non-lucid

A bunch of non-lucid dreams last night.

I'm at our original church, and the entire center courtyard area is full of colorful and unique play structures for the kids, including a scaled-down replica of some other important building elsewhere in the area that has statues on the facade. I go into a room in the main building, and a younger (maybe 9 or 10 years old) version of P. is there, being taken care of by the usual child-care people.

I'm sitting at a table in a building somewhere, looking out the window across a narrow body of water. Across the water is an island, where Tokyo Disneyland and Tokyo DisneySea are located. [They're not actually on an island in real life, by the way.] I can see both of them very clearly, as well as the people on the island. Near the shore of the island is a fleet of small, brightly-colored boats and canoes, used to take guests back and forth between the island and the mainland. Most of them are filled with guests waiting to depart for the mainland; more guests are still boarding the remaining boats.

I'm at a coffee shop (might be the same building I was in above, but I'm not positive), working on my computer, which is booted into Ubuntu. I look up and enter the password for something. I register for a camping trip that is happening outside and across the street, near the beach. When I go out to the campsite, there are a bunch of tents (or some kind of structures for us to sleep in), and some portable toilets. The people in charge are distributing rolls of toilet paper from big packages, and are also distributing food. There are also some coolers, which I look into and see that they're full of ice and bags of chicken breasts. This causes me to go, “Aw, man!” I don't want chicken sandwiches for dinner, because that's what we had that one time during the camping trip in sixth grade, and I didn't like them then. [Everything after the “because” is true in reality.]

I was on some kind of flying bus or other multi-passenger transport vehicle. Outside it was dark and stormy. The vehicle was flying over a city. It looked pretty run down -- a very dystopian sci-fi vibe.

I realised we were heading straight into the centre of a storm. It was like a hurricane and epic thunder storm combined. I knew it was dangerous and started shouting at whoever was driving to avoid the storm. It was too late though. The vehicle was shaken and vast amounts of water were pouring in to it, filling it up.

Mostly everyone was knocked unconscious. Only myself and another guy were alright. I told him to help me open the back window. The vehicle was still flying and had passed through the storm but was almost full of water and heading towards the ground. We opened the window and I pulled out some kind of breathing apparatus and swap through the vehicle waking people up.

I was telling them that they had to go and jump out of the window because we would crash. It seemed like it was somehow the safer option? I came across N, an old enemy from school. I was tempted to leave him to his death but decided it was wrong and saved him. Most of the other people on in the vehicle were people I knew but I can’t quite remember the specifics.

We must have all survived because we were know in a deserted city centre. Everything was so brown and dirty. The storm could be seen off in the distance, it looked like a scary destructive force yet really beautiful and natural. I was worried that it was heading in our direction. I was talking with someone and they disagreed with me saying that it would move off another way. It suddenly began to move at a rapid pace to the right of my view and was far enough away to not worry about.

There was a girl with me. She was really beautiful but not someone I know from reality. She was either my girlfriend or someone I was in a sort-of relationship with. I felt like I trusted her a great deal.

I found myself sitting with some people talking about what we should do. I said that we should go to a nearby town to look for something -- possibly other people or supplies, it wasn’t clear. I was told I had to take someone with me. I said I would take the girl, but the idea was shot down for some reason. It was commented that I trusted her too much. I insisted and it was agreed except that T, an old school friend, would have to come wit me. I didn’t like the idea because I didn’t trust him. I also knew that T wasn’t his real name. I considered him to be a slippery character that kept changing his identity. He was with some random girl who laughed in a knowing slightly sinister way that made me feel uneasy.

I went to find the girl from earlier. She was sleeping in a make-shift shelter made of road signs. I touched her exposed belly gently and woke her softly. She smiled and I stroked her arm. I said I was sorry to wake her but we were going to scout out a nearby town and that it’d be good to spend some time together.

First entry in the my new format

Hours of sleep: 7.5 hours.
Recall: poor 1/5
Vividness: blurry 1/5

I'm in a restaurant. I get of my seat and go outsides. I steal a quad and place it at a different place. I try to hide my face, because there are a few security cameras. I leave the car-park and I'm in a different room. there is a TV who shows criminals who are on the run. I get very nervous. I wonder why i did such a crap. I don't know how I got here. But I keep on watching TV. My face isn't shown, but I have the strange feeling of being a criminal

Tonight, I try to get more sleep, maybe my recall will become better. I have to find out what the problem of this dry-spell is...

This was a different experience for me. I was watching a tv show about gangs in prison and prison weapons. And they same thing played over in my head as a dream. It was more detailed and I felt like I was holding the weapons & talking with the people.

So me and my friend Eglė were playing video games, and the first video game was some sort of 8bit video game didn't make much sense, something like shooting balls bouncing of walls in the game. And my friend kept screamign "teach me teach me" like a 4 year old. And after that she told me to put on mortal kombat. So i look on the floor see this semi-broken genesis cartrige of mortal kombat and open up the cuppboard and pull out an old Genesis console.
then I start pulling out controllers , first goes the 3 button standard one , then the playstation like controller , then like a bunch of NES controllers and i just can't find the 6 button one. And i wake up

Im surprised i havent posted this dream yet,

from the 6th:

So my bf and i and about 20 DC's were at a Gorillaz concert.(which is happening IRL in two days) The set up for the concert was very confusing; there was some 4' tall chain link fencing around the perimeter of a cement patio area where we had to stay inside the fence. There was curtain behind us and the stage that the Gorillaz were on was really far in front of us, for some reason.


There was a part when i snuck to the front of the patio and people were positioned there to grab at me and scare me back behind the fence. And next thing i knew, the curtain behind me had opened, and everyone was off to the side now and D12 was there, rapping. I noticed that my bf had disappeared, he fell behind the curtain. For a second i could see from his perspective where he was, so i knew he was hurt and scared and had an idea of where he was, but when i looked behind the curtain he wasnt there. So i went looking for him in a hallway. I found him in a storage room in a mountain of boxes.

My dream collapsed when i helped him out from the boxes, but i fell back asleep immediately into the same dream. We were now in a hotel room and i was watching the concert from the window. Some one knocked on the door and opened it, telling us we had to get out because they over booked our room, and the cleaning lady had to tidy it for the next people. I remember arguing with her about it, and ended up telling her we will pack up to leave. O.o

7th, was up for over 21 hours, and had 4.5 hours of sleep:

Had one recall about Sentaku. LOL, had a very distinct "im dreaming" moment, but i was probably too exhausted to turn lucid, unfortunately.

8th:

I did the Chest Technique to meditate before sleep, and everything was fine until the chest started rattling and jumping. It burst open and all of my negative thoughts that were locked in it came shooting at me. Was crazy.

10th:

Crappy recall, could only remember one DC, no dream, no commentary. Fail.

About 2 days ago, was on a trip when it happened.

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Non-lucid.


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I was outside a nice little sushi bar, and it was the only thing around. I went inside, went directly to the bar, pulled out the stool, and sat on down. I looked around and saw one person down at the other end of the bar, and one about 2 stools to my left. The chef came over to me and asked, "Mahy Aye Take Yor Ohdah?" In a VERY asian accent. I thought it was cool, and I ordered Tuna Tepenyaki (Raw Tuna cubes. I think this is what they're called. They're DELICIOUS!) and a platter or spicy marinated Tuna Tepenyaki. They both came on elegant platters, and were sat down in front of me on the nicely polished wooden bar. I asked for some chopsticks, and the chef handed them to me, and bowed and said, "Enjoy." I set up my chopsticks and took a piece of the regular tuna. I ate it, and CONTRARY TO MY LAST DJ ENTRY, I could taste it. It tasted WONDERFUL! It was nice and salty and just a bit fishy. I ate a few more pieces of the regular tuna, and then I moved that platter over, and then I moved the Spicy platter in front of me. I picked up a piece, and took a good look at it. It was perfectly marbled with a nice caramel colored glazing. It looked delicious. I put it in my mouth, and it tasted EXACTLY like the same spicy tuna I eat in real life, but a little bit better. I ate a few more pieces of the spicy tuna, then I ordered some of the new, hybrid salmon/octupus. I don't know why my subconsious ordered this, but it did. It was what looked like a tentacle with the suckers on it, but the tentacle was what also looked like salmon. I took a bite, and it wasn't too bad. I ate a few more pieces of that, set aside my plate, and my dream ended.

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Not too bad for the first real tried DJ?

Thanks for reading!

-meta2

We were going fishing, my fiance and I. we were deep in the woods, redwoods, the ground was warm and the sun was filtering through the canopy of needled branches. He was at the front of the car, unloading our bags, and I was walking around to the back to get something out. As I went to open the handle, I noticed two eyes staring at me. Dark eyes with dark hair that was covered in a fine mist of the same dirt I was stepping on. Burrowed into the dead pine needles so I didn't see, so we didn't notice. I couldn't see anything but his eyes up, but I knew that he was smiling, a devilish grin. I remember choking on my words, trying to yell to my fiance to help. I couldn't get the words out, and the man was crawling out from under the bumper, like a spider extending its limbs to hunt its prey. I backed up, started running around to the front of the car, yelling "Stop, leave us alone!"

The man didn't talk, circled the car, I was standing in front of my fiance, he was trying to stand in front of me, a dance of protection. The stranger had that startling smile on his face and began to approach us. I suddenly rushed forward and pushed him, flat hands on his chest, but he barely moved. Barely indicated he'd felt anything.

I knew my fiance would try to protect me, but that's what this stranger wanted. I could tell he wasn't going to do anything, just his presence would be enough, and then once the first blow had been thrown, he would react, claim self defense. He would rip my life from my hands. I didn't know this stranger, but I knew what he wanted.

I started slamming my fists into his chest as my fiance moved toward us. "Leave..us...alone!" I cried out, feeling tired, sluggish. The shock was coursing through my veins. My mind was starting to grow fuzzy. As my fiance stepped closer, the stranger suddenly reached out, moving like a well calculated animal, grabbing me, pulling me toward him, and then fleeing. He had to be taller than me, for my feet didn't drag, but his arm around my waist was hard and he ran like a gazelle through the woods. I was beating him, trying to kick him, but it was as if he wasn't phased. I looked at his face, the vein on his neck pulsing, and his eyes wild. He was breathing heavily and yet he ran at a dizzying pace. I heard my fiance screaming for me, running after us, and I realized I was screaming too. Screaming for help.

And then, somehow, he dropped me, ran into a small town, and threw me down in the bushes, and ran to an open vehicle, turned it on, flipped on the lights, and peeled out, heading away. I remember laying there, in the brush, panting and shaking. I thought the worst was over, he'd stopped. But then I realized why. He didn't want me. He never wanted me.

It was with a sickening and sinking feeling I watched my fiance run past me, his eyes wide, his body set to kill. He was running to save me, but he didn't see me, ran right past me, saw the stranger peeling away in a car, and stopped thinking; started doing. He ran up to a beat up old pickup, barely hanging together, and somehow the keys were in it, he got them, I don't know how, I was barely aware of where I was, yet alone what was happening, but I saw him leap into the cab and take off, the truck's engine whining loudly.

I ran into a store, bewildered, told them to call 9-1-1, didn't tell them why, didn't know what it would do. That there was a strange man that had grabbed me, had driven off. A woman inside, large and unhappy looking, began to grumble. The stranger had stolen her car, she suddenly realized, and began to complain how she hoped he didn't scratch it. I remember standing by the road, frantic, watching the pickup reach the top of the hill, start to careen beyond view.

And then a loud POP. It echoed through the trees, reached my ears, made my heart stop. I saw dust rise up, beyond my view, a few miles off, where the road snaked, and I began to pant heavily. My heart began to beat loudly in my ears. The woman in the store was crying and mumbling about how she just knew her car was dented. I turned around, to the few women in the little store, it looked like a little convenience store like you see in the mountains, and I whispered, "Did that sound like a gunshot?"

No one met my gaze and I turned to look, watched people looking as the dust continued to curl up from the forest. I didn't hear the whine of the old truck anymore. I heard a woman quietly whisper to another that it sounded like a tire. I began to shudder and I started trotting down the road, aware it was miles between myself and whatever lay ahead, knowing I could barely stand, let alone run, because I was so frightened; shock settling in.

Sirens blared as two sheriff's vehicles barreled down the road toward the 'scene'. I couldn't even fathom what was there. I couldn't bear to consider that it was even a 'scene'. I stood on the side of the road, breathing heavily, watching; waiting.

After what seemed hours, I saw a familar car coming down the rise. It was my fiance's car. I felt a flood of relief rush over my body. And then, as the car neared, fear began to trickle back into my veins and my hands and face began to tingle as I realized much too late that he hadn't been driving his car. That he'd taken that pickup. As it rolled up to me, I saw a woman in the front seat, a clipboard on her lap.

She opened the door as I ran over to it, tears beginning to fill in my eyes. There had to be an explanation. Maybe he was being held for questioning. Maybe the stranger had crashed. Maybe it was a gun. Maybe...maybe a thousand possibilities.

The woman looked up at me, dark hair, a white shirt on, but a large gun in the holster on her hip. She had a hardened face and her large fingers grasped a pen as she wrote on a clipboard. I was staring at her, and she looked up and said sternly, "Ma'am, it seems the tire pressure was too much, the thing popped, truck went off the road." I felt an icy cold horror begin to pierce my body. "The truck hit, cab came clear off...the cab's badly dented, we're trying to get to it, but we can't be sure if he survived."

The ice hit my heart and I began to hyperventilate as I slowly asked, "What?" I blinked, my hands shaking violently as time seemed to move without taking me with it. I wasn't aware of time or place or myself, just of the beat that was my startled heart. Then, as the seconds ticked by, devastation flooded my body and I screamed, "What?! WHAT?!" I began to feel like I was suffocating, grabbing my chest, a sob stuck in my throat, screaming in a shrill voice, "WHERE IS HE?!" I looked up to where the dust was beginning to clear and imagined him, the truck at the bottom of a ravine, the cab stuck, smashed, to the point of no return. I imagined him having a few seconds, bleeding to death, trying to get free as the life dripped out of him. I started to run, dragging my feet, my mind unable to comprehend what I would do if I weren't there and he died. If he had already died. What I would do if I lost him.




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I woke up gasping, my heart thundering in my chest, tears welling in my eyes.



A dream.

I was dueling dan fino, and david k. but we were shooting paper targets that were next to each person. and I think I saw shaggy and scooby at one point in this dream.

phase 1: I went into a a donut shop with Ian and Danny Vavernik We wanted a dozen donuts, and decided to leave it at that. the dozen only cost 2 bucks and before we even got the donuts I had randomly had donuts in a box in my hand already one was chocolate circle and one was a vanilla long john. then the donut setting changed into a bar setting. it was the same people + my uncle chet and tim and my mom. Danny apparently got along with others while eating his cheese fry wedges a certain style. those cheese frys were good.

phase 2: I was out roaming at night by a new housing project area. there were many police cars going by (which some were suspicious of me) and I ran into christian merkau as well as a travelling family and mr. phillips (running coach) we were by a hotel and an extremely huge ditch. christian told me he was in trouble with the police (he was on a bike) and he told me he needed to make sure his brother was safe(he doesnt have a brother but in the dream he did) so apparently mr. phillips being ignorant of the situation tells christian to travel back home with a travelling family that is following a dark paved path to cross a major road.

phase1: (possible semi-lucid)I was at a pool flying about 15 or 20 feet above, stephanie meyer (who is apparently a life guard) and matt cortese are talking to eachother in the pool. I kept pouring buckets of dilluted/dirty water on her while flying in a lounging position as if i were just floating on air. The pool was amidst a forest that surronded circularly then there were Highways past the forest range. there was more to this dream but i forgot.

phase 2:Then I was in a school (which i've never been to) and i was conversing with a guy then over came four girls 2 were allison e and kate l (from highschool) the girls talked to the other dude but shrugged my prescence off. after they walked away kate l stood there as if she felt sorry that i was ignored.

phase 3: Then i'm in the same school but its a different phase. Erin Mcloraine needed me to text something and she asked me to text the number 25 so at first i stumble upon the blackberry-esque phone keys then i type 25 and it was underlined then the dream faded.

The dream starts off with me in a comfortable cottage on the beach in a small town I do not recognize. The streets and houses around me are empty of people and I somehow know that I am the only human around. There are monsters and dangerous things outside and to remain safe I have to stay inside the cottage.

Though I never consciously recognize that I am in a dream, I know that I can do things that I could not normally, such as defying gravity and floating around and being able to see and walk through walls. For a short time I practice flying around and moving through walls before I risk a peek outside. The windows on one side of the building were boarded up or sealed so I had to stick my head through the wall to see outside.

The sun was beginning to set and darkness was growing, yet through the twilight I could see a large muscular creature that looked like a cross between a bull and a demon walking along the beach before disappearing either into or behind another cottage not far from mine. I become scared and retreat into the cottage, fearing that I would be seen and have an onslaught of monsters attack my hiding place.

There is a bit more to the dream but I cannot remember much other than that I am trapped in the cottage all night and by morning I have achieved the ability to become invisible after practicing all night.

I'm at a desert palace, and I'm strapping a knife and sheath on my right leg. Once I get it fixed, I started searching around for treasure. There was a pool that had gold pieces scattered throughout that I almost jumped in. At the last second I noticed it had crocodiles in it. They had a random pattern to them, and I got the hell away from the water. I asked this old guy who was near me about them, and he said they were mechanical. Then he went on talking about all this other stuff I didn't care for.

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

When my 6:30 alarm went off this morning, I was still sleepy, despite having gone to bed just after 10, and I felt somehow sure that I'd have at least one dream that I remembered if I slept in for another hour, so I reset the alarm for 7:30. Luckily, before I fell asleep again, I remembered that REM cycles take 90 minutes, so I reset it again for 8:00. [I'm not entirely sure in what order I had the following dreams, nor am I sure whether the first one took place before or after the 6:30 alarm, but here they all are.]

I open my eyes in my bedroom and immediately notice that the light fixture in the center of the ceiling has a square cover over the lightbulb, like the light over the shower in my real bathroom, not a round cover like it does in my real bedroom. I say right out loud, “That light is wrong, so I must be dreaming! HELLS TO THE YEAH!” I get out of bed, but then stand just inside the door for a few moments, trying to figure out whether or not I can still breathe through my nose while pinching it shut. It seems I can, but only a little bit. Confused, I give up trying to figure it out and leave the room to say good morning to my mom. She's there, just like normal. I go back in my room and, still hopeful that this might still be a dream, try to walk through one of the walls. Again, it doesn't work; the wall and I are completely solid to each other.

The Dream King is talking to me. [Not the one from The Sandman; it's the gryphon from the Rankin-Bass version of “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”] He says something along the lines of, “When you summoned us for fun times earlier, you bounced and lay down. The next time you do it, could you lay on your back first so the palace doesn't get shaken around?”

I'm in a park somewhere with P. We have to go through it to get home. There are all these dogs running around, and she protects me from them just by knowing how to act confidently and politely toward them. At some point, we end up riding bareback on a horse through the park. I can feel the horse's hair. Eventually we get to an escalator and start riding up it (yes, still on our horse). It goes up into an enclosed chamber with animatronic figurines in it, designed to look like the riders of the escalator are coming out of the mouth of some giant creature. There is some kind of audio narration playing, thanking us for visiting this attraction. When we get to the top of the escalator and exit the chamber, we're on a street.

The 8:00 alarm went off for real, and I recalled all of the above. I went out of my room and talked to my mom.
Me: I just had a really confusing dream. Is this the first time I've come out to say hi to you this morning, or the second?
Mom: The first.
Me: I thought so. That's what I dreamed about.
After I'd confirmed it, I started feeling happy and proud about having another lucid dream.

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Meta-commentary:

The WBTB+MILD technique seems to be working well for me, at least giving me interesting dreams with good recall, if not consistently giving me lucid dreams. I've found something that works for me, though, so I'm going to keep it up. I was making the effort with my MILDing again last night, but I could be putting even more effort into it. Also, I had my cardboard-square bracelet on for most of the night, but I think I took it off when the 6:30 alarm went off because I was tired of wearing it. I'm not sure, though, so I can't say whether or not I was wearing it when I had my lucid dream. Finally, I shall have to remember not to rely on the nose-pinch RC so much; it served to confuse the issue rather than to clarify it. Next time, I'll try the finger-counting method.

Dream 1: My sister is going on the bus. However, my mom decided to go inside for no obvious reason. Later, she asks me to join and I do. From afar, I see kids my sisters age that look a little familiar. Once the work is done (?), I ask the bus driver to drop us at the next corner.

Dream 2: My mom bought me Magic the Gathering cards even though I stopped playing for like a year now. She gave some to my dad aswell, but my father doesnt like them. The deck is full of Land cards with the symbols from pokemon.

Dream 3: In a pretty short dream, I see Cameron and Mitchell from Modern Family.

Dream 4: Me and my handicapped friend go to school. He asks me to do an image of a belly button for when he comes back from school. At his return, I have about ten, but he doesnt like any of them.