non-lucid

Had a short dream wherein I copped out and bought Starcraft 2. Was trying to play Zerg but was suffering from some annoying connection issues. I was also annoyed because in the dream version you had to pay in game currency to play practice games.

Also, the apartment I was in was different. The common area was similar, but outside was also different.

I was on another planet. I think it was Sweden (but in a planet, lol). The world was actually larger than Earth, but it seemed to be more curvy (what the-). There was some distance cliff that I could see on the horizon that looked about 5kms away but was actually 12km. I was pointing this out to Tobias and I was saying that we should travel there some time for fun. He agreed that we would do it soon.
I said something in Swedish and it was correct. There were some old women there that had just read the ads for promoting Sweden. This made the women thirsty, so upon entering my house I gave them some water. I spawned the water. My mum was there, telling me that I didn't need fancy cooled fresh filtered fridge water, but just tap water or whatever. They seemed grateful for it. (Hahahaha wtf!?)

My family and I were vacationing in Hawaii and staying with friends of the family who I didn't recognize. They were two brothers and one was named Burt. The house had no windows (I remember it being unusually dark as well), ugly brown shag carpet and wood panel walls. It seemed more like a basement but I never left the house so I couldn't tell. As you entered the house you had the living room, straight ahead was a bedroom the far right corner had a hallway, the bathroom and another bedroom. I don't recall seeing a Kitchen.

For some reason I spent a lot of time alone in the house while my family would come and go. At one point everyone was back at the house eating dinner and I was angry about something and began arguing with everyone. I stormed off into the bedroom connected to the living room. Burt came after me and at first he was angry at me and threw a glass bowl he was holding at the ground. I remember it smashed and something sticky splashed on me. At first I thought he was going to hit me but instead he grabs me and we kiss. I felt a very strong connection to him at that moment, almost like I was in love with him.

A moment later we break apart and two adults (who I believe were suppose to be his parents) came in and told us we couldn't do this here, which I thought was weird because we were both grown adults, they also told me I had to leave. So I was getting ready to leave when someone told me I couldn't leave unless I got an item from each member of my family that was important to them. I remember collecting something from 3 of them. My sister was kneeling over a chest taking things out of it, she looked like she did as a child (maybe 12). I told her about my problem and she seemed reluctant to give me anything. After fiddling with a box in her hand she opens it up and spills the contents of it onto the floor. Taking an eraser from the pile she hands it to me. Next I somehow end up on a hot air balloon with my brother. I remember watching a beautiful sunset and telling my brother about my problem. He seemed very concerned and hands me a balloon he was holding. For some reason it felt like he was handed me something he cherished greatly and I felt touched by the gesture.

After that I remember being back in the house. My father is lying on a fold out couch in the living room. I tell him about my problem and he kind of laughs it off. After a moment he hands me something (I don't believe it was anything that exists in the real world). He says he got a new one so I can have it. As I turn around Burt passes me to leave, I remember his facial features changed drastically as I watched and I didn't seem to be bothered by it at the time.

After that I remember I was packed and ready to leave. I was standing alone in the living room when the door opens and everyone rushes in carrying two men. One I didn't recognize but the other is Burt. Neither of them are moving and they start trying to resuscitate the one I didn't recognize. I remember standing over them anxious to know what happened but all I remember is someone saying that he hasn't been breathing for 30 minutes and their was nothing they could do, but they keep trying to help him anyway. I look over at Burt whose face changed again and now is wearing glasses. He opens his eyes and smiles at me. I have this feeling that he is dying and start to cry begging for someone to help him because I love him.

Everyone ignores me and a moment later I wake up.

My Interpretation

I remember someone mentioning that seeing someone change faces could mean that you feel like someone in your life is being two faced. I didn't recognize nor do I know anyone named Burt, but I read that you shouldn't focus on what the person looks like but rather how they make you feel. The feeling I got when I was around him reminding me of my boyfriend so it may be that Burt was suppose to be my boyfriend and maybe I feel he is not being completely honest with me. I don't believe this is true, but maybe I am not seeing things as they really are.

Seeing my sister as a child could mean that I have some childhood regrets on my mind, or perhaps I wish to return to a time with no responsibility. It could also mean that I see my sister as immature and needing to grow up. This I am really not sure of.

The balloon(s) I believe have some significants. I know a balloon can symbolize a feeling of things spiraling out of control, but it can also signify a goal I am trying to reach. On top of that a hot air balloon can suggest that it is time I overcome some depression or obstacle in my life. Though I feel like the lighthearted atmosphere and the gift from my brother might give it a different meaning, but I can't imagine what.

I don't know what the ending might mean, if anything. Maybe someone can give me some insight?

16.08.2010

Parallel World (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Well, my new business stuff is still in my subconscious. It was hard to impossible to take it away from my mind last night, but I am happy, its bringing a lot of good stuff for waking. Two dreams:

Second:

I was at target checking my mail. I got a letter at the evening, which was supposed to be delivered in the morning. The letter advised me to visit from 3pm to 6pm. It was way later when i read the letter.

The letter taught me how to go to a parallel world. My wife has been in that world and she told me she was tired about it. She did several challenges there and she could not success at one that had to do with zombies. I was excited about going to this world.

We teleported to this odd world and an elf greeted us. He told us stuff about that world. He explained to us that it was a similar world to the dream world. I saw a chess board with all the pieces on it. I grabbed the queen and drop it off, it did not act weird to I though that gravity was normal. He told me that to leave, we had to play a very old school music player and the music would teleport us out. In order to go back to this world, I had to mount a Cu-cu clock. We exited this world and I was thinking about when I could join back in. I was happy.

We were back at Target and we had to set up all the stuff again. I mounted the clock and my wife, mounted a Wii. The Wii was supposed to be placed on one of this stands that Game Stop uses to display the Wii. My wife connected an Ethernet cable to launch the Wii online. She checked the e-mail (without configuration) and I received an e-mail from a company. I was surprised about that.

Missed Dream Signs:
- This parallel world.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Explore that odd world.

I woke up at 6am this morning and struggled to get back to sleep for about half an hour. This dream seemed to last hours but in actual fact must only have been about 15 minutes long at most.

My grandapa was with me in a kitchen that I don't recognise. There is the table and chairs from our kitchen in there and the floor is stone. My grandpa is looking for an onion and asks me to get him one. I'm standing in the street which in the dream I equate to being outside my work, but I'm not, I'm not sure where it is. I walk down the side alley at the side of 'work' and I'm in my mum's back garden. There's a shed there and I go inside.

Leonardo DiCaprio is in the shed and I'm not even mildly surprised by this. He seems really upset. He walks towards me and puts his arms around me, giving me a kiss. We walk hand in hand into my mums house and back into the strange kitchen. My sisters Amy and Emma are there, along with a strange boy that I don't know.

I go over to the laptop on the table and start browsing for something. Then I pick up the bit of paper beside me and it suddenly becomes the laptop monitor. My gran walks into the kitchen but she's lost her mind. She's shouting random rubbish like 'mum!' and 'maw!'. This about breaks my heart seeing her this way and I walk over to her and kiss the top of her head.

Suddenly my little cousin Jack is with us. We're out of the kitchen again and in my mum's living room. Jack is sat with the wreckage that used to be the laptop. I get so upset because the laptop was my grans. The screen is completely broken and Jack snatches a part out of the back. My mum twists his ear and tells him what he did was very bad.

I am in the hall outside Emma's room, where the dogs normally sleep. Leo is back, only he is sobbing and I give him a hug. My mum is watching from the living room. I notice the absolutely pristine white tshirt he has on. "Let's go to bed" he whispers in my ear, once he's calmed down some. He goes on ahead and I start to go to my room.

As Im walking, the scene around me changes and I'm in a big drawing room with peach walls and carpet. Some boring, snotty guy is droning on about the room we're in and which king decorated this particular room of Buckingham Palace. I get fidgety and bored and start playing with the lever beside me that seems to open and close the window behind me. It's more a winch than a lever, like the king you would use to bring a bucket up from a well. I open the window but it's too cold, so I try to close it again. I break the handle off and everyone is looking at me. I sheepishly hand over the handle to someone else to try to fix for me. The scene shifts again.

My gran has fallen down the stairs and dislocated her arm. My Auntie Kathleen is going to pop it back in and fix it. I know I'll be sick if I watch and my dad agrees "I'll be sick" he says just as I walk into the hall outside my parents room. In the dream it must be my room because I can see Leo lying on the bed waiting for me, still looking distraught.

I close the bedroom door behind me as I walk into the bedroom. I climb into bed beside him and snuggle up.

Damn Alarm Clock!!

I was an artist. Of more than paint and more than words. I created through raw imagination. I would focus on a canvas and a world would be created inside. My worlds were dark and frightening. My gallary was called "Hell". You could enter through the door but simply opening it was not the way in. Opening the door and stepping through it brought you to just another static gallary of paintings and poetry. You had to make an offering to enter Hell. You dip your fingers in the holy water and instead of crossing yourself you spread the water on the door and listen to it sizzle. Then the veil becomes sheer and Hell can be entered.

I was trapped. Surrounded by fire. My friend--Cordelia?--made it through before the ring was complete. I'd been here before. I could abandon the poem and run through the fire to the other side, to safety. But not this time. This time the poem had to be completed. This time I didn't know I was reading or writing. "I am Milton," I said. "No you're not," pleaded my friend, "Just jump through the fire!" "I can't," I said, "I must complete the poem." The fire drew closer and there was no longer any hope of escape.

In the back of my mind I felt an angel turn its head from God. It tore itself away from the Kingdom and descended upon me. "No," I thought, "Not forever!" but it was too late. The angel took me downward and we descended into Hell.

It was sort of a continuation of a dream, where in a past dream a new friend of colleen’s was trying to kill us off one by one, it would start out with her asking if we want to see this movie on her computer. When it came to her asking me, for some reason I knew what she was trying to do and as she flicked the lights off and asked, I would say something like, “no thanks, I don’t wanna see it.”

Another dream that seemed to be a continuation was swimming in clear blue water with colleen and possibly a boy where we see dolphins, then they disappear and we see sharks. Later on in my dream cycle, when several dreams have passed, I find a camera where I had taken underwater photos of the dolphins and sharks, and thought “why haven’t I put these on facebook yet?”

At one point I was helping Whitney clean out her stuff from some sort of church basement or storage room, and I thought “wow I’ve been moving a lot these days.”

At one point I was helping Colleen move I think, and I had this weird car that I forgot I had the key to. It was raggedy and beige, almost like a very mini pick up truck, it changed forms by the end of the dream.

I almost got married to a darkishly tanned Mexican guy after knowing him for a few days. He was not my type nor was I very attracted to him. When the day came for the wedding, I began to feel nervous and knew I was going to call off the wedding. As family and friends were sitting in the church, this is when I noticed that I was not only marrying this Mexican guy, but I was marrying two other girls as well. Catastrophe broke out as we all realize we are not getting married. I was the only one to walk down the aisle and apologize to our family and friends for wasting their time.

We took a bus from Maryland or Delaware to another part of the state. Once we began to arrive, I noticed on the floor painted signs saying things like “this way to Uganda” and I asked aloud, “We’re this close to Uganda?” but someone assured me that we were close to the airport to Uganda.

We go on a school trip somewhere, with the high school. Then when we get back I get locked in my old havre de grace high school. All of my things are there, not just things I brought on the trip, but everything I own. The entire time I seemed to be in some type of struggle, but I didn’t seem to be trying very hard to get out either.

My mom was driving the car crazily with me in the passenger seat. She turned the corner too fast, and the car swerved into a ditch. We were on an island that was like a strip of land that went through a lake. On the strip of land there were beautiful, rich houses. My mom put the car into reverse and I noticed that there was a lovely, green and blue tropical bird sitting in the water near a lily pad just like a toad would!

The house we pulled up to was HUGE and it was a light yellow color. Leading up to the driveway there was a large arch, the same color as the house and when the driveway stopped an enormous pool began. I think we were staying there for just a few days.

While my mom tried to find the keys to open the door, an old lady in a night gown ran up to me.

"I was almost afraid to even tell you, but while you were gone they completely bugged up this entire house!" She said, out of breath. After she said that she looked around a few times, in a state of paranoia, and then ran away again. What was her deal?

My phone vibrated, and I got a text from an unknown number. The text read:

We are watching. If you make one move wrong, I have people here to correct you.

My mom and I stepped inside the house and got comfortable. She asked if I wanted Italian for dinner. I sang the Numa Numa as I went up the staircase and I got another text warning me...

A police crossed out something with a red marker.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

I was playing a Mario Kart game on DS with my brother, except it wasn't Mario Kart DS -- it was a new game. The controls were messed up, L or R to power slide then the opposite shoulder button to initiate the speed boost. It was awkward and I was complaining about it sucking really bad.

I also recall there being really hard to see short-cuts on the track we were playing. It was extremely frustrating.

The dream started to change in to a physical race on foot. I was no longer holding the DS but an active participant in the race. There were a few people I was aware of also racing. I recognised most from different periods of my life.

I was running through a castle themed area. I remember stopping and hiding to ambush the person behind me. I had some kind of tray or disc, strangely turquoise in colour, and I jumped out from behind a wall and hit them with it.

I raced up some steps and overtook someone ahead of me. They tried to stop me, but I avoided them. I recall that I was now on wooden rope bridge over some water. It wasn't very far, and there were other rope bridged around. The water was very oldskool video game looking: opaque blue and pixelated.

Finally I recall reaching what must have been the end goal. It was a room with containers built in to the walls on either side. It looked like the inside of some kind of temple. I wasn't the first here, but I learned that it didn't really matter. I had to open a box with a number on it. More of a game of chance it turned out. There were low and high numbers.

I saw J, a hot girl that went to my secondary school. She was next to largest number. I walked over and said I was going to open it. She and the others in the room were shocked. I understood that the higher the number the higher the risk that whatever was inside was more dangerous, but also the higher the potential reward. I felt like injury or death might await. I was trying to be daring though.

I opened it. My vague recollection is of reading some instructions inside on a small brightly coloured scroll. J was also helping me by explaining something.

I either woke up or just can't remember the rest.

¡Single Sentence Sizzler!®

16.08.2010

The One Where I Play The Piano (Non-lucid)

★★☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

Not convinced of our abilities, Jeremy Clarkson, one of our instructors, forced me and the one other pianist in the orchestra to compose three separate, complex pieces on the spot using nothing but our pinkies; the music we created was beautiful, exciting, and inspiring, yet also morose and haunting.

All I remember is something about people fighting in an arena. That's it.

Commentary || Lucid || Non-Lucid
I went to bed at about 11:30. Set me alarm to wake up at 5. Go figure, I woke up at 4:50. I went to sleep and recalled two dreams.

Dream 1

I was teaching this girl how to fight. She had an attack which required to be charged up. When she finally released it, the Earl (from the anime D.Gray Man) was gone. There something about here attack that resembled an octopus that I didn't recall.

Dream 2

I was staying at some hotel at some camp. I was staying with my brother, and we hung out at the pool several times. I recalled some events about a car (My Aunt's? Maybe some Dream Residue here because she visited my that day). It was red with a red/black custom interior. We were then in a library. This black guy sprayed some spray (pepper spray?) at my face. I got mad. My face felt warm and I couldn't see. I started swinging at the guy. After I was finished, I saw I had beat the crap out of him. I avoided him for the rest of the trip.