non-lucid

First. I barely remember this. I was outside of my house which I don't think was really my house. I was calling on my cell phone to get help I think. I dialed three different numbers and none of them connected to anyone.

Second. Many parts. I was at a high school. In a gymnasium. I was I guess in gym class, but no one was wearing gym clothes. We were playing tennis. The net wasn't a tennis net... it was a volleyball net. I had my racket and it was very strange trying to serve over this volleyball net. It's ok, though, we were all having some trouble with it. This girl I used to work with, Borderline, was there. (Andrea and I call her "Borderline" because we think she has borderline personality disorder. She's kind of crazy and we suspect she has a crush on me.) She was on my team and was showing me her outfit which consisted of cream colored pants with almost lime green Adidas stripes down the sides and the same color scheme on her shirt, which was covered up by a cream colored sweater. On the other team's side of the net, there was a cd player like mounted into the wall. One that you could see the cd spinning through the glass. For some reason someone on the other team changed cds and put ICP in. I've never been a fan of the Insane Clown Posse, and was kind of upset when they put that cd in. As it was spinning, it was a black cd with a red cow skull that was I guess singing the lyrics or maybe just opening and closing its mouth.

Next thing I know, I'm in the locker room and I'm trying to find Borderline's locker. I had somehow found her combination somewhere and I felt like she was hiding something from me. Her combo that I found was 1-2-20-20. I was confused because I had never come across a combo that had four numbers, let alone any even numbers. I found her locker and some girls were telling me I'd better hurry up before Borderline came in and caught me trying to get into her locker. I was looking at the lock and the red arrow that you line the numbers up with was off center. All the other locks were normal, though. Well, Borderline came in and caught me. She was really mad and I tried to give her a hug to say I'm sorry, but she refused.

Next thing I know, I'm in a classroom and Borderline's there. She has this evil grin on her face like she's up to something. I get this wave of horrible feelings washing over me and I have to get out of there. I feel like something bad is going to happen. Everything turns into slow motion. I get out of my seat and make my way for the door and it takes forever. I run down the hallway to the door that leads out of school and on my way out, still in slow-mo, I have my hand on the door handle and there's an explosion in the school and it blows me out the door and over a tall chain link fence that's situated to the right of the door as you're going out of it. I grab onto the fence and hang there, stuck to it on the opposite side watching the school blow up. Everything was blown up except for the gym and the locker room.

Next thing I know, I'm back in the school trying to get back into the locker room. I guess since the school had just blown up, I needed to get my stuff out of my locker and go home. There's a teacher telling everyone to hurry up and get their stuff out. In order to get back into the locker room, I had to fit myself into a hole that was blown into the wall that was about five feet wide and two feet deep that was about three feet off the ground. I went to look for Borderline's locker again I guess for evidence that it was her that blew up the school. Her locker had moved. There was a note on it that said so. And A had a locker there, too, that was two lockers underneath Borderline's. (This is weird because A and I never went to school together.) I found a piece of paper that had combinations on it and one was 1-2-2, but I don't know whose locker that was for. Someone was talking to me as I'm looking in like every locker I can get into and I see that they have a book titled "Discovering Disasters" or something like that and I wrote down the name of it. SO I'm looking through all these lockers and finding hoodies. All different colors and styles and brands, and I'm thinking that their owners are probably dead, so I should take them. Then I decide not to. I clean out my locker and leave.

I walk out the back of the building and see that there is a building project going on. They are making a playground attached to the back of the gym. I'm distraught about this. There are tons of kids playing on it and I see that it's not safe. This is by far the largest playground that I've ever seen. It's like city blocks big. There are hundreds of kids and I want them all off this playground! I'm running around telling them to get the hell off this playground equipment. There are tubes to crawl through and slides and monkey bars. The tubes start falling apart. One kid was falling out of the tube he was in and I caught him and he just crawled back in the tube. These kids were not getting off this playground equipment come hell or high water. It was like it was life or death to them. And all their parents were sitting in benches talking to each other and acting like nothing was wrong. I see two black guys and they look like they're realizing that they need to help me get these kids off this brokedown playground. SO I crawl up onto this stuff and find a slide and I go down the slide after like six kids and the slide turns into a tube. Then the tube starts constricting. And flattening. One of the guys was following me, and he asked me if my name was my name. And I was like, how does he know my name? So now... I'm stuck in this flat tube. I have my legs sticking out at the bottom, I almost made it out. I'm yelling for someone to grab my feet and pull me out, but they can't move me at all. They call the rescue squad and cut me out of the tube. I get out and I'm still trying to get these kids off this playground. I'm yelling, "I've been in that tube for two hours and you're *still* on this playground?!?!"

Next thing I know, I'm walking down the sidewalk with someone telling him he should watch Family Guy and to pay close attention to Stewie, he's the one whose head is shaped like a football.

I'm so mad. I slept so badly last night!!! I had pieces of dreams here and there and one that I remember but was stupid and non eventful. And weird. But I'll post it anyway. I suspect that it might have something to do with the diet Dr. Pepper I had last night. I never drink diet soda. Who knows, maybe I'm just looking for a scapegoat.

Something about going to a bookstore. I work at a bookstore IRL. But I was going with this guy Phil who was in my computer classes like two years ago and I haven't seen since. I don't even remember what was so important that we needed at the bookstore. I remember that it was an hour away.

Then I'm in the kitchen at my parents' house. I'm getting some ice cream for a bunch of people that are on my back porch. IRL it's screened in, but here there's just a roof. There are some people eating cake and ice cream and as I'm scooping the ice cream out, I realize that it's just a solid brick of ice cream, not even in a box or anything. Then, my neighbor from across the street John comes over and he's all fucked up. He said he was in a motorcycle accident. I thought this was strange because it's my next door neighbor Randy that has the motorcycle, not John. So he was like bleeding still and had a bandage on his hand like it was all wrapped up. And his face is all bruised. And he sits down and my dad's at the other end of the table and John and my dad start discussing how fast he was going and how many RPM's he was up to.

Then I'm on a school bus. I'm watching my other neighbor from across the street Alice, who has graduated college already, get off the bus at a bus stop that is on the opposite end of the street from where we live. Someone sitting in front of me and I are like spying on Alice. We're trying to figure out a way to get off the bus and follow her without her realizing that she's being followed. I wish I became lucid so I could have done December's basic task!!! It's ok, I still have ten nights to try.

To be honest, these are really two dreams, both of which occurred last night. I was attempting a WBTB after about five hours of sleep, but apparently I woke myself up too much, as I only really fell asleep twenty or so minutes before I had to wake up. I'm pretty sure both of these dreams happened in that twenty minutes.

I'm driving on a road which is under construction, slowly passing in front of a mansion. I get the feeling I've been driving in circles, watching this mansion for a good while. However, any time I stop my car, the security cameras positioned around the house 'watch' me intently. Even when I try to hide, I can tell they are still watching. So, I drive around the loop in front of the house one more time- I remember one stretch of the road went down a rather large dirt ravine in a tunnel, before sharply pulling back up. Finally, however, I park my car out of sight, crawl under some leafy bushes, and peer through a minuscule hole, escaping the notice of the cameras. There appears to be some sort of party going on in the mansion, and several nice cars are parked out front. Making a decision, I run out through the front gate and steal a limo that is parked out front. As I start to drive away, I notice two things: a man in a pink bathrobe surrounded by several other people, shaking his fist at me; and a group of security guards closing the front gate. However, there appears to be a hole in the bushes surrounding the mansion, which I drive through, making the security guards jump out of the way at the last second. I drive away, security in pursuit, and somehow manage to get my limo flung up into the air, with me inside. (This was after driving up the side of the ravine mentioned earlier.) When I land, I take a much smaller, more practical car, and drive away in it.

I didn't realize it then, but much of that last dream was probably inspired by Grand Theft Auto IV, a game which I own, even though I haven't played it in a while. This next was is relatively more simple, but seems more vivid in my mind. I would say I had this one after the GTA dream.

I'm going back to school the first day of my sophomore year. I'm taking a zero hour class, so I'm at school an hour earlier than most people. My zero hour class is chemistry, which interestingly enough I've already taken, and I know all of my classmates, but not the teacher. We do this class on computers, but I don't think we actually do much, saying this is the first day. Next, we have homeroom, but I don't know what room I'm supposed to go to. I get by the library, where the class listings are, and find my name. However, I also realize that I have no shoes on, even though I did earlier. I retrace my steps, and locate my shoes in the stairwell. I finally go to my homeroom at the guidance office, where a bunch of other kids are waiting, saying that the door is locked.

Key:
Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i inner awareness, a action, f form, c context

Prison Complex

I was in some kind of prison complex ( c ). I felt as though I was trying to or wanted to escape. Briefly the perspective was third person and from a 2d side on perspective like a 2d side scrolling brawler or platform game ( c,i ).

Back in the first person view I was standing in a hallway. The walls, floor, ceiling, everything was grey concrete. There was a large dark window on the wall looking in to a room and a mop and bucket next to me. I moved forward slightly and as I passed a corner I noticed there was a prisoner next to me. I knew he wasn't a real prisoner. I had a sense of injustice, and I think I said something to the effect of it being unfair. The fake prisoner punched me. He had a silver coloured ring on.

Soylent Green is People!

I was at secondary school sitting in the boys changing rooms with the other people that were in my year and a few years either way above and below ( c ). We were going to be turned in to some kind of stew to feed to the current generation of kids at the school. It was supposed to make them more intelligent by absorbing the knowledge of those who had come before them, and thus raise the status of the school ( c ). I recalled that they must have done this back when we were at school and thought of S's eldest brother being turned in to a stew and having ate him.

We were being led out of the changing rooms towards the main entrance and outside when myself and some others were removed from the line by Mrs. M ( c ). Apparently we were being spared to be part of some special group. We were standing around outside of the main entrance. I only recognised L ( c ). She was standing across from me looking disinterested. Mrs. M explained that we were going to have some special procedure done that would make us unable to hear a certain frequency of sound. She ten revealed that I already naturally was unable to hear the frequency, and I recalled that this was true ( c,i ).

Along with the ability to hear the particular frequency, we would also gain the ability to not be detected by a certain scanning device ( c,f ). I imagined a strange hand-held device with a blue light on top of an antenna that would beep faster when it was facing its target person. I was then talking with L and explained that the downside to not being able to hear the frequency was not being able to hear some alarms.

I woke up with tinnitus...

Puppy Cake

I was in a supermarket. Everything looked like a cartoon ( f,c ). I was looking over at an aisle with cereal on the shelves. There were men dressed like superheroes. One in particular was dressed in a purple suit. He was wearing glasses over the face mask. and had regular looking shoes on. I knew he wasn't a real superhero but was doing some kind of promotion related to the cereal.

I was in a queue for the checkout with Joe from Family Guy ( c ). He was still a cartoon but his hands and arms looked real ( f ). We shook hands -- his hands were extremely sweaty and it was kind of gross. I could see the sweat on his palms. The superhero guy shouted over to us that the cereal Joe was buying wasn't as good unless you ate it where it was made. It was some kind of chocolate based cereal in a yellow box. Joe replied that Quahog was where it was made, and that was where we were ( c ). Then we high-fived, and again his hands were really sweaty.

I was suddenly holding a blancmange and cake based dessert ( f ). It was in the shape of the face of a dog. It was white with brown ears and had it's tongue out. The eyes were not quite on centre, so it looked a bit retarded. I placed it on the checkout conveyor. Joe's wife commented that it looked just like a dog they used to have that died. We started to eat it then and there. When we bit in to it, it made a strange noise ( f ). Joe's wife commented that the dog they had made the exact same strange noise...

#952:
Date: July 19th, 2010
Length: 3 minutes

I'm on the lawn in front of some large mansion, which is apparently where I'm staying with my family. The mansion has taken fire, and I've apparently just run out to safety. I just stand there for a while, not really doing anything.

The dream seems to flash forward here, and I find myself back in high school, on a regular day of class. I have apparently just found out that my dad and brother died in the fire. Shocked and sobbing, I'm escorted to some history class by a couple of people (in suits?). In there, the teacher offers her condolences, but tells me I'll still have to do my presentation today.

I sit down, still in tears, sort of trying to think about what I'm going to say during my presentation, but unable to really focus. No one around me seems to know what happened, and a girl in front of me turns around and asks. I explain, and she seems really sorry for me. She puts a hand on my shoulder and tries to comfort me. I tell her that this whole story seems a bit strange to me, and that I can feel that something isn't right but can't quite figure it out. We discuss what I can remember from the fire, and I tell her that the strangest thing in all of this is that the place that burned down isn't even where we actually live. I keep thinking about this, and realize that one explanation would be that this is a dream. On the off chance that it is, I decide to try to wake myself up. I close my eyes forcefully, focus, and then reopen them quickly -- in real life.




#953:
Date: July 19th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

I'm in some kind of a desert-like area, in a large network of canyons where a soccer game is apparently being played. I'm some distance away, near some guy I used to know and a couch with two video game controllers on it. Apparently I can control one of the players using the controllers, or just walk up to the game and play in it myself. I chat with the guy for a while, and I think he picks up one controller. I think I ended up walking towards the "field", and I noticed several of the players were professionals (I recall seeing Puyol). One side was basically getting destroyed, with the ball constantly near their goal.

07/20/10

I take invulnerability for granted.

I'm chasing after a kid on skis, speeding down a snow covered hill in Ixburg. Since when does Ixburg have hills, anyway?

When I get to the bottom, the kid is jumping onto the nose of a helicopter. The helicopter sways dangerously, the kid's weight moving it off balance. I'm the pilot now, trying to keep the machine on course.

I'm in my high school, in English with my eighth grade class. Our homeroom teacher says we have to get our heads in the game, as we'll be in grade twelve before we know it, and that'll be goddamn hard.

"Grade 12 was easy," I mutter.

A couple classmates look at me incredulously.

"Time travel." I shrug.

I go outside. I'm standing in the courtyard in front of the school when Mal Reynolds swoops in, shouting that we've lost Zoe - she's been kidnapped.

I call Zoe's cell, not really expecting her to pick up. The phone does get picked up, though, and I hear a male voice on the other end. We chat about kidnapping and hypothetical ways that everybody can get what they want, like our first mate back in one piece. We get along very well.

I tell Mal that he can land Serenity (the ship) on the top of the Ixburg apartment block. Wait, do my parents still live there? It's really hard for me to remember where in the timeline we are. I know that I'm dreaming, but it doesn't really register as important.

Walking along the top of the hill, I look at the horizon, and am surprised to realize that it's suddenly a lot lower. I'm walking along the cliff side of the Stawamus Chief, looking out over Squamish.

I happily run through what seems like a set freerunning route, making impossible jumps and pushing myself farther than I ever would in real life. I aim for a two-inch stick jutting up for the ground, try to land on the top -

Later, I poke around outside of a missile launch site. Some kind of shuttle is getting sent up into the air, and I'm informed via comlink that anyone outside is about to die a horrible and painful death. The countdown has already started.

I see two more people snooping around, both guys dressed in black. They seem clumsy and incompetent, and I wave at them when they finally notice me. They stalk towards me threateningly.

...three, two, one, lift off!

The air is filled with swirling shards of glass. White light burns down from above, refracted by the bloody glass and singeing the ground below.

The moment ends. The two thugs are a charred mass of bone, strewn about the untouched grass.

I wander down another hill, into an alley. I'm with a group of boys, and we've all joined up our bicycles into a chain that we've lit up with Christmas lights. Another bike speeds down the alley, lit up with neon, and I take a moment to appreciate how awesome it looks.

The boy at the front of the chain doesn't notice, though. He cuts off the neon-lit bike, and the rider crashes into the second and third bikes in the chain.

The four boys are swearing at each other, and the situation is about to escalate into violence. Calmly, I go over to the broken neon bike, and fix the chain and the broken cables. The owner notices that I'm touching his bike, and it distantly occurs to me that he might try to pick a fight with me next. I'm not worried.

The light sputters back into life.

Hills. Scare Factor: 2.

I wrote a couple interesting dreams in my handwritten journal this weekend. I'll make time to type them up sometime this week. I had a really vague string of lucid FAs, too.

ETA: "rocket launch, people die" was scribbled in the margins of my notebook. I can't believe I missed that. I bet it was exciting.

TW had a really neat bedroom and was showing IE shots of it through webcam. He had brown and cream-coloured, stripey sheets on his bed (lol I think my new housemate has this), which was a double bed, with a matching lampshade.

MicroTorrent was ruining everyone's internet. Even the Barack Obama's, haha. It was some opposition leader's evil plan to ruin the internet for all.

There was some shop where we could buy stuff. I don't know what stuff though.

Note: Having not have accomplished any of my goals from last night, those goals just carried over to tonight aside from the fact Nomad warned of a Templar attack last night and there was no such warning about tonight. Unfortunately, I was not successful in entering a WILD…

I was in a city, moving around amongst some buildings. It seemed I was in a neighborhood at the edge of a downtown area as there were both single family homes and a few tall buildings around. I was there with Tigress and MoSh, and we all had large caliber weapons with us. Since I'm not familiar with fire arms I'm not sure exactly what kind of gun I had, but I know there were shotgun shells involved… and another kind of bullet… my knowledge of guns stops with pointing them and pulling the trigger. >.< The reason for the weapons was quickly revealed as zombies came from around a corner and at us. As I said above, I know how to point a gun and shoot. So I did that and fired at the approaching zombies, aiming for the heads. The heads literally exploded as the bullets hit their mark. I found I was actually a better shot than I had realized, so far I hadn't missed a single shot.

Tigress, MoSh, and I entered a tall building where we knew there were people trapped on an upper level. We had to fight our way through the building and up the stairwell to the tenth floor where the people were trapped. They had become trapped as they had been trying to escape, but the stairwell was completely blocked by zombies and they hadn't had enough ammunition to even try to get through. The three of us shot our way through the zombies until we got to the tenth floor door, then we went onto the floor. Someone pointed a gun at us, but then showed their obvious relief when they saw we weren't zombies. We told them that the path to the bottom floor was clear of zombies now so they could get out of the building and to the shelter. They quickly left. I wondered if there might be anyone else on the level, and apparently Tigress and MoSh had the same idea because they continued searching. I went with her to cover them and to help them look.

Upon opening an office door I saw a man in the corner, crouched there with a clearly wounded leg, he raised his gun reflexively and fired. He saw we weren't zombies at the last minute and pulled the gun to the side, which caused him to shoot a golden retriever lying at his feet. He shot the dog three times before he stopped shooting, then yelled in horror and grief, and started sobbing over the dog. The dog was just injured, not dead, so I went over and healed the dog right away.

The man had been bitten by zombies several times, and it was surely only a matter of time before he turned to a zombie. He said he knew that would happen and he wanted to die before he turned. I put a bullet in his brain before we took the dog and continued searching. There were only a couple zombies left wandering around on this level, and we quickly dispatched them. The dog searched out several more survivors in the building before we heard a loud roaring noise from up above. That sounded like our cue to get out of there. The rest of us went back down the stairwell and into the main lobby area. The survivors ran out the door and disappeared into the night, no doubt heading for the shelter, as the crashing sounds from above got louder and closer. The dog had its hackles raised and was snarling menacingly at the elevator door.

With a loud crash and a blast of dust and debris a huge creature hit the bottom of the elevator shaft and crawled out… or at least part of it crawled out… this thing was like nothing I have ever seen before, it is really hard to even try to describe it. But as close as I can come, the thing coming out of the elevator shaft was like a long tentacle with a mouth in the end, that mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth, and it was pretty clear that the main mass of the monster was still partially up the elevator shaft… Well, no matter what the whole thing looked like, Tigress, MoSh and I opened all up on the thing with all the firepower we had, I found my gun also fired grenades as I shot the grenades up towards the damaged wall where the main mass of the creature would be. There were many explosions, I wasn't sure who had shot what, and finally there was a huge and messy explosion within the elevator shaft, the thing let out an unearthly screech of pain or anger or both… and then the entire building started to shake. Tigress, MoSh, and I barely got out of the building before it collapsed in a massive cloud of dust and debris.

Now the three of us split up to search through the neighborhood for any other survivors. We stayed together for a while because the dog was leading us to everyone who needed help. As we found a few more dogs, we split up to search faster By the time we reached the other end of the neighborhood I alone had rescued 12 people, 15 cats, and 10 dogs. Somehow the cats and dogs knew to stay with me, and the three of us came back to the shelter being followed by all of these people and animals. The golden retriever with us seemed quite pleased with itself at having led us to all of those people and animals. I was petting some of the cats when I noticed everything seemed unstable, I was beginning to consider doing a reality check but I woke up before I could.

1. I'm engaged in a 2 vs 2 duel of Yugioh. My dream body is that of Yugi himself, and I'm teamed with Kaiba against Joey and some random DC. Everyone's cards have different backs instead of the standard vortex; my own have the Cinderella Castle from Walt Disney World. The game proceeds for a while, and Kaiba eventually summons a White Eyes Black Dragon which wipes out the other players. As we clear the table, there's some confusion as to whose cards are whose (even with the different backs). Suddenly I'm not Yugi anymore, and Kaiba asks me if I want to a draft of Magic the Gathering.

2. I'm in a hotel for an unspecified reason with my friend M from college. Our mutual friend Z has died, leaving us to write grief-stricken.

These aren't very descriptive since I haven't gotten a change to write them down till now.

These two dreams were very real. I had trouble remembering whether or not I had dreamt when I woke up.

7/19/2010:

Can't remember much of it now, but I was in our school cafeteria(it was smaller than it should be though, less than half the size), with a bunch of friends, as well as an acquaintance about 3 years older than me. It was a welcoming orientation, and they had food. Mostly deserts and treats like cake and pastries.
Our principal said something about the rising seniors, and all the seniors got up and started going pretty crazy.
I remember eating a pastry and then not wanting it anymore, and so throwing it in a cup. The cup was filled with orange soda as I later discovered and I had an "oh s***" moment.
Later there was cake, and I don't think I had any but i did start to eat it with a fork.

7/20/2010:

I was listening to a friend(I haven't known him long), and he was talking to me excitedly about how he had reverse engineered this web program, and it was some sort of google maps-esque program but for planning bus routes, and than he presented his idea to a board of people.
The board didn't really like his idea for some reason, and I think there was a technical difficulty with the projector or something, and one of my other friends thought he could fix it, and then I tried to fix it, and everybody started getting loud, so someone shouted "Calm Down!" And I repeated it saying it louder.
And then, my friend who thought he could fix the technical difficulty was shouting at me to calm down, and while shouting at me, he was spitting and a bunch of saliva landed on the back of my hand, and I stared at my hand and was like "eww" and it felt pretty real, and then that was pretty much the end of the dream.


I didn't notice anything strange about my hand when I was looking at it, and I can't seem to find any dream signs for me.

[Dream 1 (lucid): Hotel Room]

Woke up in a hotel room with my mother.
There was a digital clock on the night-stand, didn't bother to look at the time.
Put on my wristwatch and immediately noticed that the upper hour markings (10, 11, 12, 1, 2) were missing. Reached lucidity at this point (DILD). Panicked and ran to the bathroom. I remember rising quickly up through the ceiling and the dream ended.

[Dream 2a (non-lucid): Unknown House (exterior, night); Unknown House (interior, day)]

Was at someone's house, there were two girls who I didn't know having dinner by a ledge overlooking the city (LA?). Went to sit down with them but somehow ended up in the interior of a house with a few of my friends. I was tired so I lied down on a couch and went to take a nap with the intent to have lucid dream.

[Dream 2b (lucid): Unknown House (interior, day); Elevator; Courtyard (exterior, day)]

Woke up on the same couch as in Dream 2a. My friends A.L. and S.V. woke me up to play SSFIV. I went to play but got frustrated when we booted up the game and it was some unknown, old version of the game that I didn't know how to play. I checked the video game box and it was the correct game, but every time we booted the system, it would play a strange unknown version of the game with inferior graphics. I started to take note of this as something unusual, but did not think anything of it.

We stopped playing and stepped out into an old elevator with manual doors. I checked my watch for the time, the top markings were missing again - came to the realization that I was lucid (DILD). I remembered everything I had read on the forums about LDs and RCs. I remember someone mentioned that you can check if you are really in a dream by trying to go through a wall. As soon as I exited the elevator, I threw myself at a wall and hit my shoulder - it hurt!

I walked out into the courtyard that had a few people in it. It was sunny and there were a few benches around those square gardens in the middle of a path. At this point, I remembered another theory about LD that I had read on the forums. Someone suggested that you could imagine that there was a pill in your pocket. You could assign this pill to do anything you want, and it would happen. I reached into my pocket and there was a liquid capsule (like a fish oil pill), except it was bent and soft from the heat in my pocket. I came up with the idea that this pill would make my dream more vivid and that it would last for a few more hours. I took the pill with no water and I had a hard time getting it down as it almost stopped in my throat. After I swallowed it, nothing changed. I looked around at some people's faces, there was an Asian woman talking to a blonde woman sitting on a bench. They looked my way and the dream faded.

[Dream 3 (non-lucid): Beach in Rio (exterior, dusk)]

Was in an unpopulated beach. For some reason, someone wanted me to gather oil samples from the nearby oil rigs. I swam out into the water with a towel to grab a sample from a nearby rig. The rig turned out to be very small when I got close to it, maybe the size of a car. There was an Asian man on top of it, I talked to him but don't remember what about. I was yanked out of the dream because of a vacuum IWL.

I was browsing the dreamviews forum, I noticed there was a new announcement, so I clicked on it, It was about the "New dreamviews game system" I thought, "Oh no, is dreamviews stealing flash games now too?" I skimmed through the 3 post long announcement and saw a bunch of Korean mmos under "supported games"

side note

someone should make a fun game that prompts you to reality check at random times while playing.

This was my first attempt at lucid dreaming. Based on the experience of others I didn't expect results for at least a month. That's why I was surprised not only to recall my last dream with amazing clarity but also to achieve partial lucidity; though I had no memory of my previous dreams.

I'm in a hotel room with my family and though no mention was made I knew we were just outside the campus of UVA. I decide to walk outside and explore the campus, it quickly changed from night to day. I take a look at a building then look away, when I turn back to it I see that it has been demolished and that a new building was being built in it's place. I think to myself that this was odd, but I continue on. As I enter the campus I see a big banner advertising some event. I try to use this as a dream cue, but the sign did not change. This furthered my belief that this was reality. I walked through the buildings and watched a class on botany. I saw some of my friends who attend UVA there. I continue to walk around the campus and admire all the Gothic buildings. I realize that this school does not use Gothic architecture and become semi-lucid. Because of this I decide to sneak inside the sports stadium and enter the locker rooms. When I open the door the room is actually a big expanse of caves and tunnels. As I walk down the tunnels I remember that I had a piece of paper in my hand the previous night and reach in my pocket to look at it. At first it has my name on it, but when I look away and look back it has become a random assortment of letters. I now know for a fact that I'm dreaming. Because of this my vision starts to fade to white, I spin in place to try to remain dreaming, it works. I imagine that a beautiful woman is around the corner. When I turn she is there and starts to talk. As the conversation moves on I become more distracted and eventually lose lucidity. The moment I do I lose control of the dream. She takes off her wig and her mask it turns out she was an undercover agent and this was all a sting. A swat team appears behind me and states that I am being arrested for violating some law against nature. When they grab me I awake.

20.07.2010

My car is trespassed and stolen. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to bed pretty tired from work. I had a small argument with my wife about her job (which is a daily issue for the both of us) However, I recorded four dreams.

Fourth:

I was exiting from somewhere that was located in downtown. I walked towards my car and there was a guy inside. Inside my car, in the companion's sit there was like a card reader or something. This guy removed a card that was placed there and punched his card. I knew that he was using an illegal card and it got recorded in my device. I was worried it was me who was going to face the consequences. I jumped in my car and asked this guy what was going on. I also told him I was going to call the police.

He begged me to not call the police and said that he needed to do something with his card and asked me for forgiveness. I was annoyed because he messed up my device so we got out of my car and we went to a place were they took care of these devices.

There were a couple of DC waiting, but our turn came fast. I started to talk fast and inform the employee what was going on. She was female. This guy started to talk over me and started to cry. The lady felt sorry for him. He said that he needed money, that he was all broke and he could not even use his own card. He asked for a $80 advance. The lady granted his request. I also saw this lady placing inside this guy's car a couple of huge bags (as big as a gold bag) of olives in the back seat of his car.

I was annoyed because no one was taking care of my complaints against this guy. I did not see my car outside so I was worried he would steal it or something. I walked up and down the street and I was not able to find my car. No one of the cars parked there was close to mine.

I entered this place again and asked the same employee to help me out. She agreed. We started to look for my car. She told me she was not supposed to be out in the street. She told me she could be threatened by unhappy customers. I told her I would protect her. We could not find my car and we got to the end of the street. There was a park were a few not so nice people use to meet. She told me she was not going to that park so she turned around.

I did not recall parking in that park, however, I checked. I saw a car that was getting towed, but instead of a tow truck, was a trash truck. The car was almost inside the container. I noticed the stickers. It was my car! I requested them to pull it down. One of the guys asked me if my car was using unleaded gas. I told him, "Of course. It's a 2007! What question is that?"

He pulled down my car when suddenly I notice it was not. I said, "Damn this car... same stickers but is not mine." It was all black and it was a Chrysler, not a Chevrolet. I told him, "This one, this one, this one... all the same!" Get rid of it!!!!

I left very annoyed because my car was stolen. I wanted to call the police but first I decided to go once more to the place were the lady was working.
The line was bigger and I had to wait. It was my turn and I saw the interior. There were several office with a lot of computers and different employees. I was hopping the same lady would assist me. I was planning to allow the next one in line to pass if other employee offered assistance. While I was waiting I noticed TVs and movies inside this place. A guy told me, "Meh, they only speak English now. That is because it is summer for sure."

Missed dream sings:
- A guy inside my car, and the car was not damaged.
- That device.
- The act of forgiveness to the criminal.
- The ridiculously sized bag of olives.
- The trash truck.
- A car with the same stickers.

What I would have done if lucid:
- End the criminal's misery.
- Head for a ToTY.

20.07.2010

My car is trespassed and stolen. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to bed pretty tired from work. I had a small argument with my wife about her job (which is a daily issue for the both of us) However, I recorded four dreams.

Fourth:

I was exiting from somewhere that was located in downtown. I walked towards my car and there was a guy inside. Inside my car, in the companion's sit there was like a card reader or something. This guy removed a card that was placed there and punched his card. I knew that he was using an illegal card and it got recorded in my device. I was worried it was me who was going to face the consequences. I jumped in my car and asked this guy what was going on. I also told him I was going to call the police.

He begged me to not call the police and said that he needed to do something with his card and asked me for forgiveness. I was annoyed because he messed up my device so we got out of my car and we went to a place were they took care of these devices.

There were a couple of DC waiting, but our turn came fast. I started to talk fast and inform the employee what was going on. She was female. This guy started to talk over me and started to cry. The lady felt sorry for him. He said that he needed money, that he was all broke and he could not even use his own card. He asked for a $80 advance. The lady granted his request. I also saw this lady placing inside this guy's car a couple of huge bags (as big as a gold bag) of olives in the back seat of his car.

I was annoyed because no one was taking care of my complaints against this guy. I did not see my car outside so I was worried he would steal it or something. I walked up and down the street and I was not able to find my car. No one of the cars parked there was close to mine.

I entered this place again and asked the same employee to help me out. She agreed. We started to look for my car. She told me she was not supposed to be out in the street. She told me she could be threatened by unhappy customers. I told her I would protect her. We could not find my car and we got to the end of the street. There was a park were a few not so nice people use to meet. She told me she was not going to that park so she turned around.

I did not recall parking in that park, however, I checked. I saw a car that was getting towed, but instead of a tow truck, was a trash truck. The car was almost inside the container. I noticed the stickers. It was my car! I requested them to pull it down. One of the guys asked me if my car was using unleaded gas. I told him, "Of course. It's a 2007! What question is that?"

He pulled down my car when suddenly I notice it was not. I said, "Damn this car... same stickers but is not mine." It was all black and it was a Chrysler, not a Chevrolet. I told him, "This one, this one, this one... all the same!" Get rid of it!!!!

I left very annoyed because my car was stolen. I wanted to call the police but first I decided to go once more to the place were the lady was working.
The line was bigger and I had to wait. It was my turn and I saw the interior. There were several office with a lot of computers and different employees. I was hopping the same lady would assist me. I was planning to allow the next one in line to pass if other employee offered assistance. While I was waiting I noticed TVs and movies inside this place. A guy told me, "Meh, they only speak English now. That is because it is summer for sure."

Missed dream sings:
- A guy inside my car, and the car was not damaged.
- That device.
- The act of forgiveness to the criminal.
- The ridiculously sized bag of olives.
- The trash truck.
- A car with the same stickers.

What I would have done if lucid:
- End the criminal's misery.
- Head for a ToTY.