non-lucid

It's a dream that does make sense or at least I lost a understanding of it when I woke up.
So, I'll list whatever the heck happened. School, folder.. Sister, and father buying me a nice headphone amplifier, I saw Ray Charles perform, and I was besides the piano with him!! That is all....3

I'm walking around outside. I'm in a small town that somewhat resembles the one that I am currently living in.

I am approaching a beach. There are some kids, they look like they're in highschool. They're all sitting on the beach by the sidewalk. I walk over to them and stare at the ocean. They start talking about whether or not anyone's swam in the ocean. I start talking about how I grew up a few blocks from the ocean and how I miss it. They all simply stare at me.

I turn around and start walking to a school. I'm going to go to my orientation. I see Liz and she says to come inside because there are cat patches I should see. There are a few cloth patches with images of cats printed on them that say cute things. Reminiscent of lolcats. When the woman who works there isn't looking she unlocks the case and takes out a big handful of them.

We go outside. There are airplanes flying above, it's really loud. It begins dropping things that explode when they hit the ground. I realize it's dropping bombs. They seem to be heat guided because when they drop they dodge around aiming for us. I think I screamed at one point, grabbing people and pulling them down or pushing them over so they didn't get hit. I ran inside of the school where a woman was making an announcement that everyone should evacuate the building because there was a fire danger. I grabbed the microphone and said that everyone should stay in side, that we were getting bombed outside. The woman got angry with me and told me there was no way that we were getting bombed.

Dream changes somewhat, later. I am in a house that is reminiscent of my house yet not quite the same. My room has these wooden french doors, I went to open them and they simply came off the hinges. I think my mother was there. She was lecturing me on how to keep things from breaking. I went to open my laptop and the screen completely came off. When I went to reattach it, everything began vibrating, buzzing and shaking. I could feel electric shocks running through my body, causing me a lot of pain. I screamed.

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

It was mid-day and I was in a small dark-lit room, sitting in front of the computer. This computer was around 20" large, and was black, but the screen was on, and this was the only time a computer's ever worked in my dreams.

I was on a very popular art site that had a dark gray background and a black strip in the middle, where posts are made. I had put a piece of my artwork up a few days earlier; it was of the style I actually draw with, as you can see below. It didn't look exactly like it, but the style was extremely similar.

The only difference is that the dragon I posted online had more little details, and white circles bordered by black around the face.

I was going back on the site and refreshed the page. Although most of the text was illegible, the page worked normally. I scrolled down to where my entry was, and I looked at it briefly. I then scrolled some more and found a piece almost exactly like mine, with slightly wobblier lines and even more circles and details. It looked like a very obvious rip-off. I squinted slightly and looked underneath the submission, and read "Justin Beiber".

The little jerk, I thought.

I immediately put my mouse over his name, which became underlined and highlighted in baby blue. Clicking on it brought me to a page with a white text box, most likely to submit a comment. I began to type, being cautious not to sound too nasty, although I was steaming that some famous person would put their reputation on the line like that.

I typed, "I need to speak to you about your latest submission" before the dream ended.

I forgot about the dream for almost half a day before suddenly remembering it, and so I made sure to type it down as soon as I could.

I am entering a very fancy gym. As I walk through the door, my cat Blackie runs through the door ahead of me. I tell him to come back but he takes no notice and runs through the locker room.

I have just finished running on a treadmill and go to the lockers to get my stuff. A woman with black hair is at the locker next to mine. I ask her is she is going to shower and she says yes. I decide I should also go and shower and am looking in my locker for my scrunchy to tie my hair back with and cannot find it. I see a trash basket next to me and start rummaging through it to find my scrunchy. I find one but it is not mine and it is very dirty. I am disgusted and throw it back in the trash basket.

My sister calls me from England to tell me that my cousin Gerry has broken her arm but it is Wednesday and the hospital is closed until Sunday and therefore she cannot be treated. I tell her that this is terrible and would never happen in the USA.

I am then with my sister under an awning by the water. Her husband is with her and we are talking about picking up our parents and taking them to dinner. She says she was not expecting them to be coming and has asked someone else to join us instead.

I am at a relatives house and they have three small children. I offer to go and get them up from a nap and am changing the baby when someone comes in the room and says happy Independence Day. I am then in a room where a dinner is about to take place. I notice that a man I don't like is seated in the chair next to where I will be sitting. I am very unhappy about the seating arrrangements.

I am with Johnny and Andrew. We are watching as Jenny drives over a drawbridge and stops suddenly. I run over to see that she has hurt her head quite badly and it is red and bloody. I am very upset about it. We are supposed to be going to a hotel bar for drinks. Andrew says that he will take us to the hotel.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

My recall still isn't what I'd like it to be lately.

I've had a few dreams that I've had vague recall of that weren't worth recording. They were kind of pointless dreams where I was sat at my computer writing code.

Anyway, something to record after a few recall-less days:

I was at the post office. It was totally different, perhaps another post office than the one I usually visit. I was at the counter, and an unfamiliar blonde woman was serving me. She was very pretty but was wearing a overtly bright pink jacket. I noticed that her nose was slightly big/convex - typically an unattractive feature in a woman -- but found her really hot regardless.

She tried to overcharge me! What a bitch, I thought. I argued that I knew that she wasn't charging me the right amount, but she was insistent that I pay. I paid and said I'd be back to get her fired.

Dodgeballs
I had left a bunch of dodgeballs near park street and I finally decided it was time to go attempt to collect them. It had been several weeks if not months since I had left them there, and I wasn't sure I would find anything. When I got there, I found a few right away with numbers written on them in black sharpie. I remember the number 21 distinctly being on one of them, because I only had 12 and it was odd that someone would have put larger number on them. Most of them were orange, even though I knew the set had many different colors. It was overcast and the ground was wet with a couple of puddles here and there. Most of the balls were sitting in the gutter by the side of the road. I got a couple of people to help me gather the dodgeballs and chuck them down into the subway so that I could bring them home, but I didn't remember to bring a bag for them all.

I remember seeing some other types of balls rolling around and being kicked near the same subway, not sure if it was before or after the dodgeball gathering. One of them was a blue rubber ball, which is only significant because I told myself the other night that I was gonna do the August simple task of finding something in each of the primary colors, and settled on a yellow rubber duckie, a red rose, and a blue ball. Don't know if it counts since I was very far from lucid.

Tits

I don't usually have sexy dreams at all. I can't really string together a narrative for this, although I know there was one at the time. There was a guy with very soft, fuzzy curly hair in spikes all over his head, like someone had molded a natural, blond fro into this:
He had a younger friend or male relative tagging along, somewhere in the 16-18 year old range. They peeked into a room and there was some chick there that was clearly trying to get into the older one's pants. Somewhere around her I wound up with a body. There was a pretty brown haired girl lounging on the floor in a purple-ish dress. I hit on her half-jokingly and she smiled and flashed her vag, but someone dragged me out of the room and closed the door.

I wound up in another room alone with a different woman who was desperately trying to makeout with me, but her breasts were seriously bigger than my torso and she couldn't reach. Fortunately she was clothed.

Wow...I really don't know why that WILD didn't work. Everything was set up right, I woke up to the alarm and did a WBTB that felt like exactly the right amount of time, and then I went through the WILD just as I had when it succeeded last...only this time, rather than envelope me and pull me into the dream, all the HI and sensations and all that just faded away all of a sudden. I tried just shifting positions and then going back through the process, but that still didn't work. After an hour or so of trying I just decided to get some sleep and not worry about the dream...but it was really strange that it didn't work that time, seeing as everything was in place.

However, I do recall one normal dream from last night, and in the spirit of maintaining good recall, I'll write it here.

My brother-in-law and I were assigned to run the projectors in a theater for the re-release of Avatar. Not all was normal, though...the projectors were two trucks, and we were using computers, not film, as the source media, not to mention we were stationed close up to the screen, off to the left, rather than from the very back in our own little projector room.

About half-way through the movie, both computers froze up. We couldn't get them to do anything. My brother-in-law went to look for help from someone in the theater building, and I went to look for help by driving around outside. This actually was the majority of the dream; me just driving around, looking for help, when the traffic was absolutely insane. No one followed the road rules, and when there was construction on the road, sometimes the road would be closed and I'd offroad to go around it, only to look back and see that the road had been opened the whole time! It was the most frustrating drive ever...eventually I had to give up and head back, only I couldn't find a freaking parking spot! Someone had taken mine while I was out...and of course for the re-release of Avatar, the lot was full anyway. I ended up taking down a 'No Parking: Fire Lane' sign and parking there ()

On my way back inside, I ran into several people that I know. I don't remember what all they asked me about--just random things about real life--but I tried to answer fast and get back inside.

I got back in to discover that the computers still weren't fixed, and no one was able to help us fix it. The audience was starting to get angry, so we went at the computers ourselves this time...by opening up the hoods of the trucks and messing around with the engines.

I don't remember ever actually getting the darned things fixed, but oh well. I won't have to run any more theater projectors any time soon

The first thing i remember was that an old friend from middle school was having a birthday party at his house. I showed up and the house was already packed with people, some of them i knew, some i didnt know. I said hi to to my friend then he showed me some gross ass pictures of himself nude on his computer. (wtf) After being tramatized i went back to the party danced around for a little bit, then my school dean made an ancoment that it was time for pizza. I was the third person out there and he also announced this. I ate three large slices then returned inside. i decided i know longer wanted to be at the party so me and the host of the part started walking on the streets accompinied by his cousisn. It was then that his cousin told me that my f riend had cancer so we needed to buy him a gift. WE walked down the street and passed by different bikes until my friend found the right one, he pointed to this chopper kind of bike that said $200. I jumped on the bike and rode off not thinking i was stealing. I rode around and my dream turned into grand theft auto. I saw one star at the top bottom right of my view and saw a squad car soon trailing after my chopper. I drove lke a mad my through houses and fences until i crashed into a creek and my body went soaring for hundres of feet. It was then that the star went away and my dream returned to normal. When i looked up from the ground i realized i was on a grassey hil in the middle of the forest. I walked up the hill and arrived at a skate park. I started trying to hit people off there board and take it, but just tony hawk 2 i remembered, you cant do this, so in the dream i couldnt do this. Later a police women showed up and said i have a place for you guys to skate thats much better, just ride down the hill and go through this tunnel and youl be there. She allowed everyone to do this except for me cause she said i caused all that damage on the motorcycle. The rest of the dream became fuzzy and i woke up

19.08.2010

America's Got Talent and a Kiss (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was at my grandpa's house with my cousin. He was annoying me, so I lightly punched him in the head. He got really mad at me. I typed FCE on the computer, and it meant fuck. I quickly typed in other words to cover up the FCE. All of a sudden, I was walking down a path. Nick Cannon was announcing stuff about America's Got Talent.


I had another dream where I was kissed.

19.08.2010

The Big Box (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was downstairs in my house, and I saw a big blue box on the table. Apparently, it was for me. I went into my room for a while, but my mom knocked on the door. She told me she put all of the gifts for me outside. I went into the backyard and saw something huge. I couldn't tell what it was. I went back inside and went downstairs. A lot of my old toys were down there, and my dad was playing Minority Report. I told my sister the box was opened. We went upstairs and took a flashlight out of the closet. Pokeballs were on the top shelf.

We went outside and turned on the flashlight. Somehow, this triggered the sun to rise. One of the gifts outside was a giant ball launcher. The only problem was, the balls disappeared when they were put into the launcher. I also had some kid toy car thing. Apparently, it was worth a few thousand dollars. Other kid toys were in my backyard too.

I walked around my house, but I somehow walked around an apartment complex. I walked to my cousin's grandparent's house. My sister and cousin were sitting outside. His grandpa told me about these dogs that wave to people as they pass by.

Edit: This is a partial entry with one dream sequence omitted. See file 0818-0819; recall note: mall apartment, egg achievement, delivery man.

I've got a few fragments to record, unfortunately I ran into a problem wherein I woke up perfectly to remember them, thought about the dreams enough to crystallize them somewhat (or at least for sure the fragments I'm about to write down), but then I intentionally neglected to get up to write them down. This is something to work on overcoming in the future. I was reluctant to get up under the justification that it was sort of the middle of the work week and I was too tired to get up and write for a while to justify doing it. Plus some of the subject matter of the first one made me reluctant to bother to remember it at all (in fact, although I feel it's beneficial to write as much detail as I can remember, I'd still kind of rather any readers skip over this post). I would like to congratulate myself on the noticeably improved dream recall though, it's amazing what just a little effort can do to go a long way towards awakening at the end of dreams and remembering plenty of detail.

So here we go. As usually I'll try to keep it as chronologically in order as possible.

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The next one was a shorter fragment. I was with my immediate family. Everything seemed kind of retrograde; my brother was younger and both my parents were heavier as though it was before they both had gastric bypasses. We walked through a small junkyard into the waiting room of what looked like a car repair shop, but was apparently a combination car repair shop/walk-in clinic. Everyone sat down in a chair to wait but me; I paced around the room being annoyed and angry that once again people I'd known for years had nothing but contempt and disregard for my medical opinion. At some point I noticed my mother was missing a foot, and I thought, "Diabetes." Curiously, she was still able to walk fine despite the missing/invisible foot. She got up to ask the receptionist what was taking so long, she sounded frustrated, in pain, and desperate. She then went and sat down at a different spot. She was trying to partially cover her face with her coat, but I noticed she was crying. I continued pacing around and making mental notes about my family members until the dream ended.

One last quick note: just went to start breakfast and I remembered one more super short fragment wherein I noticed that the free expired 2-liter bottle of Dr. Pepper I brought home from work a few days ago expired in 1995.

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 walking along the left sidewalk of some neighborhood during the day; there was a flat wooden fence on my left, the road on my right, and then another fence. Beyond the fences were houses and trees. The road didn't have yellow markers on it, as it usually doesn't in my dreams.

Two of my classmates were walking with me. As we walked, two boys passed us on the sidewalk across the street, not looking at us. They were pretty fat! Both were wearing grey t-shirts and baggy jeans, and the one in front was taller than the one walking behind him, who was probably only around four feet. This guy in the back was wearing a brown baseball cap, and rapping or doing some weird thing. One of the people I was walking with came up to me and I recognized her as one of the people I don't like. I mentally questioned why I was with her, but I didn't become lucid.

She said pretty much out loud, "that guy's probably one to shoot you if you start making fun of him," and then continued to make fun of him. "Yo, yo, yo," she added mockingly in a deep voice, louder this time. The boys didn't even look at us even though she was shouting now.

Comment Dream Lucid Dream

Had a MILD-1 class again last night. When I woke up after only 3 hours of sleep I couldn't remember much from my dreams except for:

I'm in a huge imaginary city, together with a Highschool mate of mine. We're going to a festival, but I've got a broken bike and he's got sore feet from his rollerskates. Going strong >_<.

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This dream is from when I awoke this morning. Apparently I continued my previous dream.

The festival is over. My mate's gone and so is my bike. On my way home I encounter an old lady that can't seem to find her own home anymore. She tells me she lives in a street called the Bokken (which would translate to Bucks in english, the animals). I tell her I know where that is and lead here home. It felt like quite a time before we got there, but dreams can be deceivable like that. In the end we arrived at the Bokken though, a street on the bank of a gracht. I remember the entire scene had a yellowy sepia filter over it. On the bank were four copper alligator statues, but I didn't pay them much attention.
Fast forward and I'm a secret agent together with two of my housemates. We're still in the vicinity of the Bokken, but at a small public square. No one's there except us. I spot a laptop and a small beamer on a bench and walk towards them. As soon as I touch them I know this is a laptop from a female spy of our 'enemy corporation' and I decide to hack it. We're after an (unknown) item and this laptop could very well tell us where it is. It runs on windows 98 and takes a couple of minutes before I extract the information: that we need to infiltrate the house of this spy and retrieve our item there.
Fortunately, his house is very close and no one's home. We enter, go upstairs to her room and search for the item. One of my colleagues finds it and he leaves together with my other colleague as backup. I'm to remove our traces and follow them later on. Whilst doing that I hear she-spy coming home and going upstairs. The room has two doors and I hide against the wall of one of the doors. She-spy enters through the other door and I try to make my escape. She's too fast though and knocks me down on the head. Game over.

Fortunately I can try again (wtf?!). I find myself hiding against the wall again, but this time she enters through this door. I rapidly bash the door against her head and make my escape. Outside I find myself in a semi-lucid dream where I jump over hedges. I know I can decide what hedge to jump over. Sometimes the dream 'doesn't listen', but I do have the sense of control. Quickly lost that, though.
I reunite with my colleagues at the four alligator statues in the Bokken. Apparently we're to use the item in combination with one of the statues but agent H tells me it isn't working. I quickly check an online FAQ and it says we forgot to rub the statue with a special type of oil. We don't have that though and neither do we have the time, because the enemies have found us. It's time to prepare for the final battle. Slowly the scene around me changes into a psychedelic disco painting. Afterwards it doesn't make sense at all, but in my dream it was perfectly logical. People killing each other of to get that item, the environment turning and twisting around us. In the end, I passed away too and woke up.

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Missed dreamsigns:
- Me being a spy
- Dying and getting a second chance?
- The semi-lucid hedgejumping sequence
- The psychedelic final battle

Spoiler for Psychedelic Final Stage: