non-lucid

Awake, Non-lucid, Halfway-dream thingy, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm in Phoenix for another regular get-together with a group of friends. Jack M. has an extra ticket to this themed dinner themed around the Goosebumps books by R.L. Stine, so he invites me to go with him, and I do. The dinner is served at a really long banquet table in a long, elaborately-designed banquet hall. Every year, they make a quilt to commemorate this themed dinner; the walls of the banquet hall are decorated with quilts from past years.

I'm with my mom in a kitchen, and she declares her intentions to make the oddest variation on “Mexican” food ever. It involves mashed sweet potatoes. We make this strange dinner and serve it to some dinner guests.

WBTB at 2:43 A.M. Took notes on the above two dreams.

I'm in a science classroom in the A building at my old high school, and science class is in session. I'm a student, and all the other student seats are filled with other students, except for the two which are occupied by my parents. I explain to one of the other students who they are, including explaining that my mom was an English teacher at that school until she retired. [True in reality.]

I'm eating a piece of pizza from BJ's, and discover that the restaurant has slipped an advertising flier into the pizza between the crust and the cheese. There's a little piece of paper towel resting directly on the crust, and on top of that is the flier, which is folded up and printed on glossy paper. It is printed in English and Japanese, and the largest, most noticeable text reads “Oe!” (Japanese for “Hey!”) in hiragana. [Awesome, I can read hiragana in dreams just as easily as I can in real life. That's pretty cool.] There's also a little cloth bag, similarly hidden in the pizza. I don't know where it comes from, but I also find a little gummy candy shaped like a Charmander; it looks a lot like the little plastic Charmander figurine that I have in real life, except more elongated.

WBTB at 4:32 A.M. Took notes on the above two dreams. I also have two notes from this one that say “afternoon nap with P.” and “breakfast with Dad – oatmeal later on,” but I really don't remember those dreams at all now.

I'm back in the A building from the aforementioned high school, in an open meeting area off of a main hallway. There are some tables set up in a rectangle, and a bunch of people my own age are sitting around them. One of them is my friend Kevina from Florida. We're doing some kind of activity that requires us to get up and move around the area. While we're doing this, I accidentally bump into another girl who's a little taller than I am, and her chin sort of gets caught on my shoulder for several moments. A third girl gets out some drawings that we all did at a previous meeting of this group. Impressed, I remark about how organized she is. I take my drawing from the stack. I tell everyone that I have to leave the meeting now, because it's 10:00 and I'm late. [For what, I'm not sure.]

I'm in an airport that I've been to several times before. [...in dreams. I still don't clue in that I'm dreaming when I find myself in these recurring dream environments.] There are separate security lines for men and women. I point this out to my dad and tell him that he can stay in the line I'm in, but he'll get some weird looks. There are freestanding, light-up advertising signs in the airport, kind of like there are in real airports and malls, except that this one has an LCD screen. The text on it is saying something about how clear and sharp the text that particular brand of screen can produce is, but I don't find it all that impressive. [LOL, I think this might have been my mind trying to tell me that I was dreaming...]

[This next part doesn't really count as a dream, lucid or otherwise, because I wasn't fully asleep. I knew the entire time that I wasn't fully asleep, I was fully aware of my real body, and I'm pretty sure I was deliberately imagining at least some of this rather than dreaming it, hence the different color and the past tense.] I was on a street somewhere, and I wanted to go into a particular shop. It was closed, so I decided to get in by climbing through the closed window. It actually worked. [For some stupid reason, dream!me is absolutely bound and determined to master the skill of walking through solid objects, even though waking!me would prefer to work on having longer-lasting lucid dreams and accomplishing the Task of the Month.] The interior of the shop was kind of dark; all the walls and furniture were made of dark wood. I went to one table and started experimenting with turning over a pair of miniature hourglasses, one with sand in it, the other with gold dust in it. I noticed that the gold-dust one was running out faster, even though they were the same size. Then I realized that I could feel something grainy blowing onto my hand. Then I looked more closely at the gold-dust hourglass and found the little hole near the top of the upper chamber, where some of the gold dust was coming out and getting all over the table and my hand. When I saw this, I went, “Oh, crap.”

Real Life
Non-Lucid
Lucid

Yeah, last night I got to bed a little late.

I was in a band of superheroes. There were like five to seven of us. We all had our own colors, our own powers, and our own name. We could also shoot out 8-bit beams of light of our color. They would have each of your colors in it in stripes and little squares of other colors in between. They did not move at the speed of light, more like 25 miles per hour. Whenever you looked at one of the people of the band of superheroes gibberish text would appear in a font resembling the element menu of the Powder Game. If you had two colors it would have two lines of text, one in each color, if you had three, you'd see three. My color was all of them. I was a rainbow color-wise. I guess I was an exception to the text thing– since I had all the colors I guess my name looked like the element Bubble does; each letter is a color of the rainbow, but I never could exactly look at myself, so I don't know. The only person in the band I remembered the name of was Clayton. I think the whole band was my brothers and cousins... He had on grey on top, orange in the middle, and red on the bottom. I remember the color and gender of one other person– One person, a boy, was grey on top and pink on the bottom.

We went through towns helping people out when they needed help. Eventually we got to a boss, but this time it was Clayton's color, and you can only fight people your color. I don't remember what it was, but Clayton, whose power was to fly, flew up to it. It was on the top of a tall grey tower, whose material was unimportant I guess because it was just a solid grey tall rectangular prism. He kept on fighting and fighting, shooting his color rainbows at it I guess, but it was too far away to see, and eventually I got bored watching. I shot rainbows at the tower, knowing nothing would happen. A girl on the team, possibly (or maybe not) Riley, criticized me with something similar to "Stop doing that, he's not your color, anyway!".

Now, either I don't remember anything or since the dream skipped boring parts. If it actually skipped, then this was a clear sign I was dreaming that I missed At the end of the day we were in the middle of a dark forest. (This doesn't turn bad.) Kit, a boy, (Maybe his color was a lighter and darker shade of green? I don't remember perfectly.) got out a hammer that was 6 feet long, which had a gold block for a head, but on the sides we copper or bronze plates. The handles were wood. So the head looked like this from the side:
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Kit hit the ground with the hammer, not that hard, but not just tapping it either. A brick appeared and the Mario Theme started. It was only about three quarters the size of a real-life brick. We were all like "Whoah!" and we all begged if we could have one too. I don't even remember getting one after that. Next thing I knew we were making buildings out of bricks by whacking the hammers, with the Mario Theme still playing. Eventually bricks weren't fitting at one corner, and I looked for a problem. It turns out two of the four sides of the brick building we were making were leaning outwards, by three inches or so. I pushed it back in and resumed.


I woke up.


Thanks for reading my first dream journal. I tried to be as detailed as possible.

Hours of sleep: 7.6h
Recall: 2/5
Vividness: 3/5
Missed dream-sign: dad

Well that night wasn't productive. But there is some amelioration...

In Front of me is a backyard. There is a little wall an a gate. I open it and I find a kitten. I take it in my arms and at the same time hundreds of flies fly at me me. I have some weird feeling: the flies were landing on me, and went on and off. I let the kitten down, because this feeling is unsupportable.

I awake for a few second or so, just enough to RC. I can't take a minute to think over it and immediately fall asleep again.

I'm in a bar. There is this guy from the bowling hall. I want to order something but I can't decide me: a beer or a soda? It takes long time, I can't make a choice. My dad shows up and shouts at me, because I can't decide me. So I order nothing and my dad and I have an argument

Well that's it. I wonder where my interesting and epic dreams went off....

I was in a clothing store with one or a few women. The store lighting and the carpet were kind of grey. The clothing racks were stuffed. One woman had a grocery cart with her, full of clothes.

I was picking out clothes, women's clothes, too, apparently. I had found a girls' fleece jacket that I liked. It was maroon with tiny, green dots. I put it in the cart.

Now the other women were here. We might have been planning to leave. I looked in the cart and saw that the jacket was now grey or beige. I told everybody to wait, that I had put the wrong jacket in the cart.

I lfound another maroon jacket, but it was way too big for me. I looked at the beige or grey fleece again. It was definitely small enough for me. But I wanted maroon. Now I saw that the jacket was reversible.

Some of us were now going to try on clothes. There were two pretty girls who wanted me to try on clothes with them. I went with one of the girls. I hoped the other girl wouldn't be sad that I didn't go with her.

But now the first girl led me to a room like a bathroom. She opened the door, revealing a bathtub. The other girl was inside, taking a bath. I now realized we were all going to "try on clothes," I.e. take a bath, together.

I was suddenly on a bed in a bedroom that might also have been a cafe or a restaurant like a nice pizzeria. There were a couple women standing around the bed.

One of the women talked about being something like a ghost hunter. I asked her some detail about a time something came out of the bed. It had risen up like a huge ghost.

I asked the woman, "Did you grab onto it?" But the woman didn't want to talk about it.

Somehow, from this woman or the other woman, I'd gotten the understanding that the woman had been carried down through the bed and into a place like hell. It had been terrible, and the woman didn't like to remember it.

I now saw one of the women distinctly. She looked like a character from a story of mine. She wore a pink and black striped shirt, a tie, and a black trenchcoat. She had spiky, red hair. She also had a weird necklace of something like Christmas "snow" cotton around her neck.

I walked (backwards?) with her toward the front of the store, which was now definitely a cafe. I sat down on the couch. I felt like a little child. I was really attracted to the woman. But I also felt like I wanted her to be my mother.

Now another woman sat on the couch beside me. She was really attractive. She might have been about 10 years older than I.

She said, in a motherly way, that I should refill my coffee. She said she was going to get some more, too. I should go with her.

I felt bad for leaving the other girl. So I hesitated. But the other girl told me to go. So I went.

As we stood in line, I looked at some chocolate-white-swirled muffins. I was trying to explain some episode of Friends to the woman. I thought it would make me look cool, even though I never watch Friends.

I kept seeing an image of Chandler. I kept trying to remember the funny thing I wanted to talk about.

But now suddenly I saw, as if I were in it, an early episode of the Simpsons. Bart and Lisa were very young. They were home alone, taking care of Maggie.

Lisa realized something. That made the cartoon change to an even earlier episode. The characters were extremely crudely drawn. Maggie had Maggie's body but something like the (crudely drawn) head of Marzipan from Strong Bad.

Lisa said to Maggie, "Hey little girl. But you're not a little girl. I'm a little girl. So that makes you a baby. It's like you're my and Bart's baby!"

Bart walked away. Lisa now said, "I wonder what it was like when I was a baby?"

Lisa now lay back and fell into a reverie. She woke up in a zebra-striped (???) baby swing.

A young non-animation couple lay asleep on the couch. The woman was dressed up like the Genie from I Dream of Genie. The man was dressed up like a strange adult version of Jariten from Urusei Yatsura.

The man stood up and lifted the baby out of the swing. The baby was now a boy, and I identified with him somehow, while still identifying him with Lisa.

The man held the boy close and said something like, "Hey, little guy. You and me are like pals, right?"

I got the feeling that the man and woman weren't the baby's mother and father, but were more like his/her babysitters or older siblings/cousins.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

13-10-10 Meditated before going to bed yesterday, which seemed to have a profound impact on recall and gave a couple of the dreams a spiritual direction. No lucids bar a couple of seconds long dream during a WILD attempt in the morning I don't count (I only managed to realise I was free of my physical body and the scene had somewhat stabilised (there was only a ball to begin with). I ended up at a handball game in a theatre, where the referee's table was cheating, before I was slammed back awake >.<)

I am at a dinner party with the family, it is a birthday or Christmas or something similar. I am in the kitchen and as people are leaving the kitchen I notice my grandmother on my father's side at the cooker putting something in the oven. As she is dead this comes as quite a surprise for me. So I address her by her name. “Gerda, is that you?” she confirms this and in a mixture of happiness and stunned surprise I ask her if I am insane. “Yes” she say. My grandfather comes in and starts talking to her. We look at each other and my grandfather proclaims “I knew I wasn't crazy, if you can see her too”. We walk into the living room and she disappears, however we call upon her and as she comes forward more of the family can see her as well. Some are happy others refuse to go in the living room, one proclaim “it smells rotten” which makes me worried if it is a good thing or not. At some point I try and ask her why she still remains, she tells me my grandfather needs her.

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Many of my dreams were set in a tropical setting so it is a bit difficult to tell where one ends and another begins.

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I am on a tropical island and we are walking down hill. It seems to be roughly the same group we went to Thailand. I am on the lookout for things that deserve to get their picture taken. Not for myself, I don't have a camera and the ones I have had always break. All of a sudden we are surrounded by weird architecture. It looks somewhat medieval, but has a bit more of a modern tinge to it. At the same time it looks like it belongs there. In retrospect I believe the architecture was impossible in the physical world, but in the dream I just look at it. Some younger fearless children start walking on the walls surrounding the building and the walls I see are fairly thin, this scares me. I stop and think to myself if I have reached the age where I am starting to fear injurries from falling. Normally I would join the children (in my other dreams the place would have been perfect for some parcour).

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Calle is feeling ill, I am not sure where we are going, but we are travelling somewhere. He is sweating and bright red in his face. I try and calm him down and ask if he has been drinking water, he gives a vague confirmation and doesn't sound convincing. I tell him to keep drinking water, regardless of what it is. I suspect it is either dehydration or panic anxiety. His daughter or wife agrees that he should drink more water.

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Again on a tropical island that resemble the one with the magnificent architecture. Though I believe we are at the top of the island. Bruce Willis is there, can't remember if he was in character or just himself. He goes on a rampage after becoming angry about something. In the end either me (in 3rd person view) or someone else who lures him into a room and lock the doors. “You understand I had to do this don't you?” Bruce acknowledge without a grudge. Me/him goes into the room, wearing old school divers suits both of them (you know the ones where a fuck off large metal helmet and a tube needed to be attached at the collar of the suit).

Bruce seems to accept that he is to be punished and for some reason a beacon of light that I had not noticed prior shifts and find a girl/woman in the forest, she seems surprised by this. He says something about that me/him has to watch over his light that is needed elsewhere now. The last thing he wants to do is listen to some recordings of a dead language while he reads a translation (thus making the language not dead, but anyways) of the text. He starts chanting and I realise that he is trying to learn the language. This is significant to me in some ways, at least I think it is because I have heard a voice in my head that might be in this language. Should I be able to learn this language maybe I could interpret what is said. I feel an energy building around and inside me.

This energy remains vibrating in my body as I wake up (nope wasn't a FA)

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I am at some sort of party in the town I grew up. I go somewhere and when I go back I take a path behind the roads. This is very narrow and filled with trees. I have taken off my shoes as I feel like hardening my feet. In the beginning I have my shoes in my hands, but I drop them at some point. The path is difficult to walk bare footed and some times I end up crawling over trees in order to get forward. I sense someone behind me and look down and it is a guy from the town that I am normally disassociated with, but we seem to be friends in the dream and he is at the party as well. He is on a bike and he question what I am doing. I explain the shoe situation and he says “Ah you have no shoes” He gives me a ride (for some reason the path is easily traversable to bikes O.o). I am careful not getting my bare feet stuck in the wheel of the bike although I am close at one point. We get to a shop, he is supposed to pick something up. I say damn, I am sure I had my shoes with me to begin with. I check my pockets, but only a pair of sandals is in my blazer pocket (I am wearing a blazer now, with sandals in the pocket WTF!?). He assures me that he will drive back and get them for me if they are still there, it isn't a long drive. He encourage me to go back to the party.

I was with three male friends who I don't really recognize. They all seemed to be about 10-15 years older than me, tallish, a little overweight, and wearing touristy t-shirts, shorts, baseball caps, and sunglasses.

We were in a small building that was kind of busy and full of people. We were planning to leave. But first I had to go to the bathroom.

The restroom was huge and full of people. It was kind of humid, a little dirty, and it smelled like urine. There was a big line, which annoyed me. But there were a lot of stalls, so everybody was moving fast.

At the head of the line were the only urinals -- three small, wide open urinals awkwardly placed on a small edge of wall. I got one of the urinals instead of a stall.

As I was using the urinal, I felt like something to my right was getting my pants leg a little wet. I looked to my right.

There was no urinal to my right, but another guy was using a small plastic grate in the floor. The grate was under some shelf or sink on the wall, so the guy had to aim weird to get the grate. It was splashing a little and hitting my pants leg.

The guy was tallish, well-groomed, and well-dressed. The guy looked at me in a mean way. I could see that he was mad I had been in line ahead of him, and that he'd decided he'd go before me no matter what, even if he had to use a grate in the floor.

I think that in the dream I finished in the bathroom and went somewhere else, possibly some small, white building in the woods. But I can't remember now.

Strange series of dreams earlier this week.

Gonna try to just directly record what I recorded in my DJ rather than interpret. See how that goes.

Flying in a circle in a room full of colors, heard a voice recite
"Flying in our dreams,
it is lucky we do not
have many doubts."

1) H, J and M, dream where my parents were trying to hook me up with a person I live with, but it was very strange/ kind of scarring feeling since I would never think of doing something like that. They set up a tape recorder and fabricated evidence of me confessing love, I tell her about this and clarify that I do like her but do not want to marry her.

2) Scene where a famliy, big extended family, all playing music together around a big piano, many instruments. I sit to join them and am welcomed because they can tell I am not having the best dreams tonight [lol] A little kid does something or keeps insisting on doing something different that makes the father angry and kind of ruins the good vibe

3a) I'm in a park, and have to pee so I go near some trees off a road, cemetary/public area feeling, and realize I am next some military school. Felt open and vast, big roads, maybe an elementary school like near where I grew up.

b) Near the school at a sidewalk and see some kids that look like deadbeats, and try to advertize explain the concept of WWOOFing/ working for education, trying to get the lazy kids to do their party in society/ do their best but not convincing them.

c) Walking along with friends past school and kids are outside, all ethnicities and races, sunny day green grass blue skies. So I feel that i want to play with them and start kicking around a soccer ball that suddensly was in the scene, which is very fun. This turns into a full fledged soccer game, with one net and many adults. I'm determined to have a good mood and break out of my funk, and while most of the game I feel like I'm not doing well, near the end I do my best and wind up scoring a goal at the last second and am victorious.


4)Breakfast at my childhood friend Joe's house, though the house doesn't look like his at all, more of a cabin. Drinking win with breakfast, and I take some sips bu tnot much. Joe leaves/ gest up and tries to get me to leave with him and says something I cannot understand. Then his Grandpa, who looks like Danny Devito comes upstairs decked out in hunting gear, saying tha's what the guys of their family do to get good spirits.

Funny thing is that all the dreams near the same school were divided by the rest of the other dreams, never in sequence, though they all took place near the same area. I woke up from the soccer dream, which was the last of the night, feeling great after just having scored and goal and won the game.

I find it interesting/funny that a common theme/ action of many of my dream characters was to make me feel better/ get out of the irritable mood that I was in during all of my dreams. I like that, and now that I look back must have been because I have been concentrating on not letting simple stupid things get me angry and dwelling on the things that do get me frusterated. Power of mind and meditation.

This dream actually took place the night before my previous entry.

It feels like it's been forever since my last lucid, but it's only been five days! Crazy, after not having been able to have a lucid for a full year. I've got to keep myself relaxed I think, and not pressure myself too much on progress, try to just stimulate my imagination and have fun with it all. I have a tendency to to bury my mind too much into one task and stress myself out about it, which results in -bad dreams, bad attitude, avoidance of the tast, and most importantly, no lucids! So that last two days I've kind of taken a break from dream research and just done casual RCs and not trying to do MILDS, just focused on getting a good night sleep and relaxing before bed, which did well since I recalled like.. six dreams last night? Which is more than usual. Don't want to burn out.

Anyway. Much love to all. I've been reading C. Jung's Memories, Dreams and Reflections and it's a FABULOUS book regarding one man's experience of his dream and inner conscious, and how dedicated he was to examining his own experiences and the ethical and moral responsibility he felt toward discovering his own true nature, for the sake of his patients and the benifit of humanity. A superb and inspiring book to any dreamers.. or just anybody.

Last few days I've been just focusing on my recall, no goals as of yet.

I was searching Google for something, don't remember what. I came across some file-hosting/pay-referral scheme scam thing.

-Dream Shift-

I was looking at the same referral thing in a really old national geographic magazine that I was reading. I was near the end of the magazine, so I flipped the pages backward. It was a fairly thick magazine, I stopped every now and again to look at pictures.

-Dream Shift-

Playing D&D with a friend of mine and his girlfriend. She finished off a goblin with her "Quivering Palm Strike" monk power. my friend said, (as the dungeon master) "The goblin's hand turns into a vortex, It spits out revealing clothing, and a bunch of mustard." I just look at his girlfriend with a perplexed look. Then I woke up.

Dream of October 12th, 2010

Yeeesss!!! Success again! ^_^ When I was going to sleep I tried to keep my mind fairly awake like when trying to WILD, but eventually I pretty much gave up and just let my mind wander.

I my random thoughts ended up turning into a dream, which I wasn’t lucid in. I had been thinking about these people fighting is some futuristic armor like robots and that’s what my dream was at first.

Later I dreamt that I was at a playground and I saw my old cat Osiris (my white cat who died a few years ago). Osiris looked like a kitten, about the age of older black kitten I saw a few houses down from where I live. My sisters and my cousin were with me and we were all younger. We ran up to Osiris and started snuggling her, which then it reminded me of another dream that I had a long time ago where Osiris had come back to life. I told my sisters and cousins this, and then I realized that this was also a dream.

At first I was going to just keep going along with the dreams plot because I wasn’t sure if I’d have enough time to do what I want to in the dream, but then I decided that I’d just try to get done as much as I could in the dream for now. The first thing I remembered was how I want to go to Hyrule by making a portal. I ended up remembering the dream I had a few nights ago where I drew a portal with a marker, so I tried reaching into the pocket in my pants and imagining that I would pull out a marker.

When I took my hand back out of my pocket I found that I was not holding a marker, but I was determined to make a portal. So, even though I didn’t have the marker I still tried to draw a portal in the air like I had done before. I found that when I went to draw the marker appeared in my hand. The drawing ended up appearing in the air like last time but after drawing it the drawing started to fall to the ground; I tried holding it up but it didn’t work.

I was quite disappointed that the drawing hadn’t worked, but then I decided I try a different way to get there. I decided I’d try the second thing I had done after drawing the picture, rubbing the air as if I were defogging a window and imagining what I would see on the other side, and that’s what I did. I walked into one of the play structures in the playground and rubbed my hand in the air, and it felt as if I were actually rubbing a window. After rubbing it a bit I noticed that my breath was starting to show up on the invisible window and then I started to see a scene from Ocarina of time (pretty much just some grass and trees but I could recognize it). I started to get excited and then I tried to break the window to get through, but my hand just kept going through, except for the one I still had laying on the glass, so I tried to aim closer to where my other hand wasn’t going through. After many attempts I gave up and just wandered into some other part of the dream.

After some other events I ended up in my bedroom at my old house. For some strange reason I was on the floor in my covers squirming around in them, trying to get warm when my mum burst into the room. She walked up to me and she was holding a glass of water, she bent down and then said, “Control this water.”

I looked at the cup filled with water, then at my mother and said “Ok”. I held up my arms and then focused on the water I used motions with my hands and the power of my mind to lift up the water, but then my mom told me to try to only control the water with my mind and not use any motions, so I did; it felt so awesome to control the water with just willpower alone. ^_^

I can't wait till I have more lucid dreams!

Ugh, another fragmented dream. Despite that it was fragmented, I could still remember very detailed portions of it, right down to every conversational line that happened. It was also a little sexual in nature, though there was no sex.

Anyway, I was talking to this girl over the internet. I don't know who she is and I didn't know her in the dream either. I think she was pretty young and for some reason we were talking about sex. She was apparently very new to it. She was telling me about this time she did it with some guy who had a huge penis. I asked her if he "did her good." She said "Dude, it was like torture." Then I told her that's why huge penises are overrated, that they can brag about how large they are but they can't do anything with them because they could hurt a girl. Then I got a text message from my friend's brother. This here should have tipped me off that I was dreaming because he doesn't have my number and wouldn't be able to text me. His text was something about wrestling and Randy Orton. Anyhow, I didn't answer that and kept talking to the girl. She asked me "how are you?" in regards to my penis size lol. I told her "I'm average and fine with that." At this point the dream gets fuzzy but I remember thinking to myself that I was planning on asking her if she wanted me to try mine out on her.

I think I woke up after that. Maybe I was getting too excited or something. But at least I had a good dream sign in this dream that I unfortunately missed. Better luck next time, huh?

Awake Dream Lucid
I don't remember most of my dreams since i was to lazy to write them down today.

Dream 1- i am at a supermarket of some sort with some people that look like from the Avatar: the last airbender cartoon. I dont remember any details but i was a fat dude who couldn't control any of the elements until i found a pair of slippers that can give me powers to control water. Then i am jumping over piles of cans and boxes to hide from a old sinister guy. Later i try to show off some of my powers but all i got to do is splash some water with my hands in a flooded area in the supermarket.

Dream 2- I get a false awakening but i feel heavy and sleepy i am not aware of where i am but it seems like there is a window right on top of my bed. I feel the sunlight hit my face but I still don't realize i am dreaming. I do a reality check but it just confuses me. then my dream transitions, and i am at a audition for a Jerry springer type of show. I see my face in a reflection of a Indian man who had a five o'clock shadow and was holding a surf board. I also had a black suit with dark gray stripes, a blue button down shirt and a black tie. I realize this is myself and become lucid. i go inside a stairway and one guy takes my surfboard and says I'll take your ride. I follow some people with their kids and go up the stairs to find myself in a room with a bunch of people in a circle which looks like a AA meeting. I see everyone holding a form i got worried that i didn't have one and found one in my pocket. I remembered that words may change every time you look away. At first my name was David, then it changed to a bunch of different names. I stare at the paper for a while then i see the letters turned in to people and that the environment changed we are now outside surrounded by chain linked fences. A couple of kids came back dirty from playing outside and their parents got worried about them. That's all i remember

On a side note, i'm getting tired of these....

I'm on a school bus again, and this time the front doors wont close. They're made out of that same Plexiglas material the emergency doors in "bus bullies", and the bus driver wants me to close them. Someone else was trying to, but they kept opening.

I headed to the front of the bus, and when I tried closing them, I got sucked outside. I started running with one hand latched onto the bus until it came up to a red light, and got back in.

Now I'm at someones house with a bunch of guys, and we're getting people together to play multiplayer madded.

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...