non-lucid

1. I'm making a thrilling video-game style escape from an industrial type level. I'm not so much running or parkouring, although there is some of that. Instead, I'm solving puzzles where the penalty is falling down large pits. For example, to cross one I have to latch a carabiner shaped like a hummingbird to the right track above the pit and glide across. Below me is a horde of giants, reaching up to grab my feet and eat me. I think I may actually have failed once, but I re-spawned and took the right path. In another puzzle, I have to figure out the motion of a series of ladders and trains. I jump from one to the other, whirling almost out of control before I land on solid ground.

Finally I manage to break out of the level into a building (which I recognize from another dream after the fact). I take the wrong elevator but eventually break out into my hometown. For whatever reason I walk through a combination strip club/liquor store, then exit from there into a strip mall parking lot. I get surrounded by police, who accuse me of shoplifting and try to tase me. I start getting really scared and half-lucidly force myself to wake up.

2. I'm at a beautiful Japanese university with Dr. C from my research station. He drops me off by a riverbank and tells me to wait as he performs some errands. I dutifully wait, pulling out my laptop and playing Age of Empires II to pass the time. My mom randomly shows up, bringing hometown pizza and her homemade pie, and asks about my general health. By eating and conversation I manage to ease her worries and she goes away. I then wander off to take a leak. When I return, I see two kids in a pickup truck have stolen all my stuff and are driving away!

Frantically I run after them and end up in the main building of the university. I find all of my stuff set up just as I had left it in a hallway of the building. I play some more, then talk to a janitor about the school's study abroad program. Soon I wander into a busy stairwell, where Dr. C passes by, then the two kids who stole my stuff. V passes by me; she then passes by me again in the same direction, and this time she kicks me into the stairs and starts screaming that I deserve the pain. Apparently she heard something I said as "I want a domestic divorce," but this was the opposite of what I meant. I panic to tell her the truth, but the dream ends before I meet up.

3. I'm in some cartoonish epic of wizards and wizardry. A white wizard (white as in race) is on the run from a horde of black wizards led by his archrival and former apprentice. He runs into his house and sets the locks just in time to have the horde crash on his door. He draws his wand, then turns to face the nemesis he knows has teleported right behind him. The two draw, and they launch volleys of magic meant to kill.

4. The scene is set in an exotic hotel, where people are exercising nasty fetishes about the Warhammer 40K universe. Soon things shift to the hotel's courtyard, where the lead singer of the band Foxy Shazam is teaching a dance class.

After reading through the website last night I decided to try some of the techniques to recall my dreams. I laid in my bed and remembered the following:

I have a false awakening and wake up in my bed at my old house. I moved out of that house 3 years ago but everything was clear and detailed as it had been when I lived there. I get up from bed, move downstairs into the basement, and find my friend and his girlfriend sitting there on the couch. They look angry at each other. Then, my friend's girlfriend comes over and sits by me instead of my friend. My friend leaves and his girlfriend says that she wants to be with me but I won't allow it. Suddenly, I am in a grocery store that is very bright. I am walking with my friend (same friend in the basement) looking for something. I don't know what we are looking for but we can't find it. Then, I am at my old high school walking with the senior class through the main gym singing a song about freshmen. I have never heard or sang a song about freshmen but this song was clear as day in the dream with clear lyrics and music in the background. As we walked out of the gym, I was suddenly in a chemistry lab looking at a circular metallic blob floating in a glass tube. I am wearing a lab coat and studying this substance for a while and then another man in a lab coat walks in and talks to me. The language is not my own but I seem to understand it. Finally, I have another false awakening in the same bed at my old house and I walk into the playroom upstairs. My friend (same friend that has been in all the other sections of the dream) is sitting at the computer playing Halo 3 and the TV is on. I ask him if he's mad about his girlfriend and he says no and that I should find her and date her. I watch him play Halo 3 for a while and when he dies in the game I go downstairs to search for her. I look all over the house and can't find her.

I felt pretty excited to remember so many fragments of my dreams last night considering I normally do not recall my dreams well. Although each dream were short snippets they all seemed to be connected somehow. I can't wait to sleep tonight to see what new dreams I can recall!

regular dreams: 7-19-10


Let's Have a Lucid!

(this is not the one that the title is referring too)

Me and my cousin Em and her dad were all in my basement, attempting to have lucid dreams. We had mats rolled out on the floor underneath the pool table and we were discussing how to have lucids. I think I fell asleep at one point, and may have had a dream within a dream. I don't know why I never bothered to do a reality check since we were talking about dreams and attempting to have a lucid one. I also remember my cousin wetting her pants for some reason..



The Killer Teenager Out to Get Me and The Death of An Innocent Teen

This dream was extremely long and vivid. Several times during the dream I woke up and fell back asleep.


I was at my house with my parents when some kids came over to my house. They were all teenagers, and I only got a good look at one of them. He had long black hair that went down to his shoulders and a black baseball cap on(He looked kind of what Criss Angel looks like now, only younger). I don’t know why, but they wanted to hurt me for some reason.

They came into my house and I told my parents to stop them. I can’t remember much from this part, but I do remember that they beat me up and my parents finally stopped them and they ran away. Those filthy scumbags.

Then, my parents told me that they were going to do some grocery shopping or something. I couldn’t believe that they were just going to leave me after all that had happened. The teenagers were still out there and they knew where I lived. I went into my dad’s room and tried locking the doors but one of the doors wouldn’t work. My mom tried to help me fix it but it didn’t work. They left anyway, and I started freaking out. I locked all the doors in the house and then locked myself in my room(even though in RL there’s no lock on the door). After awhile of sitting in my room, I decided to come out for some reason, I think I wanted to get something. I went into the living room and turned around to look out the kitchen door. The black haired kid was standing right at that door, looking in through the glass.

I started to freak out. I double checked all the doors to make sure they were locked, grabbed my phone, and ran into my room. I hoped that the guy didn’t see me grab my phone so that he wouldn’t know I was about to call the cops.

Then I woke up. I thought about trying to have a lucid dream, but I really wanted to continue on with this dream (even though it was scaring the hell out of me) and watch that stupid kid and his friends get arrested. But it didn’t exactly work like that.

“911 what's your emergency?,” some lady said on the other side of the phone. For some reason, she was so quiet that I couldn’t hear her. I had to ask her to repeat herself several times before I could finally make out the words. I wanted to be sure that I was calling the right number. “There’s this kid trying to get inside my house! He beat me up yesterday. Please send someone over now!” The lady replied “Okay, we’ll send someone over.”

I don’t remember a lot that happened next. I think the teenager and his friends came back, and some of my friends came over. We played this long game of cat and mouse. Sometime, we appeared to be at the park instead of by my house. I just remember running for a long time. He would occasionally catch up to me and grab me, but then he just sort of let me get away again. I was wondering why the police didn’t show up yet so I called them again and told them to send a police car immediately.

There was a huge group of people now. I didn’t know most of them or where they came from. We were on this balcony type thing in the park and the police still weren’t showing up. The black haired guy caught me again and I turned around to see a crowd of people, some sitting in bath tubs. My friend was one of them, just sitting there with a gun in her hand. I wondered if she was going to kill the guy who was after me. There was this guy in a bathtub across from her who was one of her friends. I don’t know why, but she held the gun up and just shot him in cold blood. I was in shock now. I watched the water in the bath tub turn red. Where the hell were the cops??? I looked for any sign of a police car. The park was right by a police station, so you would think that they would be here by now. I finally saw a police car come by and park by the scene and below the balcony. There was a policewoman and a policeman. They shouted “Everybody get down here!” or something like that.

I followed everyone down the stairs until we came to this circle of chairs. There were around 20 or so people sitting. “You could have gotten here sooner!” I shouted at the policewoman, who looked annoyed. Then I took a spot next to my friend who shot the guy. Everyone had blue cups in their hand with some kind of liquid and a tablet. The policewoman said something like “It will help with your headache.” I chewed and swallowed mine, and was relieved that it didn’t taste like anything. After everyone finished their drinks, we started talking about the accident. I think the policewoman said something like “Okay, raise your hand if you think Ali killed this man.” Everyone but Ali raised their hand, including me. Ali looked sad and kind of guilty. I don’t remember anything else we discussed in that little circle thing.

After that, everyone went home. I don’t know how I got home, but I appeared to walk in the door and my cell phone rang right away. It was Ali. “Did you tell your parents?” I asked her. She told me no. I walked into my room and my mom followed me. I was still in shock from what had happened. My mom said that I needed to wrap gifts for someone’s party. I told her no. I started crying on the phone with Ali and said to my mom “I can’t, I just can’t.”

Then I woke up.

This is my first attempt at a dream journal, so bear with me a little. I've never intentionally tried to remember a dream as hard as I'm trying now, and while most of it seems to be coming back , there are holes in my memory. Hopefully I'll get better with time and experience.

The first scene that I can remember consists of me and my girlfriend. This is probably a good sign, considering I was trying dream incubation involving her before I went to bed. She and I are laying in a bed, the top bunk of a bed as a matter of fact, which is unusual because I haven't slept in a bunk bed for years. It's the top bunk of the bunk bed me and my brother shared as kids, but he's not in the bottom bunk and I don't know what room we're in. We're at my house (whichever house that is, I don't know), and it's starting to get really late. I remember having driven her to my house, which means for her to get home I'll have to drive her back, but somehow she convinces me it's too late to drive her back and that she should just stay the night here. I'm instantly afraid of what her father will say, but somehow she's able to abate my fears and she stays the night.

The scene changes sort of abruptly. I know for a fact that there was a scene directly following the first that I can't remember in its entirety, but I do know that it involved an acquaintance of mine who, as fate would have it, sells weed. I don't think I ever actually saw any marijuana, but it was more like I couldn't help thinking of it when I thought of him just because I associate him with weed pretty deep in my brain. I feel like he was in a really old building, and the last thing I remember about that scene is that I had to walk a very long distance all alone over a rather desolate landscape. I don't know if I was headed for the old ruins he was in or not, but regardless, when I switched to the next scene I was with some of my friends, and he wasn't there. Only thoughts of him seemed to appear in my mind I think. For some reason I feel as though a piece of this part of the dream consisted of a flashback of sorts to a particular time during which another friend of mine and I bought some weed from him and subsequently smoked it in that friend's barn, but I don't know.

The next scene was fairly easy to read. One friend of mine, who is remarkably insecure and actually just kind of a weird guy, starts going on and on like he usually does about how terrible his ex-girlfriend was. About everything she did to him and then some. I usually get tired of hearing about it when he does it in real life, and my dream is no different--I remember wanting to just tell him to shut up. Somehow my wish is granted, so then I begin talking to my other friend, with whom, as of late, I have not been terribly friendly. My main problem with him lies with his girlfriend, who is absolutely domineering and jealous and mean (not to mention butt-ugly), but for some reason no matter how many times they break up they just get back together. I'm usually the one to give him a hard time about her, and from what I recall that's exactly what I was doing--just busting his chops about his crazy girlfriend again, all while our other friend complained about his ex.

The last scene is really weird. I'm sitting on a sort of island which is actually composed of the base of a very tall tower. Somehow I've travelled back in time to before the tower is fully constructed and all that has been finished is the base. I remember a man walking away from the tower very exasperated for some reason, and I tried to figure out why he was so flustered, but he walked away and disappeared. The next thing I knew I was sitting on the island with my nine-year-old sister. A small gap in the base of the tower was present, and between that gap I could suddenly see the water that stood between us. There was a walkway that I could travel across to get to my sister, but I just stayed where I was. I remembered that I had forgotten my toothbrush, and I told her that, but for some reason she took out my toothpaste from my bag and started squeezing it all out and emptying it. I implored her to stop, because that toothpaste contained my ability to have lucid dreams, but she just kept going and squeezed most of it out. I just sat there on the other side of the island and watched.

And that's about when I woke up.

I don't know how to interpret much of this, but it probably has a little to do with my girlfriend. Last night she and I had a huge argument about the fact that we've been dating for almost a year and yet she's still more jealous and untrusting of me than I could possibly imagine. I tried dream incubation to figure out a way to get her to trust me, but I don't know if this is the real result of that or not. Last night was sort of a combination of efforts to incubate a dream and have a lucid dream. All I know is that the latter didn't work as planned.

DREAMNONDREAMSCENEDESCRIPTIONLUCID

So, I was going to a wedding, I was walking in, almost there...and, DUMBLY enough, I couldn't recall whose wedding it was . There were two possibilities: my parent's wedding. In my dream and my dream only, my parents were divorced, and wanted to get back together. My mom and dad showed up, and she mentioned that even if they were still divorced, they'd both live in the same house we have now .

Now, in my dream there is this guy of about 12 that has to travel to different places to fight crime, or get something, IDK! I think we're close friends, even though I'm 16. Well, he has some kind of a signal that he has to go, so he does. Then, when he's back, what he shows me is a future copy of Reader's Digest . Aparently the place he traveled to was sometime in the future. Then, he said he wanted me to come with, so I could see it. So I did, and I think my dad was in the background of it all...

We're there, and I suppose we're just outside...it's a rather nice, sunny day, very green greenery! Oddly enough, it looked as if we went one way, we'd fall off , but my dream didn't pay any attention to that. Well, I'm standing with the guy and he had his simself out, and I was going to put mine up, but he was nervous our simselves would be romantic towards each other...I then put it out, telling him that teen sims can't flirt with the kids! My simself didn't look like me, LOL! I had on pink, I think, shorts, blonde hair still, and those EA pigtails without the ribbon. Then, we just went walking as if we never even had those simselves . I noticed that there was a small carnival in front of us, so we waited in one of the lines. This one was for a ride with seats, it's round, and it goes around and around...it's not what you're thinking of . So, we're waiting in line and there is this annoying chubby dude in line by us. Well, he shows me the copy of the Reader's Digest, and then we're on the ride, I'm in one of the seats. He points out a guy in a suit with some sash on, and says that I am as old of him-when I am in this future. So, I did the "math" and we were 8 years in the future. , I found no point in reading that edition if I'd read it in the future! So, the dorky me checked that this is the same "space time continum (sp?)" and he said it was. Then I mentioned how in sims, since we "were" in sims, that we'd, 8 years in the future, have carnivals in them . I remember that when the chubby dude got on next to me, we sank, while my dad accross was up high! So this ride was LIKE a giant comfy disk with seats-all attatched.

[Nasty habit I'm developing, writing down dreams RIGHT before sleeping again after sleep deprivation. Kills all recall..]

I am in my NY house. I think we are back there for the summer again. There is this rabbit identical to Zooni behind the TV. We don't know how it got there or anything, but I pet it and befriend it. It disappears after a bit. I feel anxious. There is also a puppy in the house, yapping around like annoying little puppies do. I feel intense fear; I think the puppy's going to attack th bunny. I see it woofing towards the bunny and I immediately pick it up and shield it. My mom asks me what I want to do with the bunny. There will be no one to take care of her when I leave for uni, but at the same time I've grown too fond of this bunny in the day or so that she's been at my house. I'm town, the thought of letting her go is so saddening.. I fear that she'll end up in a crappy household and get abused. But I can't leave her at the mercy of my family members. Guilt overcomes me and it's sickening familiarity disturbs me yet again.

I had another "escape" dream, I don't know why. I have these ever so often, and they all have such weird vividness attached to them.

I'm in my VA house and hiking around my bedroom. I know that tonight is the night I run away. I try to gather things I will need. As the dream starts i feel anxious to just get out, but then I slow down and be practical about it. I peer in the fridge and debate bringing food. Then I give up the idea, just grab crackers and water. I shove necessary things into a small backpack and then just throw all my cash into the backpack. I can't be carrying heavy loads. I leave quickly out the door. I start running. that familiar feeling overcomes me, the knowledge that as soon as I leave the house and start running my family will spot and run after me. All will be lost. I sprint into the lawn from the gravel road, and I think about how I can't give up because I'm doing this for my brother. (Apparently the purpose of the running away was to make sure an operation happens to my brother.) I feel anxious and disturbed. Every detail of running into the woods is clear. I can smell the grass, feel the humidity on my skin, the backpack flapping against my back. It is just the beginning of night.. I come across a weird little cabin where pig-human-creatures reside. They invite me in or something, I don't know, somehow I am there having dinner with them. I am spending the night there for safety, but it makes no sense because my parents are there too. This is weird because of their extreme aversion to pigs. We sit at this really small table and I recall their squiggly tails and all. It's fucking disturbing, don't ask me why. Just the fact that they're pigs talking and acting like humans I suppose. A little fire is going on somewhere. It's so small. I feel claustrophobic. I need to get out to find my brother. We are now going to retire to bed, and I see my father in the doorway. He tells me not to worry about the strange appearance of the cabin. I see a very recognizable face of a man but I forget who it was.. He'sin one of the rooms and we quickly glance at each other while I pass through a maze to the bedroom.

That's all. I need to stop being a lazy ass and put my pen + notebook back on to my bed.

lol there was so many plot changes in this one. it starts at home, apparently my family owns three husky, sledding type dogs. two of them has names are the same as the dogs that we do own IRL. somehow, my sister was responsible for letting all three of them get kidnapped by a group of bad dogs lol. the two had just come back, except the third one, whos name was named after one of our cats, i think the dog was a girl. anyway, i put the dogs in their cages for safe keeping. then i see my sister outside with another person, walking towards the door. this is all at night time, just for reference. she walks in empty handed and i blame her again, i think. then, this dog comes in from the kitchen, and starts talking to us or something. i put my foot down and yell "NO ONE IS TOUCHING MY DOGS EVER AGAIN!!!!", which made the dog step back a lot. but then the dog started summoning his master, which apparently is a giant dog lol, i never got to see it. my sister then gets up to go back outside and search for the last dog again. the person with her doesn't, he stays. i say "im goin to help her!!" and i go outside. then, after a small memory gap, the scenery changes, its still night time though. im next to a building, and im in front of a girl, who im trying to help. im pretty sure it's not my sister anymore, not sure if it was her in the first place. i tell her that im going to help her and she reluctantly agrees. she then pull off this ninja move to get across this ditch type thing. ill make a picture, here:
there were these white, glowing rocks on the edges of the ditch, making a zig-zag pattern. she jumped from one to the other really fast, just like a ninja lol. then i did the same thing, but in smaller jumps, and i didn't hit the rocks every time, i hit the dirt mostly . there was also this metal box thing, like an electrical type box. then, we get to this weird fence area. next to the fence is a tower of sorts, its just a metal and glass box, supported by metal legs. it also had a trampoline underneath it lol. then the girl turned into Sean Connery (wtf?), and started climbing the fence, telling me to follow him in his sean connery voice. i started climbing the fence, thinking it had barbed wire at the top, but it didnt, just a metal fence. when we got to the top, the fence started bending, a lot, like it had no side support at the top. i was like, "i cant do this!!!" and grabbed the ledge to my left, which was connected to the box tower thing. sean connery was very disappointed in me lol. i shuffled on the ledge, so that i would be under the trampoline if i fell. i did, and i hit the trampoline, but when i did, sean yelled something really loud and pertaining to the plot i think. i remembered hearing it before, like deja vu or something. then the entire plot went all screwy. i was in movie camera vision, looking at a giant crowd, like HUGE stadium. they were all there to watch a play version of harry potter lol. they were in a dramatic scene, and i saw this dude in a mechanical chair-crane thing, to support him very high up, the entire play was in mid-air. he was playing the mother, who actually sounded like a woman. she/he said something very dramatic, then i remember thinking, "thats the guy im looking for!!!" thats it.

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Notes: This dream was very long, but it was really fragmented.

I was in 3rd person mode, except, I wasn't there. I was looking at the dream like a TV, I guess. The dream opened on a guy standing in an alleyway beside my mom's house, where the garage is supposed to be.

He (let's call him Alex) saw a dead possum, or the carcass of it, picked it up, and ate it. Yuck. He walked back around the house to find a party going on. (Several parties were going on, actually) Alex was confused as to where he was, but he wasn't stupid. A girl walked up to him and told him something. I can't remember what she told him.

After she walked away, another person just like Alex walked up to him and told Alex to go catch him a possum. Alex said sure because he was delighted (and he would get a few snacks on the way). Alex then walked back to the alleyway, and peeked around the corner. The girl and her friends were sitting there, so he decided to walk away.

Alex walked down the street to the last house. He bumped into a woman who was getting into her car. "Sorry." he said. "That's okay, sweetie." She replied. She drove her car away. As Alex looked up more, he saw a giant pink thing similar to the St. Louis Arch. But much, much smaller. He walked around the corner on the left side and to his surprise found another house with a party going on. He just ignored it and went on down the road.

After a couple of minutes, he arrived at a boring business looking house. There was a small park beside it, and Alex found himself looking for squirrels. I can't remember what happened next; I must've woken up.

19.07.2010

Zombies and an Evil Witch Girl?! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was really long. It may have been two seperate dreams, yet connected onto the same topic. I drank apple juice before I had this dream.

I appear in some old house. I know I seen the house before. It felt like it was a house I dreamt about before. But, it was not a house I been to in real life. There were three floors to this house, and a balcony on the top floor. It was raining. I had a gun in my hand, and realized their were zombies coming. "Wait," I thought to myself. "I can not fight zombies yet! I have to pee first!" I ran into one of the bathrooms, locked the door, in case, and relieved myself. The zombies still weren't here. I ran to another room (I was on the second floor the whole time), but people were baracading the door. I somehow got through the barricade, but now the door wouldn't close all the way. I looked out the windows, and saw the zombies coming. I ran to the bathroom in the room I was in, and remembered that I already used the bathroom. I went back to the window, jumped out it, and landed on a little platform below. The ground under it was concrete, so it was good I didn't land there.

I somehow appeared as a zombie in some other house near the house I was in. I realized this was just like a game I played on the computer. Something may have happened, but I do not remember.

The dream may have ended and a new dream came during the next REM period, or the dream is still being continued.

I appeared in my kitchen, with my aunt and sister. Everything looked exactly the same, but I think the candle wasn't there. That, and my aunt had a gun bag. She told me I can take some for the zombie invasion, but I have to buy them from her. Somehow, I had a lot of money, and I took an automatic pistol. I fired all the bullets at the ground. I bought more bullets for the gun. A lot more. For some reason, I still had the gun. I knew I had the gun. But I could not hold it. I bought another type of gun.

My sister was gone. Who knows where she went. I think she went to her room. My aunt went outside and saw millions of zombies. She started firing away. Something else may have happened, but I do not remember.

The dream may have ended and a new dream came during the next REM period, or the dream is still being continued.

I appeared outside the house I dreamt of first. This time, there was all grass around it, a fence, and even some gravestones. It looked haunted. A little girl came up to me (or maybe it was my aunt), and she asked me for help. She told me about how the zombies were coming after her. So me, the girl, and somehow, my cousin Kyle, ran into the house. Instead of going on the second floor, which still looked the same, we went up to the third floor. There was a closet we found and we hid in it. I remember before I shut the door, I heard four people on the ground floor. My cousin and the girl hid on one side of the closet, and I moved a big container and hid behind there.

I think I somehow saw through the eyes of the people downstairs, and I saw that one of the people (whom I was looking through the eyes of) was some witch, while the other three were mutated people. They could see people's auras through walls. SHIT!

Right before they opened the closet door, I appeared outside. The house and a part of the land around it was floating. I was stuck on the floating island! It was raining now, I think. Anyway, the witch came and knocked me off... or I fell off. I was holding on for dear life (although, I don't think the fall was very far). The three mutant people came outside and looked at me. I remember trying to move across the island while still hanging onto the side. They made no attempt to knock me off.

The dream may have ended and a new dream came during the next REM period, or the dream is still being continued.

I remember being outside again. My cousin sent me a text message, so I read it. (I never keep my phone on me). He told me that he keeps hearing noises in the woods next to his house. He told me to go in and check it out, because it will only take 15 minutes. "You only have to walk in 5 minutes, then you get 5 minutes to walk back out". (Isn't a reality check trying to do math? Because 5 plus 5 is not 15. I should've noticed this.) I replied back saying no. Why would he try to get me to do something like that! I'd probably get killed.

I may have been in the same spot, but I then saw George Lopez and his daughter from the show. He was yelling at her for being 42 and pregnant, although she looked only 18. I saw my friend M laughing at the whole thing.

I woke up at 3:30 AM. When I went back to bed, I could not remember any new dreams.

Shit kinda sucks when dream recollection fades as you go to type your dream out.

There's one thing that I can remember and that is this young girl. Her name was .... eurgh I can't remember and this is annoying me, because I asked for her name specifically so that I could perhaps meet her again when she was older. I recall that she did something pretty extraordinary.
She was wearing a horizontally striped long-sleeved cotton shirt.

We were in some sort of restaurant I think. Bt it was like the restaurant was in a large cavern. The tables were scattered throughout and it was lit by torch flames. (Perhaps I am just making this up, and this wasn't really part of my dream, but it's all I can think of at the moment).

There was another part of the cavern and over there was Philippines or something. I can't remember anymore >.<

So I led in bed last night, and tried to recall what I had learnt on this website. Unfortunately, I have a terrible memory which is due to depression. The only thing I could remember was reality checks, and Mantra's. So I start falling asleep, and chanting my mantra in my head, and after about five minutes, my eyes started shaking rapidly, and uncontrollably. I'm confused at what this was? I read that REM happens 3-5 hours into sleeping? As this carried on, I noticed I was feeling very numb. Unfortunately, I fell asleep without dreaming. I dont even know what process I was attempting to attain lucidity. This all happened in about 10 minutes. Could anyone let me know what was happening? and also, tips would be greatly appreciated.

At the beginning of the dream a new hospital has opened on the border between South and North Korea. The hospital was created by the United Nations for the people of both countries who cannot afford healthcare on their own. It is supposed to be politically neutral, and it was when it first opened, but the tentions between the two countries have overlapped into the hospotal building and it is now divided. The nouth end of the hospital is declared the territory and property of North Korea and the south end of the hospital to South Korea. While doctors and hospital workers can go anywhere in the building, North Koreans are restricted to the north end of the building and South Koreans to the south end.

These restrictions were brought about by the North Korean leader Kim Jong-il to prevent people from North Korea from escaping through the hospital and defecting to the south. South Koreans are barred by armed soldiers located in the north end from entering and North Koreans are arrested if they try to enter the south end. Other than these strange rules, the hospital functions normally after some renovations are made to make sure that both South and North Koreans have access to the care they need in their respective building space. This includes two seperate waiting rooms in each end of the building. The name of the hospital in the dream is the United Nations Hospital of Peace, but because it sits on the border of the two Koreas, people generally call it the Border Hospital.

All of the doctors and care workers who are employed there are volunteers from different countries. This is so politics can be left out and the care of the patients remain priority. I have just finished my PHD in general medicine and I am transfered at my request to the Border Hospital. I am all idealistic and hopeful and actually think that I will be making a difference to bring about peace for the two countries by providing unconditional healthcare for all, and in the back of my mind I think about helping North Koreans defect secretly if I can but I voice my ideas to no one.

The majority of my work is located in the south end of the hospital, but one night I am very tired after a long day of work and because it is so late I have missed the last bus that would take me to the small apartment where I live on the South Korean side of the border. The hospital is open twenty-four hours a day on the south side, but is forced closed at midnight in the north end by the North Korean army. Since the lobby in the south end is full of activity and people, I wander through the empty halls in the north end. After checking on some in-patients and running a few last errands I laid down to sleep on a padded bench in the lobby in the North Korean end.

The dream changes from first person perspective to third person perspective. Sometime during the night, North Korean soldiers quietly enter the lobby and take me away in a dark green truck. Since the north end of the hospital was mostly empty of people, no one saw what happened and nothing is said about it publicly on the North Korean side the next day. I am missing for many days before two men from the United Nations come to investigate. Many people in the hospital tell them that they suspect that North Korea has me, but are afraid to make public accusations for fear that they will meet a similar fate. The two investigators do not have many leads when one day they come across the hospital security camera system. Because of lack of funding, no security guards had been watching the system, but it had been digitally recording ever since it was put in place when the hospital first opened.

The two men review the tapes and on the night I disappear they see men dressed in North Korean uniforms enter from the north entrance of the hospital and take me away. When confronted with the video evidence, Kim Jong-il definantly states that the soldiers were really South Koreans in disguise to make North Koreans look bad. He then invites a few select diplomats to visit all of the North Koreans prisons, but I am not found in any of them. The soldiers in the video are rounded up and questioned but only one will talk after being promised asylum in South Korea. He says Kim Jong-il knew about the security camera system and had been hacking it to spy on the hospital. When he saw me sleeping in the North Korean lounge, he commanded his soldiers at the hospital to arrest me for spying.

After the defection and confession of one of his soldiers, Kim Jong-il stages a coup and takes over the hospital. After evicting the patients and workers, the North Korean leader tries a take over of South Korea through the building, but the south retaliates and destroyes the hospital, sending North Korea back to their side of the border. No trace of what happened to me after I was arrested is ever found.

DREAM ONE:

The first one is you in my bathroom. This one is pretty vague and kind of blurry. You had a vag and I was about to go down on you. But there was like, a lot of toilet paper lint! I started rolling it off of your labia with my hand and making a little pile with it, to your dismay. And I was like, 'what? It's still good, it just needs to be dusted. But gee, there sure is a lot. Wait a minute. How the hell do you have so much toilet paper in here?' I mean there was a lot. It was making wads...Wet rolled up lint balls. And you said: 'Don't pick on me! We don't all have the pleasure of standing to pee! Some of us have to wipe.'

And I said, 'You don't? I've got like three spoons, you're welcome to using one, just rinse it afterwards. I'm sure we'll use like a third the amount of toilet paper.' And you said, 'No! I've been waiting forever for this, I'm not going to let you ruin it for me. Some of us go through pains to sit, okay?'

And I was like 'sorry, jeez.'
That was the end of that part.

MJ COMMENTS: The first part is basically your subconscious informing you of current events. "Hey we wanna go down on this chick but she's whiny and has stuff in her pussy and we don't like her right now."

SECOND DREAM:

I was walking around the bottom level of a movie theater, looking for the bathroom. Because I 'needed to take a bath'. (This makes no sense, but it did in the dream. Upon entering the bathroom, part of it was the bathroom at my house- our bathtub, our shower and everything, but with a urinal at one end and three sinks on the other.)

And guarding the hallway to the door was Justin(exboyfriend in WL), a security guard. Waking, I recognize that it was Justin, but in the dream he was a stranger. Just some random blonde security guard I didn't know.
When I passed him I smiled, thinking he was cute. He was standing in front of a softserve machine, that let out tofu flavored icecream. I snagged a free sample of this in a little tester cup. He said 'ah, that funky soy stuff, huh?' 'Yeah,' eating it.

And then he reached out and started trying to stroke my fucking nips through my shirt. I smacked his hand away and said, 'what are you doing? >: ( ' and he chuckled stupidly and went 'hehe come on, you like it.' 'No, no, I fucking don't!' And he reached out and started trying to do it some more. This actually felt kind of nice, but the violation of my personal space and blatantly ignoring my refusal, really pissed me off!

I smacked his hand away again and said, 'STOP IT!' (His touch was really pleasurable at this point, so I was having momentary confusion with whether or not the pleasure made me okay with it, before remembering to be angry. His fingertips I could feel right through my shirt, and the sensation wasn't of fingers, but like wet lace stroking me.)

He yet again made a stupid comment, like 'you want me' or some shit. This is the interesting part, I don't know if you remember me describing to you that I kept dreaming over and over that I punch someone with all of my might and they just laugh at me and I lose. And they either rape/pillage/destroytheworld/whatever because my 'best' was laughable. Well, I rear back and sock him in the fucking face. Just, BAM!. And he flies across the floor. Unconscious, with a broken nose, laying in a pile in the bathroom several feet away.

Instead of being happy, I start to freak out because I had no idea I was going to hit him that hard. I realized then that I had no proof of him sexually harassing me, which means that anyone who saw the 'punch' portion of that might think I was trying to mug him, and he could charge me with assault. Once again, dream logic makes no sense, and I go into the bathroom where his body is, to get into the tub so I can brush the icecream off my teeth and wash the blood off of my fists.

This is your second cameo, btw. You're already in the bathtub naked, squatting in front of the faucet washing your face. I have already taken off all of my clothes, and so you and I are squatting in the bath tub and I ask you to share some water with me via wash basin and you dump some over my shoulders for me. Everything is somehow fine and normal for this short part.

Then, all of a sudden, you're Ambi. This part is interesting to me, because the entire time you're you, I don't notice anything strange. But as soon as you're Ambi, all of a sudden it's like there's 'someone in there with me' in an unpleasant way. So a switcheroo has happened. Instead of wondering where you are, it's as if she's suddenly appeared and I've gone from being 'alone' to having someone fucking in there!

Let me rephrase, you didn't disappear, she just appeared. There was no 'where is MJ', but instead, 'what the fuck is Ambi doing here?' I looked at her and said as much. 'What the fuck are you doing in here?' And she was like, uhm, I'm taking a bath, hello. I said, jesus, have you been in here the whole time? If you've been here the whole time... Wait a minute, did you see what I did to that guy?' 'What guy?' 'There's a guy out there, bleeding in a pile on the floor. I punched him. You didn't see?' 'No...' 'Fuck, do you know what this means!' 'No...?' 'I don't have a witness!' 'And...?' 'Don't take this the wrong way, okay? But seriously, if your friend is being molested and you're like five feet away, and he PUNCHES the guy six feet across the floor and breaks his nose, dont'cha think maybe you should take notice? In the future, can we make this a normal occurrence, where I KNOW if you're suddenly going to show up, and uh, you employ a little 'assess, assist, report'?' (For some reason, 'assess, assist, report' was a construct in the dream like 'stop, drop, and roll' or 'grab, squeeze, twist, and pull', a short phrase you remember to react with in situations like these.')

She gives me this hurt look. I sigh and ask her to please hand me the tooth paste. She holds the toothpaste in her hand and smiles at me, and goes, 'Well mister, if you want it so bad, you'll just have to get it!~' And she fucking tosses it out of the shower, right next to Justin, on the floor. 'god damnit, do you have any idea what you've fucking done?!' I now reach my arm out of the tub, scrambling my fingers across the floor, to see if I can reach the toothpaste without getting out.

And Justin starts getting up.
I am scared shitless.

He groans and I can see through the curtain that he's holding himself up over the sink, checking his broken nose and sneezing blood onto the counter. I'm thinking 'shit, if he remembers I did that to him, I'm toast' I feel something against my finger, and it's not the toothpaste tube- but the back of his leather boot. I just bumped it. I snake my hand back into the shower and start to silently panic.

He turns around, and starts reaching toward the shower curtain. His hand reaches around and, doesn't open it, he just puts his hand past it... And he's holding the toothpaste. 'Hey, did one of you drop this? Same one I use. God... My head hurts. I can't remember what the hell happened. Did either of you guys see me fall, or something?' I say, 'No, sorry! Didn't even realize you were out there until you got up. You must've fallen after we were already inside, and the shower must've covered the noise.'

He says, 'Thanks, sorry about that... ooowughh...' and wanders off.

MJ COMMENTS: The breast feeling references Danny(chauvinist guy), but also references abusive relationships (I hate what he's doing but it feels good) and your capacity to actually break out of them. One of the things that holds you back from doing so is the fear that you would hurt a person who doesn't respect you. You punched Justin and it worked - because you realized you can get out - but it harmed him spectacularly. Which you felt terrible about. Then Ambi is in the bathtub, and she's not as comfy as me being there. You tell her "I'm looking for your approval" and she said "Hahaha, it's over there by the nasty guy". Which shows a need for control. Cue the fear of retaliation... (The toothpaste symbolizes approval. i.e., "Please give me something I would expect from you, since we are friends." "No! I deny it to you mock playfully, because I can! I control y00.") It's simply something you have no control over, and Ambi reduces your control further. (me: I think this is a nod to the common theme I have with people pulling the 'obliviously or half awaredly endangering your wellbeing in ways that wouldn't happen if we took you seriously'. This seems to happen in WL pretty often. Where my situation is glossed over, or the seriousness of my concerns dismissed and people do 'funny stuff' or 'whatever' and fuck my world up royally with their carelessness.)

THIRD DREAM:

It's my birthday. Justin(no longer a stranger, but my friend and exboyfriend as he is in WL) tells me he wants to take me to a cosmetics counter for my birthday, and I can just pick out a bunch of things that I like, and he'll treat me to them as a present. And he won't judge me, or give me crap, period, apart from maybe telling me I'm pretty. He reminds me that if I get a manicure done, he wants one, too. So we go to a counter, and we go to a Morning Glory, too, where we buy a bunch of really cute inane girly barrettes for our hair.

I get all kinds of beautiful eyeshadow, including bright violet and emerald green. When I get back to 'their house', (his house and her house, is the same thing. They don't necessarily 'live together', it's just that both their houses are 'not my house', thus, there is no difference in the dream and they're lumped together.) it's a strange combination of his house, and Ambi's.

I'm really happy right now, and so I decide to vacuum their ceiling for them, which hasn't been cleaned in ages. I flip a switch that also uses anti-gravity to move small particles from the carpet, to the ceiling, so I can suck them up in one go. They chide me for cleaning their house on my birthday, but I assure them don't worry, just a little more and I'll be done, I promise.

Justin's parents are there and they both smile and shake their heads at me, so does Ambi's mom and Justin and everyone hugs me. Then they wave goodbye, say they're going to go to the store or some such, and you kids play nice... Everyone leaves except Ambi.

She looks excited for me and says, 'So what did you get for your birthday?' And I open up a bright pink purse to show her all of the beautiful eyeshadow Justin gave to me(I am happy in this moment)...And it turns out all of the pots and jars and palettes were smashed and crushed somehow in transit, on the way to their house. So the entire bottom of the bag is just filled with broken jars and the powder is smashed to the point where it's mixed, and the color of dirt.

I am really sad at this, and frustrated. I say, 'It's such a huge waste... Those were all new, there were so many colors in there, and now it's just... Brown. How am I even going to put this to use..? I can't use this for anything, now. It's wasted...'

I start to cry.

She puts her hands on my shoulders and says, 'Alex, hey. It isn't as if it mattered. Your acne is so bad you look like you have some kind of terrible skin disease anyway.' I say to her, 'You're such a fucking bitch, god!' And she says, 'Oh yeah? Well YOU HAVE FUCKING ACNE, SO THERE!' I full on boo-hoo cry at this. I mean, fists to my eyes and everything, like a little kid, and that's the end.

MJ COMMENTS: 'Your birthday with Justin is wish fulfillment, and it's an indictment of Ambi. Your dream implies that Justin understands your desire for cosmetics more. Showing the cosmetics to Ambi is what broke them. One of the things I've learned about dreams is that unexpected events are always causally related to the circumstances when you notice them. I don't really know the exact scene, but her wanting to see them makes she actively broke them, and it's not your fault - her dialogue afterward is just aimed at her breaking you down.

July 19th, 2010

It's 2:05 AM, and I have gone to bed to sleep.

Its 3:29 AM and I have awoken, my dream not being lucid or controlled, but mostly remembered.

I don't know how I've gotten here, it's somewhere with my friends who I will call Jorge, B, Ricardo and my brother ehalv.

At first we all rush into a white van, which belongs to the "Crips". We discover somehow that crip means "blue". We are all pretty shocked by this for some reason. We hop into the van in a rush. Why we entered the van with no precaution in it being owned by a gang, I don't know. A lingering sense that we we're running away exists. I get in last, already stuffing myself into the car. The first person I see is Ricardo in the front passenger seat. Wether he was there all along or not I don't know. He's asking me if the mosh pit was awesome, and then tells me it was. I shake my head yes. Someone appears to get in the car but we have already begun driving. We're in a hurry. I look behind me, only one kid sits on the left, alone. I notice the kid beside me attempt to hop back to fill the remaining seat and free room in this row. At this time, something out the front window catches my eye and I notice the driver has been distracted. He has veered off course, to his left a little, missing a right hand turn, over a curb and next to a playground. At this point I say "Hell no--AW HELLLL NO! He's on the playground! He missed the turn were on the grass!" and I say a little more, but I can't remember. Everyone laughs at the idea of me saying that in this situation, where I also began in turn giggling. We leave the car at this time, still laughing, someone repeats what I've said. In front of the car to the right is the playground, and several feet ahead of it there are dips, hills petruding in the grass going downward. Almost like giant stairs of grass. The driver says it's okay and that this is where we're supposed to be. I say aloud "It's all good unless the boys come!", or something along the lines. Not seconds later does gunfire erupt behind us. I sense bullets flying past me, as if they were raindrops falling sideways. We hurry to get into the van.

I've woken up.
A flash of a letter written to me on paper or a social networking site says "you used to scare me years ago but ever since i got a ...(taste*) i've wanted another ..." This is all I remember. It is from, who I will call, Rose.

Regret fills my head, as does guilt, for not remembering the rest of the letter, or other important information and other parts of dreams I may have fell into. Although I feel regret, I think it is falsely diagnosed to an event that has never occured before, and in being so, couldn't have affected my social, or in any case, daily life.

The dreams were not vivid. They were more of ideas that grew spontaneously, wildly and with ease, but never seemed to acheive full visual scope. At least, if I'm remembering correctly.

It is 4:06 AM and I return to bed to sleep. In my hand I hold an object. No larger than a chess piece, but considerably heavier.

It is 6:59 AM, I dreamt a little. I find it funny I remember less even though I was asleep for longer.
I hear commotion outside of my bed room. I end up in my breezeway facing outside at the door, I kneel down, I hear people yelling and talking. My friend Justin rides his bike into my backyard, he looks at me and says "I think I got a five", discreetly. He means five dollars. Suddenly they begin talking very loudly and my parents lights turn on, I tell them to keep it down. They panic and Justin hands me a gun. "We found a gun, a real gun, here" he says. I grab it and it feels heavy. Very heavy. I begin to panic as they leave, or dissapear but both are relative. I set it down beside some plants outside and walk back into the breezeway. Through the door in front of me, I see a group gathered. I exit the door back outside, this time into my front yard, and see my oldest brother surrounded by people asking him questions. He seems to have it under moderate control. I ask what it's all about. He says the dog got loose again. Standard procedure. I head inside, my dad is talking to someone about pizza, or food. I end up going downstairs to pee because someone is in the bathroom. A christian man follows me. He needs to pee and pees on the opposite side of the room. I end up not peeing at all and head back upstairs, with a handfull of bacon in my hands.

I'm awoken and the object I had held in my hand before falling asleep is laid side by side next to my phone on my bed. Seemed placed carefully, but I cannot remember doing so.

#950:
Date: July 17th, 2010
Length: 4 minutes

The world is coming to an end, apparently. I'm outside with a couple people (the precise location is actually on a highway I've been on IRL), one of which is my mom, and we're planning an escape to some safe place. It seems that most people haven't realized that a series of huge disasters is about to occur. I look up at the sky, and see a large storm brewing, which will apparently destroy everything (there might also have been an earthquake coming, too).

We've apparently secured a plane, and so we're gathering our stuff as quickly as we can so we can leave. At some point, my mom realizes she forgot something that I apparently wanted, and she seems very sad about it (I think she even cried). I feel really sorry for her, and tell her it's really not that important to me. Eventually, someone (the "leader" of our group of people) announces that we need to leave very soon, and so to finish what we're doing.

We end up on some airstrip, at night, in the pouring rain. The plane has already begun firing up its engines, and so we have to quickly get on. I think the plane was already moving or something, so it was hard to move around. I quickly got on and got strapped in, expecting a rough ride. After that, I don't recall much, except some instants of extreme turbulence, and thinking to myself that I should have just stayed on the ground and died there, instead of dying in a plane crash that was seeming more and more likely.



#951:
Date: July 17th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

This was kind of a weird dream. I start out in some kind of underground place that looks like a mix of a small airport, a construction zone, and a sewer system. I'm there with Bruce Willis, and a girl who is supposed to be his daughter. We're apparently trying to escape this class and get back to the surface. We climb a bunch of ladders and walk across several metal walkways, and get to some place where we set down a few backpacks that I guess we were carrying this whole time.

We wait around for a bit, then start noticing something moving in one of the backpacks. We find that really strange, and I reach for the bag and try to feel what's inside. As I set my hand on the backpack, I feel a large, spherical creature, and it starts moving frantically. I recoil, and we carefully open the bag. The creature quickly jumps out -- it's a kind of giant, smooth hairball, and we're all freaked out by it. It's pretty aggressive, but we back off and it eventually goes away. Bruce Willis explains something weird about how it was created by hair that fell in the backpack and rotted.

Eventually, we manage to find our way back to the surface. I walk outside, alone now. There isn't much around, except a dirt road, which I follow. At this point, I somehow realize (I think by looking at an advertising panel?) that all this was actually a commercial for Toyota. I'm a bit angry about this, and just keep walking down the road.



The other day I also had a sort of semi-lucid dream. All I can really remember from it is some sex, and going up to a counter, and asking someone for "polymorph potions," which they gave to me. The liquid was a sort of silvery color.