non-lucid

The dream takes place in Vaughn's car with his dad driving us to a football game. They pick me up at my house and my dad wants to know the details of my game so he texts me 12 times asking about it. Interestingly it is an 8 PM game but we have practice before the game at 6. In order to find out when the game is I look online at a pop-warner site even though it is a high school game.

The dream takes place at grandma Gourley's house for a family reunion or something. We are all upstairs at a table in grandpa's room at one point and Jonathon asks if I can grab him a beer. Grandpa then asks me if I can grab him a beer too but a light beer instead so that he can chug it. I search around in the kitchen for a light beer but then Jonathon comes down and grabs one himself. I notice grandma is downstairs as well making little bags of banana bread.

The dream takes place in a jungle like scene where Dave B. is hiking with me up a river to a waterfall. We go up many steps filled with water and finally at the top reach the waterfalls which are illuminated with many different colored lights. There is also a bridge leading to the waterfall and a restaurant or something on top. Dave tells me that you can get there by car and that I should bring Michi. After we decide to head back and Niki and dad are with us. After we descend the steps we enter an underwater cave where we have to hold our breath and swim through different parts to get out. My dad leads and Niki swims behind me but runs out of breath at the last part so I have to go save her.

The dream takes place once again in third person where I am watching Obi Wan escape from something. He is running away while at the same time using his lightsaber to deflect shots from drones and using some badass moves to kill the drones. He also is doing some crazy moves like running up walls and using the force to get his lightsaber back if he loses it in the action. The dream then at some point transforms into me as the jedi still running away from some people. I use the lightsaber to kill many more drones and at some point meet up with some friends who also are running away from whoever these bad guys are. We take a staircase up what seems to be a parking garage and jump from one level to another until we finally find a way out. We are then in a desert like star wars environment with our enemies trailing behind us. We find a large block with some cover and jump up to start shooting at the bad guys. I find a ton of guns near our cover and start giving them to my friends who begin shooting. Suddenly we notice that the guns are air soft guns but seem to be fairly effective.

The dream is about a family trip to the movies where some guy tries to give me a new red phoenix jersey in the bathroom but then had to sign up for it. I sit down and start filling out the paperwork for the jersey but my dad said we have to go because the film was starting. Interestingly, the dream takes place in a town that is very familiar in my dreams. I am sure I have been there before and the location is some type of vacation town with several old western like saloon places. Also located near that town there is a sunsplash that I have had a recurring dream of in the past.

I was somewhere very hot, seems like Greece, the sun was scorching, possibly noon outside.
In a hospital ward, with sick children laying in bed. One child has long straight blonde hair and a dark plain dress.
I recognise her and i'm lucid. I try using my powers to heal her. We go along the intensely bright road in the sweltering heat.
We travel in an old dark brown ford along the scrubby, tree lined road. Reaching her mothers house, who strangely enough is the same person just older but with same blonde her, but with a neat office suit on. I make out with the mother.

Spoiler for may contain nudity but not enough really:

She lays in bed on her front, with the cover off, exposing her bare legs and shapely ass (or is that other way round lol) I take her from behind

Last night bed around 9 - 10pm - 3:45am

Recall today.

I was at work, when I look at my right hand and wonder why. Then I remembered a dream. My right hand was all bruised and a bit bloody. Not sure what happened, but it hurt.

Had a bunch of other, non specific dreams.

I am driving with my son along a city street. Out on the horizon, looming majestically beyond the skyline are Jupiter and Saturn, side by side. Their spheres are massive and the whole sky is filled with their radiance. They exude a golden sparkle. Pink Floyd's "Astronomy Domine" begins playing. We stop the car to look at them through a telescope. I adjust the telescope's focus to get them as clear as I can and then I stand aside to let my son take a look. These displays of cosmic luminaries in our stratosphere are a common dream sign, especially when they occur over water. Fade out.

I am in another city now (Dallas), but my son is no longer with me. I am wandering the streets and attempting to have various homosexual encounters with strangers. Before the encounters can begin, however, a biker always appears. He is off his motorcycle and just following me around. He has a big beard and looks homeless. I yell at him to go away. As he reluctantly departs he gives me a sad look. When I try to have another homosexual encounter, the same thing happens: the biker appears before anything can be initiated. The second time he leaves, I decide to follow him.

I follow him to his bike, which has a ladder fastened to it. I discover that he and his wife are roofers from Austin and they travelled up to Dallas with their ladder to work a hailstorm. I follow him back to a house where I see a boy with no shirt. I try to sew him a shirt, but he won't stand still long enough for me to complete it. And so I chase him. He has a toy gun and a bow without an arrow. He aims his arrowless bow at me and laughs. At that moment, a woman comes out of the house and tells me to "just grab the little sonofabitch, 'cause that's what he is".

Back inside the house they are putting hundreds of Lincoln Logs together. The house has a peculiar smell, like new plastic toys and fresh cedar. We sit at a table and discuss what we're going to make the kids for dinner. I feel good being with this family. I suddenly remember my attempts to have a homosexual encounter, and how I spoke rudely to the biker, and I feel shameful. I now consider them my friends, and want to be accepted by them. Dreamt 12/13/2016

I am in a building that resembles a doctor's office. I recognize a woman in it; she reminds me of an an old neighbor I once had. In the dream my construction company replaced her roof, or was preparing to replace it. While looking at her, my cell phone butt-dials a lady named Audrey. Audrey does not know me. I tell her that we had discussed my company possibly replacing her roof from all the recent storm damage. I go through my sales presentation with her (this is an actual sales presentation I had been working on in real life), and eventually gain her confidence and close the deal over the phone.

Now that the deal was closed, we begin discussing personal information. We exchange ages (in the dream I am 52 and she is 67). It suddenly dawns on me that I know this woman personally...and intimately. She then materializes before me and I recognize her face from another dream where we had had sex. I pick her up in my arms and carry her over to a table. When I put her down she is naked and stiff, like a corpse. Dreamt 12/11/2016

In a house im with a load of other kids (yeah I was a kid). We were running through the house across a landing with banisters and down a stairwell. We were trying to get away from someone like in Home Alone. So we get up into a loft with a swing down white square door.
For some reason there are four ladders that come down. I think there was one then I put three more down to block the entrance. The other kids hide in the loft space while I swing out hanging upside down and throw boiled eggs at the interlopers. It all seems very much like a game.
When I wake it is 4:32 then when I look again it is 4:44am.

I am at a Toyota dealership with my wife and our niece. We are looking to see what it would cost to fix the back of the driver's seat where my son had scuffed it up with his shoes. The salesman quoted me an outrageous price. It made me very angry. I was scowling as I sat there listening to him, and I noticed Ashley (my niece) was scowling too. The salesman noticed how upset I was and made mention of it. He said, "You don't need to scowl, sir." This admonishment pissed me off even more. I stood up from the table, furious. I told him I had enough money to buy the entire dealership if I wanted, and that I made more money last month than he probably did for the past five years in total sales commissions. Fade out.

I am now in another room at the dealership speaking with a lady who handles their HR stuff. She is on the phone with the general manager. She hands me the phone and says the GM would like to speak with me. I take the receiver. The GM says he is willing to give me a "great deal" on the Prius. He then asks me if my vehicle had any hail damage. After we hang up, the HR lady tells me the GM is just like me -- a racist who doesn't like people. Dreamt 12/10/2016

I enter a lecture hall and speak to the man who I believed summoned me, dressed in black with a small white owl on his shoulder, but it turns out the owl is the one that called me; this is news to the man in black, and he's not pleased about it. The owl speaks in a pleasant woman's voice and changes into the shape of a four-sided mask, one face for each direction; three of them are simple stylized masks made of wood or similar, but the fourth is an actual face - it moves, it has eyes - just in cartoonishly distorted proportions. She's been sealed/trapped/stuck/reduced to this. She introduces herself as Loki Laufeyjarson, which is not the name I was expecting her to say but I roll with it.

She talks about each of her masks - in the one that resembles an actual face, she says she'd taken this form and scorned high heels (meaning an artificial way of gaining the height she feels she should have had anyway - 'height' is not really the issue she's talking about). In one of the wooden masks, she talks about using this form for dealings with a magician, and she suspects that magician of having a hand in her current unfortunate circumstances.

She returns to the form of the owl sitting on the man in black's shoulder, and we're now in a yard behind an estate, surrounded by partygoers. The man speaks of my payment and I dismiss the small amount of money he offers; I tell him I expect him to provide me with food and lodgings, pea soup and three packs of smokes a day. (Neither of those are things I'd want IRL, but I wasn't being my IRL self here.) I'm already leaving, stepping over an ornamental pond; it's a demand, not a negotiation. He's irritated, but she accepts immediately. I walk off into the trees along the border of the property.

In earlier scenes, symbols of eyes and blue lotuses above the entrance to a cave, and drinking a polar bear's blood from a glass while wondering about parasites.

Notes: I really wanted to do the half year missions and sensei's dare so I'm glad I was able to do it. But I also dislike how I was worried I wouldn't be able to do them. Next time I'll remember to stay calm and to not feel rushed by tasks.

The sky was sort of cloudy and it seemed like the afternoon. I passed by a bus stop where people stood and headed towards a fast food restaurant. But as I was walking it felt like I was getting farther from my destination. Seeing a booth in the distance where people crowded around, I got the idea to ask a receptionist how to get to the place i wanted to go to. However, by the time I got there no one was around.

Afterwards I had a false awakening and appeared on a bed in what seemed like my new room. My eyes felt closed but I could still see the blanket that covered my head and the super bright light that shown from the window. I hesitated to move because I could feel someone holding onto my feet.I became lucid than thought about how it reminded me of OBE dreams and something where I read entities leach on people by grabbing their foot or something like that. Anyways...I didn't believe it was an entity so I just moved my feet around slowly. I could feel the grip it made as I moved my feet around but it didn't seem like a hostile dc so I got up and looked at what was holding my feet. It let go and walked to the side of the bed where I focused on its appearance.

It was just a tall slim man with a mustache who was apparently looking for me to tell me something. I was willing to listen but the dream felt like it was fading. Next thing I remember I was in a dim wooden room looking at a old black television thinking that I was playing Zelda with my brothers. But as I kept listening to the music I felt my awareness pushing through in the dream until I was lucid.I reminded myself that it was a dream after that and remembered that I was set on doing my mission and the dare Sensei gave me. But even though I was ready to do it I felt like I was going to be pressed for time.

"First thing to do. Summon Sensei"I told myself after walking out the room.What appeared was a guy with short black hair wearing purple armor with yellow badges on his chest. I don't think Sensei has black hair but I decided to just roll with it. "Follow me!" I said as I leaped out a window and flew above a brightly colored lake in what seemed like a fantasy rpg setting. The sky was clear of any dragons but I kept focusing on it waiting for the dragon to come. A red dragon with orange highlights formed just as I wanted.Anticipating the first hit I flew straight at it and hit it with my feet pushing it down. Sensei did the same thing afterwards and I followed with a punch.

The dragon flew in another direction but we flew at it again and tag teamed the dragon with punches and kicks. I wasn't up for using weapons for the tasks so I just fought like it was a brawl battle We ended up making the dragon vanish after hitting it many times but I still wasn't satisfied. Flying away from Sensei I contemplated going into outer space."Should I go?"I thought thinking about what if I ended up astral projecting. I shook that thought from my mind and looked around to see the dream was building walls around me. Jumping out and flying into the sky I decided to do the next boss mission alone since I would have to put more focus and had no time to waste.

I zoomed through the clouds until I saw myself leaving the earth. A burst of blue, white,orange, red and light colors mixed around me as I exited making it seem mystical. Reaching outer space though I went back to first perspective and flew towards a purple planet that glowed.However, I passed the planet and ended up close to a smaller purple planet. I couldn't enter the planet though so I waited for an opponent to show up. A small fireball creature bounced off the planet so I went straight at it with a kick and punches. To my surprise though Garnet showed up out of no where and ended up doing a combo on the creature too. I just watched as she finished it off than noticed a dc flying towards me. "What do you want?"I asked. The dc showed me a drawing where I was in chibi form and asked me why I would flirt with him but always end up leaving him without a kiss or anything else. I told him not to worry about it and looked back to Garnet but than I woke up.

What a ride. I forgot most because of how fucked up the ending was. My parents were on vacation, and I was keeping the house. The back of the house was in an alleyway, and our neighbour across the alley was a great dude. I kept talking to him, helping him with chores and stuff. On the last day of my parent's vacation I was really busy and extremely flustered. I burned my dinner, left food outside (??) and fucked up remembering to grab my keys that the neighbor left for me in his back garden. When he came out to find me, he saw how stressed I was. He said it was fine I fucked up, and suddenly I was in the water. We lived near a small island, and he'd taken me here to swim in the waves and unwind. Two cute girls were in the water ahead of me, and I started facetiming my parents to talk to them about my day. They felt bad and said that they would be home soon. Dad said I should take the family credit card and go buy myself an expensive dinner to relax. I said sure, and on the way home to get it, my mind dropped.

My mom was in her pajamas on the back porch, checking the hot tub water. She wasn't really doing anything, just staring at it. I talked and she didn't respond. I facetime mom. She picks up. This mother creature stares long and intently, curious, at my mother's face on the phone. My parents exclaim shock and interest, like they're seeing a deer. I am seeing a demon 3 feet away from me. I scream and teleport onto the plane with my parents. The cute girls from the beach are sitting with us, and I nap on one of their shoulders.

Morning of December 23, 2016. Friday.



I seem to be on Loomis Street, with my sister Marilyn still being alive though appearing as she was in the 1960s. However, her house’s layout is more like the Barolin Street house (in Australia), though the (Barolin Street) lounge room is a bedroom in my dream. In the last segment, the veranda implied to be at the front of her house is not familiar other than vaguely like the front porch of our present home.

There is a focus on beds (most obvious dream sign ever) and Marilyn is talking about a special purchase she made in buying beds at a local secondhand store. Her husband is also present but mostly remains in another room. Marilyn seems very happy and seems to think the beds are like a treasure or very valuable antiques.

I lie down to go to sleep on my “new” bed, but I am somewhat confused by its nature. It is actually only a set of elevated golden bed springs. Still, I am not nearly as uncomfortable in my dream as I would be in real life would this be the case. There is a period where I actually seem to be “asleep”, though there is still a level of awareness of my dream’s environment. I do find it somewhat odd that the beds are not complete but I consider that the rest may be delivered later.

At another point, I am looking out from the high (fictional) veranda, though it is more like an outer mezzanine combined with the porch of our present home. I also look through a west window and there is some confusion regarding the neighbors (unknown man, woman, and at least one child) looking out through their window at the same time and seeming annoyed that I am looking out the window (though I have no interest in what they might be doing). They close the curtains of their window.

There is soon an unknown male present (whom I have no association of being imposing in any way) who had found the neighbors’ act of closing their curtains as an amusing event. From the veranda, I watch a number of butterflies moving around, mostly downward. They (or at least some of them) seem oddly squarish (almost reminiscent of a postage stamp, as the wings of at least a couple of them seem perforated like a postage stamp) and almost as if they are made of orange paper. I get the impression that they may not even be alive, but there is ambiguity. Some of them must be alive or they would not be able to fly around. I watch one moving downwards, soon landing on an unrealistically located top of an implied apartment building roof (which would be an impossible perspective based on where I am) and consider that it had not been alive.

The unknown male seems to think they are all alive. I mention to him how they do not seem to be fluttering or moving their wings at all for the most part.

“They are oracular butterflies,” he says, which supposedly explains why they are not moving their wings even though some are flying back upwards at times. I do not understand the correct meaning of the word “oracular” and confuse it with it meaning something that is circular (even though the butterflies are squarish) though I also consider it might be the name of a species. I feel very peaceful and, although I find the scene puzzling, feel quite comfortable and continue to watch more and more of them move about above the street.

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• Most of the butterflies were pale orange although a few were white or cream-colored. Orange establishes medium waking priority (biologically) and is analogous to sunrise associations (the patterns of emergent daylight being linked to bands of emergent consciousness).
• Butterflies are a first-level flight symbol, which makes up at least twenty percent of all dreams I have had in the fifty years I have closely studied them. Return flight factors (including falling or rising), analogous to the consciousness shift of the waking experience, are often within or near liminal space (as here, rendered as the veranda).
• The personified preconscious most often is the most present in liminal space (as well as almost always being the last and most dominant character), which is here, the usual porch-like middle point between sleeping and waking. He tells me that the butterflies are “oracular” which is associated with dreams being potentially precognitive though was not confrontational here as is often the case.
• The butterflies being somewhat reminiscent of postage stamps relates to the communication between synthetic temporary dream self identity and emergent conscious self identity.

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