Non-Lucid Dreams
I had this fragment after a failed WILD and MILD attempt. I was eating dinner with my family and a few friends, although it felt like breakfast. I was getting some salad, but then my grandma burst into a fit of rage and started to yell at me for no reason whatsoever. A friend of mine from school, who we'll call S, was microwaving this GIANT leg of meat. I couldn't tell you what it was even if I tried. I went over and asked if I could have some. He said yes and cut off a piece for me. the slice I had was a little smaller than my monitor, so about 8 inches. the middle of the piece that was given to me had this stiff layer of cartilage and the texture reminded me a little of breaded shrimp. I can't remember what it tasted like, but it was probably something like chicken mixed with fish. All I remember is that it tasted good. I also had Van Halen on the mind for some reason, probably because it was one of S's favorite bands.
-1-Dad went to bed before finishing a crucial project required for a trip the next day. He was doing a parody of my sister and I because we were lazy and were “getting it done” by doing nothing. Also, the garage lights inside were all warm instead of white. -2-Ok, so I was in the woods on a trail. It was daytime in the woods, which had an unrealistic color to them—they looked like they had sunlight or something shining on them—there were no shadows anywhere. The woods themselves were covered in brush. There was a clean, blue pond about 30ft ahead on other trail. I ‘saw’ a Gardevoir. It looked nothing like one, but that didn’t matter, because my mind thought it was a Gardevoir, which it was. After I walk up to her, I kiss her right on the mouth. I had not intended to do this before seeing her, so there I was, seduced by a Pokemon. [New Scene] I was back at the old house again, doing unimportant stuff on a couch. Mom was on the computer and said, “[…]for baby Melissa!” At first, I was thinking, (Who) the f*** is Melissa? Suddenly, I realized that I had mated with that Gardevoir. Wat. -3-Mom and I, at an old house, watched the trailer for the Doctor Who series 9 finale. I don’t remember the single-word name. This coming episode was a take on Little Red Riding Hood. The TARDIS had a cushioned wall next to the front door. The Doctor pressed four buttons in this way: [E->S->W->N] Once the last (top) button was pressed, the neon EXIT sign lit up, and the TARDIS door opened. Once he was outside, the camera views him from a low angle to his right. The Doctor here had a wolf costume on. He then sighed and had a ‘gotta do this’ look on his face. -4-I was on this space ship with my sister and someone from the future. Every panel was lightly colored, and mostly white. This guy showed us ugly aliens that looked like humans. He said that they were from Uranus. I went *badum tss*. The guy was like, “Huh?” and I said that I thought it was funny because they were from Uranus and they were ugly. [New Scene] Apparently Grandpa was counting the number of people around—23. Suddenly, my sister and I were teleported to Pluto, which had snow on it. The landscape and the ground had a blue tint. There was zero atmosphere, even though we were breathing it. With the temperature quickly dropping, we were desperate to get on the tiny ship nearby. First, I tried what looked like a small vent that I couldn’t fit through. Then, I found the rock pit, enclosed with zipped plastic. My sister and I quickly unzipped it, jumped in and zipped it back up. I said, “Good, we’ll cool down slower in here. Make sure you zip both layers up.”
There was a iguana/Lizard that was green and orange in the yard. I didn't know if it was poison but I called my bro to come and see it. He didnt come though so I went to the living room to find him. I ended up seeing the animal on the floor near the door entrance now. It began to make a sweet howling sound almost like a orca whale(I think) sounds when calling its friends. I thought it wanted to go out so I told it not to worry and picked it up slowly so I wouldn't drop it. Woke up after that.
Updated 01-30-2018 at 08:06 PM by 67570
I had over a dozen short dreams, all of which I forgot. Luckily. Don't feel like typing that much today. One dream stood out. I woke up at 5AM from a dreadful nightmare, presumable about monsters like in 'The Thing'. Yeah, most of my nightmare creatures are from 80's movies. I felt intensely paranoid and fearful, and I jumped at every noise I heard coming from the hallway. I tried to ignore it, but couldn't. I proceeded to 'clear' my entire apartment room by room to make sure there was nothing there, and checked the doors were still locked. Only then, I calmed down a little and managed to continue sleeping.
Updated 01-28-2018 at 04:50 PM by 17412
I had a lot more of these waking hallucinations I've been having since two days ago. I remember little of their content, but they all felt so... significant. Like it's not supposed to be able to happen. I recall a remote viewing event, wanting to know the time and 'seeing' a clock through my closed eyes, and more cool shenanigans. I had an amazing degree of control over their content. Like I was controlling the story through my fantasies, fantasies that manifested themselves right in front of me. Like I was the character and 'director' of my dream at the same time. There was a moment I fantasized about meeting 'her'. The scene that unfolded in front of me was me walking up to a stage, manned by a full crew (like light and sound guys, stuff like that). I thought I'd prefer some privacy for an encounter like this, but I went along with in, anyway. I approached what looked like a wooden shape of an airplane (?) on the set. I couldn't see her, but knew 'she' was in the right seat. I took the seat next to her. The story continued and went off some wild tangent, and I wondered if I hadn't strayed too far from the original plot. One of the hallucinations turned a bit violent. Some guy did something that made me very angry, and I think I somehow got him onto the ground. I woke up feeling such intense hatred, adrenaline literally coursing through my veins. The hallucination turned to mere fantasy as I woke. I fantasized about smashing his skull to bits with a baseball bat. As my awareness of the real world got stronger, the hate subsided and I calmed down. Another hallucination happened while I was listening to the newest album of Carbon Based Lifeforms. I went from dream to wakefulness so sudden, I could 'hear the silence', and suddenly regaining my hearing and hearing the music. Like my consciousness went 'online' a second or so before my hearing did. In another dream I was being flown around a tropical environment (I think it was supposed to be the Miami area, but it looked 'flooded' and primitive somehow. Somewhat post-apocalyptic yet fully inhabited. Watching the other guy fly somehow made me realize I could do it myself. I was in the water (hard to explain again, water surrounded by shanty town houses/buildings, and had to scale a high wall. The others just flew up and over it, but I had trouble taking off from the water. I found a chair, partially submerged and attached to a wall, and decided to climb on it to give me a little boost. That's when I woke up.
Updated 01-29-2018 at 03:11 PM by 17412
Morning of January 27, 2018. Saturday. The usual water induction begins, but I lose my main threads of lucidity (which is often deliberate, as I often prefer what non-lucid dreams can render as a learning experience, and additionally, lucidity often randomly returns later in the sleep cycle anyway), though my dream remains very vivid. I find myself at our present address after the usual forest lakes and river scenes. The surfaces of the streets are replaced by water (lifelong recurring feature) but there is no association with flooding or seeing it as an unusual or “wrong” feature. It seems to be about nine o’clock at night. Apparently, we had ordered pizza, though there only seems to be one pizza when the boat arrives and the deliverer, a young unfamiliar male, bends down to hand it to me. For some reason, there is no payment made. The unknown young male has slight difficulty in backing up from the curb in front of our house. I cheerfully advise him, “Don’t bang into the sign.” (This is in reference to the “GIVE WAY” sign that, due to recent street widening, is fairly close to the middle of the street now, near the intersection.) He shows no emotion and continues to back out. There is a loud but very pleasant jingling sound, which has something to do with the movement of the boat, though this event does not really make much sense unless there is a large set of wind chimes somewhere on the boat. (It is almost as if the sound is coming from elsewhere regardless of the association.) Later, with the implication of time passing or changing, it now seems to be afternoon. I see young males riding ATVs down the street (east) and performing tricks, and I feel somewhat annoyed by their antics. The surface of the street, at least closer to the curb, is now mainly mud. We have not had pizza from a takeout restaurant since we got very ill from severe food poisoning (our oldest son being hospitalized for about a week). Even so, we did not have pizza delivered here, as the places were just down the street. The presence of water or water rising (which symbolizes sleep) is autosymbolism for entering the dream state, while water lowering over time, or being replaced by mud or some other feature (or no longer being present at all) is autosymbolism for leaving the dream state. This has been the case on a day-to-day basis since early childhood, for over fifty years. The jingling association is based on chimes (which I often bump into) being near the bathroom door. The area near the curb was actually muddy in real life recently. They had put in a corner section with a ramp, but no other part of a sidewalk has been added in weeks.
Morning of January 27, 2018. Saturday. Dream #: 18,667-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Zsuzsanna and Marilyn are present. (My dream self does not recall Marilyn had died.) We are in the Loomis Street house in the open area between the living room and dining room. I face west towards the dining room. I begin to play a computer game that my youngest son had been playing. It resembles a pool table, but there seems to be only one corner pocket. Several creatures of different sizes sit on it. I need to deliver the ball into the pocket before an animal gets to it, making it harder to play. There is also a gun with which I can shoot the animal. As I play, Marilyn informs me about going out to buy a meal, talking about a hamburger, asking if I want one. I nod lightly. Meanwhile, the game becomes real. That is, there is now a pool table in the room, replacing the computer workstation. My dream self does not register the change. I am near one corner. There is a cat atop the table, but I am aware it is a computer-generated tangible hologram. I reach over to pick up the light gray rubber ball and hold it over the pocket to drop it in. I am unsure if this is the way to play, as it seems too simple in contrast to its previous difficulty. A different cat and ball appear, and I perform the same act again. My sense of touch as I pick up, hold, and drop the rubber ball, is augmented.
Updated 06-14-2020 at 01:23 PM by 1390
Date of Dream: SAT 27 JAN - 2018 Dream No. 271 - Separated Sections Dream 271 A - Hungry Hippo I don't remember much of this dream. From what I can remember, I was running away from something. It was beside a river and there was a big animal in the water that was chasing me, I wasn't aware of what it was at the start. I am running and running and eventually, I have to jump on some platforms like I'm in a platforming game. The animal had swung it's head up to try and get me but it would always just missed. When I got to the end of the river, I stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. The animal then came to the end of the river and popped it's head out; it was a pink coloured hippo! Rather than it being aggressive and trying to eat me, it was just now sitting there, doing nothing and rather just occasionally snorting at me. I had a better examination of the hippo and I said to myself as well as adoringly to the hippo, “Aaaaaah... It's actually Murray”. I came up to the hippo and gave it a pat on the nose, it had it's mouth slightly open and its eyes slightly closed, like it was enjoying itself and trying to smile at me. I rushed off to get my mobile phone so I could take a picture of it. By the time I had gotten back, the hippo had gone. I thought to myself, “I guess the hippo didn't want its picture taken. The dream ended there. Dream 271 B - Technological Dream Guide I don't remember much of this dream either. This dream took place in my local area. Someone that I have forgotten the identity of had met up with me in front of the local primary school and assigned me a task and said that I had one minute to complete it. I went down the hill and back to the house to tell everyone there what was going on. In the dream, there were heaps of strangers in the driveway and these were the people I was explaining everything to... None of the dream took place inside the house. A scene must have played that I didn't witness, because the next thing I remember was sharing some handy gadgets that were mysteriously claimed to be given to me by Dreamy WB. There were two things that were given to me; a checkpoint flag with a base as well as some hard to describe flying contraption. I told them all, “my dream guide gave me a checkpoint, so in case anyone dies, they can come back here and start again. And then she also have me this flying helicopter-like piece which will make it easier for me to reach the enemy on the top of the hill”. I then said to the people, “We need to decide where we are going to place this checkpoint”. It took a while to place down because everyone was debating about where it should go. Eventually, I went with what I thought and placed it in the corner between the bins and the trailer beside the garage. I can't remember what else happened in the dream. Dream Trophies Achieved: - None In case anyone is curious; the hippo was just like a real life one, the only difference was that instead of it being a dirty grey colour, it was a clean candy pink with not many folds in its skin.
I’m in the house where my friend Saimi and her family live, near the kitchen, where Saimi and a couple others are. It’s an old-fashioned sort of kitchen with a fireplace and a pipe through which water is supposed to come—but right now, water isn’t coming in, even though it’s raining right now. It seems that something has clogged it. Nearby, in a living room area, my uncle is lying on a couch. As I stand there watching, a small bird is fluttering around my face, very close. It’s annoying, and I want to wave it away, but that doesn’t seem right somehow. There must be a reason for this. I stand still and let my mind go blank. I can feel vague memories begin to stir—very old memories, stories concerning this kind of bird. And suddenly, it occurs to me that this is how birds behave when there’s a predator nearby. Am I being warned? And where could the danger be? My attention is drawn to the clogged pipe. Slowly, two green heads are emerging from it—snakes. I tell the others what’s going on and run to the foyer, where I see what I’m looking for—an umbrella rack. It is a sort of rectangular cage made of a brassy metal, very much like the one my family used to have. If it had been my family’s umbrella rack, it would have contained an assortment of swords, bamboo rods and a pair of snake sticks, the best possible tool for the task at hand. Disappointingly, this one is mostly full of umbrellas. But my sword cane is here, at least, and I can work with that. I grab it by the cobra head-shaped knob, which seems oddly apropos. I grab another long rod which seems like it could be useful and hurry back to the kitchen. Once there, I hand the sword cane to my uncle and we wait for the snakes to emerge. Two of them do at once, and we go for them—the goal being to transport them outside again. My uncle doesn’t seem to have much trouble with his, but the one I’m wrangling—it’s green with white bands—is proving more difficult because it’s so small and fast. Before I can do anything, it’s crawled up the rod and onto my arm. I tell my uncle, and he pulls it off with the cane—but not before it bites me. It just feels like little pinpricks. Nothing serious—it probably didn’t even inject any venom. I say as much to the others as we wait for the next one. This one is all green, and much larger than the others. I try to pick it up with the rod, but the thing seems much flimsier than before, and is constantly telescoping into itself. My uncle and the sword cane, which I could really use right now, seem to have disappeared. Under the circumstances, my chances of getting the snake safely outside aren’t good. I’ll have to kill it. Through a combination of the rod and my feet, I manage without getting hurt myself—and then wake up. 26.1.18
I was in a commercial airliner. Right after takeoff, I could immediately feel something was wrong. It all happened so fast, I had no real time to fear for my life. The plane crashed, and by the time I realized what happened, I was in a burning wreck. The only survivor. Not sure how it happened, but I was having sex with some girl. No details required. I'll save those for my private dream log offline.
Updated 01-27-2018 at 09:39 PM by 17412
I'm in some outdoors location near a barn. Some guy is there, and he bites my fist for some reason. I assume he's kidding but he's biting quite hard. Doesn't hurt too much, though. We crack some jokes, but suddenly the mood turns darker and the things he says turn quite nasty, and almost threatening. At some point he crosses a small wooden bridge, and I think we end up pointing shotguns at each other. I decide to back off, unwilling to die over such a petty matter. Suddenly, a zombie rushes in from the left and knocks him to the ground. As it starts tearing him apart, I calmly walk away. Prick deserved it. A bunch of stuff happening in a GTA V setting. I drive a bunch of criminals around, swap cars to a parked police car, then hide under a bridge until the heat dies down. I was awake but still in bed. My alarm was about to go off, but not quite yet. I closed my eyes and promptly started hallucinating. I manifested on a train. The railway car I was in was completely white (and very well-lit), with some bits in bright red. It was completely empty. No seats, no nothing. I had no body and could only look around. There was one person standing to my left. To my right, another. Every time I looked from left to right and back, the part of the train I'd looked away from had changed. Like, it changed shape. The people around me freaked me out. They didn't move at all, and showed zero emotion of any kind. Worse yet, they changed too, just like the train. You look at someone in the distance, look away, and when you look back it's another person standing much closer to you. Freaky stuff. At some point one of them got so close, I tried to give him a telekinetic push to make him back off from me. Instead of sending him flying, he just 'teleported' back a few meters, completely unfazed. Suddenly, that weird person looked like my grandmother (oma). That's when my alarm went off and I had to get out of bed. Interesting side note. That alarm was for a job interview. When I got to the office where I was to have my interview, the interior immediately caught my attention. Minimalistic, with the two dominant colors being white and bright red. Not saying this 'means anything', just saying it's... curious.
Updated 01-27-2018 at 10:12 PM by 17412
As I woke up and was physically sitting up to get out of bed, I tried grabbing a non-existent object that only existed in my dream. The process of waking up and getting up probably happened so fast, my mind had no time to distinguish real from dream.
I saw the Guild Wars inventory of a female elementalist, and noticed three sets of leggings for every build (water, earth and air magic). The dream started off with one of those giant robots from Wolfenstein attacking me. I tried to shoot it. Another vehicle, a mobile missile launcher, fired a slow-moving guided missile at me. I hid behind a beam. The missile missed and just fell onto the ground. After a while it exploded. Then it turns out we're actually on some kind of terrace high up the Empire State Building. It was way bigger than it is in real life. Like, big enough for mobile missiles launchers to drive around. I somehow knew that terrace was commonly used by couples to get married. Odd, but alright. Anyway, the explosion caused the entire top of the State Building to fall off. It was horrifying, like 9-11 all over again. I was pretty sure I was fucked, but then Peter Petrelli flew in out of nowhere and carried me and/or his brother to safety. Back on the ground, I was still reeling from watching presumably thousands of people die, and almost kicking the bucket myself. We were in an alley, and Gabriel Gray (also known as Sylar) was there too. I was immensely grateful to Peter, but for some reason he blamed the whole incident on Gabriel. I tried to convince Pete that Gabriel was still the good guy, but he called me naive and left. I decided to stick with Gabriel, as I believed he had a way of fixing this mess. Suddenly, I 'gain consciousness' standing in a kind of garden behind my old school. I'm wearing a kind of white robe? There were tons of people there, old students and teachers. Barra approaches, visibly shocked at my presence. He asked what I was doing there. I told him I had no idea how I got there. He said I was sitting at a bench scribbling Koran stuff (or gibberish, anyway) in a trance. I asked if there'd been another terrorist attack on NYC (the State Building), which he confirmed. The dream's soundtrack was a non-existent track called "Silence in the Sky".
Last night's dream was the ultimate 90's mashup. I was flying an X-wing, in a massive battle of X-wings against Nazi F-18 fighter jets (they had swastikas on their wings). The battle took place underneath the city-ship from Independence Day. At some point the giant green cannon of the ship opened and prepared to fire, and I climbed up to it, pretending to crash into it like the guy in his crop duster did at the end of he movie. I aborted right at the end, though. I flew towards downtown LA in the distance, but a stray Nazi bullet shot me down. I crashed my jet somewhere in downtown, starting the plot of Duke Nukem 3D (which starts with Duke crashing his spaceship in Hollywood). I played a few levels, but it all looked heavily modded and different. Good times.
I finally managed to tell Claire I liked her. It didn't go great (not outright rejection, but not enthusiasm either), but it felt like there was at least a chance.