non-lucid

1. My brother and I, both living at my research station, have started a band called "Acid Warning." We're preparing for a big concert and are trying to recruit as many audience members as we can before the show. We take a break from practice to go watch TV with our dad. The first show is Jeopardy, and after we finish, Alex Trebek himself comes by the room and just laughs at us. We are nonplussed and continue watching, this time seeing Dr. Who.

Afterwards, Mom joins us, along with a professor from the station and his wife. Subtle, barbed insults are exchanged between the adults, making my brother and I feel very uncomfortable. We exit, but soon the parents follow us. Dad orders us to leave, saying that he can't stand to spend another day here.

2. My brother and I discover a website with every N64 game ever made. We hook up the computer to the TV and start to play; I start off with Pokemon Snap, but he soon changes the game to Star Wars Battlefront.

July 25. 2010
6 Dreams Recalled
Non-Lucid

1.
Me and my friends are at this Amusement Park place, walking around. There was this one ride where you free fall, and land through hoops in the air like when you throw a basketball into a hoop, its the same idea. We went on the ride to see what it looked like, and when we got in line it was closed so we left.
2.
I am strapped to some kind of luggage in a dead moss covered field. There is one person there telling me that a plane is coming to pick me up. In the distance I hear a plane. The plane crashes into me, but this is how I am supposed to go on the plane, and I ride harnessed with the luggage on the plane with a rope. Not inside the plane but outside. Then we fly off.
3.
I'm in a train station now, with two of my good friends. We walk off the train station and the room turns into a 6th grade hallway. We walked down the hall and kept bumping into little 6th graders, and they started to punch us. We just kind of pushed them off and kept walking. We walked down a staircase, and the room resembled a basement. It turned into an interrogation room somehow, and we sat down in chairs, that didn't happen to be there before. My friend pulls out a bowl, with weed already in it. For some reason he pulls out a spray can and starts spraying the weed in the bowl. He tells me he does this so it bunches up better and it smokes better or something like that. He starts to light, but the dream ends.
4.
*Dream Fragment*
I'm in a hotel walking with random girls, that I don't even know in real life, and we just walk around and do stuff I don't remember.
5.
I am now on a bus going to a championship meet. The buses windows are full of signatures of other people. The people there are from a championship meet that is supposed to happen two weeks after the one we are going to, so I was confused. I talked to them nonetheless and did not find anything wrong. The bus stops, and I go to sign my signature on the bus.
6.
*Dream Fragment*
Escaped some kind of trippy place with people chasing me, and I have to cross waterfalls with icebergs and stuff. Don't remember how it went.

7-25-10

Woke up around 9:30, realized I had only slept about 7&1/2 hours, so I went back to sleep for about a half hour. I woke up and remembered my dream. It wasn't a long one. I was in a dark Doom 3-like room, circular, with 4 'corners'. Type O Negative (Pete included, even though he's now deceased) was playing in the center of the room. They were playing prelude to agony as trites from Doom 3 poured out from underneath vents in the sides of the room. I killed the trites off with the shotgun. After they were all dead and the intro was almost finished, I went into one of the alcove corners and up 3 or 4 stairs. I turned around to see Type O was much closer with half-empty stadium seating. Last thing I remember is Pete pulling a name out of a hat... it was one of my friend's names who I had looked up on facebook last night. I remember she got excited and stood up. That's it.

First I dreamt that I was a sheriff or something and I was talking with someone about a gun, I then appeared outside a friends house who was nearly shot in the eye with a pellet gun when we were kids. Me and 2 friends were hanging outside his house and then a bike started riding around us it was a mixture btw. a KTM duke and a KTM 990, because we were talking about which screen to put on if he got it, my brother was suddenly there (probably because he has a 990) and we looked at his bikes screen so that I could get my point across to this DC. We then started to go inside the house to go fetch my friend we wanted to influence him to come to church with us. Inside the house I got in an argument with his mom for judging her (I remembered the time she was talking about as if I had dreamt about it). The friend that came with me changed into his pyjamas and then came and lay down on the couch.

I woke up and wrote some of this down, had a pee and a quick argument with my wife about waking her and then went back to sleep.
I had a false awakening and because I had been RCing every time I woke I did again first I looked at my hands and they were blurry and weirdI became lucid!!!! I blocked my nose to make sure and it felt freaking awesome, I could feel the wind blowing over my and as I breathed for some reason but it just felt cool. The room was very dark and unclear so I tried stabilizing by looking at my hands. I didn't use voice commands because I forgot that it didn't matter if I woke up my DC wife. I got out of bed and just wanted it to last even if everything was unclear I concentrated on staying calm. I walked around to my wife's side of the bed and thought what the hell payback time for getting yelled at. I rubbed her breasts and she woke up complaining that I woke her. I reassured her and we had an intimate encounter (can't kiss and tell even if it's only my wife's DC). It did feel amazing though like only the very best sensations of sex like maybe close to a continual orgasm. I got to excited before I was finished and woke up.
The whole thing felt like it lasted about 2mins from the time I woke up.
I was so excited that every-time I fell asleep and started dreaming after that I was immediately lucid but woke up straight away, it was really annoying.

Later I dreamt that I was having a party at my buddies house and his mom brought as cake and food and stuff. I knew most of the people there. There were some random conversations and eventually I had to leave my car was parked in so I had to move my other friends car, I scratched his wheels on the curd but didin't tell him. I left and the dream faded.

thank god this one turned out ok, that would suck to have a rape dream. anyway, im in this apartment, or hotel room, and im investigating a possible future rape. its all detective like, and im the detective. theres some sort of paper on a counter in front of me, and i see a knife on it, positioned just right to make some letters appear. i move the knife and i see the word "RAPE" among other letters. i then hear a walkie talkie say "hes in there, hurry!". i run into the next room and theres a blonde woman being held by a muscular bald guy, my subconscious is so stereotypical lol. this is where it gets strange. for some reason, to stop the bad guy from raping her, i have to throw around a plastic bottle of some sort of spice as hard as i could, and pretend it was the rapist. apparently it worked! the blonde woman thanked me, and we sat down on the floor. i then was looking at the bathroom, and we went over to examine the bathtub, which was weird. there was this space at the corner, to catch escaping water from the tub. before i saw the corner, she was like "where does the water go.....?" i looked, saw the corner, and said "it goes over the side...." wondering how she couldn't see it. then, her date came back from wherever he was, and i said something like "well, i'll leave and let you two get back to whatever you were doing...", implying sex. i think they were prom dates or something, and the dude had a hotel room. i went over to the other side of the room and grabbed my shoes, which were apparently off the entire time lol.

Key:
Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

I was at my deceased grandmother's house with J and S ( c ). We were going to watch all six Star Wars movies twice over, and we did ( c ). My deceased aunt was there too, just milling around and giving us food ( c ).

When we were finished I couldn't find my shoes. I was angry that someone had stolen them ( c ).

My parents were there and told me to get in the car and forget about my shoes. I carried a giant cardboard tie-figher outside ( a,f ). Instead of a car my parents had a strange thing that was like a tie-fighter wing ( c ). We had to get inside it, but it didn't make sense because it was pretty flat. The frame could be moved around to let people get inside, which I did followed by my dad then my mum ( f,a ). Then my dad closed it and it shrunk back into a flat shape with us somehow still inside... ( f,c )

Like the title says. I don't even like Star Wars, so it's really weird that I would dream about it.

25.07.2010

Flying Around (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is my first decent lucid dream, so it was pretty awesome for me.
I don't think i was completely lucid, because i didn't really realize that I was dreaming, and I didn't do a RC. I did have some thoughts about dreaming, but I don't remember what I thought.
So I wasn't completely lucid, but it was very vividand I had some control, so it must be awesome to be completely lucid.

I don't remember how the dream started. I was in my house with a guy who knew everything about controlling myself in the fantasy world. I concidered myself more in a fantasy world than in a dream.
I was in my house with a person who could go to the fantasy world whenever he wants. He knew everything about fantasy, and living and controlling yourself in it. I think I was locking someone in a room in my house. I didn't like the person, and the room doesn't really exist IRL. The room was a little bigger than the toulet and it looked old inside with a wooden desk. I went outside to my garden with him. I felt free like I had control. He went to sit down in front of our garden house, while I tried to fly. It worked, I was flying around above my garden and the trees behind it.
I landed and I tried again. This time, I was more making big jumps than I was flying, and it wasn't as high as when I was flying. I wanted to jump higher but I couldn't. I yelled "higher!" It worked for 1 jump, then I jumped pretty low again. (The jumps still were 3-4 meters high) I asked the fantasy guy what I should do, but I think he didn't answer. I was still jumping, and while I was in mid air, I decided to use pyrokinesis. The fantasy guy had changed in a sheep. I tried to make a circle of fire around him, but instead he ran in circles while there was fire behind him that completed the circle. Good enough. Then I wanted to show my mom the pyrokinesis. She was standing at the door. I had a memory of her saying never to use pyrokinesis as a rookie, because I might not be able to control it and turn the dream into a nightmare. I still did it because I knew I was only in the fantasy world. I made some fire in front of her. She put out the fire. (I was still hanging in the air by the way) There were some other plants also burning, on the other side of the window. I said it because she couldn't see them from where she was standing. She said I had to wait because she can't do it all at the same time. Then I came closer to put them out myself. Here it was already less vivid. The big window was open, it's a window that you can walk through. I saw some fire in our living and started to panic. I said we had to put that fire out first.
I woke up.

I didn't mark this dream as lucid because it was only semi lucid. I used the words "fantasy world" because I knew what I did there was not real, but I didn't realize that I was dreaming.

I was in the Australian bush somewhere, there were wide flat rocks with trees and we were elvated a decent amount above ground level.
I was on holidays with two guys and two girls. We were going to leave the girl there to do something. I think we had bikes, as well.
Somehow I was making this Indian brown curry, and I was looking at what to do and I was fairly confused about some of the steps. I had to make this third sauce (I'd already made two) and one was to be made out of the "simple sauce". Either the recipe or my sister said that "It should be obvious which one is the simple sauce. It is this one because you can leave it aside to cook whilst you do other things." This recipe wasn't by my sister because she had adapted it from somewhere else. I think I was checking my facebook and I got it from her there, and then I was also posting about it there.
The people I was on holidays with this Indian guy I have on facebook kept on asking me questions about it, even though I was as clueless as them, because it wasn't my recipe and I was starting to get annoyed about this.

And then zaga and elwebbaro were also there on facebook. I couldn't find him before because this time he spelt his nick as elwebaro instead of elwebbaro. SClause was there on the streets, but Dom wasn't. I guess it was France and Sweden and Australia all at the same time.
Suddenly I was there and in a month they were going to have a performance so I went to the preview for it. The street looked like St. George's Terrace, and the performance place was on the left if you were looking in a westerly direction.
It was a solo act, with a guy with a guitar singing stuff in French. And then after the performance someone was talking about how to get into the venue; the security devices and stuff.
These security devices have some great features. It used to be that you just gave them your drivers license or whatever, but these days they had eye scanners and face scanners to see if it really is you in the driver's license photo. And there was one device they recently installed where men could see "IF THEY'RE WEARING A GREAT PAIR OF WHAT YOU WANT", and although at this point it was showing a picture of these saucy, knee-length boots, I'm pretty sure it was talking about breasts . And for the most recent installation which is the most controversial of them all, you can see if they have recently committed suicide or not! Lol o_O

24.07.2010

Wife behavior triggers lucidity (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Well. This is my lowest night since several, several nights. I went to bed very late and woke up very early, I sleep only around 5 hours and I still managed to grab two dreams. One is a small fragment, and the other one, a lucid.

Second:

I had a false awakening in my room. I was with my wife and she was nude. My wife told me she did not need sex anymore. There were two more female characters and I asked to them what was going on with my wife. One of them told me that she may had other sources.

One of the female DC pulled a vibrating toy. It was hidden under my wife's pillow. We realized the reason that my wife needed no sex anymore. I felt bad about it, but got over it quick. I was looking for my dream journal. While I was looking for it, the issues with my wife came to my mind again. I wanted to talk with her about it.

I found my DJ. It was made out of gummy bears instead of regular paper. I could see some letters on it but it was hard. I started to write down my dreams and it shattered in several pieces (each gummy bear was separated) The DC helped me to put them together and I tried to write my dream, but the pen did not want to work.

I ran to the computer as I was afraid that my dreams were going to be forgotten. I saw my wife and it came once more to my mind the issue. I started to wonder why did she used such toy if she always has been happy with me. I reality checked as I was unsure that it could be for real. It was definitely fake. I had no thumb and two fingers were fused into one. I looked at my hand for a second time and it was fine. I jumped. I reached about a couple feet of heigh and I landed in slow motion. I left the room and walked downstairs to the living room. This house was not my waking house. I saw a big old school window and I decided to leave. I always fly in my lucids so is what I did (I rarely walk) I flew straight to the window but I hit the wall and bounced back.

I said to myself that I could easily go through the window. I flew into it again and flew through it. I could hear the glass shattering as I started to go through. I saw the pieces of the glasses falling being me.

I was flying over a big forest. The trees were big and they appeared treacherous. I realized that I was in a small island, surrounded by a lake. I could see a huge city after the lake. As I gained height, I saw that it was sunrise. I saw all the buildings with their lights on and the freeway getting crowed.

I looked up in the sky and I saw a huge and beautiful moon. I decided to fly towards it to meet with WakingNomad and company. As I gained more height, I felt passing through the big trees. While I was gaining height, I woke up. My wife's clock rang. Time to wake up to drive her to work.

Missed Dream Signs:
- The FA.
- They very odd shape of my wife's vibrating toy.
- My DJ was made of gummy bears.

Dream Signs noticed:
- Realizing that my wife would not act that way in waking.

Reality Check performed:
- Hand check.
- Gravity check.

Ah I just remembered some fragments of my dream.
BF was reading something when he suddenly told me that he loved me. :/ Especially now that we'd been hanging out more, LANing and whatnot. I think I told him that nothing could ever happen between us because I did not like him back in that way.
Take note that he did actually like me back in 2007, but I am pretty sure that he wouldn't like me now.

1. My brother and I are at a theme park that seems to be based on world War II. As we walk along, our eyes are caught by what looks like an indoor mini golf course. When we enter, however, the attraction is a kind of real-life platformer. Fiendish puzzles of moving boxes are suspended above pits of water or water colored to look like "lava." It takes a lot of time and creative thinking, but we clear a bunch of levels together. Eventually, however, we reach the final stage, presided over by a cigar-smoking wax statue of General George Patton. In this stage, we have to carry a box of supplies over a very unstable path of floating and sinking boxes. I empty my pockets, knowing that I'll probably fall. They have my real-life every day carry in them, including my wallet, cell phone, keys, and Swiss Army knife. My brother and I then start to carry the boxy, but soon we simply give up.

2. I'm exploring the University of Tennessee in a kind of Space Station 13 style setup. The dream is set during a Latin convention, so the place is crowded, and I get up to a variety of hijinks. Highlights include leading a round of spiritual songs on the dance floor, climbing up recently painted ladders, tracking my friend H's little sister, and causing sonic annoyance on the football field. Lots of activity, but little in my notes.

3. A suit clad woman is driving a car of research station students back from a movie. The scenery isn't rural at all, but instead a kind of cyberpunk corporate hellhole. She convinces us to make an unnecessary fast food stop at a White Castle, and we enter the drive through. As we do so, however, she nonchalantly says "By the way, you're dreaming." I realize that yes, I am, but having a DC tell me straight up is enough to snap me out.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

Bus Brawl

I was a kid again on the school bus ( f,c ). My friend M was there ( c ). We were arguing, I think. I beat him up quite badly ( a ). Everyone I knew on the bus was angry at me. I went to talk to the driver, and saw that it was M ( a,f,c ). I made fun of him and everyone was mad at me again ( a ).

I was really upset, but didn't want to show it. I lay down on one of the seats and closed my eyes. Everyone was getting off the bus and I sat up and turned to T in the seat behind. He said he was getting off too, even though he was always the last to get off the bus and it wasn't time for him too ( a ). I got the impression that nobody liked me very much.

Shootout

I was just a spectator, and not present ( i ).

There was a large open area. It was somewhere industrial. There were three groups of people. A group of three or four were in the centre of the wide open area. A group of two were couched by a wall, and another group of two were hiding just around a corner.

Shots were fired. The first group of two were aiming their weapons at the group of people in the centre. However, I thought I noticed that one of them was pointing his gun to his right which would have been towards the other group of two people. In the other small group one was some guy lying on the floor, and the other was Patrick Stewart ( c ). He was wearing a blue jumper with a high neck and a black blazer type jacket. He had a silenced pistol pointing at the large group.

After the hots were heard I saw Patrick Stewart had a bullet wound he wasn't expecting. He had shot someone in the central group. I could tell that he was wondering if he had been shot by one of them, but he examined the wound and determined that it must have come from his left somewhere.

I remember looking at a map view of the scene with the people expressed as dots. However there were no landmarks of the surrounding scene. The dots were being circled, and I felt like I was trying to figure something out ( i ).

The part where Patrick Stewart was shot replayed, but I knew it was a replay ( i ). I thought to myself that it was a cliffhanger and it would be revealed that he was shot from the left by the other gunman ( i ).

07/17/10



The castle is light grey stone, bleached white in the moonlight. Spires reach to the stars. Atop the tallest tower, Debra Morgan stands looking out over endless mountain forests.

This is fucking ridiculous, she thinks. Of all the people to be kidnapped by a mythological creature, she should not be playing the damsel in distress. She's a cop, for Christ's sake.

She takes a breath, straightens her long, flowing (fucking impractical, is what it is) dress. It's silk, flowing patterns of blue and purple, glowing in the moonlight. The harsh notes of an organ drift across the courtyard from another tower. She frowns, humming along with the melody.

She hears her voice being played back to her, a recofded message. She stops humming, startled, and the voice stops. A slow smile forms on her face, and she starts humming the tune that the Beast is playing on his organ. She hums and listens carefully to the instructions her future self is giving her, letting a grin form. This plan just might work.



I'm a reaper, recently deceased. I've always wanted to leave Ixburg, and I was just shy of graduating high school. Now that I'm dead, I basically have sole dominion over the entire area's dead and dying.

My family moved out of our apartment block soon after my death. I get the place for a discount. Nobody wants to live in that particular suite anymore. I'm running the place for the new owners, a profession that gives me the flexibility to gather the few souls that suffer freak accidents occasionally.

For a retirement town, there's not a whole lot of death here.

Rube shows up around the corner of the shop in the back. He asks how I'm doing. I say that all I want is to get the hell out of here.

I'm jumping on fenceposts where the shop should be. I see a ten foot post and I jump up from the ground. I'm suspended in the air for a moment, and I force the dream to let me land on the four-inch circle.



I find myself in the middle of downtown Halifax. Barrington is a pedestrian only street. I feel ridiculously ashamed of my bare feet for some reason.

I take off to the south end at a sprint, enjoying the feel of running barefoot. I take the boardwalk, heading for my apartment.



I'm working at a table at some kind of convention, minding my own business, when a girl suddenly attacks me with a sword. I take a glancing blow to the neck, fall with it to avoid more damage. I pick up the short sword that was sitting beside me on the table as I dive for cover. I bring the sword up over my head as the girl strikes again. We fight.

This is a game. Damage is taken, and I slice open the girl's scalp. She hardly notices. No one loses until they surrender. I switch my sword for an axe on the table. I preferred the sword, so I switched back. The sword is knocked out of my hand and I rush the girl, tackling her and pinning her to the ground. She gets her hands out somehow and tries to struggle away, but another quick move has her immobile.

I fumble for my sword. I hold the blade to her throat, and rasp, "Do you yield?" She grins and concedes victory to me.

I'm outside, by the Halifax clocktower. The grass is green, and I look over the Vancouver harbour.

An orchestra is playing outdoors, under the blue sky. I take a breath, and allow the music to wash over me.

Now, what was I supposed to be doing?



A group of people are camping near a lake. Getting out of a car, they bicker with each other. Ron, Hermione, and Draco Malfoy are all members of the group.

Malfoy is concerned about his haircut (blond and spiky). He thinks it's just great the way it is, but they've been camping for so long that he's starting to need another haircut.

Ron can cut hair, but Malfoy doesn't trust him not to mess it up on purpose.

The Beast. Scare Factor: 4.

I'm at a BBQ joint called Joe's in my hometown with my brother. I remember thinking this was odd because we don't hang out much.
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We are in Baskin-Robbins, which I know is next door to the Joe's, though I don't remember how I got there. I walk around and sample some flavors. I see a cake ordered under the name "Miss-the-Kiss" (?). I finish my ice cream, throw away my trash, and even pick up the trash of some other people (I used to work at an ice cream shop, so I suppose it was some sort of act of solidarity). I exit out onto the street. As I walk back to the Joe's I run into a group of elderly black men. We stop for a moment and do the what's-happenings and the hows-da-familys; though I didn't recognize the men, I felt as if I had known them my whole life. I get back over to Joe's and there is a big crowd out in front; I found this strange, since Joe's would never be that busy. I looked inside through the window's on the street, and the inside of Joe's had changed dramatically. It now looked like a hip 1940s bar lounge, which I thought was pretty awesome. I see that Joe's now has an NBA Jam arcade machine as well, which I thought was equally awesome. I eventually realize that the people are outside because Joe's is closed for the night. At this point I begin looking for my brother, but I'm having trouble finding him.

My title: Fundraising, my brother, A. character, and Joe Dream

Fragment:
I am in a home, in the downstairs.
My brother and his friend, let's call him A., are selling something, trying to raise money for a fundraiser. They come and talk to me about it and think they're really clever because they have created this rectangular 3 dimensional box and I think it is made up of many different colorful 3 dimensional objects. I think this has a lot to do with the collaging I've been doing in my waking life because it looked very similar to a collage. They have made a small, plastic case in which the number five, 5 has been printed and in which there is a zipper on. This is where you are supposed to place your five dollar bill and they believe to be very smart in their strategy because now they can make a large sum of money very fast, supposedly. They plan to go door to door with this. That is when I open the door to go outside and see the neighborhood I'm in.
A family friend Joe D. was in my dream, as a character, but not for long.

There is a little girl in this neighborhood, she has a dress on and she is with a much younger girl. She wants to kiss someone in a cute, innocent, little girl way.


There was a bridge like an area in Chicago, Bridgeport where I've attended a party with friends and was walking in the dream just like I had been walking a summer ago at night, very drunk, trying to find my father's car.

I felt like I could have become lucid very easily and this dream stayed fresh for a while. I have been having lots and lots of reality checks lately. I feel like I could have a lucid dream any one of these upcoming nights now.