non-lucid

Morning of February 7, 2017. Tuesday.



I become intensely aware and feel cheerful, though I am not lucid, during what seems to be the last stages of someone leaving an area that he had been caught trespassing in late at night. I am not regarded by any of the characters in this situation even though I am fully physically present. The owner of the land remains at the rear of a guard’s large building, giving warnings to the other male who had trespassed. This other male however, is now with a guard at the front of the building. I watch him and the guard through the window from outside (on the left side of the building when looking at the front). Each time that the owner of the property shouts something at the trespassing male, the trespassing male then “interprets” and relays to the guard (on his left and not close enough to the window to hear the owner) what the other male had supposedly said.

The property owner loudly informs the other male that a helicopter will be coming with people to arrest him. He will also be fined a large sum of money; at least a thousand dollars. He gives a number of minor details. This results in the guard being told (by the trespassing male) that a helicopter will be coming to take the trespasser to his home and that someone will bring money to give him (rather than him being fined). Everything the property owner shouts is changed by the other male to become a beneficial event for him. The guard does not realize this at all and writes down the instructions on a notepad. Even though the situation is hilarious, I am only mildly amused.

I turn around to see an amazingly beautiful beach and nighttime scene. I walk towards it, thinking that I might take a helicopter from an island not that far from shore (which I may be able to walk to because of sandbars). I notice an orange beacon in the center of the island. There also appears to be a park shelter or some sort of small utility building on each corner of the island.

Still, once I am on the beach itself, my perception and clarity becomes extreme. The scene is so beautiful and blissful, I become distracted and forget that I had been thinking about getting on a helicopter or going to the small island.

I notice two sandbars just off the beach. I go to the closest one and roll around and slide with the incoming waves in the wonderful cool water and white sand. Two other people, an unknown male and female, are also enjoying themselves. I first think that they may be playing with some sort of sea creature such as a dolphin or octopus, but this is not the case. As I walk past them, I am somewhat annoyed. I would like to enjoy the beach more without strangers around.

I see a large park shelter. There are three pairs of picnic tables, each pair touching end to end and the ends perpendicular to the front opening of the shelter. Two couples sit at opposite sides of the building. I walk in from the right side, having enjoyed being barefoot in the cool water and sand, but I soon notice a lot of crumpled empty packages from vending machine products and other rubbish strewn on the floor. There is a puddle and it looks like someone had even peed near one wall.

I decide not to go fully into the park shelter and absentmindedly say aloud, “this is a real pee place”. The other male in the water looks up and asks me what I said. “It’s a pist-place!” I say.

“You can’t expect people not to take their stuff out to enjoy nature,” says the male (which also seems to mean that he thinks it is okay to throw trash everywhere as well as put various recreational junk on an otherwise isolated pristine beach). As he says this, I notice an equidistant series of small yellow cube-shaped plastic boxes across the front of the park shelter (which I am certain were not there moments earlier), each overflowing with various items. Some of the items are for sports and recreation on the beach.

“I prefer water, sand, and rocks to this junk,” I say. I start to become really annoyed and kick an oversized green Monopoly house (about the size of a football) from the top of the contents of one of the boxes as it flies at the other male, almost hitting his head. I kick a couple of the small storage boxes, also missing him. I then decide to kick him directly in the head with my right foot.

Just as I somehow lift my foot high enough to kick his head, I wake up with my right leg thrashing out like a real kick (while on my left side). (Thankfully, I did not kick anyone or anything in reality.)

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• A beach in a dream is liminal space autosymbolism, a typically heightened stage between sleeping and waking, similar to bridges, parking lots, and porches, all of which represent a liminal link between the dream self and conscious self identity during the dreaming and waking process. I usually become much more aware in liminal space (especially as it links directly to the waking transition and emergent consciousness factor). In this case, I was only one step down from ordinary lucidity and at the highest level of (non-lucid) liminal dream state awareness, with full-body awareness.
• The first situation in my dream is some sort of comedic transmuted “return flight” precursor where another male takes on my dream self’s role. (I never actually see a helicopter and my dream is altered into a sustained increased awareness rather than ending here as it should which is likely why the waking prompt was more extreme than usual.) From here, I deliberately sustain my dream without lucidity and even the personified preconscious element shifts to another scene (not that common). Water and its dynamics symbolizes sleep in real time, which is how I am able to additionally sustain my dream by focusing on the beauty of the beach and ocean (known as reinduction). The fact it is nighttime is a circadian rhythms factor of the deeper unconscious (which delays the emergent consciousness factor).
• A waking prompt is a biological necessity, typically brought on by the dream self or something else falling, flying, collapsing, rising, and so on. In this case, my hypnic jerk actually seemed changed into a semi-conscious act, as if I knew I had to do this to fully wake (and as usual, the personified preconscious was the focus of instigation).

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I had a few dream fragments, what I remember was talking to who appears to be Naruto but not dressed at all like in the anime. He was hiding from some omnipotent bad guys.

I was then back to elementary. We were at some kind of tomb in the mountain, and me and my friend was discussing how our homeroom teacher was a serial killer who hide bodies here. We didn't seem too concerned. My friend wasn't able to find his shoes as we walked back and I joked that maybe the dead body had it, and my morbidity shocked him a bit. I covered by saying that my mom was a doctor and I have seen a lot of dead bodies in the past, so I didn't really find it that taboo. We got to a place that sell breakfast, but they only had bread and sauce.

Undead settlement

I was driving through a countryside, on a forest road. I was driving with my pal in his car, it was a red painted sports car. It was a road surrounded by trees and going up to some fields. My pal was controlling the car, though at first he didn't do anything and I had to rescue us from incoming truck, then reminded him that he is driving. We passed by some old buildings, both waving goodbye to ghosts living there. We continued on the road until something pulled us off to the fields and our car got an extension like combine harvester. We drove through wheat fields, harvesting everything. The cut wheat grain landed in a nearby tall farmhouse with a windmill-tower. After we drove through whole wheat the car broke and people left farmhouse. I recall a young, blonde woman with long hair in a white dress. There were other people, angry for the wheat. We said sorry and asked if they couldn't repair our car, but they wanted a lot of money for the wheat first. Seeing that this won't do, I decided to leave and wandered out to a hill behind the farmhouse. It was getting dark, I reached ruins of a village. I knocked to doors of a house that looked inhabited and a corpse of woman opened them. Upon seeing me, she said that I should see a corpse named Pendalion, living in a place close to where my parents lie. I continued trudging between old and creepy houses until I reached another inhabited area. There were some guardians there that immediately rushed to attack me as soon as they saw me. Somehow I opened up a command console and used a "set_fight 0" command to stop them, then entered one of houses. There was another corpse woman in long, brown robe. There was a little box with name over her head "Henande". I saw some strange, small machinery powered by deep blue crystal. She said that it's her project of "resotrative crystal". I left the house and met guardians again. I used console command again, but more of them appeared. They started fighting between each other and those that won let me pass. I took stuff of the fallen and went back to previous part of village. It was dusk, I opened some big arched doors and a intriguing tune started playing somewhere in the background. I entered some ruined palace, through another big doors I entered some great dining hall. Glasses with alcohols were still on a table. I saw some fireplace and sat down beside it.

Fragmented dream

This one was highly annoying, I dreamt that I was lying in bed, having troubles with sleeping, and fragments of dreams coming time after time. First "dream" was that some two fat and suspicious women were invited to our house by one of our friends. I seen them take some stuff, so i outright warned them that I'll call police should they take some of my stuff. They didn't cared. We all moved to streets to meet with pal and his family, when suddenly those fat women called thugs with knives. With sister we ran back to house, calling police immediately. We reached our backyard where we warned father and then grabbed anythig we could defend ourselves with. Sister took some shovel, father had an axe and I took a pickaxe. People gathered on our backyard, fath women came with thugs. I replaced pickaxe with some enormous pitchfork and started fighting with them. Then I woke up in my bed and "tried to fall asleep" again. After a while I found myself in some cliffside mansion made of white marble. I went through it and found myself at my backyard, it was an evening, just after rain. I went to the backside of my house and behind barn I saw fields of mushrooms going on all along the horizon. Some of them were the size of younger trees. Again bed fragment. Then I saw a fragment in which I shot from a tank, rockets breaking into fireworks as they flied. Next I was lying in my bed, it was dark all around. I thought about lucid dreaming, but that idea seemed curiously boring at the time. Then I found myself at some military station built on a swamp, going to barracks to take my clothes as it was a free day next day.

Writing in sand, which obviously does not work that well. Seemed to be writing in blood or something.

Freaked out by the dark of my parents attic at night in the dark

I don't feel I was part of this dream but more watching the scene unfold. My view was from above. To my right was a large group of viking warriors walking on green grass coming over a small hillside. I would guess around 100 of them. I was observing them with their axes and swords. They were all walking quickly. The one person that stood out to me was a woman in the front who had brown short choppy hair. She had a fierce look on her face. Just as they came toward the front of my view I looked to my left and at a distance there was a tall grass hill that was very long and at the top were horses and soldiers as far as you could see around the entire top of the hill. Appeared to be thousands of them. I looked back at the vikings and the woman threw her hand with the sword into the air and yelled "retreat, retreat, retreat"! They all ran back to the right while to the left the soldiers came racing down the hill on their horses and on foot. I watched as the entire group of soldiers went in chase of the vikings, over the hill to my right and couldn't control anything.

1) I found myself climbing up a steep slope with a team of a few others, I was holding onto undergrowth and powering up. A few overtook me on mountain bikes. We were heading up to the top of the hill to fly an aerobatic plane, we stopped for a break in a hut and I realised that I hate flying so I went over to the pilot and asked if he could take it gently to start with and just do a few rolls.
I noticed someone dressed in a green paramedic suit but it covered his face as well, he started to explain to everyone that it had been put on inside out so he couldn't open up the top so his face was covered.

2) I was at a strange party and a girl was counting out invites saying not many people had turned up but the pile was enormous so I told her it looked good to me.

I dreamed that I was back at my room in our old home. Orcs were trying to get into my room.

I was chased by an Alien (from the movie Alien), no doubt a result of playing "Alien: Isolation" a week ago. I remember running, together with other people, as it chased us through the countryside. I somehow remembered this happening before, as if I knew the plot of the dream before it had happened. I also remembered that it would chase me through a forest, and that we would then battle the beast in a sawmill of sorts. The final battle of the plot. I ran into the forest, and avoided the site of the sawmill. In another scene I fled from the beast in an industrial harbor, zigzagging between the legs of gigantic loading cranes. It was dark (night) and once again raining. Then we were in a supermarket, still being chased by the Alien. There were once again a few of us now. At one point I knew I could not escape, and the Alien would get me. I kind of "gave up" and turned around instead to face the beast. When it approached, I attacked it instead. I gave it a good whack in the head. Then, I had its head in my grip. I held its mouth (which looked more like a bird's beak than an Alien's mouth) with both hands to keep it from biting. As long as I could hold it like this, it was restrained. The other people showed up. One of them was a giant, who made it clear he would fight the beast to keep it distracted. We made a run for it. I ran out of the supermarket, back into the rainy night. I ran as fast as I could, towards two people who were just getting into their car. They turned out to be former colleagues. I pretty much begged them for a ride, and they agreed. They completely failed to see the reason for my panic. I tried telling them, but they just ignored my warnings... like stupid characters in a horror movie. I told them that if they saw something weird on the road ahead, to definitely NOT stop the car. I somehow knew I was in a horror movie, and I was afraid all the cliche tropes would actually happen. I was even afraid one of the men would turn out to be body-snatched by the monsters or something. While they drove away from the harbor (taking their time, much to my annoyance), one of them asked where my car was, and said he would never want to sit in a car like mine. I used to drive a crappy 1990 Opel Corsa (and clearly subconsciously feel insecure about that). We kept driving, and they kept talking. Much to my surprise, it looked like we were actually going to get away! I chose to end the dream there, as I was afraid that in the next chapter (!) the beast would show up again.

In the next dream, I was inside a wax factory. I think I worked there, in a pretty high function. I remember taking a bite from a honeycomb. There were other employees in the warehouse with me. Later in in the dream, I was in an office upstairs (overlooking the factory through a large window). Night had fallen, and the other employees had gone home. I was there alone. There was something I needed to do downstairs in the warehouse... but something felt wrong. I again "knew" I was in a horror story and this was going to be the first time I run into the monster (not the Alien this time). I do recall a monster from later in the dream, a beast that looked very different from the Alien, but still scary.

There was a crazy (sick) girl who attacked me with a knife (in an underground lab?). I used my sword, which kind of functioned as a lightsaber (it lights up a second after drawing it). I hacked her in the neck, but there was barely any blood, and she didn't even flinch. She didn't stop coming at me, and appeared not to feel pain. I injured my hand slightly, because she attacked with a knife. The dream ended mid-battle. I know there was a guy behind the whole thing, he had done something to her, drugged her or something. Another woman had lured me down there and trapped me with the sick girl (hoping she would attack me).

Somebody handed me a letter, written by an aunt (?) in Texas. It contained euros and a written note. I speculated it was intended for different person with my name, I decided to find him.

Third dream I forgot.

...And the secret was getting 7.75 hours of sleep, apparently. I'm going to try and continue this trend. Regardless of how intense the week is, I will do my best to get enough sleep on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. Which, for me, will be hugely beneficial I think.

So here's a list of all the many dreams I have recalled from last night:

Dream 1: Non-lucid; experienced during first 20 minutes of sleep. I fell asleep at roughly 12:10 AM, and had a dream about hanging out with my sister, my brother or friend (I think?), and a friend of my sister's. My sister went to use the bathroom, and the other guy I was with was talking with me and her friend. We were talking about her, but I don't precisely remember what we were talking about specifically. When she finished using the bathroom, she came out and said "You know I heard you while I was in there", because IRL my sister really does have good hearing. So maybe it was something embarrassing, but I don't really know for sure. I woke up and it was only 12:32 AM, so my brain had apparently launched me pretty quickly into REM again for some reason.

Dream 2: Non-lucid, but very close to lucidity. Good vs. evil! A giant snake was trying to kill me and two other people. However, my stuffed snake, Snakey, my tulpa, and I were destined to save us all! (I actually do have a stuffed snake, and he is actually named Snakey. He is the coolest. However, he is at my parent's house right now. :p In the dream, he had become real.) We prayed that we would be able to triumph over the snake. Then, we felt like we should just will it away, because -- get this -- we recognized that it was only in our heads and wasn't actually real. This one was SO CLOSE to being lucid, because of that realization, but not quite! We willed it away, and it worked!

Dream 3: Non-lucid. This is a fuzzier dream that I experienced during what felt like deeper sleep. Arguably it would've been significantly harder to become lucid during this one because of this fact. This one occurred in the middle of the night, if I recall correctly. IRL, I work part-time as a computer science TA at my university, helping students debug Java and Android programs. In this dream, the other TAs and I apparently "did not want to stop believing OR coding". I believe some malevolent individual was trying to get us to stop believing in God or something and also stop programming. Someone said that he would kill us all if we didn't do this. He had an army of supporters to back him up. Then, it faded and we were in a theme park. I dream a LOT about theme parks. Anyway, we were on the rides, but I was watching from a distance despite being on a ride technically myself. (?) Some of my fellow TAs were riding on a white roller coaster. The evil guy's plan was to hack into all the rides while we we're still on them, and somehow harm us. Maybe shut them down. I don't really know. I was worried for the others. Then, it faded again, and we were on a revolving turntable, much like the turntable by the roundhouse in Thomas the Train, but indoor and stark and depressing. I got onto it, and the evil guys had surrounded us. However, I somehow knew that we were going to be safe, and we were saved. I don't remember how.

Dream 4: Non-lucid. I was in a lecture hall of some sort for artists. The lady teaching was trying to tell us that 3D artists should NOT learn to draw or digitally paint, because apparently it would actually make us worse, since it would take time away from learning how to model and render a scene. I was really ticked because I definitely disagree with that philosophy, and I believe that the general 3D community would agree with me.

Dream 5: The DILD! Sort of. I didn't have a specific reality check that worked this time. But when I sleep 8 hours or close to it, my body starts waking up more and more as my actual wakeup time approaches. I will often physically wake up to use the bathroom or get a drink of water, and then go back to sleep for a while longer. This is the most natural thing for me. As I do this, I have more and more dreams, and more and more REM sleep. Then, I am much more likely to recall dreams, and also much more likely to become lucid. Hard work pays off, guys!

First, I was on the internet. Some girl said that she had recently had a week-long paid internship with Disney, where they were basically paid to ride rides all day long. They were supposed to observe the culture of theme parks, or something. Then, I suddenly found myself on a cart or truck thing going to a theme park. It was presumably Disney, but there were a lot of rides that Disney definitely doesn't have IRL. All these other people were on the truck, too, but they were official interns and wore brown vests. I was there, but I didn't have a vest, so apparently I wasn't an official intern. I was worried I'd get in trouble for being on the truck despite not being officially hired, and wasn't sure how I even got there in the first place. My mom and my brother were there, too. And neither of them had vests. I went to go sit by my mom, but as I sat down beside her, she disappeared. I felt that she was still there, but had no idea why she had just randomly become invisible. Also, the seats were tiny, so my butt barely fit on them. We were in the back of the truck, in the open air with just a pavilion thing over us. So if it would have been raining, we would've been sheltered, but we still got fresh air.

We kept riding in the truck, looking at the rides that we would soon ride. I then realized that I was dreaming, because Disneyland does not look like that IRL. Too many thrill rides. Well, that and my mom randomly disappearing.

So I sat by my brother, and told him, "I think we're in a dream right now." And he said something like "We definitely could be. Is everything out of focus?" I said that yes, everything most certainly was out of focus. So he said that it probably was a dream. Suddenly, instead of being inside of a truck, it was just me and him and the (inferred) driver inside of an SUV or a Jeep Cherokee or something, and there were suddenly windows. So I clambered out the window, which was partially rolled down, and flew towards one of the rides!

It was a water ride with boats that looked like Perilous Plunge, an old ride from Knott's Berry Farm that I never actually went on. It went inside of a brown artificial mountain, and it was super cool. But just as I was about to reach a boat to get on it, I woke up. D: NOOOOOO!

The dream was still fuzzy, too. I wish it was more vivid, but mentally I was so close to awakening that I did accidentally wake myself up. -_-

Also, my notes read "still had sizzle". Nope, no idea what I meant by that. o.o

Dream 6: I tried to re-enter the previous dream, but to no avail. I do have a note that said "she knew I wanted it lol." Don't recall what that means, but I can guarantee you that it was not appropriate.

Dream 7: I had a dream. There may have been a girl but I can't really read my notes. This was more like a fragment. My alarm woke me up before I could get any further.

And that's it.

Had 7-10 dreams. Every time I woke up I remembered 2-3.

Wine sellers and Deal grabbers

Shopping for 20x70 binoculars for my dad - detailed - monocular, clock on the building

I recall only several brief fragments that I can't quite describe. Been to busy today and woke up too violently to memorize anything.

Slept 7.5 hours last night. I've been lacking sufficient REM sleep lately, having not slept enough for the majority of the week, and I think that's why I started dreaming and woke up about 30 minutes later, then fell back asleep with no recollection of dreams for the rest of the night. Weird how that works -- I'll have to do some more research.

The one dream I remember was from that 30 minute period shortly after going to bed. I was at home home, as in my parent's house, which I only go to during breaks from college nowadays. There were spiders all over the place. I'm freaking terrified of spiders. D: The other weird thing in this dream was that my dad was nervous just like I was, when in the waking world he tells me to stop being so scared of things like that. Yet that wasn't enough to clue me in to lucidity. But it was close. Ish.

I need a new reality check. Checking my watch hasn't worked in years, and attempting to fly worked a few times, but it simply hasn't occurred to me during a dream. And I'm not doing the trying to breathe with your nose plugged thing, because the idea of not being able to breathe scares me. o.o Maybe I'll try the one where you push your finger through your hand. We will see.

Normal Dreams Recalled - 2
LD Induction Method - MILD, WBTB + MILD

1. Forest and Cops
My memory begins at a supply store where I am shopping with my parents. I do not remember what supplies we were buying, nor why we were buying them. My next memory is in a forest, where my parents and I are laying out those supplies to build something. We happened to be located near an access road and a public restroom. During the set up process, I looked over to the restroom and I saw 3 police officers in the blue uniforms of a city police department getting ready to enter and 'clear' the women's restroom, with guns drawn. After clearing the restroom, they came over to talk to me. I remember there were two seats across from each other, and I sat down across from a short haired, mean-looking female police officer. She said I "looked young" and asked how old I was. (side note: in waking life I had been told the same thing at a bar when I was buying a drink earlier last night. I have a baby face so this happens frequently and is frustrating). I responded by telling her how much I hate that question and being told that I look young, and she told me that "I was being smart with her" and she got angry. (Blank memory). I left in a hurry and drove off from the forest area via the access road. (Blank memory). I woke up for real and wrote down a few key phrases/words to jog my memory of this event.

Awake, I looked at my phone. The time was 6:04, so I canceled my alarm which was set for 6:15 for a WBTB + MILD induction. My significant other, T, got up at the same time to let our cats out and we both used the restroom. Then I laid down. I was very awake, probably since I woke up 6 hours after going to sleep at the end of a cycle. I had trouble relaxing and getting tired, so I meditated on my breathing for a while. Eventually, I began my mantras/intention and I visualized the forest dream. I visualized becoming aware of how weird the scene was (context dreamsign) and I that I must be lucid and performed a nose-plug RC to verify. I continued to visualize myself performing my lucid dream goals, which were to stabilize the dream, fly, and look at myself in a mirror. At this point, I still wasn't tired so I turned over on my side and continued my breathing meditation while occasionally "renewing my mantra". Eventually, I fell asleep.

2. My memory begins with myself, T, her parents, and some friends all eating at Hooters. I ordered wings and pasta and the wings were delicious with a very distinct flavor that I cannot place. At one point, I was walking with my pasta bowl and it slipped out of my hand. The girl working there, who I think I must have known, heard it happen. I cleaned it up really quick and tried to pretend like nothing happened as there wasn't much pasta left. Nevertheless, she brought me more food without charge. Strangely, they were also doing car washes at this hooters? When leaving the restaurant, I got in the driver's seat of T's clean car with her in the passenger seat. But the car "felt wrong". First, I had my foot on the gas instead of the brake when attempting to start the car. Then, when I went to turn the car on using the ignition, I came to the crazy realization that the ignition "was installed backwards". (In real life, this car is a push-to-start button ignition so I'm not sure what this really means). In the dream, the ignition was a rod/stick much like the gear shifter in mini-vans and trucks. I had to twist this ignition system "backwards" (relative to my apparent dream expectation) to get the car to start. Additionally, we realized the "seats were also installed backwards". (I have no idea what that means outside the context of this dream). But we exited the vehicle and began to "flip/rotate" the seats. Then I woke up.

Notes - I did a MILD attempt at the beginning of the night and during the middle of the night at 6:00am. Despite not having a lucid, I feel successful in that I know I am 1 day closer to succeeding with MILD. However, I have areas for improvement. First, I would like to wake up naturally at the end of every sleep cycle for more and better MILD attempts. When my alarm goes off, if T wakes up, she is very noisy and makes returning to sleep difficult. Also, I have trouble going back to sleep occasionally if I am up for more than a few minutes, so my WBTB attempts usually need to be quick. Also, my visualization was sub par and I got distracted frequently. I need to continue on a specific visualization and do so right before falling asleep instead of completing my mantra and visualization and then lying in bed for a while before sleeping. Overall, I'm happy with my dream recall. Despite only remembering 2 dreams, I got more detail from these two dreams than any of the previous 5 days that I have been keeping a journal.

For tomorrow, I will use intention while falling asleep to remember all dreams and to wake up at the end of every sleep cycle. I think these are important first steps in succeeding with MILD.

Dreamsigns -
Set up in forest with parents - Context Dreamsign
Drove off leaving cop - Action Dreamsign
Carwash at Hooters - Context Dreamsign
Car Felt wrong - Inner Awareness / Form Dreamsigns
Ignition Installation - Form Dreamsign
Car seats - Form Dreamsign

I entered a small store that sold jewelry or something. Three guys were there. I got a deja vu and knew something was wrong. I looked at the clock and it was like a square wave starting from 8 o'clock and ending at 1 o'clock. But of course that had a perfectly good reason in the dream. It was the path through the maze. What maze? you might ask. Well, the maze that disarms the timebomb that the robbers activated. One of the robbers had a razor and was shaving the path through the maze. When he got closer to the end of the maze, I started to feel nausea when he moved the razor. He made a mistake while shaving the bomb. I was already down on my knees from nausea, when the whole place exploded. The explosion had no effect on me, but the nausea wasn't going away so I woke up.

Never felt like that in a dream. Extreme nausea. What the hell?