non-lucid

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.

8/14/10

Lately once again my dreams have just been coming real brief and basically nothing to document...But last night I had this weird dream and the scenery is what seem to stand out the most.

I was staying in a one level house there were shades on the window but no curtains and I was concerned about privacy.. I start looking around.. I notice children going in and out this home.. I look out the window to only see a dried up plain.. no other houses were in place. I also see high cliffs surrounding the left side of the house.
A woman tells me someone is coming by and she just told me to be calm about it.. suddenly police come around wanting to question everyone one by one. I didn't want to protest and I was scared ...reason I do not know...
The sun is shining in the house and the police are on this cliff just chatting.. so I try to put the shades down to block them from view.. One of the officers take one of the children and said he will bring him back..
I find myself not so worried about the officers .. the scenery seems to attract my attention. I go out the backdoor and to my left I see an opening.. tall trees on each side of the opening and what looked like one of those metal coverings ... ones that store owners pull down when locking their property for the night.
It was open and I start looking deeper into that direction.. I see a beach and dark water.. waves were lightly crashing up against the rocks..
..so I tell myself hmm what if the water rises it will consume the home.. I find myself outside of the house up a hill looking at this opening.. I look down at the house and see that it is built in some sort of ditch.. I don't know what to make of it...

Scene switches and I am in a car with a friend of mine and we were trying to get home.. I am driving but the car wheel kept changing as well as the brakes.. there were no windows on this car and strangers kept coming up to our car chatting.. I looked at my friend and told her we need to get out of here fast.
So a crowd starts to gather and I told her it is best that we ditch the car.. so we do and begin walking.. all of a sudden we see people running past us screaming telling us to run and get out the way...
I climb up the side of a building and see this huge ass wave as well as water following behind it just coming down the street.. I yell at my friend and tell her we need to seek shelter..
I start knocking on a door and this woman tells me she can't let us in because she is scared.. I tried to be as calm as possible explaining to her a wave was coming and if she could let us in.. she is scared and grabs hold of the locked gate on her door and says " I am sorry I can't I am scared to let you in.." I am getting impatient and told her to help us.. I begin to panic and even called her a bitch during the whole ordeal... this wave is coming closer ..I look above me and there is this metal balcony .. I was like " wow if this wave smacks into this balcony it will kill me immediately..
..I hold on to the woman's door and she sees this wave to and starts crying.. I started to brace myself holding onto the side of the building and the wave hit.. I felt the cold salty water hit me and even clog my ears which was weird..
..immediately the whole area is deep in water.. and I am still hanging on to the side of the building.. my friend was no where to be found.. and I can see all sorts of creatures moving under this dirty water..

That was all I could recall..

I don't remember much, but what I did remember was pants-wettingly scary.



I am walking down a street near my house. I em nomming on a brick of cheese.

That is all.

14.08.2010

A dog gets mad (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Finally a rested night after two nights of little sleep. I sleep through the entire night. This never happens to me because I was really tired. I woke up at 8 without recall, even more odd for me, I did not want to wake up with nothing, so I was determined to recall one dream. I did. Morning sleep saved my 3 month streak.

I was outdoors. It was sunny and I felt the wind in my face. I was in a big park, however, I did not see that many trees. I did not see a lot of DC either. I was alone almost in the middle of nowhere. I could see a metallic fence several feet away from me and some people beyond it.

A German Shepperd approached at me, so I placed my hand in front of his face for him to sniff it (I do this on waking and every single dog, even the most scared or aggressive ones like me) A few seconds passed and the dog started to bark and attack me. I did not move as I knew it was impossible for a dog to get mad at me. However, the dog kept barking and attacked me a few times, so I started to run and the dog followed me.

I left this park and I was next to the street. A rottweiler approached at me and once more I placed my hand. This rottweiler was a friend of the first dog that attacked me. The rottweiler kept sniffing my hand for a long time and he did not attack me, however, he did not ask to be petted either (like all dogs do in waking) He started to growl and he did not look happy at all.

I had a False awakening at home. It was a different place from waking. My parents were with me and four made up family, plus my two waking cats. I was in a bed with three kids. They were about 12-14 years old. One of my cats was in my pillow and my second cat noticed I awoke, so she jumped to my pillow as well and started to get comfortable. My cat said, "Please, pet me a little more before Mew kicks me out like she always does." I laughed and said to my wife (now she was there too) "I knew it. Finally Skitty protested about getting kicked out when Mew wants some love!"

I was about to get out from bed when the three kids I had started to say, "I grab silly people!!! I grab them! I grab silly people like Marc, I grab silly people like Ismael Serrano! I grab silly people like you!" Two kids were grabbing me and it was hard to get away from them, but I did.

I went to my living room and my mom was mad. She said, "McDonald's again for breakfast! I am not cooking!!!" I was surprised because we never went to McDonald's for breakfast. She said, "We did not buy paper towels so we cannot have breakfast at home!" I saw a roll with no paper towel. I threw it to the trash, went to the bathroom and washed. I then went to the living room and I sat at the table. I wanted to make sure I wrote that the scenario with the dogs was a missed dream sign and I did not turn lucid. I saw a few small colored papers with notes for me. One said that they would miss me, other one said to me to have a good flight. There were some blank ones as well. I remembered that I had to fly all the way from Europe back to home in California and I was not looking forward for such a long flight. I woke up.

Missed dream signs:
- The dogs that got mad at me. (In waking a dog NEVER gets mad at me. I approach at them, they sniff my hand and they like me. Even dogs with traumas from puppy age like me)
- That odd family I had.
- One of my cats talked.
- My mom saying we were going to have breakfast in McDonald's due a stupid excuse.
- Thinking about lucidity within a dream.
- I was in Europe when I never left home.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Talk with the dog and ask him why did he attack me.

I remember very little.

1. I got a demo disc that was supposed to have Gears 3 on it, but when I started it the only thing I could play was Skate 2.

2. I was building two giant water slides. One out of ice, the other out of fire. (there's that fire again. I have to realize that fire is obviously a dream sign for me.)

In the first dream I was doing something (but I can't remember what), and started to realize that it was odd (I think it was a FA, and I was getting up and doing something). I then realized that I might be dreaming, and so I did a RC to confirm, and I was lucid.

I can't remember what I did at first, but I ended up in some restaurant at the upstairs of some building, sort of like the dining area at TR. KA and some others were there. I decided to try to persuade KA that she was dreaming to see her reaction:

"KA, you're dreaming!"
"Oh, that's nice."
"No! I'm lucid! Wake up! You're in a dream!"
"Huh?"
"I said you're not in real life!"
"Um okay then?"

At this point the dream faded.

The next dream was mighty long. I was with summer camp again, but yet there were people from school and some teachers too. We were going on a long trip. We had arrived at some cabin. I had gotten bitten by a few mosquitos, and one of the bites really hurt. I asked the teachers/counsellors if they had afterbite, and they said they didn't, but maybe they could go get some from a nearby store. I told them that I would pay for it if they could get it for me.

Then we ended up on some bus or train.

Later I was at the "school" again, though it wasn't my school at all. I had apparently brought my little guitar, and I was searching frantically for it. Once I had found it I carried it off with me and into the building. It was a grey and white colored scheme, mostly concrete. I went to one of the top floors. There there was my big guitar, and I started fretting over it, and totally forgetting that I had the little guitar. Then there were some more guitars, one of them purple, and I admired it along with some other guys around it. Then we were apparently supposed to go to music class, but I wanted to play the purple guitar. So as another class entered the room and my class gone, I was still playing the purple guitar. When they had settled I started to rush off to the music room with my own big guitar and hoping that the music teacher wouldn't be angry at me for being late.

Then I briefly remember being on the highway with my grandmother in the car.

Then we arrived at a Nofrills and we bought some food.

After that I had a FA where I woke up and decided to make a milkshake with fruits in it. I poured some blackberries and some other random berries and grinded them with food processor. It turned out a bit watery, but only half of the glass was full, so I could add other things. I thought about how ice cream would make it thicker, but I didn't have any of that. Then I thought that maybe bananas would thicken it. We had two left, I thought. I remember grinding it up and seeing the peel lying in it, but that was the end of the dream.

Dream starts off in a light temperate forest by a rivers edge. There is a Japanese settlement by the water's edge at the bottom of a cliff. Most of the people there dress in traditional Japanese clothing and are miner's and fishermen but lately they have been complaining about wolf sightings near the settlement and claim that the fishing huts are being raided at night by the wolves.

I am sent in with two other people to search the forest and do an zoological study of the wolves and alleged behaviour but we search the forest for many days and find no sign of them at all. When we tell the Japanese settlers this they start claiming that they are being haunted by ghost wolves. That same day active but undetonated bombs are unearthed around the village, leftovers from American bombing during World War Two. The village shaman says that the spirits of these hidden bombs were what the villiagers saw as wolves. The people believe that they will no longer see the wolves now that the bombs have been removed.

My team and I are not convinced that the wolf sightings were just apparitions and search the forest again. We split up to cover more gorund and in the middle of one sunny day I am on a mount or a hill or something deep in the forest when three grey wolves appear and surround me on the hill.

They do not growl or otherwise threaten me but also do not let me leave, blocking my path whenever I try to back away or run. They do not speak to me directly but I sense that they are trying to communicate with me somehow. I use my digital camera to take pictures of the wolves and after I have done so they finally back down and disappear back into the forest.

I contact my collegues and we reconviene at the settlement but when I try to show them the images I captured on my digital camera, my camera will not work despite having a new battery in it. My collegues said that they did not see any wolves themselves but felt that they were being followed.

I cannot remember anymore of this dream.

Dream starts off at Lake Whittaker, the trailer park my parents frequent in the summer on the weekends. There is a forest behind their trailer and I am there with my mom having an argument about shopping or something. She said she was going to take me shopping for several weekends but when the time comes she makes some excuse and never follows through.

We argue for a while and she finally agrees to take me shopping and we follow a path through the forest behind the trailer that leads to an outdoor store selling mainly office supplies, but also some dollar store odds and ends. I become upset because I am pacing the aisles looking for something specific and cannot find it. My mom is getting upset and wants to leave but I absolutely refuse to leave until I find what I am looking for, which turns out to be shoes and accessories for my Barbie doll (even though in the dream I think to myself "I'm almost 30 years old. What do I need Barbie doll shoes for?")

After paying for the toys and returning to the trailer I become upset again because the shoes we bought were the wrong onee and I want to exchange them but my mom has had enough of shopping and tells me that I have to go exchange them myself. I walk back along the path to the outdoor store and find it deserted and many of the aisles are a mess like someone has been violently rummaging through the items and tossing them about.

I decide that I am just going to leave the old package and take the new one when just then I hear things being scattered about in one of the far aisles. Upon investigation I find a large black bear knocking things off the shelves and scattering things about. It is growling and foaming at the mouth but thankfully doesn't see me because it's back it turned. I run towards the path in the forest but that catches the attention of the black bear which then starts chasing me.

A dryer maching has appeared in the middle of the forest path and I jump inside of it and slam the door shut. It is sturdy and thick enough that the bear cannot get inside and it eventually loses interest and takes off into the forest. I slowly and quietly make my way along the forest path trying not to draw attention to myself lest I come across the bear again.

The path back to my parent's trailer seems much longer than before and in the middle of it a wide, shallow river has appeared. There are minature houses built along the water's edge and a waterfall nearby. On the path across the river I see something dark lumber across and think it is the black bear waiting for me so I throw myself into the river out of fear and let myself go over the waterfall.

The dream ends there.

No lucids last night, but I wasn't actually trying that hard for another one yet, anyway. I need to get my recall fixed up first and foremost, else there's not much point in going lucid, since I won't remember the experience anyway

Again, I didn't remember more than one dream, but the clarity of that memory has noticeably improved. All the same, since I don't have a ton of time and the dream was a pretty simple concept, I won't go into much detail about it.

I was sitting in my basement with a dissected Wii remote laying on a table before me. I was messing around with all the parts, modifying them, attaching them in new ways, etc. When I was done, I had created a motion-based controller that relied only on hand motions. I strapped the device onto the back of my wrist like a bulky watch and then was able to use it just by pointing different fingers or moving my hand around.

I'm very tempted to do that IRL. Like I said, the memories are pretty clear, so I remember how I did it in the dream, and I'm confident it would work. The creativity of the sleeping mind is rather cool