decide to meditate looking at it. I see my reflection. I’m dressed in beige trousers and top but with lots of skin showing. I look a bit chubby, but not ridiculously. It doesn’t disturb me. I keep repeating my mantras, visualizing the Buddha in my heart centre, radiating light and all goes well for a few more minutes. I notice through the reflection on the mirror that more people are coming inside the room and sitting on the floor. I almost wake up again, but when the dream is strong again I am now turned to the centre of the room and see this dozens of people sitting on cushions. They are all looking towards a lady guru at the end of the room. But she doesn’t inspire me confidence. She has a table full of crystals and she says “So, today we have someone special among us!” They all look at me. Then she adds “Not that you are not all special, but you know what I mean!” I have now stopped my meditation and think about leaving this place to but at same time I am curious to see what she is going to say next. She is coming in my direction with some necklace made with lots of different coloured crystals and then I notice my BF just appeared by my side and he’s looking at me like “What is this BS?” I smile and tell him we should leave. Since we’re just against the wall, we cross it and we’re outside in some garden. It’s raining. The garden is lovely, but then I see two rows of dog shelters and decide to check it out. I thought I would find big guard dogs but instead I find tiny cute pedigreed dogs. They are chained to their shelters and the shelters don’t protect them from the rain, so they are all wet and looking miserable. I feel they are there for the entertainment of rich people who own this place, but their care is totally neglected. I mean, they have food and shitty shelter, but they are totally sad, lonely and scared. I start with first little one, cuddling him and doing some reiki and he shows so much love and thankfulness. I cry. I want to do it to all of them, but they are so many! I feel the dream fading and I wish that all animals who are going through similar suffering may always feel loved and happy, no matter what circumstances they are. Then when I’m about to drop out from the dream I have a vision of the caretaker caught in a moment of truth confessing that he beats up the dogs whenever he takes food to tem. I comment with my BF how hideous is that people like him are always getting these jobs.

9:00 GMT

These dreams are from yesterday, Monday Dec 8.

Time Traveler
Clarity: 6/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I time travel back to the 80's, and want to go to a bar, but realize my ID won't be any good. But I figure I probably won't get carded anyways. In order to get downtown, I have to cross a bridge on a street that gets shut down at night due to two warring street gangs.

I pass a bar full of crackhead on the patio, then enter into the dark zone. As I approach the bridge, two gang members on a motor bike speed up to me and tie strings around my thighs. They are painfully tight and cut off my circulation. I untie them and cross to the other side where I'm accosted by the other gang.

My legs still hurt, and I look down to find more strings tied around my thighs. But as I take them off, they are actually belts that look to be made out of rat skin, with the fur all tattered and falling off. The other gang says they do that.

There is a sub plot about a girl and a guy who are a couple, but they are from different times. They guy went back in time and the girl is too young. But even in their right times, the age difference is too much for them to be together. No matter how I try to reason it out, it just doesn't make sense. Time travel can be confusing sometimes.

-I see an old guy going down the street on a dilapidated old tractor/lawn mower with wobbly wheels, that was a time machine. I had a time travel adventure with that guy. He says it's the anniversary of our time travel trip, and he's retracing our journey in a sort of pilgrimage.

He mentions they did a documentary on our trip, and I ask if the scientific community has come to accept time travel as real. He says there is still lots of debate, but the movie was very popular. I'm thrilled to be a part of history. We talk about our time travel journey, and who was with us, which included Andrew and Albert. Also the paradox girl from the first part of the dream, who is walking with us.

We walk to Canada's Wonderland, go to a bar, and the time travel girl buys me a beer since I can't find my wallet. We go into a cake store where I find out all the cake is free, and I pig out, trying all sorts of fancy cakes.

VR Journey
Clarity: 5/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm taking a cross country trip with some friends, but along the way we are shooting virtual reality baddies with toy guns. We take the chips from our original guns, and put them in better toy guns for improved fire power.

After my trip, my brother is making a similar trip, to compete in the same tournament I had previously won. He asks me for tips, and I try to fix his guns so they are as strong as the blasters we had. He has a gatling gun that isn't working right, and I tweak it so it shoots large explosions super fast. But it just didn't have the same power as when I did it before, and I can't figure out why.

We make it to the final level, a large laser tag arena. Only problem is the opposing team has real guns. I try to convince my brother's team to leave, but they don't want to give up. Our only option now is to win the game before the other team. They figure since I've been here before and know the way, I can lead them to victory. So I launch down a hall that looks familiar, but we get lost. Nothing looks familiar like the last time, and I have to conclude that they've changed the maze since I was here last.

I cant remember anything. I woke up numerous times but i was to tired to write anything down and forgot it all. But i do remember some little girl yelling something at me but thats about it.

Last night i tried to lucid dream using WILD but it didnt work out to well.
Things i did wrong
1. Didnt wake up at the right time
2. Woke up to many times
3. Wasnt relaxed or even close to being prepared

Things ill do tonight
1. Make sure my alarm is set for the right time
2. Try to stay relaxed
3. Be prepared
4. try not to wake up as much

Hopefully i can at least get the routine down tonight.

I was shooting a short commercial with Cheri Oteri and I add libbed a bit of what it should have been like. It involed me approaching her and trying to talk with her. The catch was I was supposed to have an awkward moment and completely turn it around like those candy bar commercials. After the first take, we took a break and I shook her hand and told her that I was a big fan of her work. I guess she thought that I didn't recognize her or something, because when I finally told her, her eyes lit up and she became so happy that she started crying. We took a break over at some chairs, and this lady started going over the entire scene that was updated with the bit I had thrown in.

Fragments: Bus Song
I'm on the bus with my grandparents. Some stringed instrument starts playing, and I can't pinpoint where it's coming from. Ambrose begins to play a home made water pipe flute thing, and my grandmother begins to sing in a high falsetto. It's an amazing song.

As we get off the bus, I notice a jar of pickled eggs underneath my seat.

I was trying to remember the guitar part when I woke because it was such a good song, then it came to me. The song was basically "Little Lion Man". The guitar was a little different, the pipes too, and the singing was way different, but it was basically the same song.

Professor Bitchface
Clarity: 3/10
Sleep: Poor
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm in a University class that is just ending, and the professor is a total strict bitch. She mentions that she's been divorced 4 times, and three of those were because she saw her husband's published writing, meaning she was very strict and picky when it comes to the papers we hand in.

She gives out a homework assignment, which she writes on the board, and I figure I had better write it down. But she erases it before I get a chance to. The chalk boards are full of notes that she erases before anyone can copy them. What a bitch.

We leave class and discuss that teacher in the hall. Everyone is worried about handing in our papers, except for me, being confident in my writing skills.

-We're all in a virtual reality program, and students are manipulating the game's reality for physics projects. They all log out and disappear, except for two professors who are plotting evil deeds.