non-lucid

I was taking a walk in the night,
it was very dark but the street lights kept my way light for the most part.
After a while I found myself in front of a dark path with no lights, it was long and pitch black,
you couldn't see anything but there were some people around and I did what all
of them were doing, taking my phone out and use it to light my way and keep walking.
There were some other people walking through there too, but I just walked pass them.
Right in the middle of this dark path, there was this woman walking while holding a little kid/baby in
her arms with a bunch of other kids around her, there wasn't anyone holding a light for
her and she just used the light of the people passing by to guide her steps.
I decided to slow my pace and light her way for the rest of the darkness.
I remember exchanging a couple of words with her while walking but I don't remember which
ones exactly.
When we finally came out of the dark path I decided just to put my phone back and keep walking,
but she called me and told me to wait, she had left the kid/baby behind with the other kids and
started walking at alongside me, I remember saying something like "so it wasn't yours?", she just
smiled and replied "no, it wasn't."
All that I remember about her looks is that her lips were scarlet-red tempting, clean white teeth with a perfect
smile. Her skin had a goldish tone to it. She was wearing black pants with a black blouse and a small red cardigan on top
of all of it. Her hair was also black but I don't remember how she had it fixed.
When she approached me, she asked "where are we walking tonight?"
I just answered "Nowhere, I sometimes just walk until I get tired and then go back."
then she smiled and said "we are going nowhere tonight then"
I didn't ask where she was going but I remember having some other conversations but don't remember
the topics in specific.
I remember walking through a campus/university environment with her (which was really active for what I assume
was the middle of the night) and just entered random classrooms in our way, bothering the attendants and professors
alike and then just leaving just to pick another class to disrupt.
Last thing I remember is entering to this packed classroom and walking between people excusing ourselves (like trying
to get to your sit in the middle of a theater in a full night), she entered first and managed to somehow get a sit
in the first row, I was just walking between rows until I got near to her. Sitting next to her was this middle aged guy
that seemed to be giving a lecture in japanese and said something about what we were doing being disrespectful, I just
said 'sumimasen' (lol), I left the classroom, walked a couple of steps and looked behind, but she hadn't come out yet.
Just when I was about to turn my back and keep walking she leaves the classroom with a big smile, and ask me to
wait for her and we just keep walking through the night..

Morning of May 7, 2017. Sunday.



There is not much going on in this dream other than me having a shower and eating a bowl of ice cream. I am apparently to go out to a public venue with some people, though I do not know who they are. Since water represents the dynamics of sleep (and as such, is my most common dream feature along with fire, and certainly my most common form of induction), it also vivifies my dream state as a result. However, there is no lucidity in this case.

The layout of the bathroom and the rest of the house is unfamiliar though implied to be where we live. Curiously, I shower while putting my clothes on, which seems to be taking a long time.

In the last scene, I am eating a bowl of ice cream. It is mostly vanilla and I enjoy its flavor. I find that I have to keep moving the spoon around the inside of the bowl, as I do not want to waste any of it, yet there is always more. I do not want to be late in going out, but there is no end to the ice cream when I move the spoon around to “finish” the last of it. If my thinking skills were present, I would know that there could not be so much still left each time.

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6/5/16
Dream 1: I was in a classroom listening to the teacher give a lecture. I think the teacher was Jordan Peterson and he was talking about how most people go through their lives without noticing most of what happens to them. He showed us a video to demonstrate this with some people on the street.

Dream 2: I was working at McDonalds and a lot of the machines were broken or empty so it was quite a stressful time trying to get everything ready before a big customer rush came in.

Frag

I remember Bjork was up on some landing. I was helping her down taking her hand into mine.

Sleep Paralysis and Creepy Dream.

I was experiencing vibrations. I kept thinking, "Asuka, Asuka." Wanting to find out what dream she was in. I was able to make the vibrations spin faster and faster. But somehow I lost awareness

FA, In a dingy basement room with my dog. I can hear my aunt yelling from upstairs. I leave the room. I come to a wooden staircase that is broken in the middle. My dog followed me there. I some how managed to climb the staircase. I wound up in a living room that looked like Squatters had been shooting dope there for decades. Asuka was a fat Native american girl wearing glasses and was with some guy who I was unfamiliar with. He seemed to be familiar with me. Asuka started leaning against me and started trying to convince me to have a threesome with her and the man. I remember being really grossed out by the thought. They both had something like a crack pipe and started smoking it. I really wanted to leave.

Frag 2

I'm in a room with Bjork that appears to be all black. Except for us and the table we are sharing. On it is a GIANT slab of roast beef completely covered in gravy. We are both loudly stuffing our faces and our faces are covered in gravy. Xereniak walks in and gasps for a minute and then says, "Well, this is a dream I hope I definitely won't remember." I look at him confused as he leaves the room.

Date of Dream: SAT 6 MAY - 2017



I originally wasn't going to record this dream but then I thought it's worth it because of that reality check involved, which made it a semi-lucid dream rather than non-lucid. A "Behind The Scenes" entry of the reality check is to follow once I publish this one:



Dream No. 108 – Soccer In The Woods
(Lucid Dream 5)

I was in some nice looking forest, it wasn't too cluttered with trees... There was ample grassland and golden light could be seen coming through due to the sun. As I was walking through, I once again had that thought of calling out for WB (the waking life one this time) but I stop myself and literally think to myself, “Is this real life or is it a dream? You'd better make sure you're not shouting in real life and then the wrong person hears you”. So I looked down at my hands, both of them spread out in front of me. I only had five fingers on each of them, but the shape of the fingers would keep warping, almost like my hands were underneath a layer of water. And then I remember thinking, “Yep, this is a dream, you have permission to call her”. So at the loudest volume I could, I kept calling “WB!” until she came out from behind a tree. It was interesting as she suggested we play some strange game of soccer, which is what we did. I forgot what happened afterwards.



The dream distinguished that she was the waking life version this time. I saw her in person in waking life yesterday and had a really good time, so I think my subconscious has now traced her back to being a rational entity.

No title's today. just two short False awakenings.

FA, I'm in a room lying on a couch and listening to a TV or radio. It is daytime out and a woman in a pink T shirt is sitting on a couch and staring at me. For it minute it looks like manager R from work. She looks a bit perplexed, then her form changes to Asuka, she then smiles as if satisfied by something and walks out of the room.

I turn my head to the TV. It's a semi interesting live event. Trump is hosting a golf tournament for world leaders. And the idea is that instead of going to war, they just have a giant golf tourney each year. Right now I see that Israel is in the lead and Trump of course is way behind. The Caddie for team Israel is dressed in biblical pharisee robes like you see in various movies about Jesus.

FA, I'm in the passenger seat of a British purple or pink pickup truck. Asuka looks like R again. She tells me to hurry and get something to eat. We are parked at a mcdonald's. I go in and order a breakfast sandwich. I wait for my order for what seems like an hour. I leave and we drive to another mcdonalds only a block away. A manager tells me I have to work at the other store today. I am really hungry and see manager K. I ask him to grab a sandwich for me and he says okay. I wait outside for him in the truck. I notice Data is in the backseat. K comes out and instead of giving me a sandwich he finds his girlfriend and hugs her. He begins to walk away. I get angry because I'm still hungry. Asuka tells me to calm down everything will be fine today.

Date of Dream: FRI 5 MAY - 2017



Dream No. 107 - Searching For Company

I originally thought it wasn't worth recapping this dream because nothing much happened, but then at 8:15 PM, I decided I would record it, so my memory of this dream has faded.

I was at some strange place, a shopping centre that was a mix of Waverley Gardens and Knox. The scene did transition into a vision of Canberra Camp, I forgot what Mrs G was saying to me though. I was then at the walkway towards the shops of this shopping centre and I felt like talking to the people I passed by... But they all seemed to be ignoring me and this was making me upset. Still, people were ignoring and so I kept calling, “Dreamy WB!”. There was no response from the “environment” either and so I then eventually went, in a distressing tone, “Oh, where is my dreamy guardian?!”. Just then, I felt some sensation that there was some portal nearby and thought that maybe she would be through that portal. But then when I was actually at the portal, I was hesitant about going in as I thought I could possibly die if I went through. That's all I can remember.



I think my dream memory is also affected due to the fact that I have a cold, so my dream memory may be wonky for a few days. Additionally, I may not even have good night sleeps at all due to these chain-saw like symptoms... So let's just hope for the best.

I really don't remember a huge deal of this, I fell asleep again after remembering really clearly what it was when I first woke up and by the time I got up the second time I lost it.

Chris was being dropped off at a restaurant but we were in the back of a transit van. There were other people in the back of the van, although I can't remember who and when we arrived we realised it was a really fancy place, there was a red carpet rolled out for arriving guests. There was then a discussion of how we should maybe have brought a limo instead of the van.

Morning of May 5, 2017. Friday.



I am teaching a psychology class based on the Holt, Rhinehart, and Winston textbook (which I only actively used for one year). It seems to be eleventh or twelfth grade (with no association with AP students). One female, a young version of Zsuzsanna, is somehow seated on the desktop rather than the seat near the front of the class, to the right. The rest of the students are sitting in their desk’s seat.

Over time, I am trying to focus on a chart over the chalkboard. At first, I assume it is something to do with levels of consciousness (which is not a real part of the textbook in the way it is displayed). The bottom is first labelled as “UNCONSCIOUS”. Looking more closely however, I see that it says “PRIMARY PRODUCERS”. It then dawns on me that I am actually trying to explain something relevant to biology and what looks to be a food pyramid diagram.

Still, I become curious when the animal icons on the left (one on each “step”) all appear to be primates, displayed as if they are meant to be going up the steps of the supposed food pyramid. The one on the second-last step is a human, but in silhouette as in the other cases. Looking more closely, they appear somewhat distorted, almost like inkblots or human shadows with three or more arms in odd positions.

Still, I look at the top of the triangle, where the “TERTIARY CONSUMERS” section terminates. It firstly appears to be a man flexing his left biceps. I look more and more closely and finally see it is Atom Ant (the cartoon superhero). I squint trying to work out what is going on. Perhaps someone played a trick on me and tampered with the diagram. As my emergent consciousness kicks in, I am trying to work out how an ant would symbolize my emergent consciousness. Then I realize that the phrase “Up and at'em - Atom Ant!” is a reference to waking up and getting out of bed.

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This dream was directly influenced by a dream (from January 2, 2016) that I reviewed and posted on a couple sites before my last sleeping period; the one titled “Evolution of Waking”. It has very similar waking symbolism and also (though less present as here) the idea of waking as “evolving”.

Continuously studying and understanding my dreams for over fifty years, it seems obvious that many of my dreams have integrated a virtuous circle into some dream types, where the real-time waking symbolism is so obvious as to be a no-brainer in many cases, even in surreal scenarios such as this and the January 2, 2016 dream.

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2017, 05-04

Voices in the Night

I am lying in my own bed, completely unaware that I am dreaming. I am just lying there in the dark, but it feels like there is someone there with me in the dark. I stay still, I don’t really want to let whoever it is know that I am awake. I lie there for a bit longer and I think I am about to fall asleep when I hear a voice. It is a male voice speaking loud and clear, the voice also sounds like it might be mechanical or a recording, or maybe a digitally altered voice. It says the same thing three times in a row. “Go kill yourself. Go kill yourself. Go kill yourself.” I can also feel something in the room moving around in the darkness, I can’t really explain how, but I feel something there. And I become very angry at whoever or whatever is in the room with me. I respond to this anger by letting out a stream of expletives that is way beyond the words I am normally likely to use, focused mostly around the ‘F’ word. “F$@% off, you f$@%ers! F$@% you! Go f$@% yourself, you f$@%ing piece of f$@%! F$@% you and the f$@%ing horse you rode in on! Did your f$@%ing horse come up with this plan? It’s way too complicated for a f$@%ing idiot like you!” My cursing continued for a bit longer, repeating the part about telling them to go f$@% themselves. I can practically feel a presence of someone standing right beside my bed and moving around me, but then I wake up and all is normal.

I wrote down, but don't recall what it means: "no fate but what we make" (I watched Terminator earlier that day) and Ian McKellen. I think Ian said the famous Terminator line as part of a speech to 'us'. Us probably refers to several characters I met in the dreams I'll now summarize (they're all related, same 'continuity').

I was doing some kind of basketball challenge. I had to dribble my way through a kind of trench (?), maneuvering my way past several opponents. Not willing to give up, I somehow outdid myself, and made it to the end. That would never work in real life.

I remember being in a hotel, and getting into a dumbwaiter in the kitchen. It went up, and I ended up between the corpses in a morgue...

Notes mention Rick Moranis, don't recall the scene.

Throughout the previous dreams (of which I forgot key scenes), a team had been assembled of random people I met in those dreams. Like the "Guardians of the Galaxy", but even bigger losers. One of them was a waiter from that hotel, perhaps Moranis was another. And me, of course - the basketball guy. We all traveled in a cool-looking spaceship. We flew through a kind of wormhole, into a dark planet's atmosphere.

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First dream completely unrelated to the first bunch. I was at Santa Monica Beach, and I was wearing absolutely ridiculous clothing. A bloody skirt? Pink, no less? I was understandably embarrassed. I didn't want to be seen. I started flying to stay out of sight. I was having fun, so the clothes thing kind of vanished (if you don't focus on it, the dream makes it vanish) as it ceased to be relevant. Flying low through a street, a guy suddenly turned to me and asked something really weird. I think he asked me to record something on tape...? I kept flying, but everywhere I looked, there he was... asking the same question over and over again, in exactly the same tone. I flew higher to get away, but when I looked back (down), there he was! Somehow right behind me in mid-air, asking that question again! I was seriously freaked out at this point. I violently threw him off of me, and he fell down. I somehow had an injury in my side all of a sudden? I woke up, and for some reason immediately checked my body for the injury. Not sure why I did that.

Right before I opened my eyes, I had a vision of a number. 12:14 (in green numerals). I finally woke up, and checked the time. It was 12:14...

Another dream in which I have to go back to high school... it never ends. This time though, it didn't feel like a nightmare. I felt okay with it.
I also recall having a heartfelt conversation with one of my former bullies, Max. That was nice.

Awful dream. I was holding a kitten in one hand. I wanted to cause myself emotional pain by hurting the innocent, and losing my own innocence in the process. I wanted to do something awful, knowing it would hurt me. I repeatedly stabbed the little kitten with a knife...

I was swimming in an outdoor pool. I was doing crawl, and going ludicrously fast. I'd lost track of the time, night had fallen. Someone looked at me with a look that said "you're still here"? Everybody else had already left quite a while ago.

I remember diving in this pool, and it was impossibly deep. Like the closet leading to Narnia, this pool was at least a hundred feet deep, had rocks and algae in it, and had all sorts of fish in it... even some extremely large species the size of whales... it was actually kind of creepy, in the typical way deep water always scares me. The unknown, not knowing what's lurking in the dark beneath you. You could not see the bottom of this pool, and large beasts lurked everywhere.

I got out of the pool at the end, and walked over to (presumably) my towel to dry myself.

Boatload of dreams this night, a lot of it XXX-rated so expect to see a lot of "redacted". We start with a fully redacted sex dream featuring REDACTED.

I'm held captive in a room up high in a skyscraper. I remember seeing a painting (?) and thinking the bad guys are the developers of the game "Hitman". Random, I know... The jail had bars that somehow "rotate" (hard to explain) which makes it impossible to break out. A jail guard sees me move and assumes I wanted to escape, so he comes in and installs an additional neck restraint which secures my neck to the wall. At some point I escape anyway, and jump through a window and fall down. But I somehow knew I'd be fine. The skyscraper looks quite futuristic.

In this dream I was flying outdoors, using a poncho I was wearing as a cape that helped me fly (it generated lift, somehow). I landed, and continue a previous plot by talking to a Spanish girl (something about her high-heeled shoes?).

Zombies attacked our old house. I was in the garden with my mom. I tried to fight, but my guns would not fire (I couldn't pull the trigger, typical in scary dreams), so I had to resort to using an improvised melee weapon.

I remember REDACTED & a T-Rex, and I saw in first person from her perspective how it bit her, holding her in its maw (still on the ground). Her sight went black, and I saw her body on the ground with a bite taken out of it.

I was watching TV, watching REDACTED by dinosaurs and giant wurms (like the ones from 2005's King Kong). REDACTED, thinking my dad and his wife Debby (who were in front of me, also watching the movie) wouldn't notice. I asked them what these wurm-things were. My dad simply said (in that typical tone): "Could you stop that, please". I knew he knew REDACTED." I simply replied "I'm not doing anything".

I remember a scene in which I recalled I'd forgotten my bicycle somewhere in southern France... I figured I should leave it there, as the cost of retrieving it would be higher than the price of the actual bike.

Dream that started in a gym and has way too many small random details, I will not bother to even *try* writing this all down. REDACTED on catwalks above the ground, waiting for them to start fighting (and REDACTED), but it doesn't happen.

I was at a kind of get-together of people I've met throughout my life so far. My grandfather (recently deceased), dad and some ex-colleagues were there.
The dream was partially lucid. I told my grandpa I loved him. Something I was too chickensh*t to do in real life, and will pay for with an eternity of guilt.
As I woke up, I could still hear the dream's soundtrack, which fit the mood perfectly.

Dream in which I met, and had a crush on Winona Ryder. I think I even got to kiss her.