non-lucid

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.

Bunch of short dreams:



#946:
Date: July 12th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

I was at my old school, and it was lunch time. I had planned to eat with a friend, and sat down at a table waiting for him, but he kept stalling. I could see him walking around, not really sure what he was doing. Eventually I tried to talk to him, but he wasn't really making much sense. I ended up just sitting down alone and eating.



#947:
Date: July 12th, 2010
Length: 5 minutes

Mostly fragments of a dream based on the great movie Oldboy. I recall at one point being inside some kind of bar in a skyscraper, and seeing someone in a mirror's reflection and knowing he was after me. I tried to find him, but all around me were more mirrors, and I could only see his reflection. The dream involved some kind of mystery with someone (me?) getting kidnapped. At some point I was walking in a desert, and fought off a bunch of humanoid creatures (demons?). After what was apparently a long journey, I found myself in a movie theater, watching a movie that was supposed to reveal the truth about why all this had happened. I don't remember much from it. A few other people were there, including the person behind all this. I ended up just walking out into the street, and talking with some girl who knew a friend of mine.


#948:
Date: July 13th, 2010
Length: 3 minutes
I'm testing some kind of video game, though I'm "in" it, not playing it. There are these very fast, easy to maneuver, small aircraft that look kind of like airspeeders from Star Wars. I pilot one (the dream goes into third person view of the aircraft during this). Soon enough, more people arrive and start testing out the ships as well. Eventually, it seems that everything shifts to "real life" (although my surroundings don't really change, except that there are a couple more buildings around). I hijack a nearby aircraft, and end up in a dogfight against a few others. I remember shooting one down, and then leaving the area.



#949:
Date: July 14th, 2010
Length: 3 minutes

Kind of a strange dream. I was in my room, and apparently discovered a scroll that, when read, allowed you to see or transport to "a hidden dimension." For some reason I ended up with Aquanina (don't know why in particular) on the phone, and she was apparently in this scroll, and if I read it allowed, it would supposedly affect both of us. I remember reading the scroll for a long time, but then I think it turned more into a kind of lucid dream attempt. I don't recall actually seeing anything different.

18.07.2010

Shared apartment with a tiny elevator. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to bed pretty tired. I had a a very rough evening at work. I was able to recall five dreams, however, some of them were fragments.

Fourth of the night:

I was in a very high skyscraper. My apartment was located in one of the top floors. We had three rooms in our home. Each room was rented by a single tenant. We all shared the living room. One of the rooms was located in an indoor balcony.
I entered the apartment and I saw like a small bed in the balcony. The balcony had dark red floors and it was very sunny. I told my wife, "Oh no! They rented the balcony, we are going to have company now." My wife replied, "Do not worry, it's just 14 days."

I wondered how he could make a living in an indoors balcony. It was the most expensive room to rent and the most inconvenient one. I felt that at least he or she would have plenty of sun to take.
We had a small fridge in our room and we were going to prepare something for eating.
Suddenly, two guys entered the apartment. There was a 5'4'' heavy male DC and introduced the other guy to my wife saying, "She is who I was talking you about that amazing mashed potatoes dish." They shook their hand. I was introduced to the new guy as well and he shook my hands, fist pounding.

We left the apartment to go somewhere. We wanted to go to Game Empire, a card store to play some cards with a few friends. We had to stop in a different store first and do some arraignments. We were wondering if they would have M11 Fat Packs for sale of if they sold out already. I realized I forgot to take something from home that I needed for the arrangements. I stopped by my building and grabbed the elevator to my apartment. The elevator was not bigger than three square feet, so I could barely fit in. There was food inside like if it was a fridge. While I was in the elevator, I was able to see myself in the elevator and a small TV that was showing the interior of the elevator.

I got home and I was trying to get the address of the first place we had to go. I left my building and my wife was waiting for me. We went for a walk and we realized it was the Finals for the World Cup. We wanted to go back to our apartment, we tried to fit in the tiny elevator, but the both of us could not fit in. I started to take stuff out from the elevator. My wife advised me that I was not doing the right stuff.

I saw a TV somewhere and I could see one of the Netherlands players running very happy. I could see a 4-5 score, but I knew it was not the amount of goals scored but other stuff such as faults.

Missed dream signs:
- The apartment.
- A balcony being a single apartment.
- The tiny elevator.
- The two male DCs.
- The finals for the World Cup (the thing ended already)

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for a Task of the Year.

18.07.2010

Annoyed at the Olive Oil store (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to bed pretty tired. I had a a very rough evening at work. I was able to recall five dreams, however, some of them were fragments.

Second of the night:

I was at work at the Olive Oil store. We had two tasting bars and I had to clean both of them. I was bothered the other female worker did nothing. I was talking about work hours with someone. It was around the afternoon. I woke up annoyed.

Missed dream signs:
- Cleaning the store while it was open.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Leave the store and blast the dancers if present.
- Head for a ToTY.

I was back in the early 15th century. There were numerous castles around me. All I could see was castles, and endless green fields. Everything was very brightly colored, a vision that I rarely see. It was magnificent. There was one slight problem, though. I gigantic dragon was attacking the city. It was red, and it's scales were sharp as a knife. It was breathing fire all over, and was causing more destruction with it's spike hammer tail.
The next thing I remember, I am on a horse, and dressed in epic knight armor. The horse wasn't real, for it was hovering! It had micro hover pads attached to it's shoes. I found that completely normal. I had a long lance in my hand.



I continued towards the dragon, with all my might. Suddenly, and without a warning, the dragon turned to dust and vanished. There goes my battling spirit. I turn around to see the one who had spoiled my day, and get mesmerized.



Konoka, from Mahou Sensei Negima, for those who know her. Need to cut my anime intake. -_-
But, she was dressed in a style similar to this, and looked way more mature than in the manga:



If you have read, or watched the series named, you know about Konoka's personality. She is sweet and relaxed, and is fun to hang around with. Add the bad ass-ness to the personality, plus the sexiness, and it makes my perfect type of girl.
I lost all thought. I could gaze look stupidly at her. I was transfixed.
She comes up to me. Without warning, she kisses me. I was shocked. My DCs don't usually do anything unless I, um, take the aggressive role. But it was a blissful sensation. About half a minute into it, and I wake up.

"Sometimes in dreams, waking up is the most painful part."

I was following someone. We were on a lone road. It was dark, but I could see clearly. It was raining very heavily. I was in a hurry. I knew that the person running in front of me had to be stopped, for his own good. I remember that it was one of my close friends, and I wanted to save him. He was searching for someone, and very desperately at that. He was in a tuxedo, the kind you see in weddings. But it was all messed up since we both were running so hard.
He was completely out of control. He was screaming someone's name, I forget what it was. I knew that he was shaken emotionally by some event, and he was trying desperately to put things back the way they were. We were still running, the road was endless. He wasn't getting tired, and neither was I. The matter involved was too great to be concerned about such trivial things. I knew that whomever he loved was being held captive, by a really dangerous organization, which was basically her own family. Something about the mafia boss's daughter falling in love with a commoner.
He suddenly went down a staircase, that popped out of nowhere on the sidewalk we were walking on. It was a steep one, which made climbing down easier. It was even darker here, but I could see very clearly. I realized that the staircase led to a train station under the ground. It was all eerie here. Without warning, a shriek split the night's quietness. It was not a man's scream. It came from someone, a girl, who I knew, but could not exactly point out who it was. I was terrified by it, as it sounded like the scream from someone who is being tortured.
Another piercing wail. I was getting really tensed now, because both of my friends' lives were at stake. Hearing the scream, my other friend panicked even more, and started running even more wildly. He was following the direction of the sound. No. He CAN'T go there. He just CAN'T! I hurried to stop him. He jumped into a train that somehow was there now. I followed.
A change of scenario took place. Now, I was in a factory. To be more precise, I was in a large room, about ten meters square. The room led to another similar one, and there was a separation between the two, the kind you see in garages. There was a linear chain of similar rooms, each connected to the one before it. My friend kept running through these, and every time I followed him, the separation would become intact. However, I slipped in through them, as if they were nothing but water. When i tried this for the fifth time, I woke up.

DREAMNONDREAMSCENEDESCRIPTIONLUCID

I am in my bedroom, really sleepy, I barely open up my eyes, and I see my door. My dad opens it. He's talking to himself that he wants to wake me up. He goes to the right side of my bed, and he continues to talk to himself. He wanted to poke me, but he hesitated, he didn't want to wake me. Then, in my super tired, half asleep voice, I talk to him, very quietly, and as if I'm out of breath. I start to say something like "Dad, I'm so tired..." "It's like I'm half dreaming..." Then, I wake up, and I look where my dad was when I opened my eyes, and sure enough, he was gone.

DREAMNONDREAMSCENEDESCRIPTIONLUCID

Not a surprise, this dream and my next dream are like this because I took a nice long 2 hour nap-I didn't sleep well last night PLUS I had to get up 2 hours earlier then normal for church .

I'm in my bedroom.I am just SO tired-that happens often to me in nap dreams. Well, I want to get up really bad, but I am just SO tired, so I decide to walk where I am half sleeping with my eyes closed-for real, I am good about feeling my way around in my basement. Well, I am then in the family room, and I felt the couch. In my mind, I saw what it looked like. Next thing I know, I'm back in my bedroom. I then saw that I was holding onto the couch in my bedroom that REALLY doesn't exist-right behind my bed in the middle of the room! At that point, I opened my eyes to see that.

DREAMNONDREAMSCENEDESCRIPTIONLUCID

I'm in a public bathroom, aparently for both genders . I am in front of one of the last stalls, the family one. I see two guys in the bathroom on both sides , going. I think I thought the one to the left was cute, but then I saw, from the corner of my eyes that he was going (tush down...), and I looked away . Then, I am still in the bathroom, but I am no longer in between stalls, and it seems as though the bathroom is endless in size. Now, I see this one girl in the open having issues...She was # 2 all over her. EEWWWW(maybe I was remembering that one gross scene in that one movie with people from India that I don't recall the name of). Now, the girl is next to me and she is clean. Someone then tells her she still smells, and reluctantly she goes back to clean off some more. Then, some of the guys there, one my age, maybe others like my little sister's age, 14, and they were talking about guys, and how I like to flirt with them, something around those lines. And, fail, and I say that I only REALLY do it in the way that they're speaking of in dreams , LD's usually. FAIL.

Ok, this dream was the product of me being bored today and wanting to see how well i could do with dream recall as i have almost 0% recall. I took 2 1 hour naps in the living room, awakening between each with my cell phone alarm. I only remembered 1 dream. Here it is.

Star Wars Soccer
Ok, so the dream started with me being in a 1st person shooter type scenario. Im situated in a rocky, hilly field. Im shooting at some far off little animals, and theres reticles and health bars and the whole nine yards as far as the video imagery goes. I then start taking fire from presumably a sniper in a far off rocky outcrop. I take cover and return fire, killing him. That then alerts nearby enemies to fire at me as well, and a firefight ensues. I try to run to a better cover spot, and then the battle explodes. People pour out from everywhere, most of them star wars related, people with light sabers, storm troopers, etc. Im running in this stone valley bordered by rocky highlands on each side, there were thousands of places for people to take cover, so the battle was extremely epic. I was sprinting through the crossfire towards a certain factions main congregation, a faction i guess my brain synthesized, called the Crystal Sword Warriors. Of course they have giant multi-colored swords made of crystals. I tried to sneak up on thier leader and kill him, but somehow my mentality did a 180 and i became the Crystal Warriors second in comand. At this point the fighting stopped and the leaders of the respective factions agreed to meet in he center of the field to discuss a truce. At first it was very serious feeling, but then it suddenly changed and i became aware that this was actually the team captain meeting before a soccer game and that we were about to play, army vs army, and that this was currently being telivised. Oh, and the US soccer team was there as well . We for some reason start making jokes to eachother, and the Sith team captain tries to be a ham and make an epic speech in front of the cameras, but one of my crystal guys sneak up behind and kics his legs out. Everyone laughs and to my surprise the Sith doesnt slice my dudes head off. Then someone else, i dont remember who, tries the same deal, to make an epic spech. The US team captain, he happens to be Han Solo, comes over and pours toothpicks all over the guys head, also resulting in laughter. Han comes over to me and gives me a cheesy smile, which results in me backhanding him across the face pimp-style. More laughter, however this laughter is very forced and over-the-top as to appease the camera men and thier stations. After the cameras are gone, everyone turns on thier heels and briskly walk away from eachother back to thier soccer armies. I wish Han good luck before i go and he responds pleasantly, i forget exactly what he did. I then woke up. Which is sad, cause i really wanted to see thousands of storm troopers, Sith and random American athletes playing soccer at once.

I also had a fragment of a dream. I was in my dinning room, and my mom was sitting outside in the back yard. I looked at the table, and there was a tiny basket with two gross looking mice in it, their features were all distorted and actively changing, they looked like reflections in a pool of water. I frantically called my mom over to deal with it. She came inside, grabbed the mice and, crying, wrenched thier necks, resuling in a horrid cracking noise. The secod mouse she accadently removed the head from, resulting in our collective disgust.

I guess thats it, hopefully i can recall some dreams tonight when i can get some longer REM cycles going on.

13.07.2010

Trying to fly (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a completely white room. it was not so big, but there was enough space. I was there with a friend from real life. I wanted to fly, so I was jumping in the air, but it wasn't working. Then she wanted to help me. The only thing she had to do, was standing in front of me, with the back to me. Then I stretched my arms and started flappering with them. I went slowly in the air, but i had to flapper excessively. When I was about 2 meters high, I went up faster, and I could fly. I was flying around for a few seconds, making corners was still a little hard but it was good enough. I tried to enjoy the flying. I landed again. It was still the same small room, but it was just bigger the higher I went. Suddenly an other friend was there too. He wanted to try it too. He stood behind her, and instead of moving his arms to fly, he started touching her. This frustrated me and I unconsciously pushed him away with my mind. He went behind her again, and he started touching her again.

The touching of him mostly frustrated me, because he is really like this in real life, and he only annoys them with it, only when he is drunk, and she is a friend who already has a boyfriend so it was wrong.
This dream might have been a little lucid, because I tried to fly, and I maybe had a little control over what I did. Flying would be one of the first things I would try when I become lucid so I practiced in a normal dream

DC's: 2 friends

18.07.2010

Hiding from Nazi's (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was with my mother and a brother that I don't have IRL in my room, my brother was about 3 years old. The only objects in my room were my closets and my bed. the rest of the room looked ugly and grey. Then my mother said she heard something. She said it were nazi's that were looking for us. I didn't hear anything, so we were silent and then I heard them too, they were looking for us! I knew I didn't have to fear anything, because I'm an atheist, but if they ask, I will just say that I'm a christian. My mother and my brother were Jewish, so I was worried for them. I thought they were also going to rob us or look for stuff to prove that we were jewish, so I opened my most left closet and started looking for my money. They were all pieces of 2€. I heard the nazi's in the background and we were panicking. I put all the money in my pockets and went to my mother and brother. The nazi's were close to the door now, so they went to sit on their knees on my bed with their hands in the air. For some reason, I went to sit behind my bed, but that hurted on my knees so I also went on the bed. Then the nazi's came in my room. They took my brother and my mother downstairs. A little later they let my mother and my brother come back upstairs to me, while the nazi's were downstairs in our couches. I told my mother that I was afraid of what they were going to do to them. I gave her a hug. Then she told me they killed Molly, our cat. I became very angry. Then I worried about our other cat, I looked next to me and there she was. She looked handicapped. I wanted to find a knife or something sharp to kill the nazi's for what they have done to my cat. I couldn't find anything, the only knives were downstairs in the kitchen, past the nazi's.

The grey theme was there again, I also had this the same night, 2 dreams ago.
While my other cat was dead, I still am now happy that I saw my alive cat again, because IRL, she is the one who is dead. The reason she looked handicapped was probably because she has been through a lot (BUT SURVIVED!) and later when they ran over her with their fucking car, I saw her messed up, and I kind of had that image in my dream. One of the first things I want to do when I am lucid is see her.
What also is odd is that I see my mother a lot in my dreams, but not my father.

DC's: mother, both my cats

I've had the most horrible recall of my whole life this past week, but last night I FINALLY remembered some dreams. (My poor recall isn't the only reason for my absence. I was also somewhat obsessed with a sort of roleplaying game that I'm not even a part of.)

7/18/10

1- Rat-Girl
I go into our tool shed to see if I can find the mouse family my mother has told me about. Instead, I see a strange girl sitting over a group of young rats. The girl has silvery white hair and... rat ears on top of her head. WTF? My mom must be blind if she thinks these are mice.

The girl sends her "children" off to their room while she talks to me. She explains that she's not a ratgirl, but a wolfgirl. I don't believe her.

2- Searching for Food (short version, because it was rather long and pointless)
On the first day of school, the lunch room is closed. I am told that there is a table set up on "Sunny Street" where I can get my food, but by the time I get through the frustrating maze that leads to it, lunch is over.