non-lucid

Morning of January 30, 2017. Monday.



All the members of the Waltons family each have singular kiosks set up along the roadside in a straight line, adjacent to an old warehouse. It is a back road in an unknown region (but is probably meant to be Walton’s mountain). Each of the Waltons is selling something different. Mother Walton is selling handmade potholders and oven mitts. Grandma Walton is selling preserves in jars. (She is at the last kiosk on the left.) John Boy Walton is apparently attempting to sell the books of his he once had printed from a subsidy publisher he was victimized by. I am not sure what the others are selling (though Jim Bob is seemingly with slingshots).

It is nighttime eventually, and rather dark out. No one else but me (other than the Waltons) had been in the area. A very small meteor comes down and hits mother Walton’s kiosk but does not seem to do much damage. Another one just misses Grandma Walton’s stand.

I tell them that the meteors are coming down in a particular pattern. They do not at all seem to be concerned about the falling meteors even with the two close calls. I predict where the next one will hit and I am correct. I go and put the contents of the small meteorite in a large transparent glass container.

Looking closely into the container, holding it up, I see a few bits of rock. I also see a curious orange glow on the right side of the container. Near the center of the container is an odd structure that looks cylindrical and constructed of green glowing glass shards that are long and thin but also resemble a burning cigarette (other than the embers being green).

After a short time, there are two oversized beetles in the container, bigger than my hands. One is a golden Christmas beetle, the other resembling a green weevil mixed with a rhino beetle. I am thinking of how they came from another planet and somehow survived within the meteor (even though they seemed to rapidly grow from out of the embers), though I consider how there is only one of each (though each is beautiful in its own way). I am also thinking that they are too different to reproduce since they are seemingly different species. No sooner do I hold that thought for a moment when they start to mate. The shiny green beetle climbs atop the golden one and they remain mating until my dream ends.

The Waltons, especially Grandma and John Boy (who are standing the closest to me) stare at the event, not speaking.

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1/28/2017

Bed 7pm – still sick since tuesday when I got back from europe

DR 9pm

Ophelia came to visit me. I wanted to ask her why she came and why she left us and didn’t talk, but I decided to just let her take the lead and do and say or not do and not say whatever she wants.

She started talking, not mentioning the past. Almost as if nothing happened. But I knew that it was on her mind and she is not sure how I will react.

Rest is gonna be in my personal DJ.

28-01-2017
Bathroom

It was evening, I took some clothes and went to bathroom to take a shower. The place looked like before renovation, it was horribly dirty. There was some sewage in bathtub, I opened lid of the toilet seat and saw an utter mess of mud, excretes and random junk, even bread loaves. I flushed the water and it started raising, then abruptly lowered with an ominous gurgle. This acually made me happy, I thought that I've dealt with some problem in a nice way.

WBTB attempt.

Fragment

I recall bits of a dream, a fragment that I can't quite wholly recall. I was in house, probably kitchen, talking with family.

29-01-2017
Smog

I heard news reporter talking about air pollution, dangers of smog and how it's built, it was in some city at a dawn. When he spoke about it's built, I was high up in the sky, standing in front of wall of clouds. I could spot individuall cloudy-bricks in it's structure.

...and the coolest story idea ever! I only remembered one dream from last night, and sadly it wasn't lucid, but it was still really awesome.

My family and I were going to the Haunted Islands (which is a placeholder name for a foreboding archipelago in my imaginational world that will be used in one of my novels at some point).

But they were significantly different than how I designed them in my conscious, waking life. For one thing, they were more of a theme park or tourist attraction. In fact, as we were going to visit, we weren't sure if the place was really dangerous or if it was just a fun attraction. We went in the evening, when the sun had already set, so it was already pretty creepy.

There were two large mountains that embodied the spirits of the island. The narrative temporarily faded, and instead I was looking at a coloring book with the mountains outlined on it. I started coloring them in with a gray marker. Then, they became real again. One had the head of a snake, with glowing eyes which switched from yellow to blue every few minutes or so. The other was another monster, more mammalian: I can't remember precisely what it was, but I think it was either a bear or a wolf or something. The snake-mountain was really cool. It was almost seductive in the way that it spoke, inviting us to the island. However, it also creeped me out, even though I absolutely love snakes in the waking world. I think I just got a really bad feeling, and so did my parents. Like we shouldn't be there.

The snake gave us one last warning: We had a short increment of time in which we could still leave. The gates to the haunted world were closing, but we had like a minute to rush out.

My sister was really excited by the prospect of exploring this haunted world. My brother usually goes along with her IRL, and he did so in the dream. However, my parents decided to leave. At the very last second, I decided to as well. A silver analog clock read 10:25 PM, and I had a lot of homework to do even in the dream. We rushed out the gates and just got out before they shut. Barely. Narrowest escape in a dream ever. xD

And then I remember vaguely something about Scooby-Doo.

This is oddly symbolic of what's going on in the waking world. Suffice it to say that my sister was doing some rather unhealthy things...think drugs and sex as a high schooler. And my brother isn't doing anything crazy., but he is losing his faith and is really struggling emotionally.

I'm using this dream as a creative idea. Either for a novel or a theme park ride idea, or -- better yet -- both! I'd like to be an Imagineer one day, but I don't think this idea would work particularly well for Disney.

Oh, and I also had two more dreams, but I couldn't remember them. I know I had them, but I had zero recollection of the content upon waking.

Wax's shootout
Wax is in a shootout. He's injured, out of metals, and trapped in a building. He finds some artifacts which grant abilities when held. He finds one which grants extra Investiture if he's injured. Holding it, he steps outside, gets shot, then steps back inside. Now that he's holding more Investiture, he looks through the artifacts trying to find the one which will turn him into a Bloodmaker.


Curtis, England
I'm in England, in a place called Curtis. My wife and I are walking along a wooded road, talking. We hear thunder, and she makes a comment about its cardinal direction. I look skeptically at her, and she's offended. I stop to think about it and realize she's probably intuiting that, since thunderstorms usually roll in from the north, this one is probably north of us too. Since we're walking on a winding path in the woods and can't see any landmarks, I can't think of any other way she could have known what direction it's in.

Now we're talking to Mr. Curtis, the localc pastor, and I realize the town must have been named after him. We tell him that my mom is moving back to England and ask him for a good recomendation of what church she can go to. We talk about how hard it is to switch from driving on the right to driving on the left.


Outside a club
I'm in a cafe-style restaurant sitting at a small circular table across from my wife. We're under some kind of balcony, near a column. The counter is off to my left. Looking at it, the wall behind it is massive, going up higher than the balcony lets me see. At first, I think the place is a theater, but it dawns on me that we're actually sitting outside a strip club. I see a huge sign on the wall advertising what's inside, but I can only make out part of it since most of it is blocked by the column. Eventually I move so that I can read the sign, and sure enough, it's advertising a strip club.

From my new perspective, I can see the side of the building. Each level has a door and a walkway connecting it to stairs. One of the doors opens and a young woman, dressed in normal street clothes, comes out.

Now my attention is back on the ground floor. I see a line forming to the left of the counter and going through a large doorway. Looking more closely, I see that the doorway is actually the entrance to the women's bathroom. Weird. My wife explains that they converted the women's bathroom into a second entrance since the main entrance was so clogged and no women ever come here.

Now I notice that some people are sitting down at the table we were previously at, but we left our stuff there. I go to collect it, telling the people they're welcome to sit there.


Fixing a lightswitch
I'm in a room with Alex. He's trying to fix a light switch, but he's having trouble. He leaves for a minute and comes back with more tools, including a saw-on-a-pole. It's way too large to be in here, and he nearly hits me with it as he's turning around. I hear someone on the stairs, and a maintenance/handyman comes in with even more tools.


Big FedEx truck
I'm walking along a road with someone else, and we see a tractor-trailer FedEx truck towing a small trailer. I'm bemused, and my companion explains that FedEx has a budget freeze, so they can't buy any new trucks; but they have more deliveries than ever, so they're having to send out large trucks instead of their traditional smaller trucks.


Fragment: Crazy girl's bedroom

I am staying at a very prestigious hotel suite, akin to the Ambassador or Renaissance. I am just wandering around and exploring and marveling at all the different luxurious amenities they provide. I go downstairs to the lobby and check out the gym and shower/sauna area. Eventually, I get lost. Apparently, I am at this hotel and staying with a group of people, but I have separated myself from them. I see them in the distance but have no interest in rejoining them.

In the lobby of the hotel is a train depot, like the monorail system at Walt Disney World which runs through the Contemporary Hotel in the Magic Kingdom. I get on one of the trains and sit next to a British couple. The woman is incessantly talking to her husband and she never shuts up. We get off at the next stop, which looks like a big, empty terminal. There are rows of chairs in a circular pattern which go down into an amphitheater. I run toward the chairs and start jumping on them like a little kid, making my way towards the empty concession area in the far back of the station. As I hop on the chairs I can hear the British woman tell her husband that this was her "favorite stop" in America and that she loves to hop and jump on the chairs like I'm doing. Fade Recall. Dreamt 1/15/2017

I am involved in some ritual? idk I am looking on in 3rd person as I have my arms and sides sliced.
The marks remind me of a sausage being sliced diagonally with a very sharp knife.
Giving a zig zag design, nice lol

WBTB
I reenter the dream and am now writing up the ritual into some kind of a report in a newspaper format.

29-Jan-2017 - ND: Chess pencil + WILD: Detective in 60's Chicago

ND:
I cannot win an on-line chess match because the "pencil" I use to move pieces on-screen breaks up in pieces (!)
People around me make an "Ooooh!" out of disappontment (!)
I make up another pencil from "magnetic" parts, the top has part has a hole which I fill with a ball, but the ball has to stay floating inside for the pencil to be valid (!!) I manage to do it on the brink of my move time

ND: Fragments
- I discussion with colleagues details about a customer development contribution payment - something related to accepting a plastic box as evidence (!)
- A chicken scribble note I cannot translate

WILD#1:
I pick up a DooM shotgun and walk around, shooting at enemies, then I fall asleep

WILD#2: ~7:30 AM
I start near a car, it's an America police car, black and white. I open doors and check inside to stabilize the dream
Then I get in the driving seat, start the engine and drive it through the roads of a city
After some time I realize it's Chicago, from the elevated rail and other landmarks
When I look down at my clothes, I am wearing a black police uniform
I notice few people / cars around

I park the car at a random spot, walk the stairs up to the rail station, talk with the ticket sales guy, he speaks Italian with a strong Sicily accent, we talk a bit in that language, then greet in English
In order to pay for the ticket, I look for money in my pockets
He says "There is your train", I turn to see it coming
The train stops, I get in, have a seat and look at the people around me, they are wearing 60's clothes, women with light colored dresses, men with striped suits. Cool !
I touch my clothes and they become a suit very well toned with the rest
While the train runs on the elevated rail, I look at the scenery out of the window, roads, people, few vehicles, very nice
At the next station I get off the train

I pull off I have a rendez-vous with more cops for a mission, their names are Clarke and Jeremy
I meet them in the street, both are wearing striped suits, one light brown, the other gray
The introduce theirselves: Clarke is a bearded guy wearing a hat, Jeremy has black hair with gel and a rather pointy chin
Our mission is arresting a boss named Jack Nicholson - I think I hope he's not the actor, since I like him a lot
Jeremy pulls off a sheet of paper, I can read some words, it's clearly typewritten (Eng?)
The plan is arresting him by financial irregularities

He's in a red brick building close to us, it's a huge butcher shop - they mention the "legend" he has sold the meat of some of his victims to restaurants. I say it's disgusting, we'll make him pay for that
Each of us has a revolver, we discuss we'll most likely get inspected, I ask them if they have any hidden weapon, they say no
I hint I may be forced to use some unusual weapons if things go bad, they ask for details, I tell them they will see if there is the need
I just strongly recommend them to stay close to me in that case
Then we enter the building

After a glass door, two guys with Thompson guns. The one to our left searches us, find our guns and takes them
I tell him to treat it carefully as it's expensive, he launches it carelessly in a wooden box
We mention our appointment with the accountant, get escorted to a glass door showing the name "S.R.Richard"

We sit down in front of him and tell our story talking alternatively
We are business partners, own a restaurant, and want to buy meat from them
He says it's up to them deciding their customers
We mention high quantities of 1st choice meet, and we are ready to pay well, he gets interested
He asks the name of the restaurant, we provide, he says strange, I know it and the owner, we say we just purchased it
He tries reaching for the phone to check, but we say he can do that later

We mention a fourth partner who's giving us most of the money, but he's fixed with the integrity of his suppliers
He would like to be sure this firm has no irregularities, and ask the accountant to show us their accounting books
First he denies us that, then I put him some mental pressure and he agrees, takes a huge book and opens it on the table for us
I can read some hand-written names, amounts and so on, the accountant ensures that everything is in order
Then I mentioned he's right, except I noticed a buffalo hanging from a hook and I cannot see any mention of a buffalo purchased in the book

I say I am sure this is going to get fixed, but I want to avoid any surprise with our financer, and ask him to discuss with his boss
He says he cannot do that, their boss is too busy to be disturbed for this matter
I manipulate him mentally and he says Okay, I don't know why I am doing that, but I will take you to the boss
My colleagues look at me puzzled

We get in a large office with a big window looking outside and another big window looking at the interior, both at the entryway and the butchering room, where I see many beef bodies hanging
Behind a large desk, a fat man wearing a white suit, smoking a cigar
He asks the accountant who are these people, he's visibly upset

I take the lead here, things move quite fast.
I mention he'd better come with us for checking his books, he calls his bodyguards and more men to kill us
The room quickly fills up, and I quickly use my powers

I build a protective shell around us to protect us against bullets

Spoiler for Crude violence description:

I slam one guy with a Thompson machine-gun against a wall, blocking him there with a metal U-shaped tube at his neck, this quickly strangulates him to death
I use a wind power to launch a guy against another wall, then more wind removes the muscles from most of his body, leaving half of his skeleton exposed
I burn another guy with flames

Then I move to face the boss, I say him I will not harm him if he comes with us
He asks me what I am, try to resist, I mentally hurt one of his toes

Spoiler for Crude violence description:

again removing its muscles and seeing only the bone remaining, inside the shoe

he screams in pain

Before leaving, I look from the internal window make the hanging beef drop from the hooks, then look into the meat mass and give them back life, a herd of black and white cows walks the area. I mention, it's too late for the hamburgers (LOL)

Then I use a "mental lazo" to lift him, smash the big window behind him, deposit him on the street
I quickly get out of the window and fly down
My colleagues reach me, shocked by what they have seen
I tell them to call a car to take the boss to police station, the car comes, we get inside
There is another guy driving it, I ask him to get off as Clarke and Jeremy are too tight in the back seat with the boss
Actually is to talk more freely, they ask me how that was possible, and I tell them the shocking truth: I know it's hard to know it, but they are actually not alive, but just inside my dream
Myself I am even kinda shocked by that, and shiver strongly

I can see they are not very convinced by my words, and I tell I will provide some solid proof: I have just built a bridge above lake Michigan, connecting it to the other side. We drive our car to the coastline and the bridge is there, fading in the distance
I tell them if we've got three hours of spare time, we could get to the Michigan state and back
They say now they believe me
We reach the police station, dream fades at this time

Dream Fragment 1: I was in a creepy house. I could sense a ghost, and it scared the crap out of me. I woke up and was still freaked for a second before I realized that it was just a dream. o_o

Full Non-Lucid Dream 2: Warning, this is a bit nsfw, but it's what happened and I was not in control. :p I was getting some groceries and talking with the cashier at Walmart, and we both agreed that everyone should just get free membership cards. Does Walmart even offer membership cards? xD There were a few people behind me -- an African American lady, an invisible lady (I could sense her presence, or something), and I think a few other women. One of them -- can't remember who precisely -- started doing something physical to me that would be rather inappropriate to mention on a public forum and which would most certainly not happen in a public setting, and my dream self rather enjoyed it. Wasn't enough to make me lucid though. The weird thing is, I doubt that I would have been attracted to any of those people in real life. They were pretty generic, standard Wally World people. THE PEOPLE OF WALMART! Dreams can make you horny, I suppose. o____O

Oh, and in that dream, I actually had a false awakening. Inside of my dream, I woke up, and thought "Hey, I remembered a dream!" and immediately began writing it down in my dream journal. I also have a vague memory of there being a Nutri Grain wrapper beside me, when in actuality I hardly ever eat inside of my room (too messy). And then I woke up for real, and was confused because I thought that I had already written it down in my journal, yet there was nothing on the page.

Dream Fragment 3 (NOT COUNTING): My last note reads "Idk I think a 3rd one but got lost on the Z" I don't know what this means. xD But it was definitely one of those moments where you know you almost remembered the dream, but it just narrowly escapes you. D: Hence, I'm not counting this for the sake of honesty.

I haven't had an LD in a while. Hopefully tonight will change that. But then again, this is first and foremost a process that requires time and hard work to achieve. So we will see how this all plays out. I'm really going to make the effort to make sleep more of a priority in my life, but we'll see if I can pull it off...

This dream felt so realistic, that when I recalled it later at work today, for a moment I thought it may have happened.

So there is a guy in a distinct white T-shirt. It has 2 emblems, is smaller and one larger, and a few words on it. We are trying to find him later. I start to recall the logos and the words and his face is coming to my memory very clearly.

I was in a house or an apartment. It might have belonged to my Dad. The floor was sand like at a beach. There were holes in the sand which seemed to be nests for snakes or insects or something. I was filling some of them up by moving sand around with my foot. My Dad asked if I could have it done by the time of some party he was planning. I said that I would try but that I wasn’t sure because it takes time.

Then things changed so that I was no longer working on a sandy floor, but instead working on a bed or mattress, filling in dips and holes in the mattress. At one point our late dog Elvis was in one of the holes as I was moving pillows around and he came out.

Then I was in Alaska on the road and I was running into travelers. Somebody was traveling with a bunch of young women who may have been prostitutes. I met a couple travelers who were headed to Oklahoma. They said they had begun their journey in Pennsylvania. I replied that they were really taking the long way. They said that they really wanted to visit Alaska.

The scene changed. I might have still been in Alaska but I was at music club and I had been given an upright bass. I was just starting to fool around with it. There were two guys, one of whom had a beginner’s music book. They kept telling me to play different simple 3 note songs. At first I went along with it. But then I moved the upright bass over a divider into a corner of the room. As I moved the bass I made a joke to a man that was sitting close by that I hope I didn’t stick him in the privates with the stick-like stand that protrudes from the bottom of the bass.

I began to play a David Lynch-type jazz scale. I was kind of managing to play that. Then Peg said that when I hit certain notes it hurt her feet or her knee. She was sitting close to the bass and it may have been bumping into her. But I said that I needed to hit those notes and asked her to be patient with me.

So, I was playing that Lynchian piece and I had my hand high up on the neck of the bass and there were snakes up in the corner of the room and they began biting both of my arms repeatedly. I was okay, though. I posed for a photo for Peg, showing off the bites, because we thought it would look cool. Then she moved out of the way so a man from the press could take a photo.

Had some dumb dreams I didn't enjoy. First the family was in the car looking for my sister. We found her next to a creek, and I jumped in and tried to make my way to her without crushing the local wildlife or getting my shoes wet. There were toads everywhere. At one point I was astonished to see a small one get caught by a thin piece of spider web and lifted away. I didn't see the spider responsible for this action; it looked more like some sort of automatic trap.

Then we retrieved Jess, and the next bit had to do with Dad and some stupid design he'd done to a car that involved a lot of french fry decals and design choices. Like, there was a big plastic french fry he'd put overtop the antenna. I ended up removing absolutely everything I could to make the car seem normal again.

Then there was an odd segment where Dad was reclaming the car and putting the french fry crap back despite my protests. Oh well.

More tidbits:
An alternate reality; a strange tunnel (more like a tram track as it was very high above the ground) with missing sections you had to jump over; a girl changing her skin texture but it glitched and looked weird for certain ones; getting lost while running through a huge building but severed heads showed the correct path after a woman yelled at me for going the wrong way... ah yes, but first I was in a vehicle. A group of bad guys kept firing EMP's at me to stall the vehicle I was in. It was a water vehicle and I finally made it to the building. There were mutants in the wide halls and they were going to attack me with a lasso-like appendage but I told them I was on their side and to attack the people pursuing me.

All of those seem to be mostly inspired by Under the Dome and my new game The Forest.

Fitbit: 3:34AM-11:54AM 12 times restless for 2hrs 25 minutes. 5hrs 55 minutes proper sleep.
I think my silent alarms were confusing the device. I turned them off before bed last night and I had no conflicting times.

I was in a high school, investigating the various paranormal objects that show up there. I found a creepy Japanese-looking doll in a kimono, which legends say will turn into someone's true love if you perform a ritual and did not look at it. I did so, and in the last part I had to count to ten as the doll transformed and I was filled with fear. It became somebody I knew who was a bit confused.

Later I was at an art teacher's workshop, and he apparently had another paranormal object.