non-lucid

Awake, Non-lucid dream, [Commentary on dreams made after the fact, while writing this journal entry]

I hear the text message chime on my phone go off, so I get up and check it, saying to myself, “I'd better check that. There are only a couple of people who would text me in the middle of the night (P. and Ashley R.), and they're both important to me.” But when I check it, there's no indication of a new text message, and the screen looks completely normal. [I think. Was only the Vibrate icon showing, or was the Alarm icon showing, too? I'm not sure.] It says that it's 4:38 A.M., which seems right, so I conclude that I've just unwittingly dreamed myself up an unplanned WBTB alarm, but have reacted to it in reality. “Great, that should help,” I think. I move the phone over from the sewing cabinet to the dresser and go back to bed. [I'm an idiot! If I had just thought to look back at the time display on the phone one more time, I might have realized that I hadn't actually woken up at all, but I didn't. As it stands now, I'm pretty sure I just dreamed this entire sequence of events, but not positive, which is frankly rather disturbing.] [And I just remembered while writing this that as I was first trying to go to sleep last night, one of the things I was thinking about was the fact that the current Task of the Month is to have an in-dream text or IM conversation. That must have triggered the in-dream text message chime. LOL!]

Later, my phone alarm wakes me up again. It's set up so that the alarm sound is a recording I made of myself narrating a dream journal entry that talks about some embarrassing topics. Still lying on my bottom bunk, I grab the phone off the floor and muffle it between my body and the mattress so my parents won't hear it. Too late; they've already heard the beginning of it. They come into the room and ask me if I'm all right, and I explain that yes, I am, and I have my phone alarm set up to play back a recorded dream journal entry that I made on my trip to Europe back in September. (It was another of those tours with Pam S., by the way.) So I get up and go into the kitchen to have breakfast. [All this happened in the house I grew up in, by the way. It was exactly the way I remember it. I completely failed to clue in. As far as I could tell while I was in the dream, this was reality, and I was supposed to be there. I conclude that it's true, at least for me, that when dreaming about real places from memory, it is easy to be unaware that you're dreaming. I fail. To be fair, though, it's very easy for me to accept that setting as normal reality because, for a little over half my life, it was normal reality.]

So then I'm outside somewhere, going up a hill in some kind of vehicle on a road. There are LCD screens above the road that have scrolling text on them, talking about how barbarafett comes off as a ranty, opinionated blowhard in her dream journal entries and forum posts at DreamViews. [Of which I had made none, so far, in reality when I had this dream. A warning?] It expresses some of this meaning through TVTropes potholes. When I get to the top of the hill, there are these little go-karts that are only a little bigger than a roller skate, but are strong enough to support the weight of a person and have enough horsepower to move around fairly quickly when a person is standing on them. That's what we're supposed to do here, so I do. I stand on one of the go-karts with my right foot and navigate it along a path painted onto the glossy concrete. The path has a lot of switchbacks in it. The go-karts go fast enough that staying up on them is challenging and fun.

I finally did wake up for real, felt around on the dresser for my phone, didn't find it, and then saw that it was still on the sewing cabinet where I always leave it. I cried out in anger and frustration. “How many FAs can one person have in one night?!” I asked myself, irritated. I did the nose-plug RC and it passed, so I said, "Idiot! You should have checked that the first time!" (Meaning, when I first heard the text-message chime.)

I'm leaving school, and I get on my bus (after getting on several others) and notice that the emergency exit is closed wrong. The driver takes off anyway, and I head to the back, cautious as ever to fix it. When I get there, I'm having problems closing it correctly. After several attempts I feel the bus come to a halt, and now I have the chance to secure them properly.

The doors get forced open by three people, and they come on demanding money. I wait for the right time and punch the guy closest to me. It connects and I swing again. This time the guy grabs my hand and slices it with a knife. Blood is running down my hand as I try to kick him. He grabs my foot before it connects, and I cant break the hold. Then he proceeded to cut and stab into my foot. Then all three of them left.

I took off my shoe, and my sock had red spots all over it from the stab wounds. When I took the sock off, I noticed a vein was cut and I was bleeding badly. I was so mad about how ineffective my moves were, and that I was the only one who stood up to them. I walked up to the front of the bus and tried asking the driver what to do. And she said "just give them your money". I knew I had at least two hundred bucks in it, and I was thinking why did it have to be me.

Then the same guys started heading back on the bus, but there were about ten of them. I was so mad about what was going to happen, but I figured it was better than dying. I headed to the middle of the group and some guy threw a knife at me. I dodged it perfectly, and said "here's my money". I gave most of it up, but managed to hide two crumbled up bills. They grabbed it and left. I was still angry at how the other people on the bus didn't do anything, but glad that they left.

Last night I dreamed that me and my mother. Went to a library, it was a very big library with a two spiral staircases that led to the second floor. They were made of wood and the bookshelves on the first floor were as well. In the middle of the first floor was an area where you could go and find books. My mom found a book about the marines and was trying telling me that I may not qualify or she was just trying to convinve me I wasn't good enough.

Second Dream was a bunch of people from my school went shooting and we all had guns. We were not very organized becuase we went to the windows where we were shooting ( I know you dont shoot at window its a dream) and our targets were on the edge of a football field. We started to shoot they were all different guns and we all went three to a window. Some had pistols some had shotguns. It was weird. These girls then came out of no where as if they were on a field trip. Below us was this dinosaur fossil that was put together and people started looking at it. This got in the way of our shooting. We told them to move and eventually they did. Our targets then turned into these gatorade water jugs. No one really noticed, and I did but i didnt care. We started shooting again and then someone shooting got shot in the hand. Then someone else down near the targets got shot. Me and 3 others yelled to everyone to stop shooting. We later got pulled aside and were told we were leaders and if anything went wrong the owner of the range would come to us. Then it ended

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I'm working two hours a day now. I get up at 7.30 so I don't get much sleep. I've also noticed that worrying about work and worrying about not getting up in the morning affects my recall. I did wake up 1½ hour after going to bed, but I didn't recall anything. Tried to incubate desert but still no success. I'm sure it will show up during the weekend!

7.30: Buy me cigarettes
I'm in a shop with my girlfriend. We're just about to leave when a short, sweaty guy stops me at the door. "Hey man, buy me some cigarettes" I tell him that I don't have any money, and try to leave. "Come on! Can't I just borrow some? You'll get it back in two days..." I sigh and I tell him no. "How am I supposed to trust you to give it back?" I ask him. "Uhm, I'm a trustworthy guy. Alright then, can you just give me 23 kr?" I feel relieved and take out my wallet and hand him a few coins.

Amount of sleep: 8 hours

Food before bed: Air

That's it! I'm constantly tired atm. Must be because I've become such a slacker during these last few months.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

06-10-10 I was in a stand off situation with Steen, a good friend of my parents and it became increasingly obvious that the guy had lost his mind. We were in a tropical forest setting in a small circle of houses where my parents lived in one cottage, myself in another and Steen and his wife in a third. Can't recall exactly how many there was. We were circling the centre of the small court created by the houses. I came in there with a broom fully intending not to let him hurt anyone. He had another garden tool in his hands although his significantly more dangerous than mine. In order to get him to a state where I could reason with him I asked him to drop it and showed. He threw it away but not very far, just on the roof top of one of the houses and it slid back down to him. I demonstrated by picking up the broom (the one I had already thrown away O.o) and hurling it convincingly and clearly over a house. Steen tried again, but this time it just remained on the house. He attacked me and I somehow managed to get on to a roof top where I could move freely between the houses. I called out for someone to call the loony patrol as he needed help. Steen was not about to let that happen and when my dad came out and tried to phone running around the houses on the outside of the circle Steen took up chase. I found some sharp long triangular constructions, designed to stick in the ground with two rings attached to support a fishing rod, 4 of them in total. I started hurling these towards Steen, having to make sure I took into consideration the way he moved. The first nearly hit his leg, but I quickly ran out of them and when Steen realised he grabbed a pitchfork and stabbed my dad in the back. My dad bled to death and I woke up.

…

I was on a boat in Thailand and there was a security guy who explained that if I had to get cash out I could use my card and I would get the cash later on. Pretty stupid proposal but it made sense at the time and I agreed. My family and friends were on two different boats. The one I was on was expensive as hell where a drink or a beer would cost something like 14 Euros vs. less than one on the other. This started to piss me off. A lot of people shopped some equipment on this particular boat and all of them had to get in a car and pick it up somewhere out in town. I think I wasn't allowed to go, might have pissed someone off and gotten myself thrown off the trip. But I had to follow the car with my cousin in it, as he was going to a sports shop to pick up his stuff. At this point I heard talks of the bank as well which was where I was going. I failed to follow the car all the way to the bank and ended up in a toilet in a shop somewhere. I trashed the place by putting plastic covers (the ones you get in swimming stadiums, if you don't want to take off your clothes, to cover your shoes) in the toilet bowl. I ended up adding a large black plastic bag and a full roll of toilet paper as well. There fuckers, have that! During this furious material waste attack on someone unrelated to my deceivers, I did think to myself that it wasn't like me to cat like I was doing. This was after all a tremendous waste, damaging the planet in the long haul (I don't 'consume' much).

There may have been a change in the dream or this is a later dream with exactly the same plot and setting. I am in the boat again, not fuming as much over being cheated, but it is on my mind. We go to a shopping centre and a good friend of the family (I refer to her as my second mum) buys me a wallet, as my current one is very burned. I check to make sure it isn't made of leather as I don't particular like materials where you have to kill to extract it. And sure enough she was aware of it and the wallet looks a lot like my current in a linen like material. I myself end up going back in the shop to pick up a one piece rain suit, which I do wonder why it is in a shop in Thailand, but I think it may come in useful in Denmark. I find my own pair of shorts on the same rack and pick em up. Then there is something about Rasmus having parked the boat in the garage with my dad's boat, and he doesn't want to get it out for the people throwing a garden party in his garden (WTF!).

I must have died and now I’m waiting for my turn to be reincarnated. It is a large hall, with arched glass ceiling and stainless steel structures. The ceiling is very high, perhaps a few hundred feet from the floor. The architecture is futuristic and has a bright, airy feel, much in contrary to the gothic themed stereotype. There is a long line of registrars, spaced sparsely and extends beyond sight. Each registrar has a desk and a computer, and a long line of people waiting for their turns. Once registered, the person enters the area behind the desk. There, some hundred feet away stands a tall glass wall that spans the entire length of the hall, which is again far beyond sight. At the bottom of the wall there are many evenly spaced vents. Leading to the vent is a small launching pad and a weird pod-like metal device parked on it. People are put into these pods and launched through the vents. Every one of them is screaming at the top of his/her lung, and I say to myself [B]I’d never do that[/B].

Apparently not all people are treated equal. Some are treated more like prisoners – register, put down fingerprint, escorted to the pods, tossed in, and BANG, shot into the void, leaving a long trail of scream behind. On the other hand, some are treated like VIPs. These lucky few get to wait in an area with sofa, and are gently guided to their inevitable fate. The nicest thing, however, is that you get to customize your reincarnation by filling out a form. There are many options such as nationality, appearance, family heritage, and gender. The choices vary among individuals, perhaps due to different karma levels.

Luckily, I get the nicer treatment. The aspect of being able to take on a different gender in the next life really intrigues me. After much thought, I choose to become a beautiful female (I’m a male in my late 30s).

At last it is my turn. I hand in the form and go through all formalities. I then walk past the desk and toward the launching pad. I pause briefly before entering the pod so I can see through the glass wall. I see heavenly sky, white clouds far down below, and millions of pods flying toward earth.

I settle into the pod, it seals and begins to slide slowly across the launching pad, building up momentum. Suddenly I feel regret. No, I don’t want to be a woman! Let me out you idiots! But too late -- With genuine adrenaline rush, I’m launched into air, shooting toward earth like a bullet. [B]I scream like a pussy and wake up in cold sweat[/B].

13.09.2010

First lucid! WOW (Non-lucid)
13/09/10
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It was nearly a month ago, but i should write it some time so why not right now? I 'll write it exactly as i wrote it on paper, after waking up.
Here it goes:

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I just had my first lucid dream! It was awesome!
I flew, drove a mustang-go-kart, i looked at my hands and they were messed up, i saw S., A., and some random guys from school.
I was already watching a really long dream (never wrote that down). At some point i was sitting down in a pretty destroyed and messed up place. There were some electricity fences in the ground. Then i saw 5 little rainbows near my hands and that seemed weird. I did a reality check. I pinched my nose and tried to breath. And i could! I stood up, still holding my nose and feeling my consiousness coming to life. There was a guy there. He saw my (obviously) freaked out face and said: "what's wrong?". I was really hapy at that time so i just ignored him and turned away. I calmed down. There was a really strange feeling in the whole thing, it didn't bother me though. I walked a little and stopped. First thing that came to mind was "try to fly". I remembered something i read in the forum. "A simple way to try and fly is to lift your legs and float". So i looked at my legs and just lifted them up. What happened is that i hit the ground on my knees. LOL fail. Luckily there was no pain. I stood up and looked at my hands. They SUCKED! Disformed, distorted and generally messed up. I found that very funny. When i saw them i just said "WOW" and started laughing! At that point the dream started fading.
*
I closed my eyes and started spinning and thinking that i want to go to a big city. And there i was! I jumped trying to fly. I stretched my arms in a superman-like way and after a while i finally made it. The feeling was not as i expected, but i hope i 'll get better. As i was flying the dream started fading again.
*
I started spinning again. This time i end up inside a building. It was like a big hotel, or mall or something... There are lots of people for the first time. I decide to look for some friend. I look for D. Didn't show up anywhere. I saw a girl with red hair, who got my attention for some reason. I believed that i would talk to her and she would reveal me that she is my dream guide. I walked towards her. I touched her back of the neck. She turned around and told me "Do we know each other?". I asnwered "Not yet" in english. (EPIC ROFL. my main language is greek and she spoke greek... So it was really like "i m so cool and confident" in a bad way, which i am not in real life. :p). So as i hold her neck someone friendly bumped me on my back. It was my friend A. We shook hands and i noticed he had square-shaped eyes and small mouth and something was wrong with his face in general. :p Anyway the girl left and i don't remember anything else about A. As i was leaving i saw a girl that looked like D. I call her name multiple times and at some point she turns around and looks at me and i say "uhm, sorry i was wrong". Then i notice she has HUGE eyebrows and i say "pffhahahaha not even close". I laughed really hard, she laughed too and i left. (i am so mean in my dreams... xD). That room looked like a restaurant with people waiting to grab their food and pay. There was a double door, which seemed to be an exit. I open it and everything becomes really bright to total white and the dream is fading AGAIN.
*
Same spinning thing. I thought i 'd like to end up on the Eiffel Tower, to try and fly again. :p I ended up in a village, in the middle of a forest and i could see a big tower pretty far away and it didn't even look like the Eiffel Tower. By the way my right eye remained closed. I couldn't open it. I tried to force my eye open with my fingers, but i couldn't see well and i felt something like a drop coming from my eye. I close my eyes and try to sense my face with my hands.
*
I open my eyes and find myself on a road in the forest with both eyes opened. There are many parked cars, but no traffic, no people. I think about spawning some cars. I thought it would be nice if i saw a ferrari between some parked cars. So i turned my back on some cars, and i focused to believe that there will indeed be a ferrari there when i turn around. And there it was! I walked that way, but as i went closer it didn't look like a ferrari. Like all the cars changed to super-futuristic versions... I didn't like it a lot, so i think really fast "wouldn't it be great if there was a mustang shelby right behind me?". I turn around and i see a mustang shelby coming and stopping in front of me. At that point i kinda freaked out. I looked around like thinking "are you kidding me? is this a joke?" When i looked at the car again it was changed to something like a mustang-shelby-kart... I can't explain or describe it very well. "uhh why not?" I sit in it and hit the accelerator. The gearbox was automatic. I didn't like it. I look for a switch to change it. Next to the steering wheel i see a really small switch with a symbol like "H" on it only with three vertical lines (like the one on the manual shifters (i use a translator for all this car parts. sorry if they're wrong)). That switch did the job. The gear box was manual now. The pedals were strange in shape. Pretty draft quality and inconvenient. Fail. I drove it for a little but i got bored. I wanted to fly again (lol). I tried 2-3 time, especially when i saw wolves coming in the plane. But i couldn't get high. Anyway. I look at a wolf and suddenly small rockets or maybe big bullets, start falling around him. I felt it was people from the village shooting to kill it. The wolf got really scared and while trying to run away he run towards me. I was worried that i would take fire because of the wolf coming near me. So i managed to avoid it the first time. Then it comes back. I jump to my left.
*
The dream fades and i start spinning again, but i stop. I was really excited and wanted to wake up and write all these things down. Everything gets black. I can see, feel, sense nothing. I can only hear a song which i don't know in my waking life. It lasted 2-3 seconds. The song faded out. I started feeling the bed and listening to noises outside my room. I get up and write ALL THESE.
I just did a reality check. I am awake! :p
YEAH!
~~~

That was it. It really amazed me that i could do all this stuff. I always thought my first lucid would last a few seconds and i would wake up from my excitement. But as you can see it was not like this at all. That whole thing gave me a feeling it was about 20-30 minutes long... Instead my second lucid, lasted 10 seconds and i didn't manage to hold it. :p
Have a nice day. Sorry for that enormous post.

Nazi Time Machine
Clarity: 7/10
Importance:7/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm in the heart of a Nazi territory, and I see Hitler himself walking down the hall. Hitler enters a room and gets his scientists to fire up a machine. The machine comes to life and produces a round electric blue ball of sparks in a chamber. I'm not sure what this device does until I see Hitler walking down the hall with an older version of himself from the future. It's a time machine! I wonder if there is an older version of me wandering around in this time line somewhere.

Hitler orders me to stand guard at the end of the hallway and not let anyone in while they do their experiments. I take my position and try to look tough with my arms folded across my chest. But I see everyone in uniform, which I'm not wearing, and think that's not a very militaristic pose. I put my arms down straight and wonder how I'm going to stop these Nazis with guns if they want to get by me.

The door I'm guarding is in a class room full of young Nazi kids. When the teacher sees me, she asks if they're doing the experiments in there, and nods her head when I tell her yes.

A large Dolph Lundrum looking dude enters from the experimental side and tells me to follow him. Me and several other people follow him into the time machine and we find ourselves back in the past, in my hometown. Dolph points out a large abandoned mansion, and says it's Hitler's house. I recognize it, but never saw anyone living in it growing up. We enter and Dolph gives us the tour, pointing out elaborate stone work that broke building codes, which was why the house was never finished. I tell him I knew that, because I was the one who put in the floors.

Wanting to show my up for being a smartass, Dolph walks up to me and opens a secret hatch in the floor, swinging so it hits me as he opens it and bowling me over. We all go downstairs where Dolph and some scientists enter a lab room full of equipment. Once the machinery is up and running, Dolph begins killing all the scientists. I watch as he snaps that last woman's neck and then turns his sights on me.

I'm aware I have radioactive spider powers, but since I'm not in costume, I run. Dolph catches me outside, but I manage to bash his head in with a brick. I run back into the house where Dolph follows and corners me with the last female survivor of our group. As Dolph grabs me, I realize I don't need my costume to activate my spider powers and I quickly overpower him. Spider powers for the win!

This lucid dream was finally more controllable than before, and a tad bit vivid.

It started out where I think I was in my room at my dad's house. I don't know if I was sitting on my bed or not; it was blurry. I did the nose RC a couple times, and pinched myself. And I was lucid.

I'm not sure how I got there, but I was in the kitchen at my mom's house. It was weird, because some of it was the kitchen but then the scenery faded out into some sort of ruins.

Anyways, I was standing close to the island (counter in the middle with 2 stools) and I saw my friend and another girl run by. I can't recall what happened next, but I remember laying on the floor.

Then I remember that I wanted to see my friend Mike in the dream. I started spinning, hoping that the environment would change. It didn't much. I walked over to my mom and told her that I was lucid and to RC. She said she would in a minute. (lol?)

I'm not sure if i was still lucid, but I remember seeing a "commercial" about alarms (much like the CAN-WILD alarm) that were being sold for 28$ each ring. (talk about expensive) I also remember a commercial about these buttons that you would press in your sleep and it would transform you into something n your dream. Very strange.
No more recall, I think I woke up.

Sassy
I remember being in my math teacher's room. There were about 10 of my classmates there. I remember talking about classmate with my friend, and we were laughing.

I noticed I had a can of Aussie hairspray and sprayed it. (I guess I thought it was air freshener?)
Then Sam got a text from my mom. I was in the front of the room when she told me, "Momma said that she's at a 5 hour restaurant." (what is a 5 hour restaurant?)
Then Mike said something but I can't remember.
I said, "Yeah, she's bringing us food." (in a smart alecy tone) While rotating my head (lol).
Then I heard someone in the back go "oooooh"
After this I remember saying, "Then again, she's probably not bringing us any."

Then I remember going back to the back of the room and spraying that hairspray again. I yelled, "Mmm! Smells like sweet tarts!" (lol)
That's all I remember

Monday, October 4th, 2010

Hunting a Crime Lord
Clarity: 4/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm down by the yacht club with some guys, trying to find a crime boss so we can take revenge on him. I think he might be doing drugs in a party fort I remember from a previous dream, but then we catch a break and someone hands us 4 tickets and a picture of the guy we're looking for.

We walk to a secluded path in the woods that is guarded by several asian men. We give them our tickets and the let us pass. Down the path, we find a black market bazaar. There are drugs for sale, black market goods, prostitutes everywhere. It's an all around cool place!

We spend days walking up and down that bazaar, showing the picture and asking if anyone knows him. Everyone is pretty tight lipped, and we only get a few clues to his location. But on the 4th day we hit the jackpot, and someone with a grudge against the guy gives us his exact location.

Strangers
Clarity: 5/10
Importance:5/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm hanging out with a group of people I don't know, and they want to go out on the town. I tell them we can use my car, and we all pile in and go over to a hospital to visit one of their friends. Once inside his hospital room, the people begin filling up fat syringes with smoke and breathing them in. The room is littered with these smoke filled syringes, and as I pick one up to inspect it, they give me shit to keep it down so we don't get caught. The stupid door is wide open, they're not trying to hide them, and the have the nerve to give me shit! I don't know what kind of crazy drugs they're smoking, but I want no part of it.

Next several of the girls decide to practice dancing. Two of them are rather clumsy, but one is an olympic class dancer.

Then I'm talking with Albert about Andrew, and how those drugs have completely changed him and warped his mind.

Took a B-Complex supplement about 2 hours before sleep and also sipped some natural apple juice throughout the night.

Colored String Competition
0200: C. In a competition. Each player has a small plastic toy bow (as in bow-and-arrow) with a colored piece of string. There are about 10 people including me. Some are vaguely familiar. There is a host, like it's a game show. The goal is to guess the color of other's strings. I think mine is plain white. The host guides us through a few rounds. Then one round is tricky. The choice is between two people who have pink and red. We are supposed to guess which is which. Only me and one other girl get it right. Actually, I just copy her guess. I realize she is Lexi, a childhood friend.

WBTB+MILD, short

Bunker, Dream Control without Lucidity
0452: B. Ok, this dream was really vivid. I could have sworn it was lucid, but on waking up and recalling I realized I never actually had the critical lucid moment. I'm on a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II map. I think it's called Quarry. But I'm not fighting. I look for a bunker under the hills and find one. It has a low ceiling, a locking door, and a narrow pillbox window looking out at the center of the map. I'm glad that the door has a lock for some reason. I look at the low ceiling. This is the point where I appreciate how vivid the dream is and I feel that pre-lucid tingle but never go fully lucid. The ceiling is bare rock with a tangle of metal braces, electrical wires, and light bulbs. There are also some spider webs and I carefully look for spiders but find none. The whole room is only about 10 feet by 10 feet. I think there is a bed and a few military-looking green crates stacked around.

Now Hugh and a girl are in the room with me. The girl is tall and skinny with a brown hair in a pony tail. Kinda tomboyish. She vaguely reminds me of the ex-girlfriend of an old friend from college. She's casually dressed in jeans and a tank top with some cleavage, which is distracting me. I show them the view through the window. It's bright day outside. You can see the part of the map where there's a big stack of cube-shaped cut stones. But in the dream, they are cardboard boxes instead of stones. I notice this is weird but not enough to become lucid. Then I try to impress both of them, mostly the girl, with some dream powers. I try to levitate an empty water bottle but fail. The girl is bored and wants to go somewhere else. I try to teleport us out but fail again. So we walk out the door, through a hallway and out into the open.

Hugh and the girl venture off. I'm looking around and see Justin, a childhood friend, walk up to me. His hair is buzzed really short, almost bald. He's wearing a light blue UCLA T-shirt. He says something about the UCLA football team. Then he asks if I'm bored and what to do something. He suggests we go watch a movie called "Cobalt Jungle." I say "Hell, yeah!" Here's where I start showing some dream control.

Justin jumps on a motorized dirt bike and I fly behind him. I'm parallel to the ground, just a 2-3 feet off the ground. We're traveling on a very rough dirt road with a steep hill bank on either side. The sky is now overcast and the ground is muddy with patches of green. Justin and I are weaving around telephone polls that are scattered on the road. I want to go faster so I concentrate and accelerate. We started at about 30 mph, now it feels like 80 mph. Justin hits a bump in the road and falls off his bike. But before he hits the ground, I reach with my left arm and use telekinesis to put him back on the bike and to keep the bike from crashing. Wake up and try to DEILD but no luck.

WBTB+MILD, long, read DV

The Blue Sweater
0638 B. Another very vivid dream. This time I become lucid for a while. I recall a fragment from the earliest part of the dream. I'm laying in bed and feel something warm at my feet. I lift the sheets and see my old cat Sam balled up. He wakes up and moves up the bed closer to me and lays down again next to my body for warmth. I think, aww, so cute.

False awakening. I roll over to write in my journal. It's early morning light outside. The window is at the head of the bed, which is the correct direction. Next to my journal, I see two pairs of glasses. One looks like mine, though this isn't where I usually place them when I sleep. The other pair looks similar in style but smaller. I think, hmm, who's are these? I get up and look around nervously. Is there someone else in my room? No. The room is fairly convincing as my real bedroom and very vivid. I examine the glasses more closely. They look like reading glasses that you would wear at the edge of your nose. They say "Granny" on the legs like a brand name.

As I'm looking at the glasses, I notice I'm wearing a very thick and woolly royal blue sweater. I think, Umm what? I don't own anything like this. I nose-plug check and I can breath. But I'm not convinced. The scene seems too vivid to be a dream. I do the nose-plug again and can breath again. Hmm. Ok, I guess I'm dreaming. But I'm still surprised. I do a finger-through-the-hand check to be sure. My finger doesn't go through but I look down and see my finger smushed like clay against the palm of my hand. Ok, I'm finally convinced.

What to do? I think of my plan. My plan that I set for tonight was: look at my hands, feel my body, notice my clothes, then take off my clothes and do something embarrassing while naked. I get up the taking off my clothes. I start pulling the sleeves of the blue sweater when I decide that I could be doing something interesting while disrobing.

I look at the window and realize it's wrong. It's a long and rectangular. It should be two tall narrow windows. Outside, I see a front lawn and other houses like a suburban neighborhood. That's also wrong; I live in the city with a parking structure across the street. This improves my lucidity but distracts me. Outside on the lawn, I see a giant TV screen. It's a billboard mounted just a few feet off the ground. There are a few adults throwing a football on the street. I intuitively know they are a news crew from the local TV station. I forget about my clothes and plan. I climb on the bed and try to phase through the window. I get halfway and feel stuck. Oh no!

At this point, my recall is broken and I lose lucidity. I might have woken up and DEILD back. Either way, the dream continues. One of the news crew is now in my room. He's an Asian man with a light blue dress shirt and slacks. He reminds me of a real TV reporter from one of the TV stations in Los Angeles. He apologizes for the billboard and says it won't be there more than three days. He goes on about how important advertising is for his station and who important the suburbs are. As we're talking, he starts standing, then sitting, then laying on the floor near my desk. Then he goes on about how television and entertainment are so important to our culture. He compares it to religion in the time of Jesus. I try to summarize his argument "So, the Internet is the new religion?" He says "Yes, exactly!"

WBTB, trouble falling asleep

Soccer
1107: D. Playing on a soccer team. Maybe a college team. Strict grid system with only one part of slack allowed. I am a controversial new member of the team. I make a play that leads to a goal.

Hello.
The day has passed, now it's evening and I just now have the time to post my dreams. Although 15 hours have gone, I'm still confused by my dreams. They were so overloaded with emotions, they really exhausted me.

Everything begins that I'm in the cafeteria of my old school where I learnt for 8 years in a row until I graduated. Something made me upset, I was really angry. I walk to find a place between my classmates. They are wondering why I'm so upset. I don't remember what I said, nor who exactly was there, but I was kind of disappointed how things evolved. I have the feeling to be cursed of being the one, who gets all the bad stuff. In front of me on he table is a yoghurt pot. I say out loud: I guess when I'm opening this pot, I will get disappointed of it!" I opened it and, like I said, I get disappointed by seeing that it was empty. So I throw it away. A teacher on another table sees that and he gets really angry. He's shouting at me, saying horrible things to me (in reality this teacher is the most bored and passive guy I met in my life). I get angry too and go towards him. I just want to slap him in the face. But I try to find some counter-arguments of what he's saying (but I don't remember what he says); I try to do what I learned at university to confront an upset child. I see that's no use to do something against it, so I turn away and go back. I end up sitting on a chair, my head lays on knees of some girl, who caresses my head and tries to calm me.

I awake and I'm sitting in a train. I don't know what happened previously. Next to me sits a DC. He already has shown up several times in my dreams, often as some counterpart of my thoughts (I'm wondering if it's the materialization of my subconscious). He ass me if I slept well. I ignore him and look out of the window. I see some amazing Scottish landscapes. Everything seems so familiar, that I don't even think about doing a RC or questioning it. I say to him how much I hate to take this boring train, which makes 2 hours to get from on point to the another. He starts laughing. I feel a bit depressed.
Suddenly I'm outsides, sitting on a seat. The train in front of us is leaving. A few kids walk past. One of them is really fat, two or three others are making fun of him.
Normally, this DC is the bad person or the impolite one. But this time the role have changed. The DC says to me: "You should interfere and help the little one out". I know that he's right but I'm saying:" he just has to get rid of them by himself. I guess he just has to sit down on one of these little bastards!"

I awake do RC, I'm not dreaming and go back to sleep.

I'm in a house, There are everywhere bookshelves. There are a few DC, but also some kind of odd animal. It reminds me of a dinosaur or reptil. But it has also fur. I have to catch it with bare hands. The DC help me to force it in a corner. I jump to catch it, we have a really though fight: it doesn't hurts me, but it constantly moves and tries to get rid of me. I finally hold it in my arms, I'm lying on the ground and I'm really exhausted. But we both end up playing together, I'm communicating with it by making strange noises, just like a raccoon. It accepts me neing his master.

I awake a second time and I have to go.
End

More random SP.


Also I had a short dream about helping an ex of mine get to work on time. Everyone was mad, but I didn't care. It was Friday, and I didn't want anything to drag out longer than it had to.

I remember having a few very vivid dreams when I first woke up this morning. But I went back to sleep after waking up and forgot all of them. But when I went back to sleep I had a dream that I wrote down the dreams in this dream journal, so when I woke up the second time I thought "Oh! Good thing I wrote those down because now I have no clue what I dreamed about". I then realized that I dreamed that I wrote them down.......

Better luck next time!

February 19th, 2010

Weird Series of Dreams (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So, another time this started with a brief game-like moment and I'm getting a lot of kills with a sniper rifle... But then it suddenly becomes real and me and this girl realize we're outnumbered! So we drop grenades behind us and run through this small hallway. We end up in a freezer room with random tanks of some fluid. Also, we're wearing labcoats now like we're scientists. About three guards come inside and find us, then the girl starts pulling out a bunch of karate / kung-fu moves, so I join in and we take them out... Next scene!

These may seem like different dreams, but it all seemed to happen in the same stream of conciousness. I'm now driving my car and come upon a house with weird landscape (hills, junk, and random items everywhere) and sounds of an angry mob and a feeling, yes I could sense it, of pitchforks, torches, and general mob weaponry. I see Bart simpson running away, and the next thing I know, I'm throwing cereal and milk on the ground in front of the mob. Here comes the twist: when the mob steps on the cereal, they're INSTANTLY ELECTROCUTED and I fry most of the mob. The rest of them just disperse, and this dream sequence ends. Now for the final 'dream scene.'

I'm in some kind of Star Wars setting, shooting red exploding bombs at droids / drones. We were definately under attack. Kind of weird how whenever I shot a bomb my sight followed it until it exploded, then I went into my eyes again. Then, behind me / us (there were others around me, but I never paid attention to them) a bunch of crab / insect-like droids came up a ramp to our position! So what do I do? I fly into the air (NOT LUCID) get some cereal out of no where (NOT LUCID) and start throwing it on the ground with milk that was mixed in with the box (NOT LUCID). Then, the cereal (yup, you guessed it) electrocuted the robots (NOT LUCID) and I saved the dream. I woke up thinking, why the hell did I not notice something was off? Anyways, yea, weird series of dreams. They all seemed to be just one transition to the next. Not once did I become lucid.