non-lucid

A yard, a shipyard or something, a sci-fi setting. We were fighting different kinds of robots and maybe some aliens. It had a Start Trek vibe to it. There was a shape shifter guy was gloating about having beaten us in some way. We didn't interact with him directly, but that was a scene with him just saying that he'd won. There was something negative going wrong. I'd done something wrong somehow and was driving around.

I was walking around a mall. I when to a restaurant. I eventually wen to a guitar store. I had a guitar and pieces kept falling off it an getting lost. A DC was losing parts of it. It was really frustrating. Then I was going for a walk through the place, it had a grocery store and a hospital. I was heading toward a bathroom, walking in a straight line, behind desks or over them. I was being a little bit rude I guess doing that. I sat down in a chair. Someone sat down next to me and we were talking. Then we were driving in a truck. It was snowy, and roads were dirt and mud. It was like an abandoned neighborhood with houses that were pretty far apart. They were falling apart, not longer a place anyone would live. But this was like a half a mile from the mall. I was getting dropped off and he showed me some space gun he had. Then I was looking at this glider thing attached to the back of the truck. It had a trim adjustment on the back, that was pushed all the way to one side. I somehow knew that it was the reason that the thing had not been flying straight.

That was the basis for the entire dream, and that will continue to be it, as I am now going to bed. It is 2 AM.

Luckily the rest of my dream was about a different universally hated leader, Napoleon. Simon and I were at the location of his death on the bettlefield. We watched him be slain, and I tended to his wounds for a moment before Galen took him over. This Galen was so much more realistic than most of my dream characters ever are. He had these beautiful rants and his handshake was calloused. At one point long after the battle we were sitting on chairs in the night, looking up at the stars. They were extremely beautiful, being a figment of my dream, and I think if I was still reality checking on views I could have gone lucid. The end of this dream was pretty great. I was on a dance floor with Simon and Galen, and I had time travelled us back to the 80s. Everyone was doing the robot and I started dancing all loose like drake. The 80s people stared at me in disgust, but I just kept leaning back further and further. It was extremely fun to do, and I got into a way impossible limbo and kept dancing like I gave no fucks. Then I went forward on my toes, annoucing "this must be impossible". And then my alarm went off. The immediate moment before a lucid dream no doubt was upon me.

I show up to my job interview. I looked at my phone to see the name of the person I would be interviewing with. I walked to the front desk and spoke with the lady about my interview, she stopped me and said that I was a shaman. I thought to myself wait what I am a shaman. then it hit me that this is what I want to do for the rest of my life is to help people. I felt a strong passion and enjoyment for finally found the career of my dreams. I stood outside of the building and watched a huge storm going on. my friend Roberta was there and I told him that you feel the spiritual energy of this building.

The dream scene was this giant beach with different rock cliffs on the outside. The left side was mostly rolling fields and the right was a big cliff. There are rock cliffs in the water and on the sand as well. I believe that I'm in some sort of summer camp like Rockbridge that I've been to in the past. There are cabins in the fields and kids are in there for free time. Kolby is there hanging out with some other people walking around. I remember thinking I didn't fit in with them. At some point, a younger girl and guy come up to me and say my name to me which startled me but we sort of laugh. Then they're on the beach with me doing whatever. Someone tells me that the boy is cute looking but a douche. There's this rope that I'm holding onto which is attached to the middle of the sky and swinging me around the entire map. I'm swinging and spinning around the beach and around the cliffs.
On the right is the cliffs made up of separate rocks. It must be 100 yards or more high. I'm climbing up with some friends and people are falling off. There's a group of older moms there for some competition at the top and they are telling me to leave but I'm trying to hold on. I'm afraid I'm going to fall off.
At some point I'm in a gas station that I think is a McDonald's. Two of my fraternity brothers are there and I ask them to make me a frappe but then I feel bad making them do that so I just say I'll get coffee somewhere else.
Another dream I'm in these hallways with a group of guys. The point is that there are girls trying to freak us out, like a haunted house. At the end of the dream there's a girl from my high school named Bridgette tickling me.
False awakening, my friend Mason is in my college bedroom. He asks me if I've told my dad about his recent grandfather's passing and I tell him that I don't talk to my dad much, to which he replies with something about being born by him which confuses me. I get into the shower and he's trying to mess with me.

Large community, lots of people. There are rumors about the end of the world. It doesn't bother me.

Statues of guardians or warriors all along the tall walls of the community.

I'm sitting in gravel, next to a road that leads to the canteen. Some old woman is talking about the apocalypse, eating ramen.

I run my fingers through the gravel and find out it is full of smooth metal objects - mostly large black keys.

There are also small copper horse and salamander statues.

I love the keys because they are so smooth and mysterious and I really want to keep one.

I'm not lucid at all and yet I'm thinking "I wish I could take this key and bring it with me to the waking life...."

....?

A Harry Potter themed dream where most of the gang had been locked up and thrown into a pit. Whoever had done so had employed Mad-Eye Moody as a guard. A pidgeon flew down into the pit and the gang started playing with it. This really set off Moddy for some reason and he began ordering the prisoners not to play with it, until he determined it was safe. Whilst he was distracted, some of the heroes who weren't locked up attacked him, knocking him unconscious. Just before he went, he muttered something about foreshadowing. Even in the dream, I found that a bit strange (I'm an observer, in this one.) The crew clamboured out of the pit and started running down a hallway, where thay, for some reason, turned into the main characters from Futurama. Also with them was another decapodian who didn't seem to like Zoidberg all that much (but then who does?). When they reached the end, Leela made mention of a narrator who had apparently just died. Never heard him actually narate.

A brief snippet of me in alleyway with the sixth doctor at one end and one of the other incarnations at the other. There was also a long narrative involving the twelth doctor and Clara, but I can't rember anything about that other than it happened and it may have also bought a few of my old friends from high school.

I was a researcher in the SCP Foundation, and was working alongside a senior researcher. He was terse and did not seem like much for conversation as we worked, but slowly he started talking to me about something that had been agitating since and driving him insane and his thought that an SCP had breached containment, and everyone but him forgot. I put forth a suggestion that he might just be growing paranoid from work stress. In which he replied "Oh.... that's a possibility. I shouldn't have called in the secret nuke strike then."

Cue us all getting in a car to evacuate the city as a nuke is on the way to destroy the site and the nearby areas. I switched to a child again and the researchers became my elementary boarding school friends. We arrived at the shelter which just looked like a very posh summer resort, with a courtyard in the middle. Me and a few got inside but everyone else was vaporized as the nuke hit, so we quickly shut the door. The shelter went into full lockdown and covered all the openings in the house.

Later, as the dust cloud wore off, it started raining acid rain. The shelter reopened again. I asked the supervisor whether it was safe to open the shelter to the elements, and she told me that the radiation will not penetrate the general idea of the shelter, although the acid rain will.

Afternoon nap.

I'm in a narrow room, looking towards the open door. Second wing of the door has glass in it and is closed. Through that glass I see a guy crab-walk towards the door, aiming a rifle at the door.

He comes in, aiming the rifle at me now. I say that I hope wh would not shoot an unarmed person. He says to his shoulder mounted radio "did you get him"? I know he is talking about my cat and that they got him. I walk up to him and said "If you as much as touch him, I will kill you." I started to wake up, but I still had time to play a scenario where I stepped to him, yanked the rifle from him and rifle butted him in a chin with an uppercut. There.

It was a warm summer day. With younger sister we were in some beautiful coastal city. Then suddenly we were in our house with with rest of family, we were sitting on a sofa in kitchen and talking about something. Suddenly we've heard sirens and everyone started to panic. Soldiers quickly approached our house and started a shootout. Planes were dropping bombs on my house and it's surroundings. Avoiding bullets, bombs and explosions I've ran into a doghouse, picking up some old pistol from second world war era. With dog we were sitting quietly. The dog looked at me and I saw that he somewhat smiled to me. I heard someone coming closer and pointed my gun, awaiting.

Bed @ 2315
Woke @ 0120

Assault preparations
I'm watching preparations for a major assault. At times, it seems to be for a war game, while at others, it's for real.

Some soldiers are speaking to a native. He's small, emaciated, and painted to make him look like a skeleton. Between the paint and emaciation, he pulls off the skeleton look pretty accurately. He's telling the soldiers about the dangers of the next island, and especially of the natives who live there. They're much smaller, look like young children, and are incredibly dangerous. The soldiers will need to deal with them quickly or suffer a lot of casualties themselves.

I'm watching at base as some higher-ups are making their plans. They've had to wait a few more days to takes the islands than they'd planned on, but everything looks like it should line up for tomorrow, so they're preparing the offensive.


BTB @ 0145
Woke @ 0600

Impossible phone number
I'm out west, driving by myself, when a green car speeds by me. I give chase, not wanting to lose him, and call 911. I explain that I'm on such and such a road, following a dangerous car. I don't have authority to do it, so I expect I'll be getting a ticket, but I still feel that I'm doing my duty. Two police cars show up; one stays with me while the other chases after the green car (which is still somehow going very fast despite near-rush-hour conditions). I talk to the police officer for a minute, give him my name and number, and move on. It's all very cordial.

Now I'm home, sitting at my computer. I've gotten a message from another officer, and I'm trying to call him back; but there's both a 10 and an 11 in his phone number, and I can't figure out how to dial it. I try couple of things, including dialing only a 1 instead of the 10 or the 11, as well as trying to dial the whole 12-digit-long number, but neither one connects. I ask someone sitting nearby if he's ever heard of having a ten in a phone number, and he hasn't.

Now I'm somewhere else. I realize I still haven't gotten back with the police officer and that I'll probably get into trouble if it takes me much longer. I resolve to deal with it first thing when I get home. Now I'm going back to my car. A fire truck pulls into the parking lot, and I wonder if it's somehow related to me and my troubles. A heavyset fireman gets out and starts walking toward whatever I just came out of; nope, not here for me. Now I'm home again. I manage to call the first officer and leave a message explaining who I am and what's going on with the second officer.


Finding a car stereo
I'm driving, following Waze to get to a store which sells car stereo equipment. I'm almost there; but then I look at the map and see that it says that it'll be about another hour, and that the map is telling me to go back home the way I came. I don't understand what's going on. I look at it again and it's got an even longer estimate. I decide to ignore it for now and drive around where I am in hopes that I'll see a store that sells what I need. At first, I don't see anything except abandoned buildings; but eventually I run across a store that sells refurbished car parts. It doesn't say anything about audio, but I'm hopeful.

Now I'm inside, browsing. I'm getting discouraged since there's nothing here about audio at all. A woman approaches and asks if I need help and I explain what I'm looking for. Now we're looking at something she's pulled off a shelf, which turns out to be a car radio. It's very oddly shaped - kind of triangular. Unfortunately, it doesn't have a CD player built in. I explain I'm looking for one with a CD player as well as bluetooth. I keep looking around and find small packets of what claim to be speaker drivers for about a dollar each; I wonder if I can use these to fix the staticy speakers in my car.


Mannequin gel
I'm looking at two female mannequins which are standing in a giant block of a weird gel: if it gets disturbed, waves of green move out from the disturbance point. I switch my consciousness into one of the mannequins and move just slightly; then I switch into the other one and turn its head way to the left. I try to switch back to my own body but just end up in the first mannequin again. After flipping back and forth a few more times, moving each body a little more, I'm back in my body; unfortunately, I've managed to move both mannequins so much that the subtle / careful patterns I'd hoped to create are obliterated and the whole thing is a mess of green everywhere.


Industrial exploration
I'm with other people walking through a dark, abandoned industrial setting. We hear what sound like indistinct voices. A couple of my companions go off hunting and come back saying they found some people down in a hole/room that was blocked off by a piece of equipment. The people who were rescued seem to be a bit out of it but are generally OK. A tunnel/huge pipe goes off to my right, but I think it was used for some kind of waste product and I don't want to go into it.


Fragment: Something about weird goos and pipes, and a guy whose female doppelganger tells him how much better it is to be a girl.

This was 2 days ago.

I'm walking on a street doing something, and orange kitten starts to form on the ground. I look at it and say "I thought we said no more cats in my dreams".

Haha, this is amazing! I did decide that I don't want cats in my dreams a while ago, because I always feel sorry for them or I'm worried that they get lost or hurt or hungry or something. I really don't like those dreams.

So for my decision to come out like this in my non lucid is just amazing. Makes me believe that intent indeed is extremely powerful tool and all we have to do is use it and know that it works.

Thank you, pardner : ) Please come again!

06-Nov-2016 - 2 ND + 2 LD - Various, not much interesting stuff

ND#1 - I need a password to animate some small robots
ND#2 - A girl in a bathtub is texting her female friend some light insults through her smartphone (inspired by an installation seen yesterday at AIoC)

LD#1 - Fly out of Phyllis tower (WILD)

I am at SkyDeck, the glass below me opens, and I fall down. I try picturing this like it is not a dream, try feeling what would be like happening for real. While falling I wonder if this could be a dream and just start flying far away from the tower, above Chicago.

LD#2 - The crawling girl (WILD)

I am at the first room I visited at AIoC. The glass door opens and I see a face close to the floor, it's a mildly ugly girl with short black hair. She crawls in using her thing arms. I also see her body is snake-like, twisted and contorted. I cannot give a follow-up to this dream.

04-Nov-2016 - 1 ND - Travel with colleagues on the windy shuttle bus + WILD - The dragon and the turtle

ND - Travel with colleagues on the windy shuttle bus
I am traveling with some colleagues on a shuttle bus, I am sitting at the last row. There is a small table in the middle and on top a sort of notepad with plastic-wrapped pages. On the opposite side there is J, a M colleague. It's windy outside, and wind partially enters the bus, lifting the pages. I pick up the notepad and store it somewhere.
We are talking about how gliders fare with this strong wind, and I make a gesture with my hands imitating the path of a glider hit by a sudden burst of wind, quickly raising my hand up on a vertical path.

The bus takes a uphill left turn, then a round right one. On the outer side, we notice two people climbed on a high metallic ladder, working on an electric line wire; one more worker adjusts the ladder with the people on it (!!) - all of them share the same black outfit.
We comment on how dangerous that move was.

The bus reaches a parking beyond a gate, I see DA, a F colleague, with an amazing six-pack (!!)

LD - The dragon and the turtle
WILD 5:30AM, ~30min
I start on a passage connecting two black skyscrapers at a high level, walking on top of it. I feel myself transforming into a dragon, and I start flying on the landscape. I am looking for a small village to perform dv-TotY.

I find one, between a meandering river and a forest. First I descend and breathe fire on a windmill, which goes up in flames. Then I spit a fireball to a person walking alone nearby. Then I see some small houses with thatch; I breathe fire on two of them, and they go up in flames too.

Then I question what I am doing, I don't like at all the feeling I am getting from this. I feel a strong wave of regret and I want to repair it.

I perceive myself becoming a blue dragon, and start spitting water on the poor people and houses. The flames are extinguished, but all I get are black charred remains. That's not enough.

I change again, and become a white dragon with long fur (akin to Neverending story dragon); I also perceive some kind of yellow-ish star-shaped aura around me - hard to express it. Anyway, I know I can now resurrect people.

However, the village is not in sight anymore.
I fly over the land, looking for it, but only see more trees and strange store-like apparitions. I feel myself as having human form again.

I find a large tree covering my field of view. Its leaves are bright green, small and pointy. I decide behind it there is going to be the village.

It does not happen. I find the ocean instead. It has a dark-blue/gray color, it's not calm but not too rough either.

I see three very small people - tall like 8cm - floating on its surface. It's a man, a young one (girl?boy?) and a woman. They seem unconscious. I pick up the woman in my left hand and look at her in my palm.
She's got long blonde hair, dark trousers and a white shirt.
I gently close my hand around her.

I look down, and see a fairly large, levigated stone. I climb on it with both my bare feet.
The stone animates and become a turtle; its shell dark and shiny like the wet rock it was before; I can clearly see its head and legs; I perceive it like an old and wise entity.
The turtle turn to its back, pointing towards the open sea.

It moves slowly, but I fear the wave would tilt me off its shell, but when the first ones come, I hardly notice their impact on me; I am firmly attached to it, it seems.
After a couple of waves, I open my hand to look at the woman, she's still there, unconscious.

We hit more waves, I see the white crests, the rise and drops of the sea, it's all very vivid.
Then I notice some form in a rising wave; I look better, it's a human face, which I ultimately recognize as my own !
I am seeing the reflection of my face in the waves, in an impossible way, only marginally affected by the wave shape, it's difficult to put in words. I do a sort of grin, to see the result in the reflection, and I can see my teeth look kinda strange.

I now focus my gaze somewhere else on the waves, and recognize more facial features, an eye here, a pointy-teethed mouth there; they are not connected, somewhat creepy, but I am not scared.
I have an ominous feeling here, like i am witnessing something incredible, linked to divine. Again, very hard describing it.

Finally the turtle reaches a landing point. It's a small pier, leading to a gently rising stairway; on both sides, high green hedges with some bouganvillea. I perceive this place like some mythical land inhabited by ancient gods.

The woman is not in my hand anymore. I walk a bit more in this town, which now seem more like a normal place to me.
Unfortunately dream recall fades here.

Bed @ 2210
Woke @ 0425

The crown prince and the traitor
I'm watching a story unfolding? The crown prince and his close friend have just been in a battle with the traitor's men. He's railing against them, angry that three of his own men were killed by the prince's friend. Despite their valor, the prince and his friend have been badly wounded, and they're under the power of the traitor.

Now some time has passed. A puppet prince has been established in the city and both the crown prince and his friend have finally woken from their ordeals. I see them trudging up a hill, looking around at what's become of their land. They're going to meet with the puppet prince, a one-time friend who they now believe to have betrayed them. Now they're with him in his office - a large, modern room with a huge wooden desk. Despite their mistrust, he makes it clear that he still believes in the prince and not in the traitor and begs their help in overthrowing the traitor's government and establishing themselves as the rightful rulers. Now I'm the prince's friend and begin to question the puppet; eventually, I judge that he's sincere. I'm so overcome with emotion that my nose fills and I can't breathe. I try to breathe through my mouth, but I can't. I try to calm myself, trying to breath through both my nose and my mouth, telling myself I'll be OK, and hoping that I don't have to suffer the indignity of passing out in front of the two princes; but even if I do, I trust that my unconscious body will relax enough to breathe. I continue my efforts, starting to feel a bit of panic, until I finally wake up (for real) with a completely stuffed nose.


Fragments
I'm reading over an email from Jeff saying that he's fed up with how badly Windows works and asking if anyone can help him get started with Linux.

Something about a boat and the water.


BTB @ 0445 /w MILD
Woke @ 0710