non-lucid

Dream 1-- DILD! *Dreamsign: HSfriend* Task of the Month

YES!! I finally had my second lucid dream after trying to induce lucids for over a week now! I'm so psyched because even though I'm officially attempting to achieve lucidity through the WILD technique, I'm managing to recognize my dream signs while in the dream state! This is really encouraging because these dreamsigns recur so much, and are so common that if I can really start consistently seeing them as such then I should be lucid almost all the time! Also, I think it helped that I was thinking about the task of the month as a something to do after I became lucid because I completed it as soon as I became lucid!

The dream starts off with me walking down this open field at night with no one around me. I am walking on grass, and I can see a bunch of stuff in the distance, but I have this feeling like I know exactly where I am going. I keep walking for about a minute and eventually find myself sitting on a porch with Dean, William and an old man. I look over at Dean and he is lying down on some stairs, and I think that's typical for Dean, who would normally come over to my house and just sleep on my couch.

Will, the old man and I are talking about some important topic I can't specifically recall right now. Suddenly there is this loud noise to the right and it's this truck that is trying to back into it's logical space. It's making a lot of noise and it has to go through a long, drawn out procedure of getting through this tiny space in order to park. It pulls forward, and shifts positions and goes back. It's hard to explain but the entire process takes about 2 minutes to complete. After it's done I l walk over and see that the truck has compacted to the size of a normal car, and I think that is really weird how it all happened.

When I go back to talk to Will, I recognize him as an HSfriend (friend from high school) and immediately I become lucid! I tell him that I am lucid and that I have full control over my dream and I can do whatever I want right now. He sits and just looks at me silently. I then tell him that I have always looked up to him and that I think he is really cool. He says "whoa." I don't know what else to say so I walk past him and find another of my high school friends, Sean. He walks up to me and says "I love you, man" and gives me a big hug. I say "I love you too dude, thank you." When we are hugging, I close my eyes and things go black, which causes me to start to lose lucidity. I remember that I can spin around, so I start to spin but my brain sort of comes back into my body and I can feel my body spinning in a dream while my body is remaining still on the bed. It feels really weird because I have the sensation that I'm spinning in the bed while I'm not moving at all.

Dream 2-- PassObs Degrassi

So I'm watching an episode of Degrassi, and everything seems to be going according to the Degrassi-esque drama, but I'm passobs the whole time. I'm just the camera watching all the action, and there is a line of thoughts that follow as the scene progresses. After about 30 seconds, the characters all change and the storyline becomes something really weird.

In every episode of Degrassi there are usually multiple stories that progress in segments and the show will switch from one story to another constantly. In one of my stories, Abed from the show Community thinks that he is gay so he is going into a doctor's office to check. For most of my dream he is waiting in the waiting room looking around nervously. The last Abed scene, a doctor in the form of Chevy Chase (who is also in Community) comes out and tells Abed that his results are ready. There is a close up of his face looking worried, and then a far-away shot of him following the doctor through these two glass doors.

In another story, there are these two people who are apparently cheating on their girlfriend/boyfriend with eachother. In one scene they are having sex and it looks like the scene from fight club where it's really blurry and slowed down. You can't really tell what's going on but you know they are having sex and one scene will kind of mold into the other. I see her totally naked and I have this thought like 'I don't think they can show boobs on this show' but that doesn't stop the dream. The boobs and the woman's body morph into the guys face and suddenly they are in a different sexual position. It's hard to explain, but I remember paying attention to how the bodies morphed and how her boobs became his nose. It was really interesting to watch and observe.

In the last story, I was actually involved, but I can't remember it that well. I am running down a long corridor with black and white checkers on a marble floor beneath me. The corridor is rather narrow and I can see that it gets smaller up ahead. I am running and at first it doesn't seem like I'm making progress, but somehow I imagine that there are people in the opening, which makes me complete the journey really fast. I guess I took my mind off the corridor situation, which made it a non-issue. When I reach the opening there are HSfriends again, but I don't go lucid this time. We all talk for a while about a problem going on in the house we are in. It's really dramatic and we all have to search for something, but it's too blurry at this point.

Dream Fragment 1-- BC Movie

I just got home from Boston where I was watching the Yale/Harvard football game and visiting my friend at BU. While at BU I was thinking about how I went over to BC during my college tours and had to compare the two campuses.

In my dream, I am walking on concrete in no specific path, but once again I have this feeling like I know where I am going. It's raining/drizzling but I don't have the feeling like I am getting wet or that I am cold at all. I walk into this building and there are students sitting in chairs facing a TV screen. Also, there is a woman who is standing behind a podium and looking out at all of us. she is obviously a representative for the college. All the kids sitting are watching a movie, and I decide to remain standing behind all of the chairs. I adopt a wide stance and I remember thinking about how wide my stance was and naming it "solid." I physically tried to avoid watching what was on the TV because I didn't want to get sucked in. This is what I do in real life now. I don't watch TV and I don't watch movies because they drag me into the PassObs state so well. I try to RC all the time now when I am typing up my dream journal because I will realize that I am not even paying attention to the noise of the keyboard or the feeling of sitting in the chair!!

Suddenly, I am talking to H. Huffines because he was one person that I wanted to visit while at BU who I never got a chance to see. I was thinking about him in real life. His dad also talks to me, but I don't remember to go lucid. I can't remember the dialogue, but it was nothing special.

False Awakening 1-- Pam offers me a Job

My alarm clock goes off at 5am to remind me to WILD. I remember that I am supposed to WILD and so I remain still and fall back asleep. I have a False Awakening in my bed and I turn to my side to see my mom's friend Pam on my laptop with glasses on. She is looking through e-mails or something and starts talking to me without looking at me. She tells me about this job opportunity she has as an actor's apprentice. I would follow him around and do his dirty work and get him shows and all of this stuff. The whole time I'm in passobs just not really "there." I don't look around, I have a lot of thoughts just swarming through my mind and I don't say anything. I wake up.

False Awakening 2-- Lawyer in my Den

This dream is scattered and happens directly after the first false awakening. I am a lawyer and I'm representing this client who I think is disabled. I don't specifically remember the facts of the case or why I am trying it, but I do remember looking through this light blue notebook filled to the brim with papers with all sorts of legal words. It's just passage after passage of what the client is saying, what the law is and other arguments. I try to read over these very carefully, and I actually start to get a photographic memory of what all the contents are as I'm flipping through the book! At first, I'm reading this outside. I'm in a chair and I'm leaning back with the notebook in my lap. there are about 6-7 pages that I read front and back. This clues me in to the whole case and what is going on.

Suddenly, without warning, I sit up and I am in this large comfy couch that we have in our downstairs den, which is a living room basically. I am talking to a client who is sitting in a chair at a table that is correctly placed in the layout of my den, and he isn't looking at me. He is looking to the left according to how I am looking at him, but it's straightforward for him. He is white, stocky, grey haired, and he looks rather sad, he had a light blue sweater on. We start talking about the case and I basically ask him a list of questions that I feel would apply to this case. The more questions I ask, however, the more I become passobs because I analyze the question I am asking, I analyze his answer, and I'm in my head about what to say or do next.

First, we start talking about the complaint and the laws surrounding the issue. He tries to direct me to pages where he addressed certain concerns Im brining up, but as Iflip through the pages I realize that all of the text is blurry and jumbled (a new dreamsign) so I stop trying to look. I just converse with him directly about the issue and begin asking him surprisingly poignant questions that I had never heard myself ask before. Things like "Do you admire his situation? Would you trade your life for his?" After this question there was a long silence. I stopped to think about what I just said, and I was really analyzing his face to gauge his reaction. He didn't say anything and I prompted him to speak, but he, in a whispering voice, said "I don't know."

Dream Fragment 2--

I'm on a Balcony alone. I'm looking down at all the clothes I am wearing and find myself getting really self-critical. I realize that I haven't shaved in four or five days and I start thinking about how unattractive that must look, and how stupid I am for not just getting it done. I start taking off my pants and realize that I have three pairs of pants on. The outer layer is a blue pair of sweatpants that says "Harvard" down the left leg. Underneath these pants I have my gym shorts, which I wore to sleep tonight. And underneath that I have some under armour to keep me warm. Interestingly, this mocks the amount of pants I was wearing around for the past two days in order to stay warm in the 30 degree Boston weather.

There was a dark road, with woods on either side. There was a path broken through the woods. Some park rangers came to investigate the path. They found a giant worm. The worm told them something else did it. The rangers left. As soon as they left two gigantic snakes came and killed the worm.

The world was based kind of like Gears of War. We knew that we were in a game, but we sill played as if we were in real danger. We had weapons very similar to those in Gears. We traveled in little boats that were first loaded onto helicopters. The choppers dropped the boats off in some ocean, that was experiencing rough seas. There were hundreds of boats, with two people per boat. My girlfriend and I were in the same boat. We had to paddle to some fortess type thing. There were people on the walls with turrent guns.

Inside the fortress there were alot of creatures to fight. There was one monster I focues on in particular. He was very similar to the forest trolls from Fable. The only way to kill him was to shoot these orbs that were located on his joints, just like in Fable. I was having trouble killing him, so I found my girlfriend to help me fight him. Even though it was a fortress on the outside, once we got inside and started fighting the place seemed to become a mansion. I used furniture constantly to roll behind and avoid being killed. I also remember some type of serpent there. It was gigantic.

I found my little cousin in the mansion fighting. I made him go find on experienced warrior and stay by him. I woke up in mid combat with the forest troll.

Somewhere throughout the dream I remember someone make a comment about an old friend of mine. They said that they wished he was there, because he just got the job done and didn't worry about points.

I was in a big room with hundreds of other people. We were in some sort of class. The instructors were trying to show us how to induce dreams. Mostly all I remember about the dream is alot of people moving around in a chaotic fashion.

Three short dreams that I remember, but I'm sure I had an active dreaming night. I did not sleep well and woke up many times feeling like I'd been dreaming.

In which I discuss politics with my step-mother...

I'm in a swimming pool with my step-mother having a political debate. It involves discussion of the relative importance of environmental concerns and economic growth. The discussion is too boring to relate here.


In which my cousin grows an afro...

Cousin C moved to Colorado. I went there to visit. When he answered the door, I saw that he'd decided to grow his hair long, only since his hair is very curly, it grew into a bushy afro.

"You look like Jimi Hendrix," I tell him.

"It keeps my brains warm in these cold winters," he answers.


In which I babysit K's children (one of whom is an elf), reveal that I'm an action star, and get hassled by the man...

K goes on vacation and asks me to look after her kids. G is a two year old boy with a big vocabulary and E is a tiny elf girl. I loaded them up in my car and we headed to my late Grandma B's house in Dallas. Along the way, we stopped to visit a water park with lots of slides and wave pools. I turned the kids loose and started chatting with a man. G came up to ask a question, and this man suddenly snatched us up and threw the two of us in the back of his van where we spent a long stressful time riding around the baffllingly crowded and complicated Dallas freeways. All the while I'm asking him to please let me call the water park people to gather up E since a tiny elf could easily get lost if no one is watching for her.

Eventually we manage to bonk the guy over the head with a lead pipe and gain control of the van because secretly I'm an action movie star. I drove us to the airport where we planned to fly back to the waterpark but naturally we were detained by immigration officials who wanted proof of my citizenship. I begged them to call the waterpark so that an employee would look for E, but they also refused. I was worried that the little elf had gotten distracted by now and flown away.

Hours later, I'd finally convinced the immigration officials that I am a citizen, but the customs people were still harassing us. G asked them if we were being "customized" and everyone thought this was very witty and cute so that they let us go. We hopped back in the van and rushed to the waterpark where I was relieved to find E sleeping in a giant red flower, Thumbelina-like. We plucked her up without disturbing her and the stress dream had a very happy, though psychedelic ending.

I am back at a community college that I went to at one time. I have a lot of happy memories here, and often dream of it. I am walking down the hallway to a class I am taking, and realize that I have not explored much of the college since I went back. This is the last night of this semester for me, and I think I should take a walk to the other end of the hall.

While I am still on my way to class (I never do make it to the other end of the hallway) I meet some people I used to know. I had been worrying lately about losing interest in some places like this that are important to me, but while I am talking to them I realize that I am in a wonderful place. Then I have to go to class.

I sit down at my desk, and look out the window. There is a tall brick smokestack just out the window in this dream, and I "remember" looking at it when I used to go to school here. As I look at it the smokestack changes in height and width, and I think even collapses at one point. I just watch passively, and it has no effect on me.

The instructor is wrapping up the class, and we are supposed to clean out our desks before we leave. In our desks are computers, which are small things that plug into some kind of printer device. Everyone else in the class has an easy time plugging these things together and leaving. Mine does not seem to fit together though.

As expected, my re-establishment of a RC habit has not fully set in yet...officially my goal is just to have a single RC-induced lucid dream by this Saturday, which will be one full week of nights since my return to lucid dreaming, although I am quite open to the idea of having more LDs prior to that date

Well, anyway, for the sake of improving recall and looking for more dream signs, here's what I remember from last night (it would seem I'm getting pretty consistent with remembering 3 dreams, eh?)

Dream 1 - False memory and what I saw around me both said the same thing: I had done an absolutely awful job cleaning up at work the night before. The place was a mess...particularly the bathroom. All of the toilets had to be taped off due to...misuse, shall I say...or overuse...hmm. But anyway I was just waiting to really hear it from my boss, when he stepped inside and said, "You know what, great job on the cleanup last night. I never thought I'd say this, but I have absolutely no complaints; I can't think of anything that needs done better next time."

I thought he was joking at first, but it became evident within moments that he was serious. "Sweet! I got off the hook!" I thought before the dream faded

Dream 2 - I was at the computer, trying to type something, and I noticed my keyboard wasn't working. (this occasionally happens IRL...I have a keyboard that isn't fully Windows 7 compatible, so I sometimes have to unplug it and plug it back in to make it work) I was about to re-plug the keyboard, when I thought about my old one. It was just as basic as you could get, but it worked. But I really needed the newer one for video editing, so I wasn't sure what to do. Then this little mental argument grew to a huge scale in my head to where I was losing focus in the dream and the keyboard in front of me flashed between the new and the old...the dream grew more unstable...then it ended.

Dream 3 - It was Christmas now, and someone got me an XBox 360 and a racing game to go along with it. At first it seemed really cool; the menus had great graphics and I was able to totally customize my car and all sorts of things. But then I actually got into the game and the FPS was really bad, not to mention the controller basically had no bearing on what happened in the game. Pushing buttons did things, but not always the same thing every time, and never what I wanted them to. Eventually I got frustrated and stopped, then took the XBox upstairs, opened it up, added some hardware (which conveniently appeared in my hand on the spot) and then tried it again. This time the controls were responsive, and the framerate was better, even though it still was a bit jerky.

I woke up wanting a PS3.

Not kidding. I know it was just a dream, but something in me really dislikes XBox now. Weird how that works...

[SPOILER="Drugs and Sex, Parental guidance strongly suggested"][INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#696969"]19.11.2010[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT]
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]Explicit[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#696969"](Non-lucid)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#696969"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#1E90FF"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#DC143C"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#696969"][/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]My recall on this one is spotty, and doesn't start at the exact beginning, so bear with me.

[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]The best way to start it off would be the part where I was with my friend Alex showing him this new form of marijuana cultivation I pioneered that starts with putting a dry bud in water and somehow it ends up multiplying. We were in my backyard [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-It belonged to me in the dream though I'd never seen a place like- [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]which had three fountains perfect for the new technique.

We plant the buds and then, using regularly obtained weed, get high before heading to a bar [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-which is also in "my" house and sort of looked latin as far as architecture went. [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]Eventually these two girls come up to us, one young (about 15 like me), beautiful, dark haired girl who just sat back and didn't say anything, [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-Actually this is one of the few times my dreams have used a face I recognized, the girl is an aquantince of mine though that wasn't who she played in the dream and wasn't exactly how the rest of her body looked-[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"] and another sexy older woman who had an air about her somewhere between Female-military-official and Experienced-hooker. She asked if I wanted a fun time tomorrow, and I said sure, against Alex's advice, because she looked like someone with honest intentions and a trustworthy character. As it turned out she was. Tomorrow was something along the lines of "Make-a-guy-happy day" or something, and she decided to do it through sexual favors, though her only intention was solely to make guys happy. She didn't even want money, though Alex insisted they always got something out of the deal. I signed in a tiny little agenda notebook and saw a lot of other names on there. The fact that they were essentially hookers got me thinking about disease, but somewhere between being desperate and loving ganja, I happened to forget about it.

The next day my doorbell rang and, much to my surprise, it was the young girl, and not the older, one that was standing there. She never told me her name or, more likely, I just don't remember it after waking up so long ago, but we started talking about ourselves for a while. She said she that this was the first time her mom (the older woman) sent her out for a job and she still wasn't totally comfortable with it. I respected that and told her to just forget about anything sexual, it didn't matter and it's not like I was paying to begin with. So we just talked for a while, showed her my now filled to the brim Marijuana Fountains in my backyard we she mentioned how she smokes, and basically we just hung out for the day. Some time probably around five Alex came to look at the progress with the fountains. We went out there but I stopped him when I saw a guy ride by on a NASA vehicle on the other side of my fence which faced a road [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-In this dream NASA was basically interchangable with any policing group- [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]and he actually rode into part of my fence, knocking it down. But surprisingly enough he just went right on through and ran down my fence on the opposite side too so he could leave (I'm guessing my backyard was just some sort of shortcut he had to take).

Later that night, me and the younger girl went to the bar again, both of us smoking before hand. We had a great time and when we were about to get on a train back to my house [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-though I'm not sure where exactly it went since my house and the bar were the same building just at different times- [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]but out of the blue she kissed me. Obviously I kissed back, and we both got on the train. But then the real shocker hit; the train was totally deserted and we sat in the back where not even the driver could see us, and she started undoing my pants and givving me a hand job. I told her she didn't have to do it just because of what her mother was going to do, but she said that wasn't why. soon it turned into a full blown BJ and she was pretty good considering she claimed to be a virgin. That's as far as it got and we had to say our goodbyes for the night pretty soon after reaching our destination. But then the next day came tradgedy. When I woke up I knew I loved her, and I wanted to see her soon, but when I turned on the TV my heart sank. She'd be hit and killed that night by a speeding car that fled the scene. I was destroyed, but part of the dream reality must've been slipping through because I knew I could bring her back. [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]Unfortunately I was woken up before that could happen.[/COLOR][/INDENT][/SPOILER]

22.11.2010

Battle Royale 2 + Hide and Seek (?) (Non-lucid, supplemented by melatonin)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Another exciting dream; too bad I forgot a few details. I think I'm too obsessed with Battle Royale. Maybe it's turning me evil.

I was upstairs in a room, together with a lot of my friends. We were bracing ourselves and preparing ourselves mentally for the ordeal we're about to go through. Strangely enough, I found myself being more and more excited about this Battle Royale programme.

Finally it was my turn. I grabbed my allocated stuff and went to the lift. In the lift, I quickly checked my items and found out I was given a pistol.

Quickly I tucked it into my pocket but I forgot to check for bullets and extra ammunition.

When I stepped out off the lift, I made my way and saw 2 of my friends hiding under something, with a gap below (and that is why I was able to see them). I ignored them and retraced my steps, not sure if they were planning to shoot whoever walks by. Suddenly I heard 2 gun shots and when I swerved around, I saw the 2 friends being knocked back, dead.

I grabbed my pistol and I saw my senior, Iv, coming around the corner with a gun. I fired 2 shots at him immediately and with a groan of pain, fell to the ground. His partner, also my senior, D, followed behind and I frantically shot him crazy right in the face. He did the same, but weirdly enough both of us were not affected.

*SCENE CHANGE*

I found myself along with a group of my friends at school. We were still in the Battle Royale, and apparently we grouped up. The Battle Royale game was slowly morphing into Hide and Seek.

"Let's stick together and find the last person!" someone cried.

No, that is stupid. This is a Battle Royale game and the last thing I want to do is stick with a big group of people, I thought. I suggested to my 2 friends to sneak this way and be sure not to stand up or they would be seen through the windows, but they ignored me. Frustrated, I joined the big group.

Our weapons changed into a roll of newspapers. All of us.

Finally we reached the canteen. We did not know where to start looking. This is where the dream gets a bit fuzzy. I remembered myself and a few people running up and down, trying to find the last person. Finally, I made my way all the way back of the canteen, and I found him, OWJ. Apparently we were supposed to tap their feet when they sing their song.

"Up up up up up up you you I I," OWJ sang. I quickly ran up and tap his feet.

As OWJ and I made our way back. He sang Teenage Dreams and another song I forgot.

You know, DEILD has always sparked interest for me. But im not good at it. In fact, ive only succeeded in this technique once, a long time ago. Then I just tried and failed miserably forever after, waiting for the day when SP would show its ugly little face again. And it did. This morning. After a series of dreams, I wake up at about 7. Now these dreams were really weird, because they all revolved around me trying to find good dream scenes for my ideal LD Movie. I like to imagine how epic an LD movie would make in RL (excluding Inception of course). In diff scenes, including one with a truck and my friend Tam, I look around.

This was amazing, because it made me experience a kind of lucidity I had never experienced before. Throughout the whole process, I kinda knew I was dreaming. Kinda. I mean, the plot itself was about dreams. So close, yet so far. At one point, im in the park in my neighborhood and my mom starts telling me how if she was lucid she could do stuff. I tell her its easy, and in my head I sort of think to myself while staring at a house: I was lucid, this house would explode. It didnt, of course. But I look at a stop sign and try to bend it with my mind. As I slowly become lucid, I wake up.

Before I even get to realise im in my bed comes instant visual HH. In my head im like: Holy shit its about time! Finally another DEILD! Vibrations start to come, but im keeping my cool. Besides, its my second time Then...I open my mouth. For NO REASON. I just felt like opening my mouth, so I did. What a jerk. To my defense, I guess I wasnt 100% aware, but I knew completely what was going on. Sigh... I guess it wasnt meant to be. I decided not to add the brief moment of lucidity at the end, because I felt it was too small to cheat. At least im at home tomorrow, I might get a chance to redeem myself.

Wel see

Three dreams last night- one long and vivid, one stress dream, and one short funny dream about my dog. Actually, my dog appears in all three dreams.

In which a rich elderly man is frustrated by his unrequited love for Cameron Diaz...

I'm not actually in this first dream. Sometimes I felt the experience from a third-person observer point of view. Sometimes I was the old man and sometimes I was Cameron Diaz. In the morning, my hubby told me that next time I'm Cameron Diaz, I should wake him up.

Cameron Diaz and a friend are on her private island. (She is Cameron Diaz, but in my dream she is not an actress but an heiress.) They are sitting in beach chairs wearing one-piece 50s style swimsuits and broad-rimmed shades. Between them, a black lab sleeps in the sand. The two women are drinking martinis and facing the sea.

Suddenly a yatch appears and an old man, in his late 70s or early 80s, walks up to the sunbathing women. He is wrinkled and balding but in good health. He's dressed in a white Polo sports shirt and white slacks. He and Cameron know one another from some time in the past. She recognizes him but seems neither pleased nor unhappy to see him.

The old man doesn't mince words. All at once, he asks Cameron Diaz to marry him. She smiles, sips her martini, and declines. It's apparent that they've had this conversation before. She tells him that she doesn't love him. He pleads that he can make her happy. They are perfect for each other- they both love the sea. She prefers it from her island, she argues, while he prefers it from his boat. He flirts and smiles nonchalantly, but inside his heart is breaking. He gets back on his yatch and leaves.

Four years later, Cameron Diaz has had her island repossessed. Something horrible has happened- perhaps a war or a major depression- and she is now a laborer on the island that she once enjoyed. She wears a handkerchief to hold her hair back from her sunburned face while she picks peppers, collecting them in the apron of her hand-made farmer's dress. Her hands are rough, and she thinks of Scarlett O'Hara when she goes to visit Rhett in jail after the war.

The yatch appears again, and the same old man from before disembarks. He's wearing a fine blue suit with a top hat and a monocle. He carries a cane. Seeing Cameron Diaz in her poverty clothes doesn't phase him at all. He drops to one knee in the fruit field and offers her a diamond ring. He tells her that he is a billionaire and can buy back the island for her and make her rich and happy if she will only marry him. He says he loves her now just as before.

Cameron Diaz still declines his proposal. She insists that she can't marry him because she doesn't love him. The old man falls down into the dirt, clutching his heart. Cameron calls for help, and she and her laborer friends carry him into a small hut and put him in bed. There, by candle light, she nurses him back to help. When he is recovered enough to talk, the old man tells Cameron Diaz that he has already purchased the island back from the person who took it from her, and now he will gift it to her with no strings attached. He asks Cameron Diaz why she has always refused to marry him, and she explains again that she just doesn't love him. He asks her why, and she says that she is offended because he never shaves his legs. He pulls back the covers and looks down at his legs: they are my legs only they are very hairy and have many bruises.

The old man has my dog Lucy with him, and Lucy plays with Cameron Diaz's black lab. While the old man recovers in bed, he likes to watch Lucy and the black lab playing out his window. One day, he notices that the black lab has large tumors growing on its back. He worries that Lucy will catch a disease from him. He asks a doctor to check the dog out, and the doctor explains that the lab has ringworm. The old man is relieved because Lucy takes ringworm protection monthly.

In which I walk out to get coffee and end up stressed and left alone...

I walk with my dog Lucy to get some coffee from the local cafe. The cafe keeps moving and I have to walk a few miles just to get the coffee. I get two cups and try to walk back home, but I'm tired and I keep spilling the coffee because my dog keeps pulling on the leash. After a few blocks, I stop at a payphone and call my husband to come get me. He agrees. I keep walking alongside the road. I figure I will see him as he comes towards me. But just as he turns onto the street I'm walking on, an 18 wheeler passes between us and blocks his view of me. He does not see me and keeps driving. I wave at him, but he turns the corner and heads in the direction of the cafe. I try to chase after him, but he is too far down the road.

In which my dog falls into a river but I rescue her...

I’m walking my dog Lucy over a bridge. She starts to chase a fly and runs off the bridge and falls towards the rushing river below. There just happens to be a basket bobbing along at the moment that she falls, and Lucy lands in the basket. I run off the bridge and race along the bank of the river as Lucy floats down it. For a moment I’m hysterical with terror that something is going to happen to her. Then I attain a very fleeting lucidity and realize that this is only a dream and that I would not allow anything bad to happen to Lucy in my dream. There will be a solution.

As I run alongside the river, lucidity lost again, Lucy looks at me with desperate eyes. Her paws are on the rim of the basket. I see another bridge up ahead, and I run fast so that I can get there before she does. I make it just in time. I lean over the side of the bridge with my hands reaching towards the water just as Lucy is rushing underneath. I grab the basket and snatch her out of the water.

21.11.2010

Not Gonna Get Us (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm with my Great Aunt Connie who I will just say now, is one of my most favorite people in the world. We're in a rural area with a group of people who like Connie and I are on some serial killers hit list. This killer uses distance to his advantage and picks us off with a sniper.

We're standing outside a safe house that we'd just arrived at and one of the members of the group gets a call. I'm standing in the loosely formed half circle of the group holding Connie's hand, almost hiding behind her as if I were a shy little girl all over again and hiding behind my mother. The person's expression becomes frightened and strained and she/he turns the speak phone option on. It's the serial killer. He has us stand in an odd formation and if we don't follow his instructions exactly, he shoots us on the spot. One poor girl makes a mistake and a loud gunshot can be heard coming from the mountains, half a second's delay later, a bullet pierces her skull and she collapses. The group scatters like a bunch of ants who's mound just got stepped on. Connie pulls me towards the nearest car (which I might say was a very nice car with leather seats and could only belong to an upper-class person) and before I know it we're driving away.

It's sunset and by the time we make it to a LARGE sea-side city it's late at night. There's huge sky scrapers all over and one of them is a first class hotel which we stop at for the night. Our room is on like, the 40th floor overlooking the ocean. I walk hesitantly into the room and look through the windows at a sky scraper that's just as tall not too far in the distance. My heart drops to my gut and I rush over and close those blinds. I drag my feet across the floor towards the bed while Connie's in the bath room and sit on the farthest side from the room's door. I pull my knees up to my chest and hug the close, staring blankly at the ocean ahead. I don't even notice Connie walk around to the other side of the bed and sit down next to me, until she puts her hand on my shoulder and pulls me into a hug. I curl up into a tight ball and fall asleep in her arms.

Shift

I'm the sun just set and I'm riding into town with mom and Toby who are occupying the front seats. I get a phone call from Connie and she seems upset, she only says a few words here and there and mostly there's just silence on the other end. She starts to say something but cuts short and says "no, I can't..." That's not Connie's normal behavior, Connie is firm, sharp and direct when it comes to serious situations.

"Come on, you can tell me, " I said.

There was silence and strained breathing in the background for a moment more before she hung up.

We arrive at the store and I part ways with my mother shortly after entering. I'm headed towards the media section when I see Connie walking and talking with the store manager. She was here to remodel our Walmart! I was over-joyed and it was as if I'd never got the phone call.

Record my 50th LD this night. I think my actual count is off by a few but it's close enough. So yay me!

Playing Cards
In the desert, maybe in the wild west like Red Dead Redemption. I am with a friend around a campfire and there's also another DC. He's a middle-aged man. In the dream I recall thinking he looked like a well-known actor but I can't recall who. We start playing cards. My friend and I play a few rounds of Texas Hold 'Em. Then the third man is dealer and he deals out a hand of 7-Card Stud, which my friend and I don't really like. Then we play a different game where we are dealt out a lot of cards, like a whole deck. I ask it he dealt too many. Recall fades.

Sex DEILD Chain
Method DEILD
Lucidity C
Vividness B
Control C
Recall is a bit hazy. DEILD from a previous dream that I don't recall. I enter the dream in an FA, looking through my sleep mask at my bedside clock. I try to move my limbs but it either wakes me up or triggers an FA. So I lay patiently without moving, just waiting and staring at the clock. I begin to become sleepy and close my eyes which triggers yet another FA.

Now I'm in a different bed and the stability of the dream is better. It's a very large bed and there is a huge pile of laundry on it, almost up to the ceiling. I'm laying on one corner of the bed. I roll out of bed and put on my glasses. The dream becomes clearer and more vivid. I walk out of the bedroom. Outside, the hallway is an open balcony overlooking the entryway and living room of the house below. I don't recognize this house at all.

Confused and disoriented, I encounter an attractive girl who I don't recognize. I grab her and we do the business. The dream destabilizes and I wake. I DEILD back into a similar scene with a different attractive and anonymous girl. I lead her back to the bedroom with the bed covered with laundry and proceed. This cycle repeats 3-4 times, connected by a mix of FAs and DEILDs. Mostly I just recall that the sex was great.

Work and Pizza
I'm at work, which is surprisingly rare in my dreams. I sitting in one of the pens instead of my real office. I recognize many real coworkers sitting near me. CG is walking back and forth between me and LM, because LM and I don't get along. CG is calling him "Steel" for some reason. Anyway, I'm begin especially sarcastic and disruptive.

I walk to the kitchen where I see one box of pizza so I take a slice and return to my desk. Moments later, I return to the kitchen just as a pizza delivery man is dropping off another pizza box. This happens a few times, with a delivery man dropping off a single pizza just as I am there to take a slice.

I was at school, in second hour. I thought it was some sort of video game class, because that's all we took notes on the whole period. At the end of class I asked the teacher and she said it was Fine Arts. She said that my original art teacher quit. We took notes on different typed of dragons in different video games. She sent me to the school pharmacy in room 552 after class. My friend, Colby, had this class 3rd hour and I was telling him about it on my way to the pharmacy.

All the rooms in our school are 4 digit numbers, but I failed to recognize this while in the dream. We also have no pharmacy in our school.

This guy, named Scrapper, was building a kind of oversized hut. He had about 10 people helping him. As ther would finish their jobs he would kill them. He shot one guy off a ladder with a nail gun. He shot another gut with a shotgun. There was a section missing in the ceiling. We were in the attic. The guy walked with a limp and always carried a screwdriver. He kept making comments about he would never be without it. He used this screwdriver as a very useful tool. We tried to lock him out the hut and he used it to pick the lock. He had some hind of map to some kind of complex in Africa. He made some woman figure out how to arrange the map. She had to paste a white section onto a black sheet using a special type of glue. She applied the glue to the sheet and stuck it to the floor, rendering the map useless. The man became furious and stabbed her with the screwdriver. I tried to run. I ran to the room next to where I was and it was my grandpaw's old kitchen from his house that he last lived in five years ago. I ran outside and the backyard was his too. I jumped over the fence on the far side of the house to go back to the front and run down the road. Whenever I jumped the fence I realised that I was dreaming, but got excited and woke up. This was the first time that I can recall becoming Lucid.