non-lucid

I was walking down a sidewalk on a sunny day. It was a pretty neighborhood where people took care of their houses and yards. I looked at a palm tree next to a rust colored roof as I walked around the corner.

I was looking at some mountains while deep in thought. I was making up a scenario where there were zombies in the mountains while I pulled the thorn off a rose bush and pushed it through the stalk. I was then ejected from my imagination when I pricked my finger on a different thorn. I walked down the sidewalk and saw a trailer attached to a truck, there were two guys in lawn chairs talking, so i decided to join them. there was a third lawn chair, but it was very close to the edge. I sat in it for a few seconds, but I kept feeling like I'd fall off the trailer, so I got up and was about to sit on the floor when one of them asked me if I'd like to be a contractor. I then climbed into the driver side window of the truck. I pushed the gas pedal and went down the street a bit, I thought the seat was a bit far though, so I looked for a button to adjust it. There were at least fifty buttons on the dashboard, so I asked the guy next to me about it, and he pointed to what appeared to be fast forward and rewind buttons.

Fragment: I am inside a certain (named) church with some family, looking at some old coloured maps of it. The interior reminds me of a regency building from a period drama, the walls are freshly painted white and I can see in the corner of my eye an antique-style sofa with green upholstery. The exterior is like a Greek temple with columns (the front at least) - which actually looks a lot like said church in real life. Which is surprising since I have never been there. I look back at my sister and it seems we are both wearing regency dresses. Looking out from the entrance at the side of the porch, the church is surrounded by green fields as far as the eye can see. They look like they've never been weeded or mown, the grass is growing up tall and I see many clovers popping up amid the grass. The field is dewy and a light mist obscures the view further out. The weather is fresh and chill, and we are leaving.
Maybe this is because I watched Sense and Sensibility recently?

Dream (this is also quite vague and fragmented):
I am inside the school common room. The space feels much more enclosed and cosy than it is in real life. It feels warm and welcoming. I am sitting working on something when I get up and go outside. Outside the school is a wide grassy field, much like the one described above - except there are trees here, too.

There is a high wooden table standing on the grass where two of my friends sit on tall chairs. One is a real friend of mine but the other I don't know - a dark-skinned boy with dark straight hair. They are talking over (I think) her current sewing project, and I mention that I do some sewing, too. We show each other some photos of our work and talk for a while longer.

After some time I begin to feel like I'm being called - there's somewhere else I need to be. Then I remember - I've got to go now. I take my phone and rush away from my friends but leave my bag behind on my seat.

Next thing I remember, I'm boarding a plane, though I only remember seeing it from the inside. The plane is very long. The low light level compounded with the grey-black carpet, upholstery and even walls make the interior extremely dim. I hurry past rows of seats (all facing to the front of the plane) until I reach in the middle of the plane two rows of fold-up seats facing one another. All the rows behind are also facing the front of the plane - only these two are strange.

A music teacher is standing in the aisle telling some other students where to sit. She mentions my stranger friend (who is not with me) and says there is room for him, too, pointing to where I am standing in the backwards row. Then she tells me to sit down. I hurriedly fold down the seat nearest the aisle and sit, clutching the edges of the seat for balance - since there are neither armrests nor seatbelt. I feel uneasy. My friend hasn't arrived yet and the plane is about to take off. Then a real-life memory comes through: I remember that my phone has only 30%, it won't last long and I've forgotten my bag and portable charger. Frantically I tell the teacher about my bag, but she turns away and ignores me. I jump up and am about to turn and run out of the plane to get my things. But...

I glance to the side and am shocked to see trees rushing past the window, blurred. The plane is already racing through the field and I didn't feel a thing. It tilts up, about to take off.

Went to bed at 11:14 PM; began lucid attempt at 11:37 PM. Lucid FAILED and woke at 6:20 AM.

I was playing some animal crossing game, and I was at Isabels counter, and she starts explaining about how I could go to some town just to eat some food she already gave me, and that I could eat it here but it's better in friend's towns. I made my villager walk away from the counter and wished that my 3ds friends would play with me.

I was in my kitchen, there were pieces of liver sausage on a plate fresh from the oven, so I start to eat them all. I enjoy the nice livery flavor, [COLOR="#008000"]I realize I should be more full. I decided to finish the plate, it was very crunchy, but had no flavor. I looked around my kitchen, and remembered that I've wanted to bite into the wall for some time now. I found a corner that looked easy to bite, so I ripped a huge chunk off. The paint was flavorless and rubbery, and the drywall felt like cardboard but chalk at the same time so I spit it out. I then started looking for a parrot from a dream I forgot to write here. I looked in my parents room, but it wasn't there so I was going to the laundry room next when I started to feel the fading.[/COLOR]

I was walking down the sidewalk in some ghetto late at night. There was a man sitting on the road right next to the sidewalk. He looked up, and asked me if I had gotten my blanket from prison. This started a long conversation I forgot about, and I was suddenly next to a lakeside house on a discord call with him or maybe a different guy who rambled on and on and the call suddenly switched from my laptop to my phone, and he told me to call him on his channel if I needed help.

It was me and a few other people and someone lets call her F, idk what she was doing there, traveling like all of us probably
We were in one of those travel buses have this big spacious entry where you walk up to the long row of seats
We were somewhere in germany, going between hills and villages, when suddenly the weather got pretty stormy, and suddenly abnormally fast and violent tornadoes popped up randomly, sized randomly, I saw one that was a whole lot faster than our bus, but we havent got any serious ones near us, just little dust devil like ones that only nudged the bus a bit
Driver got really panicked, we barely ran out the violent tornadoes that seemed to be mostly behind us, we got to a shopping centre of some sort in middle of the plains, the driver wanted to park there and think things through
but it kept coming, the driver moved the bus around back to the road, I told him where to go to guide him, soon we got out of it somehow....but now apparently, it was of a survival setup, we werent travelling, we were surviving, the whole set up of the dream was of a survival one... anyhow while we were fooling around on the bus, F started to look like man so I was like dude you look like a man, then she shifted back to her original form but this time had a different hairstyle... then the bus stopped near a neighborhood, we continued the road on karts with engines, that had an odd shape, basically it was fully covered, like a car, but kart sized...
actual cars were all over the place, we were avoiding them, then some sort of situation happened again, and we looked for a house to break into, and there was a house that was barricaded by cars stacked on eachtoher by the road, we got past that with some maneuvering, then got in to the door, we got in with ease, I went in first, there didnt seem to be anyone, I went in the living room, thats where i met the owner of the house
this guy was odd, had this strong blue facepaint or mask on him and these funky sunglasses that had this red-purple chrome reflection, he took of the mask and introduced himself
so I was like we came running away from storms and stuff, and he was like he saw us but let us in since we werent careful enough to inspect the place, almost like he set us up
I was like oh no, I shouldve been careful, this couldve been a big mistake to make, anyhow
he seemed to be friendly, didnt attack us from the start, but something was off about him, his looks and his manners, he clearly didnt mean good for us in the long run, was kind devious
then he went to take a look at the team, F was fiddling with something in the other room, then the guy was like I'm gonna beat you up
then I got mad I warned him if he does anything I'll see him be dealt with, and thats when I woke up

Strange Chill:

I'm with Donald Trump and two others on a trampoline bouncing around.
It reminds me of my friend JW's house from my childhood.
We're discussing whether it is OK to be watched while giving birth or making love.
Trump says his wife is into it.
...
I'm driving to my friend DR's house. It's night-time, and cold outside. My car's window is open.
I notice that it has taken me about 20 minutes to drive to where I am at. I reason that there are 10 minutes until I arrive.
I had my music going, but it was on quiet.
I wake up and realize that I was uncovered and the fan was blowing on me, hence the cold I felt.

Dream 1

I'm at some sort of fundraising event. There is a large organization of people involved in the fundraiser outside in a grassy field, we are are splitting up to raise cash in a variety of ways and then will reconvene. Once we meet back up it will be up to each person/group if they want to keep what they raised or donate it to a cause.

As I'm going around, it's not clear how I'm raising money but the cash I have keeps on growing from whatever activities I'm doing. I keep running into different women that are all really flirty. I realize that I'm in some sort of movie where in the end I'll have to choose one of these women to be with or something to that extent.

At one point a lady was walking by in tears, I sat down with her on fold out chairs in the grassy area the group met at the beginning and asked what was going on. She explains that she just got a call that her apartment bunt down. As I was consoling her about this she takes out a cigarette and starts smoking. I take a mental note that I don't want to be with her in the end because of the smoking aspect.


Then I'm with a group of people and one lady was being really chatty with me. We're getting along pretty well and another lady says something like "Oh it's too bad she's taken, she has a daughter you know" to which the lady I was speaking with replied "Yes I have a daughter but I"M SINGLE, and looking - thank you very much".

A bunch of these cringy situations keep on happening. At one point I'm suddenly jumping from rooftop to rooftop in some very dry, sunny, arid arabic kind of town. I look over the edge of my building to see another one down below, it's shaped like a slice of pizza but it's so very narrow. It was only large enough to have windows and doors on it's sides but it was so incredibly narrow that nobody could possibly be living in it. I stared at it for a bit thinking about how strange it was.

I was sitting at a table, a man put a bowl of cloudy broth in front of me. I was about to start eating when his prosthetic nose fell into the soup. I stared for a second, and threw the nose back to him, it stuck to his shirt.

I was in the car. It was pulled over, I looked out the window. My mother was bent so her body made a 90 degree angle, there was a bush behind her and she was spraying piss on it like a yard sprinkler. It was like a train wreck, I didn't want to look but I couldn't help it. I was eventually able to look away, I thought to myself "What a disgusting creature."

I was walking across a dock with my cousin. we were on one side of a lake, and we wanted to get to the other without getting wet. I stared at a boat, and she found a bag of pool toys. I reached for an inner tube, but she stopped me and said it was too small. I then reached for one the same size and she didn't say anything. I then put my tube in the water and sat in it.

Reality Check Bait:

I'm watching a livestream of Lucid Dream Portal.
I've just described a dream in the chat to Daniel, where I had been performing a Linkin Park song.
I'm telling Daniel that while reading the lyrics, I learned that I had been saying the wrong words for a long time.
Also, Daniel was on stage singing with me.
I'm posting a picture I edited, adding his face to the scene, into the stream chat.
I second guess myself, wondering if this is too much.
Daniel reacts to the picture and tries to put it up on the main stream view, but it isn't formatting correctly.
It seems like he has a neutral reaction otherwise.
Others in the chat started to spam "mature" images into the stream.
Daniel starts to act strangely in response.
I wonder if he is attempting to bait a reality check from the stream, but I wake up before I actually perform one.

I was leaving some guy's house, I notice some kids, like 11-12 replacing a street sign with some generic street name that ended with an ass. I just walked past, and I hear them whisper "She saw us, what if she's gonna tell someone?"
I'm about to run when I feel a hand grab my ankle, and I fall to the ground. Another squats so his face is right over mine, so I punch him in the balls, and the hand lets go and I run into my house. I'm walking through the kitchen to get to my bedroom, [COLOR="#008000"]I then notice my house layout is extremely off. I wanted to destroy some stuff, so I picked a glass up off the counter, and smashed it on the floor.[/COLOR] I was then in my bedroom, I got up and went outside to a beautiful day. I saw the kids from last evening, but my yard was surrounded by a giant cage so I rolled around in the grass to piss them off. I then get up to do some "epic" danceing when I realize there's a space big enough for them to squeeze through. They stop and I'm about to beg for forgiveness.


I'm in my yard digging through a dusty lump of dirt for pretty stones, I pick up some rose quartz and green crystals, and I uncover my rabbit's den. I look up, and he's sitting near me. I go back to digging and I pull out some blue rock which is ugly but can be used to draw on stuff.

This is the last dream this month. I've been slacking. Oops...

From the street I walk into a shop with a person I know from school. The shop front is about two bays wide and completely open, no doors, one single storey. It reminds me of the entrance to an underground car park. The name of the shop is four letters, beginning with A and lowercase. I've forgotten what it was.

We enter and I see that the shop is wider on the inside and stretches far, far back. We begin walking through a section filled with clothes on racks seemingly grouped by colour. As we get to the edge of the clothes I reach out to feel a turquoise skirt with a yellow daisy pattern between my fingers. The fabric feels slippery and textured. I let go and keep going past several clear stands of hairbands and sunglasses and trinkets. There aren't even any paths or open space - the floor is chock-a-block with racks and stands and rails. I can barely see ahead and have to shove and squeeze to make my way.

We step into a big square area of open space. It's broken up by barriers of the kind you see in airport security or any long queue, into several straight lanes each leading towards a till. The tills are along a long, shiny counter - its sides are white and the top is black. The tops of computer monitors peek over the counter at each station. I can't quite be sure, now, whether this area was filled with orderly and motionless queues or completely empty.

We continue straight through the till area and into a mass of white shelves piled with coloured goods. Shelving units facing in all directions fit together like Tetris. There's barely any space to push through. I look up and the ceiling is white and shadowy, starkly bright lights suspended from it on twisted cables and the vented openings to air conditioning pipes. The ceiling is crisscrossed with narrow black beams. I look down and the floor is grey lino flecked with white, and tiny scattered triangles in red, blue, green and yellow.

It seems we are nearly at the back of the premises (though I can't see a wall ahead of me - the view fades to black not far off) when we abruptly turn left instead. Several large, black openings to food kiosks can be seen with rows of screens advertising their menus, like you'd see in a shopping centre food court. Directly ahead is a burger place. Above the kiosks is now an upper floor with full-length tinted windows, up there I can see padded booth seating and faces pressed against the glass. There's a new path right in front of all the kiosks which leads away behind the shop floor and tills. I can't see far down it until the hall becomes enclosed and completely dark.

We turn back and go the way we came, shoving past the merchandise and other customers and walking all the way until we leave the store. Outside the daylight seems blinding. The sky is white and all along the sloping street the shop fronts are single-storey and topped by huge signs. All the colours are bright and vivid. I see a green shop with lettering in a fun red font, and a black man with dreads in jeans and a bright green shirt. Downhill are more shops and cars passing in both directions, but uphill there are no more buildings to be seen beyond the intersection immediately to the right.

It's a blue, sunny morning and I am following my school librarian through the city. I don't think she knows I'm behind her. She's wearing low heels and a flared below-the-knee dress with a book pattern on it, a bag on one shoulder and no jacket to cover her wavy brown hair. Cars are driving past while the sun glints on the glass exteriors of office buildings, cafés and small shops are opening up.

We turn away from the main road and down a smaller street. I recognise it; I took a photograph of it once. The street is perhaps poured concrete and is uneven, with imperfections here and there as though it's been pierced with a fork or blown up by a big bubble. Looking down it the buildings shine and seem to merge with the sky beyond, reflecting the blue and the white clouds. At the top is a stop sign: EXCEPT CYCLES.

Some ways down the street she turns and enters through the double doors of a green-blue glass building. Inside the lobby there's a glass reception office, empty, containing a shiny black desk and a window to allow visitors to speak to the receptionist. The floor is that kind of carpet with metal ridges in it. She enters the office and sits at the desk - looks like she works here. But I realise this isn't where I'm meant to be. A crowd of girls in a dark-coloured uniform different to mine spill into the lobby from within to greet her.

I feel confused and register that she should be working at my school. I ask her about this and receive some explanation in return. The thought vaguely enters my mind that I am late to school.

Lately I haven't remembered many dreams because I've lost control of my sleep schedule a bit. Tonight's New Years but I do intend to start going to sleep at the right time again. I've begun studying some lucid techniques and will update my workbook very soon!

Dream 1

I am levitating and fly towards a massive wine glass shaped building. I enter an opened window.

It seems the room I entered is a doctor's office of sorts. I get the I formation that I am in a country that is cut off from the rest of the world, one that operates under a dictatorship and that I am part of a resistance group.

With this new info in mind, I decide that gathering medical supplies would be a good idea.

I look around, opening closets and cupboards and grab a handful of some supplies.

I go back to the window and fly out of the building.

Dream 1

I’m in a store with Tami, I’m describing something to her but I’m also playing with a plant that has white fuzz on it. As I begin picking it off I realize it’s a cotton plant. The texture and colors look really cool.

She mentions something about the activity of playing with the plant either helps certain people describe what they’re saying better, or to help with listening - not sure which.


Dream 2

James and I have some sort of new hobby where we go into the woods and find tobacco type leaves and then make a fire and burn them in it. We seem to have been using a library to learn about this and we return to it to get some more information on techniques.

The library has massively high vaulted ceilings and it is a very large place with large marble pillars going up into the darkness. It’s sort of an eerie place.

An old astute woman pops up and begins asking us questions about what we’re looking for or what we’ve been up to. James, halfway up a ladder reaching for a book - looks at me and shakes his head as if we shouldn’t speak to the woman. He comes down and pulls me to the side and says we shouldn’t tell her anything, she wants to rip off our process (lol).

I kind of brush that off and fill the woman in on what we’re doing. She realized what James was worried about and then asks us kind of sarcastically “Oh, and where did you learn to do something like that?” - to which I respond “Here”

Push and Pull:

I'm pondering whether to ask SB to marry me, and I decide to just go for it.
...
I'm at an outdoor party. I've just asked SB to marry me.
She said yes and is very excited.
Even afterward I'm still wondering if I made the right decision.
...
Later I'm with my Grandma P.
I'm showing her a song that I think should be the first dance song.
There's a music video, with some men on a subway pushing art on a cart.

Fragment:

I'm doing PT in a large open gym area and I find a green band I used in a prior recovery.
I'm using a three-pound weight for some shoulder exercises and I feel embarrassed that this is all I can do now.