non-lucid

Lucid

Non-Lucid

1. Won the $500K competition that I am entering. Along with an extra $125K. Cash in boat and a new red peugot.

2. On a bed with a girl (A) and kissing her and trying to get her to kiss someone else.

Lucid

Non Lucid

1. A spear through my heart. 3 verses of scripture. First two have occurred - with the third one upon me. I fell inside a tornado. I was then on a bus and someone was Earth and another was Luscifer. I got off and one or both of them followed. We talked and one said he was gay and I met his bf. They went to a costume party. Invited me. I informed them that I couldn't go. They said the costume part costs money but not the other part. I attended. Later I was in a open theatre (akin to the Colosseum but way smaller) and I was talking when I saw a part of the Earth above me. I was looking up at the ocean and I said how do I get there? The reply was that a boat would take me.

2. ...serial killer. I was at the front of a house and there were people (only 2 that I can remember) around the house. A detective talked to me and informed me that you can get so bogged down in the details that you forget why. Then said "She was such a good son" the dual nature of the gender came up a couple of times but I cannot remember what was said.

3. A church(?) has books. It got ripped apart. I threw a stone on the floor and where it hit the floor rose and split and the crack propagated.

4. Had a convo w/ a girl (S) that I know. She said I was moving too fast. I either didn't agree or understand. She said she was busy and I should leave her alone for a while (it seemed that she was on tour).

Just an explanation. When I wake up and write, I write everything that was related to that dream and then start over when I reach a 'new dream'. However, there may be overlaps - or transitions - between dreams but until I become more dedicated to writing my dreams I am not going to change how I break it up.

Cheers.

I know It's already November 1st but I want to revisit this dream because it was weird and cool.

It was a short dream, and I had a few dreams before it that were similar, but not as eerie. It was eerie, yes, but it was eerily meaningful. And I liked it. :3

I was in the cafeteria lunch line getting some Chex Mix. And I think some lemonade. And I was paying for my stuff when I noticed one of my friends was....hovering around me. He was.... standing near me. Eerily. Maybe not so like a creeper, but it was strange for him. And in this dream he was even TALLER than usual, so he was towering over me. I let him do that because I was not unfazed, but soon I had enough, and I looked up. I had to literally lean back and look up to catch a glimpse of his eyes.
"What?" I asked innocently. He smiled at me wickedly, as if he knew something.

It might be a good idea to mention that it was tacitly known that I was in a coma before getting to the cafeteria. Like, for a week. I don't know how I knew or anyone else did, but that is crucial. There was also some sort of "play" that was performed when I was knocked out. Everyone had went instead of me.

Anyway, I asked him what. He smiled this satisfied little smile and replied, "Come with me. I want to tell you something."
So I followed him to the end of the room where there were less people. And I grew excited because I thought he was going to tell me something important. He turned around and I stared up.

"Do you remember that play you missed? The one that went on when you were asleep?"
"Yeh, Everyone went except for me." I frowned. He smiled.
He half-stepped closer. "Not Everybody." He smiled even wider, and his eyes sparkled.
"What are you getting at?" I asked, incredulously.
His face receded back into genuine goodness. "I didn't go. Because I never left your bedside when you were asleep. While they watched the play, I was waiting for you to wake up."

My heart lifted, and I was happy. I remembered a scene from futurama when Fry was consoling Leela in a coma. I imagined this guy in his place, and I hugged him.
"That is the sweetest thing ever!" I cried from nestled into his chest. Then the dream ended. sadness.

(Good -- um... afternoon, everybody. On the weekdays, I usually write my dreams in the morning, on my subway ride in to work. But this morning I didn't think I remembered any dreams.

Then, sitting at work (really stressing over something, in fact), I suddenly recalled this dream. Weird.

The dream is weird. I'd say at least part of the influence on it is the fact that over the past couple days I've been reading Jack Kerouac's Book of Dreams. In one dream, Kerouac meets Dinah Shore. That dream was so charming, I think I also wanted to have a dream where I met a celebrity. So my unconscious obliged... kinda.)

Susan Faludi was out in the desert doing research on a new book she was writing. The book was similar to The Terror Dream. But this book had less to do with feminism and more to do with some general national conspiracy. I probably identified with Faludi or saw through her eyes.

Faludi had discovered whatever it was she had been trying to discover. She may now have been standing by her car in an empty road in the middle of the desert. Faludi may have slammed down the trunk or hatchback of her car with an air of finality.

She intended to go somewhere. Instead of taking her car, which now may not even have existed, she flew up into the air, possibly by means of a red and white striped parachute.

She flew away to her right, along the road. She knew that she actually needed to head along the road, but in the opposite direction. She flew over a small overpass. This overpass was a landmark telling her she was definitely going in the wrong direction.

The wind was carrying her in this direction, although she "had control" over "her power of flight." She kept telling herself that she would work up the momentum of the wind in order to get swinging around in the correct direction.

But she kept flying and flying in the wrong direction. It was now night. Faludi was in the woods. It was cold and snowing. Still flying along the highway, I/Faludi (I definitely was part of her decision making process here) saw a billboard. The billboard was on a 50-foot tall, steel column.

I knew that if I/she grabbed on to the guard rail in front of the walkway before the billboard, I/she could stop the uncontrolled flight and at least get my/her bearings. So Faludi grabbed the railing and did some kind of elastic flip onto the walkway before the billboard.

The walkway was snowy and lit by a few fluorescent flood lamps. Othewise, everything was snowy, cotton-grey dark. Some pine trees may have reached as high as the billboard.

Faludi huddled behind some weird, clear, plastic rectangle which I figured was some kind of a solar panel for powering the billboard's lights. Faludi thought she could call someone, perhaps her husband, to pick her up here. But it was just so cold, and she felt like it would take forever for someone to get here.

I had a false awakening. I was going about my "daily life" when somebody, possibly my mother, told me that Susan Faludi had died. I was really surprised and upset. I regretted the fact that I'd never gotten to meet her.

But it also seemed weird that Faludi should have died. She had always seemed like such a healthy person to me.

Somehow I saw a photo of her -- possibly on the web. The photo showed Faludi in a motorized wheelchair, like they have at the front of grocery stores, the kind that look almost like cars or scooters with baskets on the front. Faludi was overweight, with short, grey hair. She wore a white t-shirt and black slacks, both of which were sloppy and tight on her.

Again, this didn't make sense. I thought, There's no way Faludi could have changed this quickky. I began to doubt seriously whether Faludi was in fact dead.

(Just one small note on this, from November 14th. After looking at some news images, I realize that the image Susan Faludi is hiding behind in the snow is a teleprompter. I'm not sure why a teleprompter is hanging out on a billboard. And I'm not sure why I thought it was a solar panel.

But, then again, I'm still not sure why this dream involved Susan Faludi. The actions in this dream are completely the opposite of what I feel Falud's actions would be. They're more like what I think my own actions would be. So maybe the dream is saying I wish I was like Susan Faludi, but that I'm just still horribly, embarrassingly like myself. Oh, well.)

Very unusual night so this will be an unusual entry. I slept 11h 17m. But I still don't feel rested.

I dreamed that my mother gave birth to a pair of twin girls. I either have a wife or I live with my sister. I also have a son and maybe another daughter. They might be adopted as well. None of my family members look or act as they should. I feel like I'm another person in another family. Anyway, we split the newborn twins so that my mother cares for one and I care for the other. This seems to be a point of contention in the family. I want the children to be raised a certain way while my mother wants another.

Then the dream skips around through the childhood of these children and I get to see the difference between the twin raised by my mother and the one raise by me. I recall one scene where we are outside a movie theater. Our kids get into a fight with a group of bullies. I break up the fight. Then my son starts drawing something on the sidewalk in paint and everyone watches like he's a virtuoso artist.

Throughout the night, this dream theme recurred in different ways. In one, I am sitting in a dark movie theater, watching a movie about the same storyline. My part was played by Dustin Hoffman. Which now reminds me of his portrayal in Death of a Salesman. Something about appearing on the cover of a magazine dressed as an astronaut. In another dream, I am married and either me or my wife is dying of cancer.

I mostly recall that all these dreams were emotionally charged. I have all this anxiety about family and being a father. Today I feel drained and tired.

i dreampt i was like going down this ski hill looking at the terrain park on this hill with my friend trevor's mom and sister but i was also with my other friend cole and trevor was't there so yeah for some reason the mom was like telling her daughter to defeat me with like the jumps or something???
idk it didn't make sense

Tonight i tried to ultimate subliminal mp3 but when asleep i pulled the headphones out as in hte morning they weren't in
The only things from my dreams tonight was something to do with drinking cask wine and how bad it tastes.

Missed a few nights but have recorded in dream journal

Hello. I had a series of dreams. They were at some places a bit scary. I'm surprised that I didn't realize that I was dreaming, because they were a it weird. Only good thing is, that girl n. didn't show up lol

Hours of sleep: 8h
Vividness: 4/5
Recall: 4/5

1. I'm in a mallI wonder if this is a new dream sign lol. There are a lot of people. Something isn't right, the people are nervous. I'm afraid and don't know what is going on. I want to leave and walk towards a door. But it's closed. I get more afraid and start to panic a bit. I'm nervous and go to a DC. He tells me that we are trapped in this mall and something odd is going on: although the mall is closed and no one gets outsides, some people disappear. I realize this and I get nervous. There is a security guy. He's nervous too. He wants that we go on a different floor. He tells us that we have to hide us somewhere. Most of the people go somewhere else. I go upstairs in the second floor. I go in a broom cupboard. There is also someone else in it: there is a guy, who is really nervous. I ask him if he knew what was going on. He tells me, that some kind of creature is going around in the mall. It catches the people and looked them up in a room too eat them afterwards I panic. I ask him if we are safe in this cupboard. He tells me that this creature was sighted in the first floor. I ask him where the police is. He tells me that most of them are already trapped and few of them run away. They locked up the mall, that this creatures doesn't escape. I get angry about that and I leave the cupboard, although it's dangerous. I go back to the stairs and look down. There is this creature. It looks like a big-foot or something like that. I panic and run away.
I awake. I have my eyes closed. I'm still scared. I don't want to open my eyes because I remembered immediately the last time when I had an nightmare: I awoke and had some weird hallucinations, had the feeling that there was someone who started to pull my legs. So I decided to let my eyes closed, because I already started to get some weird feelings. I tried to calm down and fell asleep immediately
I have still this paranoid feeling. But this time I'm in falling down the sky I'm not alone, there are a few other guys. We are skydiving. A second after, I'm already at the ground. I talk with a DC and say him that it's the second time I did this. I've never skydived before lol. We look a the sky and I see that there are others skydivers. They are dressed in blue. I start running towards the place they are landing. I ask them who they are and they said:
- We don't know, but we are no aliens
What the heck? I want to say something but something terrible happens. We see a burning plane in the sky. It crashes in the ground. I'm scared to death.
My view changes and I see that this crash isn't real, but that I'm watching TV. I start laughing. A family DC shows up and he's angry about the film. He says that this film is shitty and he doesn't want to watch it.
Note: This doesn't make sense at all.
3. I'm in a bus. A university professor enters. In real life, she is really talkative. I hope that she doesn't sits down next to me, because I don't want to speak. BUt she sits down next to me. I say hello, but she doesn't replies. She doesn't start a conversation and doesn't talk at all. I'm surprised. After a few minutes she leaves and get out of the bus.
A second after, I'm standing in front of my home. There are a few friends. They want to talk with me. But I have a really depressing feeling. I'm apathetic and don't show any kind of feeling, although I'm crying in my thoughts.
4. I'm sitting in a bar. In front of me is a table. There is an empty glass a bottle with something alcoholic and a bottle of pineapple juice. I have to mix my drink at my own. I don't have a clue what I'm doing there nor, what drink I ordered.

I finally awake.
PS: Something is wrong with me. These dreams (and the previous ones) reflect this. Unfortunately.

Monday, November 01, 2010

I was in a strange place. I remember dreaming for a while, but when I woke up I could only remember the end. At some point I was in a place with some creature, maybe an alien or something idk its mad weird and there was a main creature, like the boss. He was on a touch screen monitor/computer. I had a feeling that these creatures weren't quite "on my side". I remember feeling that I was going to work with the creature to "go into" a computer game. I think I get hooked into some machine kinda like the animus from Assassin's Creed and the creature thing saying something about an error or something. I mention some garble about "Inputting meshes. Ahh I'll hardcode it by hand" or something and then I see a screen on the creature's monitor. He presses a button to make the game full screen, but instead of it filling up his monitor screen (it was already full on his screen) it filled up my dream vision. That was kinda cool. The game was a really early build, and I remember seeing a shoddily drawn Shrek (called something else) in part of the game. And some of the menu's looked like The Sims or something. I don't know, it was a weird ass dream.

This dream starts off with one of my nephews having passed away. When it starts, I am with his mother and my mother at his grave and we are highly upset. Everything we placed on the grave had been moved around the grave so that it no longer looked organized, and someone had dug up his coffin. While it looked like nothing had been stolen off him or out of the coffin itself, they had altered the way he was lying inside of it so that his body was in odd shapes and angles. While we try to figure out who would have done such a thing, we all move to fix him, re-bury his coffin, and organize all his gifts on his grave once more.

Strangely enough, the scene changes to where and when we are having the funeral. The place it's held in seems to be of castle-like qualities based on the interior. The rooms are vast and the funeral homes have decorated every single wall with quotes from our's and his past, and pictures. One in particular catches my attention, though I cannot remember what exactly was on it. Eventually we all proceed to what seems to be an altar-like area for the ending ceremonies. The pastor talks and once he's done, all of the immediate family including me partner up with someone else in the room. Once we have done so, we mount horses and ride off towards the distance, as the castle is all of a sudden gone. The farther we leave from where the castle had been, the more I become awake until I am completely pulled from sleep.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

01/11/10 Mainly fragmented stuff have been on a week long break to see if I could reduce the amount of stress I had associated with dreaming (RCs, awareness checks and writing down). My recall seems to have improved slightly, but I have forced myself not to write things down, but here I am back again.

Was in a computer FPS like scenario, had a feeling I was in someone else's dream. Kept running over the same places looking for something, the key to get further with no success. I was climbing stuff.

Same scenery but I am supposed to be there, being followed by two teenagers, Jacob Bausager seems afraid of them, he borrows the plane and crashes it, it is my parents I go ballistic, I trusted him with it.

different people setting up various outlets to make money, Martin is one of them, I have one of his beers and help him out a bit. His mum comes and tells me I have always understood him, I don't understand this as I was horrible to him in school, we talk about his legs. Martin explains how I used to hit them, back in school when they were at their worst.

Drinking blood of a woman, she has betrayed me and I shouldn't have come out on top, but her blood gives me strength, when she is almost completely dry I get a narcotic rush and tell her “Now I know why they drain them completely” She replies that I haven't come close yet. I feel euphoric I feel like having sex with this woman, but I am not going to do it with her dead. I start pouring blood into the hole I have been sucking from, she asks what I am doing and I reply that I don't want to kill her. She sounds hopeful, but tells me that I will need to hypnotise her. I tell her I don't know how to do that and she explains that I will need to talk to Thomas (White Court Vamp, Dresden Files) about that.

OK a note here: During my time in Thailand I got attacked by vampires, they laid off the attacks as I stroke a bargain with the family patron vamp. I was suspicious then as to what was involved in the deal, but nothing so far has come up. This is my first vamp related dream since then and the only one ever with me on the sucking side. Although I try to be a good guy I must admit I am fairly interested in seeing if this is somewhat part of the same overall plot. IWL as per me writing this down I can't help but think “Is this it, am I turning now?”

(This next section I think I was more awake than in a dream, but I will write it down anyhows)

I am in the other guys dream as mentioned before, fairly positive I have just been awake. I am practising expectations behind doors, as a way of changing scenery (I am horrendous at dream control involving change of location). So the entire exercise for me here is to successfully explore a dream while lucid (A flowing change of scenery where I don't get caught up in my poor conscious imaginative skills to interfere). I keep thinking to myself “Damn this doesn't count, I can't even get into first person, so really I am just visualising all of this and not dreaming at all. Damn that means I will wake up shortly as well” (A pretty non-productive way of thinking!) It only lasts about 30 seconds to a minute.

31.10.2010

Under a huge storm. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A better night. Three dreams.

First:

I was playing a game over the PC. I was in a different home and I was with my dad and other people. Suddenly, I heard the wind and a big storm approaching.
I ran to the kitchen and I saw a huge storm on us. The wind was hitting very hard the windows and I saw a lot of water. The whole house shook a few times and I was afraid it would break.
I heard a few thunders so I decided to shut down the computer. When I approached it, it was frozen. I tried to reboot it but it did a lot of odd things.

Missed dream signs:
- My dad.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Astral Project.

30.10.2010

I can run over the water. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

One dream recalled only. I have not been working hard to record dreams!!

I was in a hotel and I decided to go to the pool. There was an old man standing in the middle of the pool (on the water) I realized I have never walked on the water but I felt if I ran, I could do it. I ran to the pool and successfully reached the other edge of the pool without sinking.

A friend wanted to race me over the water and then wanted to rest. There were various DC looking and I felt very good.

Missed dream signs:
- I could walk/run over the water.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Astral Project.

All I can remember is something about going somewhere important, having to do something important and a lot of people were counting on me to do something but I can't remember who or what. Also dreamt about the ex, talking to her again and (for some reason) talking about getting back together - scares me, I completely hate her but is this a sign that my subconscious doesn't? I really hope it's not the case - however talking to her seems to be a reoccurring dream sign and I really just want to forget everything but its like my subconscious won't. Maybe next time I'll remember to RC and it will lead to a LD and I can change my surroundings. Maybe my recall will get better. hell, maybe i'll win the lottery.

I can't even remember what happened in the dream, but I know for sure it had something to do with JO.