non-lucid

1. I was hired by my 9th grade history teacher to make chocolate-dipped fruit (???). I started making chocolate strawberries, while he make apple pies. He left for a little bit and told me to continue working. Instead, I left and went driving around the city. Little did I know he had spies throughout the city that were tracking where I went. Once I realized this, I quickly went back to the house, but I got lost and couldn't find the kitchen. I ended up in the library of the house, and there were zombies there. Then I remember something about a roller coaster and monkey bars, but I don't know anything specific about that part of the dream.

2. I was standing outside of a castle where Skindred was having a concert. As I went near the castle I realized that it was a dream. The whole dream was just a blur anyway, so I knew that there was no point in even trying to get the dream to stay lucid. I rubbed my hands together, but it didn't help.

I am at a party. There are half naked women making out. I find this a little odd, and annoying for some reason. I leave and go outside. I am a futuristic city.

There are couple dressed oddly making out. One is a huge Samoan man in a green dress, and a little White woman. Air cars fly by... some strange alien creature hops past and grins at me...

Okay... Am I dreaming?

I pinch my nose shut, yet I can breathe.[COLOR="blue"] I am dreaming.
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[COLOR="blue"]Of course I am dreaming! Of course I am dreaming! I fly up into the sky. I am above the ocean. Hmm... what should I do next? Aha! I am going to fly to Angel and visit her in a dream! I fly toward the horizon. There is a beautiful storm cloud about to rain in front of me, lit up by the setting sun. It is amazingly detailed, orange, blue, grey, white, pink... Wait, I am flying west. I should be flying east to her in Florida. Okay...

I turn around and fly the other way. The storm is in front of me. DOH. This storm is in my way!

I look up. I see a hole in the sky forming above me. Oh, right, well, nothing between me and the Moon. I'll fly there and see if I can meet Raven. No, not fly. That will take too long. I can teleport. I can teleport! Right. I can teleport to Angel. I close my eyes and think of my girlfriend. I open them. [/COLOR]

I am in bed. Awake. DOH! :doh:

I am in my husband's office trying to tidy it up and keep finding little leather covers for cell phones and other gadgets. I am then in another office which I do not recognize from RL and cleaning out a low cupboard.

I am in my old childhood neighborhood in England. I am driving correctly on the left side of the road and realize that the road I am on has been changed since I was last there. There is a filter to go left but I want to go straight ahead. As I am in the filter lane, I illegally go straight ahead and am stopped by a female cop.

I am out of my car talking to the policewoman and thinking about how I can get myself out of getting a ticket. I look closely at her uniform and realize that it is strange looking. All the badges are very faded. It suddenly occurs to me that this is a fake cop and I walk away while she is talking and get in my car and drive away.

I should have known I was dreaming when I realized it was a fake cop.

I am at work with my friend Jill. It is an office/shop that I am not familiar with. The boss is there. I believe that he has left and I am saying something bad about him when Jill indicates to me that he is still here. I am worried that he heard what I said but he does not react so I am relieved.

Jill and I are then sitting at a square table opposited each other having lunch. The table is in the middle of the street. The same boss then comes over to the table and tells me that my car has a flat battery as someone left the lights on. I remember that I loaned my car to someone and am mad that they have flattened my battery. I go with the boss to a garage where my car is and he opens the hood. I ask him if he can fix it.

I remember two, probably related, segments, but my memory of them is a little limited so we'll see how much I can remember as I start here.

The earlier segment I can only seem to remember a few random image of. It was like some kind of futurey sandbox FPS scenario. I remember it was night for the duration of this segment, but it was that kind of movie or video game style night where it isn't really night but everything has kind of a dark blue filter over it (except where there's lighting). I remember seeing gray metal husks of tanks and fires all over streets. I was moving from place to place, destroying vehicles or robots or whatever I perceived as an opponent I guess. I'm not sure what my motivation was or what I was trying to do. I remember at one point I discovered a new way to take out some vehicles and was trying to describe it to an outpost of humans/allies but they were refusing to listen so I left them. I remember a segment where I was moving down a large bridge, with vehicle wrecks everywhere, sorta vaguely L4D2 style (only at night and no zombies).

The second segment was similar. There were two outposts of human survivors whose outposts were on an upper level. These two groups made up two Team Fortress 2 teams, the one I was with had a yellow outpost (and appeared on the minimap in the lower right corner of my vision as yellow), which was just kind of a crowded camp with people wearing mostly yellow clothes, and must have been the blue team since my opponents on the lower level were mostly wearing red. Everything on the minimap was represented by small, colored triangles, yellow and green for the outpost bases and control points, and gray for uncaptured control points. The other team had a green outpost (and was correspondingly green on the minimap) and was apparently the red team. On the lower level was kind of a Doom-style research outpost where most of the action took place. There was three objective locations arranged in kind of a triangle formation on the map that we were fighting over. In place of the usual TF2 characters, it was real-looking people just pretending to be the classes. I was a spy, and playing decent, but being constantly frustrated that my backstab was rarely working. I didn't have an actual spy's knife in my hands but I did the backstab animation with my fist and it would only work occasionally. There were a handful of players, both men and women. I remember there was a spy-girl with the spy's mask and blonde pigtails who would spawn and I'd keep following her and killing her because she wasn't very good. There was a larger guy with a red shirt on who was apparently a heavy. He was running around doing stuff and ignoring me as I tried to kill him. I backstabbed him and he said, "Okay, that's one." and I apparently understood I needed to do it twice to kill him but the second stab refused to work. Towards the end I somehow got to see the green outpost and I remember thinking it looked way cooler than the yellow one; for one it was green, there were light green lights everywhere and the people there looked like a cult, in green robes worshiping a triangle or pyramid thingy that was hovering a little ways up made out of the light green light. I remember a little ways before it ended it transitioned into what seemed like some kind of preview trailer for this little dream game where two people were discussing features; the one that one of them highlighted was how sometimes a third team would enter the game, something that was represented by another team (though I seem to remember it was the same color of green) popped up on the minimap and a line moved from their base to the outposts.

A lot of triangle imagery in the second segment.

1. I was playing Minecraft or something.

2. I was at Daniel's place and something musical was happening. I had a giant iPad (probably ~1m x 60cm and awesome fun) and I was covering songs on it in a cool electronic way using some program.
When I tried to leave the house, I couldn't find the iPad so I was sad. Some game I was playing on it was like one of those take-care-of-stuff simulation games, IDK what to call it but it was like you played as a girl in some world and had to buy clothes and stuff lol.

3. I was in Sweden and staying there for a couple of weeks before uni started. It was thunderstorming.

Me and a bunch of other teens (only a few I know) board a coach bus to go to school, which in this case is a diner in the middle of the country. I notice a douche-looking guy at the back, and I feel that I know him and that we have a rivalry. I remember being in the second floor of my school, but then being back in the diner.
That night me, another guy and another chick go to the baseball diamond nearby, where we spot a fat nerd passed out in the bushes, and we are afraid that he is awake and watching us. The baseball diamond transforms into my room, where we are all partying. We are all pretty drunk, and I see Kyra who looks incredibly sexy making out with some short guy. Ali C also comes up and starts hitting on me, but I just ignore her. I am socializing with all of the girls mostly because they are all really good friends. I ask Kenzie, "Remember when we used to be best friends?" She just looks at me strangely because we never really were good friends, and I know it's just the dream talking.
The next day is really short, and I only remember seeing someone run out of the diner from an overhead view.
On the last day, the douche guy is glaring at me on the bus ride to the diner. I get up and start to walk down the aisle. On my way I kiss a raven-haired girl on the back of her neck as if I am a lover going to his final fight. At the back, I grab onto a pole like they have in subways and start talking to the guy, trying to make peace with him. He argues that he wants to fight me because I'm in love with his girlfriends, and I know it's true. The scene then cuts out to a golf tournament in the diner's backyard. A middle aged fat black man is awarded a new set of clubs for "Best Homemade Golfing" (This made me lmfao after the dream.). He had difficulty shoving them in the trunk of his sports car convertable, and then discussed whether the top should be up or down with two blonde milfs in the car. Even though it was cloudy, they chose top down, and I sort of agreed with their decision.
It started to feel like the last day of a vacation with people you met who you would never see again. I went through the diner and opened up the door in the back of the kitchen to where three guys were sleeping. I felt really bad about waking them up, because they were trying WILD and had their alarms set to 10:30a.m. I told them that everyone was leaving, and they seemed like they wanted to go too, but they were too tired at the moment. I went back to the entrance of the kitchen and asked Kenzie if she had seen Bri around. She said, "The only people left are us and the girls from the Rusty Boot." She pointed at three girls (one was Natasha) sitting on stools at the bar who all looked really haggard. I remembered that the Rusty Boot was another diner near this one, and that they were the owners of it. I felt really bad that Bri had already left, as we were best friends.

15-08-10 1: Very fragmented. I was riding a bike through Hornslet (the town in which I was raised). I am having a conversation with my mum and wonder if she thinks the petrol station will be completely removed, underground tanks and all. I keep riding my bike and at a point, right next to the old Music café, I ride extremely close to my grandfather on my father's side. I ride so close that I end up on a trailer made of egg container cardboard. He tells me with disappointment in his voice that I shouldn't drive as reckless as I am.

2: An old friend of mine (Asbjørn) was at my house playing Starcraft 2 on my old computer and me on my own. We are very close to starting the next semester (now we don't even study together so I probably should have noticed this). We somehow non-verbally agree that we shouldn't take the semester too seriously and focus on playing Starcraft instead. We decided to try and link up the computers, but have trouble finding a network cable long enough. This we eventually sort out by moving the router with a longer power cord instead. There is a shift in the dream and I am now on a bike and I am thinking about actually applying myself for next semester. I notice a trailer parked in the middle of the road and I wonder when a car will find it a nuisance. A car drive up from behind, but makes a turn before the trailer becomes an issue and I notice how the garage opens up with a guy behind a bar. I keep biking and speak to a friend's mother about how difficult it is to bike when you have just returned from summer holidays.

15.08.2010

Eight (Non-lucid)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The aerial surveillance camera pans quickly and zooms in, tracking the movement of eight military transport jeeps as they blaze through the pine forest, kicking up light brown dirt into the air behind them.

"Eight?!" says a voice. Was it my own? "There are supposed to be nine. . . You don't think he. . ."

The boy, Achilles, stood before us, as his men removed the dark burlap bags from our heads. He begins talking gently to us, still trying to win us over, but the feigned kindness quickly turns into malicious indignation as he remarks on what all of us have already noticed.

There are only eight of us.

What happened to Crazy Tom? Abandoned? Left for dead? That's certainly what this scumbag wants us to believe. . .

I have to know the truth. So, when Achilles finally finishes his tirade and turns to leave, I make my move. Toggling Super Jump I leap into the air, higher and faster every second. Still airborne, 150' up, I turn myself back from whence we came and start the search for our comrade at arms.

Traveling at speeds in excess of 200MPH tends to get you places quickly. Soon enough, I spot an opening in the trees. I know this is where I'll find Tom. More than that, I know Achilles set a trap here. Still, that's not going to stop me.

Setting down, I immediately spot the remains of a crashed and burnt jeep, but upon further inspection I fail to find any corpses. Determined to locate some kind of evidence, I venture further into the forest, which quickly turns to swampland.

A woman's laughter echoes behind me. Could this be the trap? I ponder as I whip around toward the source of the surreal sound. There, in the pale moonlight, amidst the moss covered trees was indeed a woman, and she wanted me to follow her.

She takes me to a thin veil of vines under a large fallen tree that has created a natural archway. Beyond the green mess I can see movement and activity. It doesn't take my curiosity long to get the better of me after the woman passes through the gateway. Cautiously, I make the plunge.

The dark swamp is now a resort, with people everywhere, lounging about and in the many clear watered pools. Something is off. A sinister presence becomes apparent as several of the 'guests' and the woman from before slowly circle around me, moving ever closer.

Shaking my pitchfork at them, I shout, "What have you done with him! Where's Crazy To--" Lethargy strikes me as I feel a sharp prick on my neck. The swamp-woman is biting me, and there's nothing I can do about it. I feel drained, helpless, but it doesn't hurt. . . No. . it actually. . . feels kinda. . . go--NO! With a burst of will, I right myself and try to shake her off, but the other guests take their bites, too. . . latching onto my flesh. . . I really am helpless. . . aren't I. . ?

No. . . My struggle is weaker this time, and last only a moment. The power they have over me is remarkable. Most of me wants to give in and enjoy my demise, and the part that wants to fight, to live, is quickly fading. . .

I die, willingly.

My later dreams were typical 'forgetting to go to class and having work build up' and like sillinesses. (I missed two classes by my logic professor, Leah Savion.) Earlier I had a bunch of epic dreams. At one point my face looked like my friend Brienne's, and I was at a dinner table trying to avoid someone who was trying to marry me or somesuch. So I took off some headdress-veil and my face became longer and more masculine (like my real-life face). I didn't, however, identify the faces as belonging to Brienne or myself in the dream; that's how they look to me in retrospect.

I was in a car with Robby. Driving and using a GPS. It was a road trip. Same road trip as before? We pulled off so I could find a restroom. Were were by the ocean. This part of the town zig-zagged up a hill.

There were many shops, restaurants, and bars by the ocean. It was tropical, breezy, and full of beautiful people, includin gmany young women in bakinis and tiny shorts, all deeply tanned. Needless to say I liked the place. I suspect it was the very same city I visited in the last road trip dream when I looked out and saw the lights sparkling on the water.

I could see that there was a public restroom near the top of the hill so up I went, taking in the scenery, the scent of banana tannin goil, and the joyous chaos the whole way.

After the restroom I saw some people salsa dancing. There was a girl in a bathtub. She was fully clothed. No idea why she was in a bathtub. When the salsa song was over a good 12 bar blues piece came on. I profered my hand to the girl in the bath and we started dancing. In the bath. In heels. I realized at the end of the dance that she was wearing a coat. Strange for this weather. I asked why. Turned out she had there arms. All fully functioning, but the third freaked people out so she hid it. "It's very painful," she said.
"Because of the immobility?"
"No, because to hide it well I have to dislocate it and tie it down." She showed me her third arm.
"You know, that could be really great for leading."

The dream shifted significantly after that. The girl became a blond male musician with long hair. I was in a group walking down a mountain. The blond man was arguing with another man about the pros and cons, as a musician, of having three arms.

Then we were in a thrift shop and the blond man was a Philippino man with his hair (still long) died dark red and in two braids along the side of his head. I put a hat on him and he undid the braids. Last Saturday the Philippines had been taken over by another country and he'd lost everything. He was very upset and we were trying to comfort him and acquire items to meet his basic needs. Furniture, clothing, etc.

Why am I dreaming about people with three arms?

Me, Taylor, and what I think is a CPU are in a race to the airport. We are in in cars that steer like Tron Lightcycles - they only go straight and turn 90 degrees. I am driving through an alley between a convinience store and a short wall, and get stuck because of crappy controls. I make it out and we're on the highway, with me in first. When we get to the terminal, I accidently take a right on a road that goes underneath the airport, putting me in second as I see on the minimap. At this point the steering controls are back to normal and I am able to get back to the terminal before the CPU, eliminating him from the race. We park and then spawn inside on the second floor, with my flipflops off my feet and beside me on the ground and Taylor's shoes on the other side of the floor, about 10 metres away. He kicks my footwear off the balcony and onto the floor below, making me mad because I know that if I go back for them I will lose the race, and if I don't I will lose them. I run and try to kick his off too, but he already has put them on. He starts walking through the airport casually, and I chase after him, punching him as hard as I can but he doesn't seem to feel it. I try to make security notice by yelling, but they don't seem to see me. I wake up very stressed and annoyed.
This was a pretty short dream but I rembered alot of details. Also, I think we were in the same terminal right before this dream started.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

I really wish my recall would get back to some kind of consistency!

Tree Beard Fragment

I was looking in a mirror. I noticed that by chin and neck were made out of tree bark -- roughly in the area where my beard grows. It was all cracked and browny-green looking. I felt slightly shocked and uncomfortable.

I had this brief dream the night before last, having just shaved my beard off a day earlier. It's really weird going clean shaven after having a beard for a few years -- although it's obviously even weirder in my dreams...

Windows to The Other Side

I was back at secondary school. C was there, and I think L, and we were standing near the main gates. There was a strange light coming out of nowhere and engulfing the area. There were spirits of some kind that we could see. It was some kind of portal or window to a spirit realm or so I figured.

It ended and we went to another location in the school where it happened again. We gathered around it and watched. It happened several times in different places, and each time more people would come and watch what was happening. I spoke to M outside the canteen and explained about the strange spirit portals that were appearing around the school.

The next thing I recall is entering one of the buildings. I was going to a math lesson, but wasn't sure where I was going. I walked to where I thought my classroom was and looked inside. For some reason I decided it was the wrong place and went up the the first floor instead. The first floor of the building was wrong: it was actually the first floor of the art & technology building.

As I descended the stairs I started shouting at the people who were entering the building. I felt really pissed off. I walked in the the classroom I had left before and realized that was actually where I was supposed to be.

I sat down. The room was configured a bit differently from how it was in reality. The teacher, Mrs. H, was asking if people had done their assignments. I knew I hadn't bothered to. I had very mixed feeling of nerves and getting in trouble and extreme defiance. Eventually she asked me, and I decided to go with defiance and told her I didn't give a crap.

1. I'm sitting in my college dorm room, wasting time on my computer. On Youtube, I find a claymation music video for "Master of Puppets." Cliff Burton is playing the guitar lines on a bass harp, which I think is incredible. I watch and call some friends over, but they don't seem to get that the video is claymation! I notice that one of the professors from the research station whom I dislike greatly, Dr. McK, is hovering over one of their shoulders. I wake up and try to record this dream, but am too tired to do so (false awakening).

2. I'm browsing TV channels in a hotel room with my mom and brother. Soon I come across a black and white film that appears interesting. It's about a very attractive MILF who tries to seduce two young boys. One of them falls deeply for her, but the other retains his honor with great difficulty. During the film I have to leave to go to the bathroom, but I try to hold it too long and end up shitting down my jeans leg. Mom is embarrassed to watch the film with us but doesn't ask to change the channel.

3. I am inside a fighting video game set in Wisconsin. An evil mastermind has stolen a McGuffin and is holding the entire state hostage. To defeat him, I lead a three-person squad in hand to hand combat from a third-person perspective. An avatar of me is the head of the squad, and I hold back no punches in the fighting. One of my foes, a huge strongman, seems to wait until he's badly hurt before he starts fighting hard; he says this is the only way to be "fair." After I beat him, I find two magic blocks of wood. They seem to work like magnets that I can turn on and off, and they grant me the power of flight. I reach a huge elevation and see the mastermind's lair in a green tower at the edge of the horizon.