non-lucid

Elusive First Cycle Dream
0430: D. First cycle. Once again that strange feeling in the first cycle of having slept for a long time. When I woke up, I was a bit upset that maybe I had slept through the whole night without any recall. But when I looked at the clock I realized I'd only been asleep for about 75 minutes. By this time, the vague recollection of my dream had mostly faded. This is what I wrote: No plot recall. Just feeling of missing something. Feeling of change. Chasing to recover something lost. In retrospect, maybe the feeling was about the dream recall itself, not within the dream. Or maybe the feelings from the dream spilled over into waking. Anyway, moving on.

Girlfriend in India
0630: B. This is likely some residue of a conversation I had with a friend about his Pakistani girlfriend. I'm in India living in a cheap apartment. I'm dating an Indian girl. She looks like the contestant from MasterChef. We're fooling around in the bed and she wants to go further. I don't want to or maybe I'm just teasing her. Suddenly I'm wearing my sleep mask. She pulls it off and tells me to stop acting silly. We end up just cuddling and seem to drift off to sleep.

I wake up in the hallway outside the apartment. The girl is gone. Hugh lives next door. He's exiting his apartment and locking his door. He notices me and stops to talk. He's heading off to work and he's wonder why I'm sleeping in the hallway. He leaves.

I stumble into the apartment but now it's where the girl and her parents live. I'm trying to figure out how to turn on the A/C and hang a "do not disturb" sign for the maid. The girl and her parents are talking around a small kitchen table. The mother is concerned that her daughter is dating a boy. The father is proud of the job he has done raising her. Then an air raid siren goes off. The mother tells the girl to go tie up the reindeer.

Just Weird
0755: C. I live in a house is feels familiar but isn't recognizable. It's really hot and humid. At school, there's a contest to do something with two sheets of fabric. I guess I won and I bring home two blankets. I talk with my mother and sister about where to put them. Suddenly, instead of two blankets, it's a colorful table placemat and a frozen packaged crab. The placemat is white with blue and orange stripes. The crap is bright orange and the package says it's from Mexico. I decide to put the two items in the dining room where there is a very long large dining table. But I guess we barely use this room. There's a spider web above the table and a live crab walking across the table. My sister breaks the spider web and the spider falls near her. She and I are both freaked out and run out.

Practicing Dream Control
0905: B. A short WBTB where I used the bathroom and had a few slips of water. Practiced MILD suggestion going back to sleep. I sense there was more plot earlier in the dream but don't recall, so I pick it up as I'm in a nice quiet residential neighborhood cul-de-sac. It's a sunny autumn afternoon. All the houses are two-story with nice lawns, trees, and Halloween decorations. I enter one house in the middle of the block. Inside it's a crowded house party. I walk up the stairs to the second floor, stepping sideways through the crowd. I see a guy who I recognize as Nick, a friend from high school. I'm confident I'm dreaming and I'm ready to execute my plan. I continue walking through the upstairs of the house, walking with purpose and determination. I'm looking at my hands and rubbing them.

My first task is to touch and pick up a few objects, which I do as I'm walking through a bedroom and then a hallway. I think I picked up an empty can of peas. I'm looking for a window that overlooks the front of the house. I find one and run and jump through. It's a small window so I hit the wall as well but I go right through and hover gently down to the street. I don't recall hearing a crash so I don't know if I smashed through or if I passed through, but it's satisfying enough to count as my task.

So I'm back out in the middle of the cul-de-sac street. I'm feeling pretty confident and ready to try my next task. I want to summon a girl from work named S and then teach her to fly. So I'm looking for a door. The house on the corner catches my eye. I walk up to the front door of the house and I think, yup, this is S's house. I picture her opening the door and then I knock. A woman opens the door but she's not right. She has many of S's features and her voice is similar, but she looks about 50 years old. I roll with it. "Hi, you must be S's mother. Is she home?" She replies: "Yes, come on it!"

The house is a bit dark inside and decorated with oriental rugs which kinda makes sense. I ask, "Is she upstairs?" I look at the stairs, expecting her to be coming down. Again, there is a woman there but she still isn't S. Again she has similar features, tan and pretty with long black hair. She looks about 35. The girl I'm looking for is supposed to be about 25. The mother says exactly what I'm thinking: "Oh, that's her older sister." I try one more time. "Could you call S down?" Once more, another S impostor comes walking down the stairs. This one was pretty close. Her age and height are right and her voice is right on. S's Turkish accent is probably the most distinctive thing about her IWL. But this girl isn't as tan and she has freckles on her face. Hmm, my confidence is a bit shaken. I talk to this girl a little, I forget about what. I give her a hug and a couple of friendly kisses. I decided to leave and move on.

I walk outside. I'm a bit discouraged. That didn't go as planned. I recall the earlier part of the dream and, come to think of it, my lucidity is probably only average. I'm thinking of what to do next. Meet Dream Guide? Hmm. I look at the house at the far corner of the street. It has the most Halloween decorations on the block. I try to imagine opening the door to see my Dream Guide, who I imagine is Yoda. But on the heels of the less than perfect summoning, I decide to do something else. I resolve to spin to a new scene. I picture my office and start spinning. As I'm spinning for about 10 seconds I still see the neighbor scene around me. Hmm. I slow down. Should I close my eyes? What if that makes me wake up. I tell myself, don't think about closing your eyes! Of course, I close my eyes and wake up. Ah! Rookie mistake. Oh well. Lesson learned.

Missed Lucid, Facepalm Worthy
1125: C. I had trouble falling asleep after the last dream so I got up and read DV for a while and then got back to bed about an hour later. This dream might as well have been a giant light in my eyes screaming "Dreamsigns!" Yet I blew it. I'm walking in a bright outdoor school yard. The buildings are familiar to my high school. It's lunch time and it's crowded with students. Everyone is wearing the navy blue uniforms from my junior high. I think, hmm, if this were a dream this would totally be a dreamsign. I look around to see if a recognize anyone. I see a group of people that I didn't like in high school that often recur in my dreams. Yup, that would be another dreamsign. I walk near them through the crowd, hoping to overhear their conversation without them noticing me.

I continue through the crowd and see a white soccer ball bouncing toward me. I think, now see if I were lucid, I'd probably kick this soccer ball. I kick it but I still don't clue in that I'm aware that I'm dreaming. I actually feel disappointed that I'm not lucid and any amount of lucidity or dream control that I might have had fades away. I decide to leave. I walk to the parking lot but I don't find my car where I expect it. I get a little worried. I wander around pressing the lock button to trigger the car horn. I finally hear the horn on the far side of the school, which now is only one building that looks like a hamburger stand with some covered benches near it. I walk to my car and recognize it. End.

This dream was...yeah... I don't remember much at all but I guess I'll jot down what I can remember. It was totally weird.

So basically I was walking around the house and noticed that I needed to bring the trash canister back from front of the house. I go outside and it's flashing thunder and lightening. I was saying to myself "do I really want to go out there and bring that thing back in?" For some reason I had to the gates where our cars are parked and then I see my sister walking up the street coming home (she doesn't live here anymore). She...had a giant penis for a head. *laughs*

That's all I can remember. Told you it was weird.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in English class with ten or eleven other students. The classroom was a fat rectangle shape, with off-white walls and solid light cream flooring that was slightly shiny. At the front of the room, in front of one of the shorter walls, was our teacher. In front of him, our desks were arranged in rows like in a normal classroom, but these desks were longer with a light wooden surface, and they could seat three people each instead of just one. I was sitting in the second or third desk from the front, on the left side of the classroom. The teacher (he was my real English teacher this year) held up a thin stack of essays. Our essays were marked, and he would be handing them back.

He called out some names, which I can't remember, and handed out two papers before coming to me. He put it upside-down on the desk and looked solemnly at me. My essay was three or four pages long; when I peeled it off the desk and looked at my mark, I was immediately upset. Up on the top right hand corner, my mark read 7/25 in dark red pen. I put my paper down and looked around the room; people were smiling and talking to each other about their marks.

When I turned around to face the teacher, he had all the essays again, and mine was gone off my desk. He held up the papers again, in front of himself this time with both hands, and mine was on the front with the same mark in the corner. I slunk down into my chair a bit, embarrassed.

Water Square (non-lucid)



I am an older man with a wife. We live in a glass house at the bottom of the ocean. One room is filled with water and reflects the contents of the room to create wild art. We enter this room dressed in astronaut suits and talk with walkies. It is my job to send waves through the room, and time it correctly so another wave of increased intensity begins as the other ends. The third wave is too powerful and knocks my wife unconscious but eventually she talks through the walkie..."haha...I am joking...I am fine".

We exit the house and a scene change. I am driving with D and we go and pick up some pizza.



Frags:

1. I do come dream drugz outside of a pharmacy and I am able to run really fast and teleport to my house.

2. I am riding a bike and a cop hits me. It turns out he is crooked and both of us are involved in some kind of deal at a church.

1st Dream: I was looking outside at the foggy misty rain that blanketed everything. It was so dark, and the mist was so fine yet it was coming down like rain. In the distance there was lightning bolts constantly flashing.
I thought that I wouldn't be working in such conditions and went to my cousin's house (who I also work with) to see if he agreed. When I got there, he was gettin g ready to go and I said that it was too dangerous. He mentioned something about the 'bolt pings' and that they'd be set up IF it got too dangerous. I argued that it already was. He seemed to think that I just wanted to stay home in-line with my lazy nature but I DID think it was dangerous. I thought "I mean, all the air is saturated with humidity and there are massive lightning bolts going through it." After I woke up I pondered the dream.

2nd Dream: I was at my house (which wasn't my house at all, but it was some in-fill two-storey, but in the DREAM it was my house) and was going to be baby-sitting my little cousin who is 10. Her parents came with her to tell me the particulars etc. and they brought some movies. They asked me when I was planning to watch my movies (as I often do) and I said about 7. So it was decided that my cousin's bedtime would be 7. So they convinced me to watch some movies with my cousin before she went to bed and let me pick out of the ones that they had rented. There were two Tim Allen movies (aside from the Toy Story trilogy which they also brough) but I don't remember what they were, and two Tom Hanks movies, I think. I was thinking how I hadn't seen a particular Tim Allen movie in a long time, when they brought out the Indiana Jones Trilogy. So I decided on that. They commented that I "just like anything with Harrison Ford in it" which is often true, I thought, but not always. So I told my cousin to pick which one she wanted to see, not including the Temple of Doom, and I revealed that I had them on Blu-ray so we'd watch them like that, to the surprise of everyone.
Then my mom revealed that she and my brother were going to play a game based on Toy Story 3 and for some reason I wanted to play it, but 'knew' that I couldn't unless I had seen toy story 3 already, which I wasn't too keen on doing.

When I woke up I decided to see if I could get any deals on Indiana Jones Blu-Rays.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Didn't dream much last night... I got one fragment and one dream. Still something!

8.45: Schweird School
I'm in a shop of some sort. It's filled with fishing tools and different gadgets. I grab a folding rule and head for the cashier. The guy behind the counter is doing something on a computer. I glimpse what he's doing and I see that the CD in the computer is called something like: "Sexy" and he quickly shuts the window down. He takes the folding rule and tells me how much it is. Then gives me another choice. I can do him a favour instead of paying. I don't think it sounds like a good idea and tells him I just want to pay for it. After a minute or so we agree on a deal which was even worse. I now have to do something for him, but I don't really know what.

The dream changes and I'm in a classroom. I have to go and get something from english class, and the people around me describe where the classroom is located. "You will never make it in time though" one of them tells me. I don't care and decide to run there. I leave the classroom and the school and I start running. The gravity is fucked up as always when I try to run, but after a few tries with different running "techniques" I get it right, and I'm running fast! I run towards the building where the english class is supposed to be, and I meet my friend Felix at the door. I see he's around ten years younger than he is now, and we talk for a while. "Omg this is the wrong place" I tell myself and I tell Felix I have to go. I now remember where the class is supposed to be! It's in the centre.

I run into the centre and I meet an old classmate of mine. He's giving out free papers and I feel bad for him. We talk for a while and walk towards the entrance of my goal. Alot of people are pouring out and I push myself past them. The place is filled with tables and party things. There's beer on the table and I see my english teacher. We start talking in english and I rant on about something important... Suddenly she realises she can't speak in english anymore and laughs. I grab a Bacardi Breezer and starts drinking.

13.30: Fragment
* I'm watching a bunch of famous people's faces. They all morph and I recognise one of them as an old friend, which I point out to Monica.

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Food before bed: Soup, 2 omega-3 pills, 50mg B6.

9.00: Porridge, 2 omega-3 pills, 50mg B6.

That's it! The WBTB at 8.45 went to shit. That's all I gotta say.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I was unsure if these were short dreams or dream fragments...nonlucid but decided to post anyways...

Dream 1

I was in a space with no distinct walls or ceiling. A bunch of people I knew were standing around pretending to be conjoined twins by wearing large shorts. One of my recurring DC's was looking around for someone to get with but nobody wanted to be with him. Dream memory ends...

Dream 2

All I remember is one of my friends walking down a dirt road. Also there is a vague memory of a car from a previous dream.

Dream 3

Longest and most clear. I swear I saw Matt Smith, the 11th doctor from Doctor Who. Then I was with a bunch of people, getting autographs from some guy who was apparently a stunt double or stand-in for David Tennant when he was the 10th doctor. I heard his name but I don't remember it. I was standing around and he asked me if i had gotten an autograph. I said no and he gave me a white piece of paper which probably had his signature on it - as well as my own. Strangely I remember the individual letters of my name being clear and readable. Then the memory seems of skip and I find myself talking to the guy; he seemed very upset. I said something along the lines of "Only in jest, how did it feel being a stunt double for David Tennant?" He responded in a hurt and sarcastic voice: "Oh yes, in jest..." and I remember him going into a trailer door. I also remember looking down at his shoes. They weren't David Tennant's shoes, they were some kind of indistinct brown smudgy shoes. His coat was a different color too.

Woke up abruptly, but I remember having some kid sit in my lap. She really liked me, and wanted me to go to her Christmas play that was going on Friday at five. I looked at her really hard and said "In the morning!". And she said "uh-huh". I asked her the location, and she said it was a church I've never heard of. Reluctantly I told her I'd try to make it, and I tried calling someone to see if they could give me directions.

i dont remember this dream really i just no that at one point i was at a cabin in the woods and at another point someone was trying to scare me in order to gain some sort of reward maybe itl come back to me through out the day and i can update this

Dream 1: Paper Party
I was at a big party thrown by someone at my school. I went upstairs in their house and began making paper. Then I went home and tried to make paper wirelessly... I found a way to make paper using my wireless router but it was malfunctioning and there were only two inch pieces.
There was a lot more detail but I can't explain it and it would be boring.

Fragment:
I was a fashion designer trying to design a good collection.

September 29

Synopsis: I teach about DMT, I have no idea why! Later, I dream of artists who must create art, or die

DMT Teaching
I'm in a strange school created and consisted of only students. That's right, there are no teachers. Were just a bunch of weird adults who got together and set this building aside for classes. Then we just collectively decide what we want to learn about, and someone within the group magically volounteers to teach it.

Well, we set up a DMT class, complete with scientific diagrams. It was time for class to start! The room gets quiet. . . . Still quiet. Very quiet, it's awkward now. We stare at each other waiting for someone to say or do something. Okay, enough of this, I'll teach this class since everyone else is too afraid to do so! I take the students and lead them through the diagrams. There were lots of questions and concerns about DMT.

I tried to answer these concerns explaining that DMT is natural and released by the body. But then I doubted myself and thought.....why am I teaching this class!! I don't even do drugs!! I woke up after flipping out.


Zombie Artists
I watched a film about these artists. Except, I was really watching myself interact with the artists in the film, transforming the film into a first perspective dream. One female artist looked like a goth, dark, tattered clothing. Thick black make up, spiky hair. Suddenly she turns around and I think she's about to throw up, because I see something oozing out of her face.

But when she turns back to face me, black oil was pouring out of her cheeks and her eyes. She explains, she has to continue making the art she makes, or else - she'll become so ill with oil she won't even be human anymore.

After watching the movie me and my friend sit on the couch talking about, how weird and deep it was.

I woke up after that

I don't remember a lot. I just remember an ending to a dream. At least I think it was the ending.

I was in this resteraunt (it switched from that and a small building with some chairs back and forth) and there was this lady interviewing another woman about her dog. (apparently it was special or something) I heard barking and looked through the window I was next to, and there was this little dog barking at me, and it dragged this big golden lab over a little by it's leg. I immediately jumped through the window (there wasn't any glass) and checked the dog. It was really injured, I concluded it must've been hit by a train because there were train tracks a few feet from where I was. I called for help, and looked up and the lady being interviewed was there, she looked sad after seeing the hurt dog. And then I saw this other woman, standing on top of the hill we were on (it was a very gentle slope, hardly a hill) and she had a small handgun pointing right at me. I immediately reacted and pulled out 2 44.'s (type of handgun, you know the revolver kind from westerns, but smaller) one on her, and another on the hurt dog. Apparently the dog was beyond saving, but she didn't want us to kill it. (to put it out of it's pain of course) And I tried to negotiate, telling her how it would end the dog's pain etc. etc. but she wouldn't listen. Eventually she shot at the other lady next to me (why not me, the one with the guns?) but it only made a green muzzle flash and a shooting noise. She tried shooting about 7 more times, when I yelled "HA! They're blanks!" jumped up from my knees next to the dog and shot her 2-3 times. And then a cop came and got her. (late much?)

I don't remember anything after that.

I've realized that my dreams are becoming more and more violent lately..

★★☆☆☆

09/29/10



Jesse is my third cousin once removed. Or something. We don't really get along. In this universe, however, we apparently travel together like the brothers from Supernatural.

Jesse and I have been abducted by aliens. I'm looking around the room, which appears to be a workshop. There are sturdy wooden tables are laid out at right angles throughout the room, and they're covered in various projects, models and mock-ups. The concrete walls are wallpapered with sketches and equations. Also, we're in a space station orbiting Earth.

"Welcome!" says one of the aliens, as it moves towards us. He has his skinny arms raised in welcome. His skin is blue on the top, and fades to peach underneath. He has a dome-shaped head, and a wide smile. "Welcome to our benevolent kingdom, humans! Our benevolent ruler sends his greetings."

"They're kind of friendly, aren't they?" says Jesse, under his breath.

"So... what do you want?" I ask him.

The alien smiles wider. "I'm glad you asked. We have many questions about your civilization."

Jesse puffs himself up, and I make a gesture with my hand. "Go on."

"We need to know, specifically, about the Catholic church." he says. He brings us over to a model of my hometown's cathedral. "Our benevolent ruler came to know of this society through the storyteller called 'Dan Brown'. You see, our society is an advanced, rational civilization. Our benevolent ruler believes that we should 'add some chaos to the mix', and has decided to use your Church as a model."

"I'm Protestant." says Jesse.

"I'm not." I mutter.

"Nevertheless, you have been chosen to grace us with this information. It is a great honour," he says, meeting my eyes.

I read his intentions there. Once he has his information, he'll have no more use for us. We'll be disposed of, lethally.

I smile brightly. "Jesse, why don't you tap into humanity's collective consciousness and bring up the data our host is asking for? I'll help clean up, and answer any questions he has in the meantime." Ignoring Jesse's flabbergasted expression, I turn back to the alien scientist. "Would that be satisfactory?"

"Humanity has a collective consciousness?" asks the alien, looking interested.

"Humanity. Has a collective consciousness." says Jesse flatly. "What the flying fuck -"

I grab him by the arm and whisper in his ear. "Meditate. Gather the energy we need to teleport the hell out of here."

"So!" I say to the alien as I pick up a rag. "What do you want to know?"

skip

I throw down the rag next to Jesse. He opens his eyes and blinks up at me.

"Not that I'm upset you're trying to save our lives," I say, "But if this takes any longer, you'll be paying in chores for a month."

He glares. "I could just leave you here."

"You can't kill kin." I tell him.

Scare Factor: 2/10

Fragments: Spurned 1
I'm playing a video game, but the shifting nature of dreams makes the rules of the game less than stable. Assigning and dispatching heroes and troops doesn't exactly make a lot of sense, and as soon as I think I have a handle on it, the rules change. Before I've fully grasped the rules, I'm attacked by another player, Jenny O. She's relentless and attacks me over and over again.

Spurned 2
Clarity: 4/10
Importance:2/10
Sleep: Poor
Sleep Position: Unknown

Jenny O is being really vicious, yelling at me and turning all her friends against me. The lynch mob keeps growing as I try to leave and get away from this bullshit. Finally, a couple of guys in her corner decide to try and get violent. They attack but I take them out without effort. Yet more guys threaten violence, but I'm not worried in the least and try to point out how easily I dealt with the last two,

I again hurry to leave, but the lynch mob follows, yelling at me. Then 4 of them wheel in on motorbikes, but the guys riding them are like cyborgs. One has chains with spiked iron balls in the end for arms, and the others have various limbs replaced with various weapons as well. As the ball and chain one drives by me, I grab his chain arm and use it take out all of them in one mighty swing. The bikers break apart like they were made of lego, their weaponized limbes flying off.

I keep going, trying to get away, and have almost made it off the military base. As I cut through a foot path, I see what at first appear to be zombies rising out out of the ground all around me. But as I look closer they are some kind of cross between zombies and flesh eating plants, writhing around in the darkness. I book out of there.

There is now someone running with me, and we come to a field at the school. As we turn the corner of some bushes, there is a humongous UFO above us. We hide in the bushes to avoid being seen by it's occupants. It try to get a better look at the UFO, but it's just a huge dark shapeless mass in the sky. I can't exactly see it, but it's presence is overwhelming.


Fragments: Publishing a Comic
I have a comic book I've come up with based on some characters from a game I was playing, and the comic was backed and published by Betty White. She wend ahead and printed the first issue without much input from me, letting the artist have his way with it. I think that worked out better than if I had been involved.

I have the initial batch of comics in a bag but when I show them to someone, he says it's the same page printed over and over. I look and one comic has all page 1, the next has all page 2, the next all page 3, and so one. The ones after that have random colors, some are black and white, some have only one color. It's a printing catastrophe.

I was supposed to meet C for a date, and I got a call from her from her about a minute after she left. She said that she couldn't make it and I shouldn't waste my time. When I hung up the phone, I ran the conversation through my head, and realized her voice sounded like D was impersonating a girl.

I headed to the area where I was supposed to meet her at, and I ended up getting interviewed by some strange man. I forget what the job was for, but the guy had on heavy makeup, and there were girls everywhere. I sat at this long table and he was asking me various questions about my work ethic while a girl at his end and my end of the table was playing with our faces. They were playing with our eyes to be specific. The girls were forcing them open, and one of them told me to not look the guy in the eyes. I found just about everything weird.

Once things looked like it was over, one of the girls kept flirting with me, and her friend was jealous . Her friend was trying to tell her that I didn't like her at all, and that it was all physical. I was at a lost of words, as she walked out. I was more or less waiting for the girl who liked me to say that I was genuine, but she left too.