non-lucid

I wake up at 3:55 a.m and read for 5 minutes, and attempt to WILD. At 4:30 a.m. I give up and go to sleep normally. I get to sleep eventually.

After what felt like a day of non-lucidity, I become lucid. I am in my home, and I attempt to set on fire, (TOTM basic ii). I fail. I attempt to find a fire-lighter behind a book. Instead there are just bizarre badges and a heavy battery. I see T and ask what he represents. T says 'geography'.
I wake up at 4:47.
I go back to sleep, and have confusing dreams about L.

Amazing that dream lasted at most 15 minutes!

Bed @ 2225*
Woke @ 2330 /w nothing.*
Woke @ 0200 /w nothing.*
Woke @ 0345 - unknown reason

Remote pairing
I'm in "my room" talking with my team lead on the phone, using my Bluetooth headset. My phone shows me a notification that something's crashed, but I assume it's some background process since everything seems to be working OK. My lead is doing most of the talking, and I'm generally making "Uh-huh" noises. It's only when I actually try to add something that I realize he can't hear me. I start fiddling with the phone, trying to get 'unmuted.' Eventually, he asks me a direct question, and after trying again with the headset I disconnect it and hold up the phone to my ear. This time he can hear me and I explain what happened with the headset before getting back to the conversation at hand. He wants to spend most of tomorrow pairing with me on our project, some kind of radio hardware, and we're planning out what we want to accomplish.

Now I'm walking away from my building, crossing shopping center parking lots. I need to get some distance from my office to test something out. I'm concerned that radio signals are just too finicky, and that all the stuff around here will create all sorts of 'hot spots' and 'cold spots' and we just won't be able to make sense of our results unless we get much better testing hardware. At a minimum, we're going to need a proper signal strength meter, but we're also going to need ... something else (I forget in-dream). Now I'm still moving away from my building, but I'm somehow in a sitting position, sliding backwards over the ground, frictionless, though it's a very bumpy ride and I have to watch out for hedges lining the driveways.

Now I'm walking again, approaching the intersection of a couple of busy roads. A utility truck is pulled up onto the grass, and the utility guy is walking around. I can hear rock music blaring even though I'm still a ways away from him. This is my general destination - my lead wants me to test from here, though I don't think it'll work, since I no longer have line-of-sight to my building.

Now I'm standing on the steps of what seems to be a condemned tenement building. The whole thing is painted brick red, though the paint is peeling. There's another similar structure across the street, though it's actually made of brick. My lead is with me, and I point over, saying that we may be able to 'spike' the building across the street near its top with a radio repeater if we can figure out who to ask for permission. As I descend the steps, I look around, wondering if anyone still lives here despite the terrible condition of the building. The board I try to use as a railing turns out not to be connected to anything and I jump, not expecting it to pull away in my hand. I put it back down, then descend the steps even more carefully.I walk along a grassy area until I can finally look back to see the College of Computing, which is at the end of a shopping center strip. It's got a drive-around that I didn't remember being there.

Now I've walked back and gone inside, and I'm in the waiting room of a doctor's office, standing in line to pay. To my left, a frosted glass window opens and the receptionist spays me with water as if from a shower head. I yelp, dashing around, trying to get out of the stream, and she laughs uproariously. I'm not pleased, but I like the people here and I can't feel too annoyed at them. Back in line, I look around carefully, and no more ambushes seem to be forthcoming. The guy in front of me turns and hands me a wallet he thinks I dropped - it certainly looks like mine. I open it and find it's full of British pounds, not dollars, and I tell him it's not mine. Hearing "pounds," another man turns, sees the wallet, and exclaims that it's his. He gives me a hand-written note and some American bills he's been carrying, explaining that he wanted to give a reward to whoever gave found and returned his wallet. His English is good if rather accented - German, maybe. I'm not sure what to do - I wouldn't mind a few extra spending dollars, but I don't want to take advantage of him either. I make a very small effort to return the money, but he rebuffs me, and I don't press it. I'm having trouble counting the bills - at first, I think it's a five and a one, but each time I look at it it's different. At one point, I think it's a twenty, a ten, and a five. Eventually, I remember the note and look at it. It's scrawled in nearly unintelligible handwriting, a thank you for finding his wallet. Along the left side is his own recipe for something. I don't try to interpret the note or the recipe since the handwriting is so bad, but I do keep it for later study.

Now I'm talking to one of the doctors. He's amused, smirking, reminding me of the reason I trust him, that he doesn't take any of my personal information; but then he runs through all the various agencies, groups, and regulations they have to deal with which completely destroy any semblance of privacy I may have had.

BTB @ 0410; can't sleep until 0610
Woke @ 0715

Delta lucid?
I'm looking at a gray-on-gray "field," and I know I'm asleep. I'm aware of the feeling of my right hand. I manage to form an image of a hand and open and close it without affecting my physical hand.

Searching for sky; flight!
I'm in a rather plain room with a family I feel I know, a man and couple of teenage kids. I'm working with some food laid out on the lid of a large Rubbermaid tub. I take a small piece of fish steak out of a square Glasslock container where it's been sitting on wax paper and marinating in something dark. Someone asks me if I know how to handle fish and I answer yes.

I remember that I'm dreaming and reach out to feel the edge of the lid, its plasticy sharpness. The people are gone. I stay calm, moving slowly, breathing deeply, fixing the knowledge that this is a dream in my mind (I forget to rub my hands). I feel the top of the lid, then the wall near me, then start to head outside. I need to get outdoors so I can fly. I move very slowly, as if quick movement will shatter the dream or make me forget (I need to work on that ...)I walk through the doorway and find myself in something like a small enclosed garden - grass on the ground, other growing stuff around, 4 walls, and something overhead. I walk through another doorway and find myself in another small room, then in another enclosed outdoor space. I see a screen door (it's green all over) and launch myself through it, but I just find myself in another enclosed space. I start to get concerned - what if I can't find a way out? I calm myself and don't let myself get sucked into it. I reflect that I'm not yet very good at dream control, so I don't trust myself to bust through a wall, but I can still use simpler, more reliable methods. I stop, telling myself that there will be a doorway around the next corner, picturing it in my mind, picturing the sunlight shining through it. I turn the corner and find myself in a garden with a fence. There's still something overhead, but there's a gap between the covering and the fence, and sunlight is streaming through the gap. I'm so relieved, I feel a huge weight lifted from myself.

I launch myself up through the gap, and I'm out, hovering in the air about ten feet up. I'm so happy, but I keep control of myself. Buildings are on either side of me, and a kind of wide alley stretches out before me; but I can still see the blue sky above. I pause for a moment - I've never gotten beyond this stage, so now what? I focus on feeling confident, go into what feels like a natural flying pose - right arm forward, left arm cocked backwards - and start moving upwards and forwards, out beyond the buildings. I remember that part of my goal is to really feel the sensation of flying, of wind in my face, of speed and height, but I get nothing. I'm out in the open now, with nothing around me. To my left, I see a woman flying in, holding an umbrella. I wake, feeling amazing and slightly emotional.

Fragment: I'm holding my mini-massager, trying to use it; but the battery is so low that it can barely vibrate.

Points: 36

I’m outside on a cold winter’s day with a couple of friends. We’re on a street corner with heavy traffic. I see a cute woman with bad teeth who is dressed like a hooker. I decide to trip her and then catch her as a form of flirtation. Whatever I said after that worked, because she agreed to go out to eat with me and my friends. We leave the restaurant and my date says goodbye. We enter into a car and drive toward home. My friend drives us to my other friend’s house, where I get out of the car and travel inside. There, I am telling my friend Syd about women being just as sexually charged as men, but that men are simply more explicit about it. We travel to her bedroom, and she tells me that she once snorted cocaine.

The next sequence is rather odd. I am outside in my old backyard, and it is soon nighttime. I choose a spot on the grass to lie down. There are a couple of speakers lying there on the grass, and I listen to music as a fall asleep. I wake up, and gather up all my clothes and travel somewhere else. I find myself playing a keyboard outside in the street by a house at night. There is a hat of some kind on my head, and eventually I put a traffic cone or megaphone or something on my head. I probably look ridiculous. Old friends pass me by. I think my dad comes out to walk the dog. I’m then inside a bathroom playing a keyboard on the sink. This bathroom is connected to my friend’s bedroom, and I’m unaware of this at first, but she soon comes in, and I know I need to leave.

I’m in my friend’s car again, this time with my sister. She opts to have him drop us off at 7/11 to study. We soon find ourselves at my old high school. She gets in a car with other friends and leaves. I’m walking around in a careless manner, as I run into my mother as well as an old friend. I warmly greet her and tell her that I love her hair. That’s all I can really remember.

I was swimming a boat over antarctic sea. There was a huge iceberg in front of me, huge as a mountain. I swam closer and left my boat, then slowly started climbing up the ice. Then I reached the top and saw a harpy with an axe.

...

The interesting thing about this dream is that I watch the whole thing from an outside perspective. The dream is about a policeman on the run from other because he helps break an innocent woman out of jail. Inside of the jail there is a ton of money and the policeman calls the governement to ask if it is okay to break out of jail. When the government says no, the two break out anyway and attempt to drive away in a black SUV. Inside the SUV there is a police radio that alerts them to the fact that the police are looking for them. All of a sudden a cop car is behind the SUV casually following. They decide to park the SUV and get out walking casually away but are then noticed by some other policemen and taken into custody.

I don't want to add this to my count but its worth putting in my DJ. I woke up a lot this morning so I attempted to DEILD. I ended up having an In-dream-WILD attempt, but the dream version of my wife kept turning on lights and being noisy. At one point I do a nose plug but get fooled by a FA. We have two baby girls. One like a year or so old than the newborn. One I know is named Amelia and I chuckle that we have a cat by that name. The other I don't know and I feel horrible for not knowing my daughters name. I finally realize that this might be a dream, but for some reason I do another in-dream-WILD (escaping a nightmare?). I get some vibrations and spend some time in the void but my memory fades away here.

Bed 9:45 - 3:40am

Took a 2hr nap or so in the afternoon.

3 cool dreams.

DR 1:
I'am in a big house. Large floor plan, lots of windows, carpets. Nobody lives there now, we are hiding there. I'm looking into the next room that sits lower than where I am, at huge amount of boxes with supplies and I wish there was some beer. I look closer, and of course, lots of boxes with beer. Someobody calls me over to taste some of it. It's expensive and rare, so we sip it from whiskey glasses.

Now I am outside, in a new neighborhood. I tell the cabbie to turn by the Walmart. As I look at the distant hills, someone yelles out "they are coming". The alien worms are invading. I see a cloud that resembles the poison gas cloud in Hunger Games. I don't see any worms but I'm not gonna wait and find out. They are coming to kill us.

I start walking by a tunnel, trying to remember how to get back. I need to find a guy in a hospital. After long thinking, I figure out his name is Dr.Green. He is suppose to be a partner of character named Vic from a video game GTA. I'm looking closely at people passing by. I see them in great details, their faces, clothes. But since I don't know this guy, I am asking them "are you Dr. Green?". When danger comes closer, I follow few people that enter their living spaces after punching in the code in a keypad. I walk in and apologise for the intrusion. They tell me not to worry and just stay safe there.

DR 2:

I'm somewhere outside near some major road. There is a turn to the left and road turns into wooden lanes, almost like at the bowling alley. The lanes are separated by walls. Signs above the lanes say which place it leads from and where it's going. They are bicycle lanes. One sign says "from china to rest of the world". I'm joiking with someone when I say, "haha, I wanna see someone in China to go visit their gramma in Korea on a bike".

I get on one of the lanes and ride a bike.

DR 3:

I'm in an artificial lake with concrete sides. It's rather small, maybe a size of 2 rooms. Someone else is there with me. I look in the water and we are standing on a small boat that sunk. I realize we are in the lake at Universal Studios. I look up at the huge board which is right above me to confirm location. Someone from the shore tells the guy he is not swimming right, he should be more in the water. I look in the water and see the dark shadow of the boat and how dirty the water is with debris. The actor next to me puts his face in the water. I push off and start swiming to the side. A fin swims by me and that confirms I'm at the studios. It's an animatronic shark from Jaws, programmed to swim in circles on the edge of the pool.

I'm with my first ex girlfriend. In this dream we're a couple. Yesterday we buried her father. I think we just woke up quite recently. The place where we are looks similar to my kos [Indonesian dorm]. Both of her brothers have already left. I assume her mom to be around somewhere, but she doesn't appear in the dream. I think to myself that if one of her parents passed away, it might be for the best that it's her dad, considering that her mom's the stronger one in a mental sense.

Still with my ex girlfriend. We're watching a video by actually being there. It's some kid's first birthday. He's gonna kick a football, trying to score. I make a bet with my 'girlfriend' that the kid will miss. If he scores, I'll break up with her. I quickly regret my words and become nerves. The kid kicks the ball and it bounces off the left post. Pfieuw. Next, it bounces left and right for a crazy long time, before coming to a stop. This kid is the son of a famous football player, though I can't remember who.

I'm sitting on a bench in a garden with my 'girlfriend'. I stand up and walk around a bit. I throw my wallet down next to her, some money sticking out a little bit. She pretends to be greedy for my wallet and I tell her to go ahead. All that's in there is IDR. There's not a single euro. In my room I've got some MYR. I literally don't have any euro anywhere. In my mind, the room I have is in Indonesia and I'm in the Netherlands right now. Waste of money? I should do something about this situation. I tell her that I will likely work in Melbourne. She becomes jealous, because that's what she has been thinking about as well. I've just started telling her about the crazy pay, when the dream ends.

...

I am escaping by breaking through the top of a mountain from the inside, I see it shatter and fall away, its dark hollow in strak contrast to the snow covered top.

My daughter is in hiding and is being smuggled to a safe house, in the war. Unfortunately they believe we are unsafe and don't let her go there. The authorities are still onto us and she hides in a temporary place it is on a boat. Is like the "sound of music" and her boyfriend risks the chance of being caught. Taking her from the boat and across the mountains to safety.

I awoke feeling calm.

Bed @ 2310
Woke @ 0145

Real FPS
I'm inside an FPS (somehow I know it's System Shock). I'm near the elevator, and I've already cleared the whole level. Before taking the elevator, I decide to run around this area using a tool which makes the white walls darker whereever my aiming reticle is pointed. Once I've made most of the walls pretty dark, so that they match <something>, I head to the elevator and go to level 3, skipping over level 2.

Now I'm wandering around on level 3. I'm holding down a different button that's somehow leaving a blue trail on the ground behind me so I can figure out where I've already been. I realize that I can't make any progress here - everywhere I try to go is somehow gated, and I know I'm being pushed back towards level 2 in order to get what I need to get past the gates.

Now I'm in the elevator lobby fighting some humanoid enemies. I manage to shoot a couple and then start summoning some kind of power - fire, maybe? Two of the remaining enemies come at me together. I focus my attention on one, attempting to use my power on him, but nothing seems to be happening. The other one manages to grab me and starts to concentrate. Somehow I know he's summoning his own power to use Sickness on me. I panic, knowing that any moment now he'll finish and I'll feel sick, and I don't know how to cure magical sickness. I try to get him off, but I can't. The veins in his throat turn green, and I know he's finished; but I don't feel any different. I wonder what went wrong, but I'm thankful for it.

WBTB, mantras, visualization. BTB shortly after 0200.
Woke @ 640

Quitting smoking
I'm in a guest bedroom somewhere. I see that I have two different lighters and try them both out. One has a nice big flame, while the other has a tiny flame that just barely comes out. I hold the tiny one up to my lips and feel a slick hardness, almost as if it's chapstick. I have the sudden realization that I'm going to have to stop smoking those tiny cigarrette-shaped cigars someone recommended to me since my insurance forbids any tobacco use at all. (I don't and have never smoked, so I have absolutely no idea where this came from ...)

Careful reading
I'm looking at a small 2-row bookshelf. I turn to talk to someone about one of the books I saw and that I've read in the past, and he tells me that I can't really appreciate the book unless I read it much more carefully than I did. I consider telling him that I actually listened to it, but he'd probably be even less pleased, so I don't say anything.

Hunter and hunted
I'm watching a small group of people trying to escape from someone who's trying to hunt them. They're in an area with huge mounds of dirt, using them as cover. Eventually, they find themselves in a small dead-end canyon. They try to figure out what to do - maybe climb the walls? - before their hunter reaches them.

Bathroom drop
I'm in a white tile bathroom fiddling with a hatch on the floor. I'm wearing an experimental bathrobe/parachute combination, and I'm about to open the hatch and drop through, then use the suit to land safely. Part of the test will also be grabbing another guy mid-air and safely landing both of us. I'm a bit worried about the hatch - I don't want someone to come into the bathroom carelessly and fall to his death. I don't think there's any way I can jump while keeping it closed, but maybe I can lock the door, or maybe I can put up some kind of barrier around it ...

Fragment: Something about a breaker box with only three breakers: two on the left, one on the right. The one on the right is currently off, and I turn it back on with a solid snap.

Points: 7.5

12/08/2016
"New World Disorder"

Tony, BR, MR and I decided to infiltrate a Neo-Nazi rally.

We were being led down into what seemed like an underground garage, surrounded by Neo-Nazis. Most were stereotypical - white, with shaved heads - but there were a few minorities speckled throughout the crowd as well. En route to the meeting area, we passed through several rooms that looked as if they were ripped out of the "generic haunted house" handbook; various torture chambers - both physical and psychological - with a number of digital monitors showing compilations of gruesome acts of violence that were, undoubtedly, being performed on the people being held captive within this place.

We were herded into a main room and shuffled our way toward the back of the gathering of maybe a little over 100 people, trying as best we could to blend in as sympathetic to their cause, in order to observe their actions and rhetoric. One man spoke from the podium and, though I can't really remember much of what he said, it was all too constantly met with cheers and chanting from the mob.

Before long, the rallying cries began to take on a tone of suspicion and accusation, waves of negativity progressing through the crowd and making their way back toward us. The group was becoming more and more alarmed that there were traitors or 'outsiders' among them. It didn't take long before we were confronted and discovered to be...disloyal. A long chase inevitably ensued, and we were soon sprinting through the halls of this expansive facility, which was gradually morphing from a dank, dilapidated, present-day industrial setting and into a sanitized, futuristic and seemingly state-funded Base of Operations with grayed-out metal and stone interiors that looked pretty-distinctly Sci-Fi. Armed sentries pursued us while we dodged and darted within the halls, at one point coming to an annex and staring down the barrel of a massive cannon that they had instantly erected in our path before we changed directions and ran down an other hallway before the group of henchmen manning the unnecessarily-large weapon could get a single shot off.

Having split from my group while running, I was being tailed by a small squad of Nazis (now in even more militaristic attire), when I turned a corner of an apartment-style hallway, ducking into the first open door that I saw and closing the door behind me. Inside, I ran into a young woman who was quite startled by my having barged into her room. Frantically, I whispered a plea for her help and gave her a brief rundown of what had happened. Apparently, she was one of many people being held by these fascists against her will, so she was willing to aid me by shoving her into her closet. The patrol kept on searching, so I had to remain in this cramped space for most of the day. The girl ended up taking a nap on the bed across the room, and there eventually came a knock at the door. The guards were doubling back and checking the rooms, individually.

The girl didn't hear the first few knocks, or the demands for the door to be opened. Fearing they were going to burst in and search the place, I picked up a shoe from the closet floor and chucked it across the tiny apartment, hitting her with it and waking her up just in time for her to respond to the guards. She tried to get them to leave her be, but they insisted upon coming in, just before I was able to fully shut the closet door - which the girl noticed. She tried to keep their attention from the closet but, from the darkness, I could see that they were starting to glance over toward my hiding place in suspicion. When they did, the girl raised a huge stink about how they were immoral thugs, disrespecting her privacy. She was even able to call in another female friend to back her up. The friend came in, immediately chastising the guards for being so cruel as the pair whipped up some crocodile tears and began to console each other for this apparently sexist infraction. The newcomer seemed to know all about the rouse, and was playing along perfectly.

It worked. The guards, not wanting to get too caught up in this seemingly-overwhelming display of female emotion, ended up leaving the room without fully searching the place. The two strangers had saved me, and when I was sure the patrol was gone, I set back out to find my friends.

I remember one last fragment about being on the outside architecture of the base, maybe a few hundred feet above ground and cornered by the patrol, yet again. I don't recall how the whole thing ended, though.

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(Possible inspirations: a topic recently came up, where some friends and I were reminiscing on a time when we created fake accounts for Stormfront.com, which is a "White Nationalist/Supremacist" website, and did a hilarious trolling raid on them, some 10 years or so ago. Obviously, with everything that has been going on in American politics, as of late, the subject matter has been on my mind.)

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Dream 1
There's a spider on the wall that nearly bit my friend but we managed to squash it.
I buy a 23 million dollar boat and I knew my dad would get annoyed once he found out as it was all my money and I just wasted it. I decide to go hang out with my friend Lajja and turn up at hers, I end out checking out snapchat as I wander around looking for her. On her feed it's kind of sexual and I'm really surprised by it. I meet her bf and her friend, apparently she'd gone to pick me up so we waited for her to get back. I find that I don't really like her bf, there's a lot of doucheyness about him. Two more guys show up that are the wild ones which bring drugs and stuff, we then all go to a party that Lajja is having. She gets flirty with me and we all a bit of a joke and her bf can't really join in.

Dream 2
I come out of a building on top of a hill, it's night out with the stars shining above. The building looks like an alien building that's round like the generic 'flying saucer'. I look out over a forest that surrounds the hill I'm on, the trees look beautiful as they wave in the night breeze. I look at my hands and become lucid, triggered by the beautiful and realistic scene of the trees in the night..but after 10 seconds I wake up.

It's been a while since I've dream journalled anything - life happens sometimes. I've got 2 dreams in the back log which I'll write up after this dream which I had last night.

Dream
I was in a building, possibly a generic wide open-spaced mall with a blue colour the walls. Me and my ex girlfriend were hanging out here and something happened.. I really can't remember what, as I just remember running through hallways that angled off and winded around. I saw a horseman running past me at some point. I came upon another ex girlfriend but didn't talk to her, it felt like she was looking up at something she was trying to read, like a billboard. I then saw my other ex, the one I was with before. She ran past, I think we interacted a bit and I directed her to safety? The story isn't too important here it seems . I came across my mum right after this and she too was looking up and reading, though I know it was a digital board reading the arrival/departure times of planes since we seemed to be in an airport hallway.

I then made to go across a bridge in the building, leading to another room.. Only when I got there I looked outside to see something so beautiful that it shocked me into lucidity.. Before me was the sky, an incredible colour of blue with orange tinging the horizon. I realized I was on a small boat that was flying through the air, though I was confused as to how this was possible after just leaving a building. I tried to fly out into the openness but I really struggled, I could only fly within the boundaries of the boat, like a bird unable to leave its cage. My struggle to fly made me wake up and I forced myself to remember it.