non-lucid

In the first dream, I remember going to J's house on his computer and constantly forgetting whether or not I was awake. I asked my aunt for some dream recall pills and she said no. I also remembe being in my art class for a short time, and then I remember being on a forum of people talking about satanic movies. In this same thread, we were making a poster of a guy who resembled Marilyn Manson with a bunch of signs on him that had quotes from satanic media.

In another dream, I was leaving school through the MP room. This MP room resembled the one from my elementary school. Shortly after attempting to leave the MP room, I was forced to play soccer or something. I protested against this, saying that I was an atheist or something. After that happened, I finally left. The exit resembled the one from my current school.

I was messaging someone on an old fashioned tv, so between doing that I could switcvh channels. It was early morning in a big ass house, still dark outside. I got up not disturbing my daughter I thought and found it was like a mansion. There was room after room and even a guy delivering chopped wood coming out of a cellar. I wanted to nose at the rest of the house but was compelled by a notion that I was late for work. (Apparently there had been something about me getting married in a prior dream that I started thinking about realising I had not invited people).
There were toys strewn everywhere from my daughter (who was about 3 as usual) and other children were playing. On leaving I looked up at the house, onto a tree lined leafy street. It was green and victorian mansion like, above was a green tower to the left. And when the few rays of sunlight hit it I saw it was then kind of stripy being half glass and have green stone at the top.

Getting carried away with my powers I was teleporting around short distances instead of speed running but noticed that there was an after image of where I had just been.
The after image started lasting for longer each time, then it started looking different from me.
It seemed to be a paradoxical principal that if the "clone" image was there for to long it became dissimilar from me and could not be reincorporated back into me. So they just became people, independent of me. This craziness continued and ended up with having back clones and good clones all over the place.

For this lucid I will use a purplish color since the dreams were eerie and like a nightmare.

Strange

I was lucid crawling in a long narrow blue tunnel that represented my mind. As I crawled in there I saw my mother pass by and quickly followed her. I lost her for a moment but I chose which path to go through, ready for whatever came. The last thing I saw was a small hole on the side of the tunnel. A red/yellow eye filled the hole and peered at me as I looked. The scene changes to my room next.Someone is positioning me in the right place but I move away than wake up

Strange, Strange Place

I was non lucid trying to find my way out of a preschool. The principal was trying to make me stay because I found out about them abusing children.Somehow I managed to get away though.

Next I recall being with a group of guys in a different place that felt like the Caribbean.I was given a empty gallon holding pill drugs. Apparently it was our source of power and would keep us away from the cops and people who wanted to get rid of us. But as we were walking outside a group of cops were called in and they were searching for those with our power. I quickly took the drug in an attempt to get away but ended up in the same place with time turned back. It felt like I died many times before that so I asked my friend next to me "how much longer do we have to do this before we find our home?". He said he wasn't sure but to follow him. I followed him, hoping this rick and morty dimension jumping thing would stop. (I don't watch the show but did see a few scenes on youtube before).After following him we spread out cause of the cops again. I ended up running into a crowd of cannibals."Stay back or taste my fire!"I shouted than burned them all. They didn't burn completely but it was enough to get away.

The scene changed after that and I was watching a video of my mom's old friends on vacation in a Caribbean water park. I than stopped watching the video, saw a image of a bloody scene and turned away to notice I was by myself in a small wooden house. It felt like I was in Africa alone and I could feel a presence waiting to jump out from the dark room.

I quickly ran out and held the phone trying to message my father but I noticed I was now in a huge parking lot where people were selling and buying things from swindlers or those trying to make a living."I better hide this before someone steals it and I'm left on my own". I put the phone under my shirt and pretended to have a hurt stomach as I walked. A tall, slim dark skinned man sees me and approaches. "What do you have in there? Take it out right now".I dont take it out and reply "It's a box with ice inside. I have a stomach ache". He doesn't believe and continues to follow me. "Look at the shape of it. You going to tell me that's a box?Take it out right now" he said. I didn't trust him so I still didn't. Than suddenly a chubby pale boy wearing orange takes out a huge gun and begins arguing with his mother near a crowd. The mother pleads with him not to shoot but he starts shooting her and those in the crowd. I run away to behind a fence than look quickly. After that I crawl quickly on the ground to get further away without being noticed. The guy who was pestering managed to get away as well.

Last thing that happened was I ended up in a hotel trying to call my dad on the phone and wondering
how much more distance would I have to run to get away from the danger.

Dream recall has still been poor lately due to inconsistent sleep patterns. I'll get it down though.

First dream: A pale, strawberry blonde girl is flying, enveloped in a golden aura of light. Then the aura disappears, and she falls to her knees on the ground. Someone says "She is an angel, but all her light is gone."

That was rather depressing.

Second dream: I recall someone giving me a large pile of change, and I was excited because I wouldn't have to deal with trying to find quarters for the laundry machine for a while (because I hardly ever pay for anything in cash, so I don't have a lot of quarters IRL). Then I woke up and realized that I still don't have any quarters.

I was watching guitar hero youtuber randyladyman, who offered to help me fix my guitar (that I don't actually have yet). In the video, I was on a list of other people with the same problems. He said in the video that I needed to be more specific with the name of the file and some other things. That makes sense, because the of the file was literally just "file". I changed that, and then gave it to him because I idn't know how to fix the other things. I also remember playing the game. I'm sure I had this fragment because yesterday I beat guitar hero 3 on medium with a regular controller. I did it on medium because orange is registered as X on the controller and the rest are the shoulder buttons.

Should not have watched scenes of this movie, haha! I was in a gun battle with several other people. Two men were shooting at each other, and I was firing my pistol at one of them (he had his back to me). He had a health bar. He was down to 9% health, and my hits (I was definitely hitting him) did no damage, so I suspected "hax". Then at one point two more people attacked me from the left. I grabbed a shotgun and fired on them, but probably missed. Also typical, I found it very hard to pull the trigger of my pistol. This *always* happens in my gun dreams. Triggers are impossible to pull. I didn't get killed, but woke up nevertheless. Let's call it a draw?

I'm in a room with a bunch of other people. We're the German resistance, rebelling against the current German government (present day). Much to my surprise, my grandmother (deceased since 2009, she was a Nazi and fled Germany when the Soviet army invaded from the east) was also a part of the resistance. But then, the government (presumably) sent in a T-1000 (Terminator 2) to hunt us down. We scattered and ran in various directions. We were now in an industrial area, resembling the kind of chemical plant I used to work at. I sprinted as fast as I could which admittedly wasn't fast. Then, I suddenly "remembered" I could fly. I just felt I could. I took off, and flew away from the industrial area, over the river where it was located. I was afraid I might lose altitude and fall in the water, as I hated getting wet, feared drowning and knew I could never take off again from the water. I reached the opposite shore, where there was a city. I was at the waterfront, and saw a man and a woman at a bench. The man was doing magic tricks, though I saw no audience. I was just hovering two feet above the ground instead of walking, and showed it to him saying "I can do magic too!". He did not look impressed, and waved his hand underneath me, thinking there would be a wire or some kind of other object supporting me. But when he saw there was nothing, he realized I was hovering for real. They both looked flabbergasted no. I said I could fly, too. I found it hard to take off from a level surface, so I jumped off the waterfront path (into the water). I flew, and gained some altitude. People were watching now, and to be honest I was being vain and I enjoyed the attention. I did some more stuff like fly up and walk across a building' walls horizontally (briefly).

In a later scene, I was in a supermarket. I met a former colleague (Gaspard). I greeted him and we chatted a bit.

I am actually posting this on March 12 of 2018 but the dreams themselves were from October 6 and 7 of 2017. I am just typing up from older notes.

Dreams from night of October six to seven, 2017

I made a note, after round one of dreams, 2 self tired.

Round 2 of Dreams

Map of day? Showing a family's events. Thing in mall?

Standing near Pokemon Booth. Waiting for a print out. B D. I know I attracted attention.

A plug in a shower faucet. I am plugging a different plug into a. It has an extra power plug?

Cage thing. Now I am running late.

Needing an injection? A guy is screaming.

Mom is with someone. C? I am on the phone with her. Are they smoking? We seem to be at Nana's house.

Round 3 of Dreams

A cat thing was jumping up and biting me. It didn't really hurt but it was weird. I put out some milk for it, to distract it.

I was tired while writing those.

Round 5 of Dreams

I am at the beach at the end of my home town, where they have the football field and the tunnel that goes to the other beach, walking by the drive way in. Someone is smoking. I want to yell at them, but I hold my breath. I run away toward the turtle habitat and avoid the smell.

People trying to look bigger than they are using smaller clothes.

It is 7:58 A M. I am missing the men's meeting! I dial in. G, M, and J's voices? Now the clock says 9:01. It has skipped an hour. I think to myself. Oh, well, at least I can catch the meeting on Sundays.

There are Pokemon on a screen. I see a new fire and water Pokemon.

There is a place to go where it spirals down and I have to jump down the center. It is supposed to be magic. There are no beams. I wonder how they got it to spiral around like that. It is a magical place where if you die, you don't feel any pain, and you immediately incarnate back to where you jumped from with no time having passed. But what is the thing about jumping down? There is a certain layer that you jump to and then I guess you get some powers.

(5 months later I definitely remember that part. It had a very cool feel to it. I remember green grass and blue water when I looked down, I think. And just a very bright and positive feeling. )

We are all around the table. Mom, Dad, Sister and I. Dad is talking about buying more stuff. I am trying to warn him not to stupidly use a credit card. My red debit card falls out. Dad has already bought us all some stuff.

Notes

5 months later, I can remember how I had so many more fragments. I can see how my recall has improved. The paradise dream thing still gives me a warm feeling when I think about it. I had totally forgot about that until I reviewed this entry, so it shows the importants of reviewing old D J's.

I was non lucid at my father's house paying attention to a strange small man with a orange tech wrapped around his body. As I observed him, listened and looked at the random animals popping up around the yard I became lucid."I gotta go" I told the small man that sort of reminds me of tingle. He didn't seem like he wanted me to leave but I just jumped out the window than flew around the house. I changed my mind about roaming about like usual though. After going inside i found my older sister and a black cat that looked like the kitten my brother had gotten than gave away. As the cat bit an object on the ground I picked up a dream phone and looked at the numbers/letters." I know I usually use words or numbers but this time I'm just gonna use feeling only".

I thought about having a signal with Dawn and the feeling of his presence until I heard his voice. "Uh,Hi this is...".I stopped myself."Should I try a prank call for fun?".I changed my mind though and decided to hear him out after saying who I was. But than I heard someone arguing with him while he was on the phone.I tried responding but than a double of my voice appeared.Putting the phone away now I went out the door to see people on bleachers near the beach. A surfing competition was going on. After poking a D.C. I heard the voice of the guy arguing with Dawn. I wanted to get a better look at the bottom part of where I was so I swung down with a salmon colored curtain. I ended going down hard though and covering the surfers with the curtain. Someone flew to help me and the surfers after that but I woke up.

Morning of October 7, 2017. Saturday.



In the first part of my dream, I am seated at a picnic table, though it appears to be some sort of school. I am sitting at the third picnic table from the front of the class where the teacher is. (I am sitting in about the middle on the side opposite the side closest to the front of the room. I am facing the front of the room.)

At one point, a young version of Zsuzsanna comes in and sits down directly on my left. The teacher objects to this, claiming that my talking to other students will distract from the class. I threaten him and tell him that he should not be so disrespectful of natural human relationships.

He comes over to us with a folded piece of paper, opens it, and starts trying to “teach” us about vampires, zombies, and fictional creatures in general, that is, integrating them into a calculus problem, and I inform him that those are not even real, not a part of life (at least my life), and I then tell him that he is crazy and should not be teaching such garbage.

Eventually, there is some sort of activity outside. Apparently, a road has been altered by some sort of “flaw in time”. I and the other students start to take notes to determine what the source of the problem is.

The road is unusual, as traveling in one direction, one sees roadkill (at least three unidentifiable dead animals) but traveling in the opposite direction, one sees a couple rabbits and a groundhog or two. These are apparently the animals that have died when traveling from the other direction. I start to consider that it may actually relate to the mentality and beliefs of the people walking or driving down that road.

The students stand in a long line along the road (parallel to the road) doing calculus equations to discover what is going on. I notice a young boy who is writing on a large sheet of paper. I tell him to make sure he is solving the vertical parts of the equation (such as complex fractions, though the imagery actually does have unrealistic longer vertical sequences including sigma summation in vertical form) as well as the horizontal and he nods and tells me that he is. I then ask him if he knows what the symbols are, specifically the “sideways M” (sigma), and he nods again. I look again to see if there are any symbols for vampires or other nonsense. My dream fades from here.

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I had another dream in which I was meeting Amy Lee. xD I don't even know what my brain has been up to these days.

And I had a nightmare last night, but I can't remember about what.

I need to be more consistent with my sleep patterns if I'm going to start LDing again. REM rebound only does so much before you become too chronically exhausted to take advantage of it.

Morning of October 7, 2017. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,555-02. Reading time: 2 min 20 sec.



Before my dream, in waking life, I repeated an affirmation, “I invite the infinite healing power of Universal Mind into all areas of our bodies” (alternating with “my body”). Consider how a car is an extension of the imaginary physicality of the dream state and how “power” becomes “powder” (which has occurred with previous dreams). Another alteration is how my dreaming experience transformed my headphones (used for affirmations) into an intoxicating clamshell.

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After entering the dream state, I allow my conscious awareness to fade for the affirmation to predominate. The affirmation seems to become a string attached to the front bumper of a Matchbox car. (I sometimes use an imaginary rope to pull myself into or out of the dream state.) The Matchbox car is a 1930s convertible. At times, I mentally cause it to become a full-sized automobile. I rapidly drive in an unknown big city while there is a focus on possibly being stopped for speeding. However, the police are always going in the opposite direction. Later, I shrink the car to its Matchbox size and carry it to a wharf.

The wharf is at the side of a road where a ladder leads down to a small platform adjacent to a commercial building. An unknown black man is here as well as Zsuzsanna. An unfamiliar woman asks if she can borrow my Matchbox car to sail across the ocean. I cause it to become large enough for her to fit in it, but I place it on a raft. I realize it may not be stable enough, so I tell her I do not think it is a reliable way to travel. Curiously, my hand seems to be as big as the raft as I test its buoyancy and how much weight it can hold.

I stand on the side of the road, and the man wants to borrow my car. I whistle for it, and it arrives as a Matchbox car from the other side of town but grows to full size. He gives me a roll of one-dollar notes. When he returns, I feel I should give him something. I hand him the handwritten affirmation (without realizing what it is) that had been in my wallet. I give him some other documents that feature unusual writing and symbols.

I enter a cave with the essence of a room in a house. A tunnel, like a long hallway, leads to its entrance. I whistle for my Matchbox car and notice the end of the string near the mouth of my cave. I pull my Matchbox car into the cave using the string. I see an opening in the cave wall to the left of the entrance.

I find several ancient artifacts and fossils. One is a ritual clamshell that generates an intoxicating “healing powder” that cavemen used. I slap the clamshell against my ears to become intoxicated, feeling bliss, and comfort.

As I am sitting on the cave’s floor, a shadowy caveman figure approaches, though he is more like an ancient ape with a manlike essence. He briefly touches me on the shoulder and knee and has a positive presence. He is like a benevolent spirit or an ancient ghost who goes to another part of the cave.

Steve Johnson (a classmate from years ago), and at least three other people, walk through the hallway into my cave. I tell them about the artifacts and “healing powder” and ask if they would like to improve their minds and bodies with it.

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Dreams from October five to shix, 2017

I had one lucid dream on this night. I would title the night of dreams as a whole, "escaping with phone, back row anemia, giraffe pillow."

Firehouse

I was pulling out of the local fire house. I had no seat belt. I had a white pillow over my chest. In my convertible. The driver side door was open. A police officer came up. "Why no seatbelt? Because it is too high?" I felt fear I would get a ticket. Having been parked facing out also may have been trouble there as they have a rule there, "head in parking only."

Mix of Fragments

I lost a lot of these details due to needing to pee. So I will just write them in one heading instead of as multiple dreams, even if they were.

Box of comic books. Kids getting off a school bus.

There was something with a Pokemon who required 2 "light energy" to do an ability called "Pick Up".

Guy telling me to say his name when he wasn't there. Walking by a patch of grass.

Older woman walking with a cat?

Woods?

I was blending bananas and walnuts together in a food processor. The grey knob turned the food processor to a higher setting. They looked yummy. But I did not have time to eat them. My sister was in it. Something about 1:30 P M, watching a clock, no food on the boat...

Rich D R F type guy (owner of restaurant I worked at). Going on a boat. Making all these lions and tigers fight but they faked it? One lion put his fang on another lions head but he didn't clamp down. I remember the fang.

Text from Justin or Allen?

Some vague website.

Help from people in food program?

I was driving somewhere and had a sense of needing some "me time" (i. e. using my voice memo method to think out loud) but I felt I couldn't get away long enough to get some time to myself. I was driving down B Avenue from L V.

Something about an alarm clock cutting my sleep short, but for no reason. I was like, "Huh? Since when do I use alarm clox?"

Round 3 of dreams

It was 1:30 P M and was now 8:30 A M in the dream. I was going to a 9 A M class. I overheard C M and Jesse talking about big book. First I passed by, then stopped and said, yeah, I heard that, too. I questioned if I should interject that into their conversation, But decided, that yes, I should. J was my sponsor. (I also wrote fuzzy wuzzy was a bear in my dream journal, was that from a dream, or just a note to self?)

I needed my giraffe pillow. I got it and then went hyperspeed up stairs.

There was this slanted funny side walk kind of warped. I was driving down it trying to park. I was looking for the ramp to drive down. It was slanted diagonally but hard to put into words. So I was confused about how to drive down it.

A red truck was parked horizontal in a few spaces. Or a mini van. There didn't seem to be any room for my car. I felt it symbolized something in my waking life where there was no room for me in a group I was trying to attend.

Round 4 of Dreams.

Blue Tray of Gasoline. It didn't smell bad. It was in my room and bathroom. Like a yellow oil.

Program speaker. M was the host and spoke a little after the speaker about honesty or being sick. People on gameboys and anemic looking people were in the back row. They had freckles and were kind of blood shot. Pale skinned. I don't know if that is the correct usage of anemic but thats the word that came to mind when I saw

In another part I was running from someone who was considered to be the head mistress. I tried to teleport away with my phone as the teleportation device. Instead of teleporting us, it made is invisible. My friend and I. I felt a lot of fear, and didn't want to get caught. So it was kind of a panicking moment. My friend had a phone out and I thought, "That's a special kind of phone! We can use it to escape!" Then we used it to escape. Then I saw a hologram of 2 girls walking. I felt more lucid then. I was trying to stabilize the dream. Then I was up again, and laying there. Then I saw a smiley face. Then I woke up. I set an intention to have an L D in round 3 of dreams but had it this time. Still, very cool. One of my early ones.

Morning of October 6, 2017. Friday.



Something has happened to my physical form, but possibly only as I am “sleeping”.

I think of myself as a paragraph of writing, in the form of a hazy cloud of about four feet long, hovering a few inches above our bed. Being a paragraph incarnate makes me feel somewhat vulnerable. I am aware of Zsuzsanna sleeping om my left, but my viewpoint is curiously from somewhere in the center of our bed at times.

Other than being only a hazy cluster of “words” hovering a short distance above our bed, there is a perception of having an additional “shell” at times, or some sort of armor, but which comes and goes. There is no viable perception of having a physical body. I vaguely remember an affirmation (“I am of the healing powers of Universal Mind”) but I do not fully grasp or sustain it.

I turn in my “sleep”. It is like a twisting that “rolls” from “head” to “foot” when I do. It occurs about four times. I am aware that having transformed into the form of a paragraph relates to my illness (food poisoning). I only feel slightly ill in the dream state.

Before I am fully awake, I start to realize aspects of this abstract dream’s source. It is quite old and it has been years since this memory was more present. Years ago, in an animated version (shown on television a few times) of “A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court”, there was a scene where a boy informed the main character that he was a page. The Connecticut Yankee responded by saying something like “A page? You’re no more than a paragraph.” Additionally, having the “armor” around my cloudy form relates to the (King Arthur) knight association with the story. The perceived “suit of armor” is obviously a biological symbol of wishing to be protected from the norovirus. The rest, including “being a paragraph”, is incidental to this association with the Mark Twain story, which I had not thought about for a long time.

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Since early childhood, my non-lucid dreams, other than prescient or precognitive threads, have often resolved themselves in meaning in a form of light hypnopompic thinking (as well as reveal source patterns that created my dream in the first place), which is often carried directly into conscious afterthought (although this process is occasionally “replaced” by a false awakening where I am writing down my dream or talking about it with someone else). In a way, this has always been like having two dreams in succession, the original dream (often surreal or at least unusual and illogical) and the decoding of its meaning while waking or in a different (much lighter) level of unconsciousness. (It was not until I was about seventeen years old that I started to come to terms with the fact that most people were apparently not like this.)

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