non-lucid

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of November 18-19, 2010.]

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

I'm in a theater, watching a film that turns out to be really scary and disturbing. The film begins with one Congressman sitting behind his desk in his office, while another is standing in front of his desk, calling him out on his shenanigans. The one behind the desk dies of a heart attack a few seconds after the one standing up finishes ranting. The ranter then starts an investigation of the one who died.

At this point, the film's narrator says, "The more he found, the more he refused to see." The Congressman performing the investigation stays in one place [I think it may have been the dead one's office, but I'm not positive] for such a long time that he eventually survives by cannibalism. One of the things he finds while investigating is a bag of marijuana, which he goes through, looking for cigarette butts. At the end of the film, there is a message from his family, left in vinyl-cling letters on the window: he got out and is now getting help.

The film ends, and I exit the theater and walk down the long flight of wide steps leading up to it. The theater is located inside Disneyland. [I've been having dreams featuring bizarre versions of Disneyland since I was a child, but this one really takes bizarre to a new level.] It's a beautiful, sunny afternoon. I walk through Fantasyland and into Toontown; the two share a long, open border with each other, with no transition point or hard line of demarcation between them. Riding on a moving walkway, I go past a turnaround mechanism for the Skyway - the big wheel that keeps the cable with all the buckets attached to it moving and allows the buckets to turn around and go back the other way. It is at ground level. The cable is there, has buckets attached to it, and is moving, but there's no loading/unloading station there, just the turnaround mechanism, all by itself.

I walk past Mickey's house. The path through Toontown dead-ends into a section of the queue for the Roger Rabbit ride. I decide I might as well stay there and get in line, now that I'm there; it was only about 4:00 P.M. the last time I looked at the time, so I have plenty of time to enjoy myself. [D'oh! Should have RCed.] I get in line, walking through an opening into the enclosed, indoor space where the queue is. I walk past a group of Cast Members who are singing a barbershop-quartet rendition of "Stray Cat Strut." I wait for them to finish, then tell them that I know where I'm supposed to go to get to the back of the line, and I'm not taking cuts in the line. They understand and let me pass. One of the Cast Members lets me get in line in front of him. This puts me in line directly behind Gary Coleman and some other little people. We introduce ourselves to each other politely; he goes first. I realize that I'm dreaming just as it's ending, when it's too late to do anything; I can already feel my real body.

I'm at a high school, in a room that has chairs in it, but no desks (possibly the drama classroom). One DC is talking at great length to a group of other DCs on the subject of her facial reconstruction surgery. I pull up a chair, joining the group, and listen. I introduce myself to the DC who has been talking. As we're shaking hands, she introduces herself to me as Anne-Marie. She says that she's ugly, and I automatically answer, "No, you're not." [She reminds me a little bit of real-life friend Dawn B. from college, now that I think of it.] She has dirty-blond hair in a ponytail, pale skin, and sunken, brown eyes. She has a black eye on one of them. I know nothing about her appearance is her fault, though, and I like people to be happy with themselves, so that's why I told her she wasn't ugly. In reply to my denial that she's ugly, she says, "Oh, are you another furry?" I answer, "No, but I am an anime fan." I know that she's an anime fan, too. We chat a bit more, and the conversation ends with our agreeing to eat lunch together.

At the end of the conversation, I have another “Oh, yeah, I'm dreaming” moment. The realization comes easily and naturally, the only specific trigger being that I'm in an unfamiliar place. [I had been MILDing again, so when I found myself lucid dreaming, I accepted and realized it readily because it was what I was expecting.] I take a look around. The classroom is irregularly-shaped, high-ceilinged, and sunlit from skylights. Visual clarity is good. I get down on the floor to feel the carpet, which is short, institutional, and gray. I start crawling on the carpet through the room, remarking to myself aloud: “I don't have any energy today. It's my own fault; I should have gone to bed earlier.” My dream body feels just as tired and sluggish as I know my real one does at this early hour of the morning. I've never experienced this in a lucid dream before, so I find it strange, so I comment on it and come up with a logical explanation for it.

“Why am I wearing this heavy backpack, anyway?” I say to myself, because, I realize, I am wearing one. It feels just like the ones I carried in junior high and high school, so it must be full of textbooks. I take it off, one strap at a time, and let it roll off my back and onto the floor. “That's better... a little,” I say. I can feel the absence of its weight, and I feel a little less tired, but not totally back to normal.

There is a full-length mirror on one side of the room. I stand up and go to look at myself in it. My hair is wavy again, and this time, it reaches all the way to my waist. “Oh, cool!” I say. “That's so pretty! I've always wanted it to be like this!” [While it certainly was pretty, I know very well that actually having hair that long would be really impractical... but, yeah, there evidently is a part of my mind that misses having long hair.] I'm wearing a bright sky-blue T-shirt with pink hearts and gold and silver swirls and sparkles on it, and a long, blue denim wraparound skirt. While looking at my reflection in the mirror, I reach for the outer flap of my skirt with my hands and try to touch it, but I can't feel anything there. When I look down at the skirt itself and try again, though, I can feel it. [That's a pretty cool and interesting difference between dreams and reality, and more (anecdotal) evidence that whatever you concentrate your direct perception on, your mind works harder to create.] I woke up after that.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a few strange dreams last night. They weren't very long or vivid, but they were a bit more random than usual. It seems as if B6 has lost its effect. I won't take any for a month or so, and try to lower my tolerance level. No big deal, I got G+C and Calea!

20.45: Bedtime

05.15: Fragment
*I'm with Monica and we're fooling around with some kind of rubber dick. I squirt white liquid all over her... Twice...

05.15: Riding the train
I'm with my friend Felix and his brother Viktor. We're at the trainstation, standing on the platform in the middle of all the tracks. It's very narrow and looks kinda weird. Viktor jumps out on the track. "No! You can't do that, you will get hit by a train dude" I tell him. He jumps back up. "I haven't been on a train before" he tells me and can't seem to stand still. The train arrives and we get in. My brother Martin is there and we start talking about the party we're going to. It's going to be kickass!

Strange visit
I wake up. Someone's at the door. "Who would want anything at this early hour?" I ask myself and get up. I open the door and a machinist from work is smiling at me. He shows me a porno on his Ipad while talking about doors. "This door, do you know what it is made of?" he asks me. "Uhm... I think there's an iron plate in the middle" I say and he gets excited. "No! It's concrete you can see through!" he tells me. "I got a piece here you can check out". I close the door and checks the time. 04.30. "Aw damnit... it's still thirty minutes left until the alarm goes off..." I say and Monica asks me if I can go to work early instead. I tell her I won't do it and turn on the computer instead.

05.15: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8 hours

Supplements before bed: 150 mg B6

That's it. Kinda boring dreams, but three is a decent recall for being in the middle of the week. Well well.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I was at some random place getting ready to go to something, and I was asking a guy if I could borrow his shirt. It was so weird because the guy had just taken it off. I went into the living room, and lil wayne was in there getting ready as well. I got like three texts in a row and I checked my phone, and it said something about a "Huck competition" on the 19th. I marked it down on my calendar saying that I would attend.

Had a dream where I was having SP and broke out of it. I went out the door, and saw my pops and asked him about it, and he sort of ignored me. I went outside, and there was theses people in a huge convertible monster truck. We road off straight into this field and ended up at some block party. There was some guy trying to tell us where we needed to park.

Had a church frag with my nephews.

I had another one where some people were raiding my grandmothers house. I remember running to the other end and trying to make sure the back door was secure, and there was this machete blade handle sticking out where the door knob should have been.

Had a frag about playing this basketball video game with D. They had all types of characters in it from real life, to made up stuff to cartoon guys.

First i was in some sort of bus with a friend that transported me to a large store that had a seven elleven. there was the ground with the carpet that was like the one in chukey cheese. I ran inside the building to seven elleven then wen to chukey cheese to chek shit out. First i shot some balls in the hoop missd a few times. A manager started giving me crap and i was basicaly like fuck you and started climbing into one of those tube thingys that the kids play in. That led me to a house upstairs where we were with our neighbors upstairs chilling on the couch infront the tv with those tv trays bein lazy. Then a white van pulled up looking for me to take me back to the mental hospital. They said i fuked up another patient cuz i fed him junk food. I ran in fear theyd take me toa bathroom that had urinalllls where i took a piss at school. back at home i was with an older dog miskey and itook him on a walk, they told me to let him free and i did and he took of and then was mauled in the neck by a dog that looked identical to him. the owner smashed his head in an i cried for a long time along with the owner. then i went around the block trick or treating making fun of the dumb attempts to scare me and then after i came back and realized that coltrain wasnt the killer it was the neighbors dog i tried to go over there but had no timme..

Yeah, my friends and I went a wee bit Harry Potter crazy the week before the movie came out.

Dreams for today! So I got up at 7:30 for school but there's still a shit-tonne of snow which means no school so I went straight back to bed (after jotting down some notes from previous dreams) and slept in until about 9 and dozed until 10 (lazy I know).

Smoke

Awake Non-Lucid

I'm in my maths class, possibly the class I hate the most. I don't like the subject, I don't like the teacher, or the old, cold classroom, or the bitchy people. Ms. Stone has given us a "task" to do that differs from out usual routine of textbook questions and past papers. We've to work in groups... Ugh. I get into a group of about 4 with the people who sit around me.

Then there's a power cut. I can't see anything! I feel around with my hands and come across Stuart. He thinks I'm feeling him up and grabs me, but I slap him away. I sit down, feeling very annoyed, and inhale a mouthful of smoke. I realise Kirsty is sitting smoking next to me. I choke a little bit, and turn my face away. You may want lung cancer, but I certainly don't.

The lights flicker back on. Whilest Ms. Stone goes over and shouts at Kirsty for smoking in the school, I move to the other side of the classroom. The head of department is sitting there, and she eagerly starts talking to me about her pregnancy. I nod and agree whilest thinking "I've never been pregnant, so no, I don't understand how you feel..."

She pulls a dog out from behind her back sim style, then gives it to me. I d barely have my arms out before she dumps what I think is a terrier on me. It's so heavy! I feel weighed down. And, oh wait, shit, it's paralysed me again. The dream fades as i realise.

Search for a Frappacino

I'm outside my local shopping centre ("mall") rollerskating towards the entrance. I'm going really fast and it's really fun! Soon I'm inside, and the smooth floor makes me go much faster. I blur by people busy shopping, and pass a sign that says "Coffee £10.10". Perfectly reasonable. I wonder why no one else is rollerskating and decide to make this a regular thing. The coffee sign has made me want a chocolate cream frappacino, so I head off to find Starbucks.

It takes all my concentration to NOT skate into people. But I accidently do. He's holding chocolate cakes that land straight on my chest. Oh great, I'm so embarrassed and as I pick myself up I give him the finger for laughing at me. Forgetting I have cake all over my t-shirt, I skate off. I seem to go in a loop, and find myself back with cake-boy. He sees me and eagerly starts telling his friend about the cake incident. He seems to turn black and white, and then I skate to the cafe beside him.

I shoot him evils as I order a frappacino, sipping on it angrily and plotting how to get back at him. He sees me looking and hold out two water-melons. Even though I'm angry, I can't help but laugh.

Piano School

I've gone to a college that specialises in piano playing. To celebrate, me and two other girls decide to go out to dinner. They take me to a fancy, dimly lit restraunt that is very expensive.

[Dream skip - after dinner] We're still in the restraunt, and it's time to pay the bill. £500? I don't have that kind of money. "Run for it?" I ask the girls. They laugh and say they'll take care of it. A man sitting on a booth behind us introduces himself as Henry. I realise one of the girls has taken his card and used it to pay the bill. Oh shit.

The school found out about "my" stealing Henry's credit card. What!? That wasn't me! They tell me I'm not allowed to play piano anymore. So I sit in the small practice room and watch the others play instead. They don't talk to me because apparently I'm not worthy of their attention. It feels like the caste system and I am "untouchable".

I'm on a plane now, but the teacher has told me to talk to no one because I'm not allowed. When she leaves I almost immedietly start to talk to the guy behind me. He asks why I've been treated this way and i promise to tell him later when we're off of the plane. He invites me to walk to the cinema with him and his little sister.

As we walk he tells me about his little sister and how it's his job to take care of her. When he's finished I make sure no ones around (I notice the girls lurking around in the shadows, but change direction) I tell him about the credit card incident and how I got the blame for it, even though it wasn't my fault. He listens and tells me it's ok, that people will realise i didn't do it soon enough. He invites me to dinner but when I notice it's the same one i was in before, I tell him I'll pass. He smiles and walks in, holding his sisters hand.

£10.10 for coffee and £500 for a meal? Apparently my mind thinks that food should cost a bomb

Estão começando os concertos de natal na minha escola de música, então tenho sonhado bastante com isso.

Eu estava voltando de alguma festa, ou encontro de familiares. Mas eu tinha um ensaio na minha escola de música, então meu pai (que estava de bicicleta), estava me levando até lá. Paramos em um semáforo da rua brusque e encontrei Vini lá (de bicicleta também). Ele disse que estava indo para casa dele, que fica praticamente do lado da minha escola de música. Eu disse para o meu pai que me deixasse ir com ele, afinal, economizaríamos tempo.
Me sentei na garupa da bicicleta dele e segurei nos guidões. Ele perguntou se, se ele soltasse a bicicleta, eu conduziria ela acidentalmente. Caso isso acontecesse, eu teria que trocar de lugar. Consegui controlar minha força nos guidões, então partimos para a escola de música (que fica para o outro lado de onde estávamos indo).
Chegando lá (que não era a minha escola de música, mas sim a casa da minha tia), vi que todos estavam se dirigindo para fazer um ensaio geral na igreja. Pegamos uma lombada em alta velocidade e caímos bem perto de onde todos estávamos. Falei para meu professor e para o maestro: "cheguei na minha bicicleta alada!". Todos riram.
Coincidentemente, eu estava com a roupa que seria usada no ensaio, mas estava sem meu instrumento. Vi que haviam vários e vários instrumentos no terreno da casa dos meus tios, então peguei um e fui para a igreja ensaiar.

Eu estava com um grupo em um laboratório (provavelmente de anatomia), examinando um garoto que possuía asas de pássaro. Quem estava nos 'regendo' era minha professora de inglês, Patrícia. Eu já estava usando dois jalecos, um branco e outro azul. Quando vi que começariam a abrir as costas do garoto, comecei a colocar um outro preto por cima. Lembro-me que várias pessoas me chamavam, mas nenhuma acertavam meu nome. Até comentei com minha namorada: "será que virou moda errar meu nome?"
Quano eu estava colocando o jaleco preto, bateu o sino. Tirei todos os jalecos que eu estava usando e saí. Chegando em casa (que não era minha casa), descobri que esse garoto era meu filho (?). E que haviam vários Paparazzi atrás de nós para conseguirem fotos e informações (levando em conta que as asas do garoto estavam sangrando, devido às operações no laboratório), tanto sobre o garoto de asas quanto ao fato de ele estar sendo maltratado.

Creio que esse sonho tenha algo a ver com a música Amaranth, da banda Nightwish.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

31/11/10 It is after a training session, might even have been a match, and a similar crew to the basket people I am loosely associated with are there. We are playing some weird description of football, which is all for play and a way of gearing down after the game. We are going to a party that may have already started. Shaq is there. The entire atmosphere is quite jolly although the team I am on is getting our asses handed to us. Although I feel like an outsider and not completely within my rights to be there I still don't think I am the one performing the worst although I keep my mouth shut about that. We are having fun and we go down to the party find a couple of new balls and go upstairs again. I am hinting at some balls I would think are top quality for the game we are playing, but when I find one I was thinking about I realise it may be too slippery...

There is something about some changing rooms either after or before this section of the dream.

There might have been more to it, but I cannot quite remember...

Lucid
Dream1: Uncles Will
I become aware that I am in someones driveway standing next to an old white car (1970's type maybe). I've never seen this house or car before. A man comes to me and starts talking. I really don't care because although he may look like my uncle he's more than likely just a dreamer* and besides the dream world is much more interesting. He continues to talk to me as I pay him no attention and start exploring. I see some potted plants and pick one up to take a closer look, some of these dream environments can be so intricate. It looks like a poorly taken care of bonsai tree with a pool of water in its pot. I look up across the back yard, beside us and the car, and wonder what it all looks like and then I fly up and very very slowly flying towards the street. As I do I look down, I'm not up too high at all and I take the planter I still have and pour the water down to the ground where this guy (still talking) and his stuff is. This is fascinating to see how I am flying, back to the sky face down, and the water falls down to the ground and splashes. My supposed uncle is not happy now and starts saying he is going to leave me out of his will and that I am not going to get this silver pitcher he has placed down onto the cement driveway. I get really angry at his cheap attempt to insult me and control me with these paltry trinkets. I fly down to the ground and go over to his little silver pitcher and say "you can take your pitcher" then I kick it into his car "and shove it up your ass!" He looks at me completely shocked, his eye wide and his mouth hanging open. I just stood there waiting for whatever he had to say to that.

Nonlucid
Dream 2 fragment: The 10 Story High School
I am running around in this huge HS. I've been here before and realize that I am not a student here but seem to have some important stuff to run around and do. My female friend (not from real life) tries to keep up with me as I run around trying to figure something out. Its hard for her to keep up since I am the only one flying or sliding down stair handrails (the school is very crowded and it seems everyone is ALWAYS on their way to class so I use the handrails as a short cut).
I've been to this school 4 times before but in the past it was much more detailed and partially lucid.


During a nap today (45 min).
I had 2 dreams both nonlucid and both as if I was viewing a TV show.

Dream 3: After School Show
It was a crappy kids show where the actors are lame and so's the acting. I wished it was over and the ending came as they all came together and sang a lame ending song about how they all get along and play fair. I marveled at how 28 year olds could play 16 year olds and still be on TV every day.

Dream 4: Cooking Show & Shoes
This was a cooking show like Rachel Ray but for kids with the same "its a cooking show but we do a lot of non-cooking things too" theme. The girls on the show where preparing lunch which for each of them (4) was different. The leader of the show then said "now lets use our place-mats!" They then put their bowls and cups into the foot hole in shoes! Each shoe pointed in the other direction but side by side with the food sticking out of the shoe or ever fluffy bedroom slippers. They then carried them from the kitchen to the circular table.
I woke and was like "wtf?" Not only were the shoe place-mats weird but the fact that I didn't think it was weird in the dream!


* I refer to DC's as dreamers a lot because I see them as people dreaming wondering the dream world. They act out living at home, being at work, or whatever they usually do. These dreamers are different than what I call "replicants" these are characters created by my mind and are linked to me by my attention. The difference is one is a real person sleeping at home and the other is a drem't up facsimile of a person, animal, or thing. I can sometimes feel the difference between them but the real test is to take your attention away from them completely and then see if they are still there. If they are gone they were a replicant. This has helped me a lot since I would always wined up looking for something I just had since as soon as I took my attention away it was not there any more.

Dreamers can vanish as well but usually under extreme emotional stress. Rarely I have caught them vanishing while interacting with them but just before they do they stop talking, or whatever, and look like they have just remembered something. The next instant they are not there. There's no "poof" or nothing just vacancy. It's a bit of a shock to NOT see someone in an instant.

I awake in a private airline airport and slowly walk on to a private jet with around four seats in a square pattern my elementary school friend Jon was sitting at the pilot seat a person I do not remember sitting in the seat next to him and me behind the unknown person and to the side of me was no one once Jon stops bragging on how he attained his pilots licence we took off into the clouds with no actual landscape besides the plane after a while of just staring at clouds we burst into a conversation about a friend named Aryan who I just recently met and about how his girlfriend has complete and utter control over him (turns out the day before the broke up [Unconfirmed]) once that conversation ended I got up and proceeded to exit the plane once I opened the door in mid flight and jumped out I realized I forgot a parachute and somehow grabbed a helicopter (which I believe is the jet itself it just transformed) I was hanging on to the bars for dear life feeling a sense of gravity pulling me down I finally let go and started plummeting until I was a few hundred feet above the ground and just started floating around like a kite I soon came upon a cliff and once I got past the ledge and looked down I saw a deep blue/purple lake just sitting still and peaceful and right next to it an entrance to a forest I started floating towards the forest and landed at a campground with about 5ish people (One being Aryan) I then proceeded to tell them about what just happened and before anything else could happen I was jolted awake

Side note: I was supposed to start a polyphasic sleep schedule last night (the Everyman2 is the only one that works with school, my core sleep would be from 11pm-3:30am and my naps would be 6-6:20 both am and pm) but when the alarm went off I got up and turned it off and then convinced myself that I didn't want to do it. I spent all day today coming up with reasons to do it and hopefully tonight I will actually get up for more than 30 seconds. When I got back into bed I began to attempt a WILD but I just fell asleep almost instantly.

My friend Jacob (and his entire extended family which I have never met) was throwing me a surprise party (my birthday's in June) but invited me over to help set up (dumb). I walked in and one of his older female relatives told me I looked like Jacob's grandma when she was young. Another one walked up and said "No, she just looks like a grandma." For some reason I didn't find this offensive. Another relative walks up with a box of presents wrapped in christmas paper and says, "These are for you. We paid $17 for each one." I thank her and start opening them (at this point my friends Ryanna and Fiona are there too). They are all toys for children. One is this thing that is a board with balloons tied to it that stay near the board until you lift them up and then they float like they're full of helium. They have facts on them and other educational things geared towards first or second graders. In another present there is a barbie with blue eyeshadow. Then the girls and I went on a scavenger hunt (part of the party) but we weren't really looking for anything, just walking through a path looking in the bushes with every step. I found out that they had gone to Cuba without me and I got really angry that they hadn't invited me or even told me. When we got back there were more people there for the party. There was an area with very deep, bright green ivy and it was an outdoor bowling alley thing. There was an easel with a photograph on it (the type you see at weddings or bar mitzvah's) but it wasn't of me. It was of this boy River in my grade who is kind of weird and made fun of. I went to preschool with him. He was making a stereotypical commercial male model pose (like the ones you'd see in a JC Penny commercial on TV). I heard this boy Gabe say, "Jessie, bowl with me." I said I would when his friend Cole jumped out from behind him and said, "No, bowl with me." They looked at each other and made slightly angry faces.

November 18, 2010

It is 11:49 PM

-Just as a note this is one of those dreams where you kinda fall asleep then snap back awake.

I'm driving down a local street in my town and I approach an hill going up. It is night time and there are leaves falling from the trees as it is autumn. As I'm passing over it I see a guy in the middle of the road dragging a dead guy across the street. This literally freaks me out so much that I wake up. I just had to write it down it was so unique of an experience.

0748: Some residue here from watching Sarah Conner Chronicles lately. I'm playing a 1v1 basketball game against a terminator. It has no skin or clothes, so just the robot body. We are playing indoors. I am leading with a score of 17-16. The terminator has the ball as the buzzer is about to go off. He shoots a long jumpshot and... misses! I win! OMG, I beat the terminator. I was way too proud of this fact. Even when I woke up I was surprised and giddy. Anyway, then I show the terminator how backspin affects the arc of the shot and that's why he missed.