Non-Lucid Dreams
06.05.201088: 5.6.10; 9:15AM Birthday Party and Antique Dresses for Julia. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm at ma's house, during a birthday party for Julia. Sarah and some of her friends are there and start watching a movie on a massive TV, and I watch a little of it. Later, I'm buying antique dresses for Julia.
05.05.201087: 5.5.10; 9:45AM Part 2: Looking For Emily. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am driving around in a truck looking for Emily, with the understanding that we're playing some game or are in some competition.
05.05.201087: 5.5.10; 9:15AM Part 1: Steve Vai Guitar. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I order a Steve Vai guitar online, and it shows up in my hands shortly thereafter. I begin to play it fingerpicked, and I switch around some settings (either on a pedla, on an effects processor, or on the guitar itself - I don't recall) to get different tones he uses. However, none of them sounded quite like Steve.
04.05.201086: 5.4.10; 9:56AM Part 2: Outta My Vehicle! (MILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am in a red SUV that doesn't belong to me, and a bald young man gets into the back seat, requesting I drive him to his home. He's clearly a leech, looking to bum rides off people, so I politely try to get him to leave. After trying to reason with him, I lose my cool and turn around in my seat, shouting "You have 10 seconds to get out." He continues to talk and stall. I say "5 seconds!" He threatens to call his posse and pulls out his phone to call them. I figure this is my chance - I wrestle his phone away from him and hold it out my window, threatening to throw it and start driving off. He leans against the window behind mine, where he is sitting, and tries to reach for it. I hit the button to roll down his window and he tumbles out. Rolling up all my windows and locking the doors, I drive off. However, the window on my passenger side wasn't all the way rolled up, allowing him to latch on and try to pull himself inside the vehicle again. I grabbed him by the neck and forced him (very roughly) back out, watching him take a seriously painful-looking roll down the tall hill from the road I was on, heading straight into a park bench while clenching his throat and fighting for breath. I turn my focus back to the road, celebrating by spouting profanities and laughing my rear end off from what I did to that guy. I see ahead of me some familiar signs and realize I'm in Las Vegas, which I had mentioned in an earlier dream (one I haven't logged from this night). I'm still excited and laughing about recent events and start shouting that I'm in Vegas. I realize I'm in a dream, and start shouting, "This is a lucid dream!" I keep driving, and driving well I might add, while I try to remember the tasks of the month. I remember to give someone a flower, and look around for someone to give it to. Slowly but surely, people appear on sidewalks and benches, including an old lady in a light blue sweatshirt who's out for a walk. I figure she's a nice enough person to deliver a flower to, and I park the vehicle to hop out and hand her a flower. While I'm trying to summon a flower in my hand, the dream goes fuzzy and I slip into a false awakening in which I'm trying to DEILD, and find myself explaining it to someone who'd asked me what I was doing. I woke up thereafter from an external sound.
At the beginning, I was a nun, in the 1930s-1940s and for some reason, me and the mother superior had to hide from other people. She guided me down some staircase that went very deep underground. The walls and the stairs were made of a beige stone. At some point I noticed a room, to the West of the stairs, that was strangely light for something so deep. Then I somehow got separated from the older nun and decided to go back up to the world of the living. I somehow turned into a young, typically post-war looking young lady. I was in a city that looked like Paris, and I was reunited with a young man I had tender feelings for and whom I hadn't seen for a very long time (because he was a soldier?). He looked like one of my mates from high school, Vincent. Vincent and me went for a ride in his (or mine?) car, a coupé from the 1940s too. We started to discuss the result of the upcoming (actual) French presidential elections, being worried that Sarkozy would be elected. I worked in England and was back in France for a short time only. I wondered if he would accept to come and live with me in England if Sarko was elected. Then we went back to were we came from, except that for some reason we were driving on a railway now. We arrived at a station where he disappeared and I hooked up with 2 older male friends. We went in the underground part of the station, which happened to be in Tokyo. There were all sorts of little shops selling pointless gadgets such as only the Japanese can make! Among other, I was amazed to find little porn figurines with the face of Emma Watson! But my mates were delighted. Then we took a corridor to go upstairs and the station turned into a ferry, and I was with my parents. It was a very luxury cruise ship, the kind we couldn't afford anyway. We saw that restaurant which looked very expensive, and had a French name which I have forgotten, except that there was "jeudi" (Thursday) in it. We asked if we could have a table, and the waiter ask if we'd booked, to which we said yes, even if it wasn't true. He gave us a table someone else had booked. Unfortunately, the cuisine was pretty poor, and I protested, he said there were some sort of restrictions. What's more my parents and I were worried the people who had rightfully booked the table would come and we would be uncovered.
Date unsure, before or around 2002. One of the longest and most detailed dreams I have ever had. My name is Marion and I am antarcticologist. It's night-time and with my friends François and Elodie* aboard our ship, I am en route to the South Pole. We "park" near the ice cap, and François and I take to measure the thickness of the ice cap while Elodie, hands in her pockets, is observing us from far away. The ice cap is 3 metres (10 ft) thick. We then decide to go back to the closest harbour: Cape Town in South Africa (we can already see the lights from Antarctica). Once in Cape Town, we must navigate between the wharves to find a place to park our ship. When it is done, I stroll a little in the docks. There are stacks of wooden boxes everywhere, on which you can climb like on a mountain. While I am having my little walk, I see a young man** hiding in one of the empty boxes, the side of which is missing. People are looking for him, calling him a thief. He hasn't seen me and, feeling some sort of sympathy towards him, I do not denounce him. Later, my dog and my cat*** go to the hotel to prepare the rooms we had booked. (yes, they can talk). When my friends and I join them, the hotel manager gives us a tour of the hotel. It is built on the side of a valley, near what looks like a big lake, and it also is a camp park. But there is not pitch whose number is under 26, because all these pitches were flooded when a dam broke, and the valley has been flooded since then: there was no lake before. There is also a football field (soccer, for you Americans), which is half flooded too (it is not plane). We are told that 10 years ago, a child tragically drowned there. Back inside the hotel. While walking in the corridor, I see a door which is ajar. Inside, the thief is negotiating with a babushka for an expensive object. When the deal is done, I see the old lady putting her money in her shoes' heels. It is a very well known technique among thieves (although I have no idea of how I know that). The thief sees me and kind of wink at me, and I wonder if he may have seen me the first time. Then I go back to the football pitch and I have a flash-back of the little boy's death. There was a match between two children's teams on the pitch, although half of it was under water. In the "deep end", there was up to one metre of water (3ft). After the match, one of the boys, the goal, went looking for the ball, under water**** He knew the ball was on the other side of the fence, so he bent under water, slipped his hand between the (how do you call that ???) lozenges of the fence to pull the ball towards him, and his glove got stuck in the fence, and he drowned. When people realized he was missing, it was too late. Back to present time. I am leaning on the concrete rail with Olivier Atton*****, thinking about this drama. Oliver is positive, it is a murder disguised in accident. How could the football be behind the fence? It was too high for the ball to get there. Another flashback of my own childhood : I was on a train stopped in the middle of a flooded nowhere. There was water up until the wheels. It was raining. The train was empty, except for me. *who do not really exist. Exceptionally in this dream, original characters have names. **looking like Sidney Bristow's fair haired friend in Alias. ***original characters again. I don't have a dog, and none of my cats can speak anyway **** Yes, I know. But in that world, footballs don't float. (I should have seen it as a dream sign, just like the talking dog and cat, or seeing Cape Town's lights from Antarctica, but I didn't even know about LD at the time) ***** the French name of Captain Tsubasa, a manga football player.
Before 2002. Poulgolo is part of a moor on Quiberon peninsula, in which relatives possessed a small patch of land without any building, just heather and pine trees. In this dream my grandmother gave me a guided tour of the property, the biggest part of which I didn't know. Other members of my family, such as my younger cousin Joss, my uncle Pivy, were also there. There was actually a cloister on the property, or a half-cloister (only two "walls"), turned North-West. The rays of the setting sun enlightens the place through the pillars. On the East side of the cloister is a huge room with only three walls (the South side is open), without any window or light, so that seen from the entrance, it looks empty. In fact when you progress into it, you can see that the wall on the other side is not finished, there is a 60 cm (2 ft) opening between it and the ground, on all the length, hidden in darkness. We all get into it, using church candles to give us light. Behind the wall, the room is a really huge amphitheatre (or a giant stairway?) going down earth's depths. We walk down for several minutes. It is very wet, there are puddles and moss grows, so it is very slippery. We can't really see the walls on either side. We finally reach the bottom, where there isn't anything particular, just a big stone wall. We go back up the "stairs". My grandmother gives me the cloister and its secret amphitheatre. I cannot really interpret this. Someone give me something that was kept secret, so it must be of some value, but in the end it is a dead end. A regular pattern in my dreams : I discover that a place I thought I knew was in fact much bigger, with underground levels or hidden passageways. In my list of dreams, this features is joined with the criteria "something is not what it looks like". Another systematic feature: the orientation. In my dreams there's always a North, East... (and so on). Geographically speaking, it is most of the time very coherent, to the point that I can draw maps of the locations. Another common feature : religious locations. Many dreams occur in churches, monasteries or religious looking-buildings, even when there is no religious "action". It is worth mentioning since I am the most obtuse atheist. Is my unconscious calling for more religion in my life? Or should I say "was it", since I less frequently dream of such places these days?
There is an indent in the floor of the room, filled with water. I noticed there are colorful stones there. One of them is a big, purple one, and it easily brakes into peaces, revealing a deep purple tone inside. It looks something like this, but a bit of a shade darker. Somehow I think it wasn't amethyst. I'm going to go and search for it tomorrow at the crystal shop. I'll report if I find anything.
I am in an amusement park which I assume is "World's Of Fun", a local amusement park I had recently visited. It is flooded about waist high with water and anyone who tries to speak cannot speak. I am alone, wading through the water with numerous other people I don't recognize. I walk in to what is the "Orient" section of the park and recognize my best friend who is freaking out. We make the motions of speaking to eachother but it is silent. We then walk under a bridge and go on a ride called the "Finnish Fling", which is kind of like a swinging boat. The only relative thing I could think of was that it has been raining heavily for the past few days.
My deteriorating recall and overall haziness in my dreams has been frustrating, so since im too lazy to write things down in the middle of the night ive decided to record details on my phone then type them out here. Wish me luck! June 16 2010 I was walking through my school, I assume I was going to class or maybe leaving. Regardless, I was walking down the hall with a door at the end of it a turn at my left. The principal came over the PA and announced that standardized testing has begun, and he was going to lock down the school. Once he said this a large metal things slid over the doors preventing us from getting out. All of the students, myself included, began to run through the halls looking for a door that hasnt been sealed, I found one that wasnt quite closed but it was too low so i decided against it and eventually found one open and got out. Once I was out I felt the need to find my friend Zac, I was in the front of the school and walked around until I found my friend Dylan and Alex. I found it odd that Alex was there since he had been gone all summer(lolwut?). I got up to them and I think I asked where Zac was. Alex had two barely burning cigarettes in his hand and eventually flicked both of them at me down my shirt after some dialogue I cant recall. It was in jest so I didnt think much of it. From there that dream ends and skips to a part where me and Dylan are in this weird pool thing, the water is just above our knees and grass coming up to our chests. I dont really remember what we were doing in there but there were others in there too. After we were done everyone in the pool saw Dylans odd yellow one peice that and we all laughed and made fun of him. I was in the autatoriam for some sort of graduation thing. A teacher went up on stage and started to make a speech about religion, if we had accepted Christ or not. Some body started to heckle her, and I began to do the same. I started shouting, "SHUT UP, THIS IS BULLSHIT!" as I rushed the stage and took the mic from her. From there I made a speech about how the school system is bull shit and how organized religion is killing our world. Some of the things I can remember saying. "If you want to take it upon yourself to take that spiritual journey, eat those mushrooms, smoke that DMT, take that spiritual journey for yourself go for it, i have no problem with that. But if you are going to mindlessly cling to organized religion, a clusterfuck of organizations that have fucked over our world kill yourself.(Cheers) As everyone was leaving I said, "Go forever in love and peace!"
04.05.201086: 5.4.10; 9:56AM Part 1: A Skylit Drive T-shirts. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am inside my local Hot Topic and there are tons of A Skylit Drive shirts in stock. I search for one that I like, but all of them have designs that don't interest me, and are all purple on black. I pick out one that's mostly black, but I don't get a chance to see the design before I wake up.
02.05.201085: 5.2.10; 12:05PM Part 2: Mental Institution in the Old West. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm out at a Burger King with a friend who works at McDonald's, so we decide to make a scene and run off. I wind up back at my mom's house and see Sarah leaving, and I start looking around the house and leaving some items in hidden places that I'd removed from the premises earlier. The dream transitions again and I'm in what appears to be a mental institution combined with a hospital, and I'm talking with a woman who is very thankful for my kindness and for talking with her. I walk down the long room and through the doorway when I hear her ask, "Who are you?" I turn back and after a moment's thought, reply, "I'm just trying to help everyone." In the next room I discover, and one of the mentally unstable patients is out in the street below (this dream takes place on the second floor, and the town is looking every bit like an old Western town, by the way) with a shield and sword, and apparently requested a fight with me. Others in the room aim their rifles toward the window to shoot down at him, but I tell them to lower their weapons, that I'd fight him myself. I wake up before the fight starts.
02.05.201085: 5.2.10; 10:25AM Part 1: Beaten with a Flamethrower! (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside a game like Socom 3, my adversaries being humans and some interesting blue and black armoured monsters. I have difficulty killing the humans because no matter how many rounds I pump into their heads, they don't die. I pull out a flamethrower-like weapon and burn some monsters to death, then flip the gun around and begin beating another monster to the ground, stepping on his tail to prevent him from escaping or moving.
01.05.201084: 5.1.10; 10:45AM Matt Tuck's Credit Card. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am hanging out with Matt Tuck from Bullet For My Valentine. He's working on what appears to be homework, and sets his credit card down on the table while he works. I clearly see the numbers and consider taking them down, but I decide against it, not wanting to be malicious toward him. He asks me to help him with a worksheet of finding parallelograms, and I wake up thereafter.
With my DCs on a probationary driving period, it's up to me to play chauffeur. Also, black cats and an upcoming apocalypse. I'm watching a horror movie unfurl through its main character. In this dream, I'm a lonely, middle-aged man who lives in a run-down apartment in the north end of Halifax. I'm taking out the garbage, first thing in the morning, reflecting on the fact that I actually feel happy, for once. I just spent the night with a woman who I really like, and it looks as if the relationship might last. I feel my heart sink when I step outside. The alley is swarming with black cats. I can communicate with a few of them, and they have nothing but bad news about the supernatural elements moving around town. And that's all I remember. *** I'm standing on a rooftop in downtown Halifax, chatting with some of the people who are starting school this year. We talk about the dilapidated, ugly buildings that are most of the school buildings. I say that I actually like them; they're fun to take photographs of. Some of the buildings, I'm pretty sure I explored in previous dreams. One of them is practically abandoned, and you can scavenge a lot of material from the place, if you're looking for it. I offer a girl a ride home, and we drive through (rather confusing) one ways without much incident. The roads are practically empty. Our path continues into a parking garage and up a flight of steps, and I have to shake my head at the absurdity. I reverse, and pull back onto the road. Then I start wondering about the unisex bathrooms in the building, and how great it would be if they were everywhere. *** I'm at the Ixburg swimming pool, swimming away. We have to vacate the pool, though, to make room for the shrimp. Oh, now there's piles of pineapple and shrimp in the pool. I pick up one of the shrimp and eat it raw, not finding anything strange about this, even though I'm a vegetarian. One of my friends looks at me in horror. I wander over to talk to the Corrupt Corporate Executive by the lifeguard station, a woman who is obviously planning something evil. I ask her what's going on, and she candidly tells me that they're trying to bring about the apocalypse. "Oh, well," I say, rolling my eyes. "That's all right, then." She explains that there's actually eight or nine horsemen of the apocalypse, and how the devil, as our culture knows him, is actually one of them. She gestures at a guy with bright red skin and a scraggly beard, with insects crawling all over him. "Is that pestilence?" I ask, looking over at him. "No, that's the devil." "That's not Lucifer." I say incredulously. The woman explains that there are several entities in the known universe who have collectively been referred to as "the devil". The mythology just has us all mixed up. "So, if I decide to kill you all, I won't be inadvertently committing suicide?" "Not at all," the woman replies with a smile. "Okay..." I say awkwardly. "Good to know." Scare Factor: 3.
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