non-lucid

Beard trimming mishap
I'm in my bathroom shaving. I look into the mirror and realize that, instead of using my normal beard trimmer attachment, I've been using something much shorter. I've already been running it through the beard under my chin, and the parts I've trimmed are way too short. I'm not sure what to do. At first, I consider running this piece (I don't even recognize it) through the rest of my beard to give it a uniform, very close-cropped look, since I've often thought that looks good; but the bits of the beard that are already trimmed are too short even for that. I decide to switch attachments and shave off most of the beard below by chin, leaving me with just the goatee on my face and a "cap" on and just barely under my chin. I carry out this plan; but when I look into the mirror I find that I've shaved off everything. I realize that can't be right, since I never went above my lip, so I look again, more carefully, and see that my mustache is still there. I realize it really doesn't help me, though, since my wife doesn't like the look of a mustache without a beard along with it, so I resign myself to shaving it off, too. I'll just have to grow the whole thing back soon and hope it doesn't look funny for too long.

Me and two other humans were captured by soldiers from another reality. They were gruff and rough, but their extreme care with us suggested that we were important prisoners. They look like Imperial drones, except that they were human-sized, more regularly jagged, and reddish. They each have one glowing, robotic yellow eye in the middle of their face.

One of the prisoners, an old man, slipped from his bonds and in this reality transformed into an eldritch horrir. Me and the other prisoner was evacuated as the entities fought the monster with their form of guns. Our guards locked us in a spacious bunker, telling us that we'll be locked up in here until they deal with the monster, or reinforcement arrive. They told us that there were food and facilities in the bunker so that we will not go wanting. All in all, they were a lot nicer than most military guards, and they were faceless ersatz horrors from another world.

I drifted in and out of sleep, and I felt the need to pee. I recall finding the toilet in the bunker, and I did reality checks and realized that I was dreaming. I woke up and I wanted to go pee, and before I could get up to use the toilet I was back in my dream again, being caught off-guard I was non-lucid and used the toilet. Luckily I didn't pee myself in real life!

I was sightseeing through a rustic-modern, asian-feeling neighborhood. We walked through a dusty dark shrine, filled in shapes of buddha statues in the darkness, made out of brassy, coppery, dark metal. There was a multitude of them, some of them seemed to be fused together. An unknown acquaintance was accompanying me, and they prayed to the statues. I did not pray, but as the sound of the prayer resonated with the metal it produced an unearthly echo that sent a chill down my spine, prompting me to pray as well.

We moved on to an arcade, where familiar but also unknown people are there. There was a computer there and I showed them a 'glitched level' where I play as Wario in a 2D platformer navigating a procedural-looking cavern that reminds me of the Ice zone in Spelunky, but with trees and unknown sunlight from above. The graphics were modern but not 3D.

I was in school at a PE lesson. It was a sports hall in my old school, there were only free people present, all of them from my current class. One dude was kinda annoying and I avoided him when I could. Second dude pushed me and I slid on the floor shouting "Weeee!". Later on I for some reason drove with that annoying dude somewhere. He dropped me by his house and asked me to open a roadblock. I did it and he drove away.

I'm on Mars, with several other astronauts. We're actually wearing space suits this time. I got sick, because of a disease that was typical to space travel, and Mars in particular. I had diarrhea. I was sitting with my back against a rock, feeling miserable. I actually sh*t myself. There were several escape pods lined up not too far away. Small rocket-propelled craft that, when activated, could carry one passenger back to Earth automatically. I felt terrible, but didn't want to be the first to turn back.

Forgotten dream that took place abroad somewhere?

I was driving a bus like a complete maniac. I had to dodge the pumps of a gas station at some point. After this, I was stranded (next to a highway? near a sewage tunnel?) and separated from the others (my mom and others?). We had plans to go out for dinner. I also recall being in a school at night, in the pitch black. I don't remember what I did there. Then there was a young woman (I think she was called Kate). She was dressed in "punk" style, and had short hair and piercings. I told her she reminded me of "Christine Aguilera". I thought she was hot.

I'm in a garage. I exit into a very large, very dark room (reminds me of a parking garage). It was so dark, I could not see the walls in the distance. From the darkness, several creatures, monsters - attack. They came from all corners of the room. What exactly happened next, I don't remember. But I think I murdered someone by throwing one of the monsters at them. The monster then killed them. I don't know who the victim was. I think I vaguely recall two children sitting on the ground? Girls? Anyway... suddenly, Kelsey Moody (a guy I've met several times at a cryonics meetup) showed up, and started threatening us (suddenly, I was with some other guy). He had seen what we had done, and would make sure we would suffer the consequences of our crimes. My "partner in crime" was Dave Franko, the actor who plays the guy from 'Nerve' (the movie). When Kelsey had left, I said to Dave that we could either kill him, travel back in time and not do this at all, or we'd be fucked.

I remember seeing a suit of armor. That's it. A hypnagogic vision.

Somehow I dreamed I was Boomhauer from King of the Hill and I was in a junkyard-like place and someone/something which could move junk cars around was after me. I was scared and tried to hide. That didn't work.

Note: I think it's feedback to me and it more or less means I should stop thinking like Boomhauer as much E.G. no girl chasing even though I haven't done so I felt as if I was going like that.

EDIT: Also dreamed of going down to the basement as myself and one or two of the steps was/were missing. I then saw a rat which ran off.

21 October 2017 Edit: At a later date I had a dream that I feel heavily implied that I shouldn't part out cars.

Had really clear dreams but then life happened & I had to deal w/ it so this is all I've got because I didn't have a chance to record them. Sigh. That's okay, there's always tomorrow!

Soldier in a pool and bus at a farm
A soldier-looking guy is in an indoor swimming pool, dressed in swim shorts, fending off a bunch of people attacking him. He's near one end of the pool, keeping his back to it. He's able to keep three at bay for a while, but eventually he gets overwhelmed. I'm standing by the pool about 10 feet away.

Now I'm walking down the hallway leading away from the pool. I've mostly dripped dry, but I'm still a bit wet, and I realize that I forgot my towel. I hope I don't get my clothes too wet. As I think this, I look to my left and see a towel rack exactly like the one in my bathroom, and I realize it has my brown towel on it. I realize that there's no way it's actually my towel - it has to belong to someone else (after all, I forgot my towel) and they just have the same towel that I do. Now I'm at the end of another hallway. A bench is to my right, and I'm looking through my bag. I see something that I think may be mine, but someone nearby claims it.

Now I'm on the second floor of an open-air double-decker bus. I'm sitting on the right-hand side, about half way back, looking over the green landscape. I have a moment of doubt that I may have forgotten to get changed before I left the pool, but I don't actually look at myself to check.

Now we're running parallel to another road. I see what looks like a very oddly-built bus: it's supported on 3 "legs," each of which is tipped with a wheel. The legs are all on the front half of the bus, but it's going rapidly in reverse. I can't imagine how it doesn't fall over - there's no way it can be balanced, especially not when it's going the wrong direction. I mention how strange it is to someone near me.

Now we're headed up a driveway. The pavement is very narrow - possibly too narrow for our bus - and it slopes slightly up. The ground on the left slopes up with it, but the ground on the right slopes down, away from it. The bus is staying to the left, possibly even a little off the driveway, and I think the driver's made the right choice. At the top of the driveway is a closed gate. It's not very sturdy, but it has razor wire across the top. We're not slowing down as we approach the gate, and I get concerned. The razor wire is at about the same height I am, and I don't want to get thrown into it. I start to call a warning to the driver, but it's too late. We plow straight through the gate and come to a stop just inside.

A farmer - with a dog running at his side - comes running to see what the commotion is. When he sees an animal (maybe a mule?) wander in from outside the gate, he starts to run faster. It tries to escape further inside but the farmer manages to catch it.


Having a guest over
I'm on my bed in "my bedroom". As I look around, I see that the walls are in terrible shape. At best, they're bare drywall, but most of the wall is damaged. Some of it looks like it's melted, and other patches are completely gone and expose a strange honeycomb pattern behind. Even the good looking walls still seem slightly odd, and I realize they're sticky - they're probably melting too, just more slowly than the rest of the room.

Now I'm in a living/dining area. We've got guests, so two tables are out. I'm with my family at the smaller table near the kitchen; our extended family, plus another guest, are at a larger table which has one end near my table and which extends out into the living room. The guest is right in the middle of the table, and there's something visually distinctive about him.

Now I'm in the kitchen pouring myself more wine. I pour what I think is a good sized glass of white wine, but when I look at it again I realize there's not even half a cup, so I pour more. I suddenly realize that white wine is supposed to be served chilled, and I have no idea if this bottle was chilled or not. Oh well, it'll taste good either way.

Now I'm sitting at my computer. I reflect that I've recently ordered new glasses and I can't wait until they arrive. Now I'm working with Notes, sorting my inbox. Our guest is watching over my shoulder and asks about a couple of columns at the far left. I explain that the leftmost column is Followup and that I don't know what the column next to it is. He asks why both columns have many flags set if I don't use them, and I explain that Notes has rules that automatically flag certain emails, but I just ignore the flags. I'm curious now, so I poke around for a minute to try to identify the second column, but I can't figure it out. Part of the problem is that Notes has started misbehaving - large areas of the screen have gone white and won't redraw themselves. I decide to kill and restart it. The guy says he normally starts it in <something>. I'm not familiar with that and ask for more details.

I woke up and wrote down my dream earlier. Since it was my day off and I was sleepy, I went to bed again. I had a few fragments, but most of them were too vague to write down.

I recall being antagonized by a loudmouthed man in a wifebeater as I sat in a blue metal chair and blue metal table at a food cart on the street (these are common in Thailand), at night, with a few other people around sitting on the chairs and eating. (I think it was a food cart? I recall working on a painting and I recall people eating food.)

I recall having a false awakening where I didn't bother getting up, which was why I didn't perform my reality checks. I was in a bed, which presumably was big, and back in my mom's city apartment, cuddling with her. I dozed off within the dream.

I recall something about being controlled by a disembodied voice that tells me what to do. I discover the source of the voice to be a radio on a table in the middle of a desert.

Then my dream transitioned to me being in a... bathroom? with people from my elementary school, except we're all our current age now. We talk about sex and fellatio and he talked about attractive people and I was mad that I wasn't mentioned. There were stickers on the floor, with a name and serial number. One of them had "Femboy" written on it as the name. They thought I was underage but I told them I'm over 18.

My dream transitioned to me controlling a space ship with my keyboard, with the SHIFT key moving the ship up and the CLTR key lowering the ship. The sky was dusty, the pale yellow-brown color of a misty sunrise. There was a sea of fog, and we landed on a crumbly, black patch of land that was the mouth of an active volcano. A family lived on it and they approached us.

I dreamt:

Being in a saloon or somewhere closed but wide and with a tall ceiling. There were ropes hanging in the ceiling and me and my sister grabbed them and made something like mickey's ears.

Then i was in my grandfather's house. There was a family meeting. A Zen monk came and asked me what i had in the head, i told him just a lunar... he told me no, in the back of the head, i told him "ahh, i must have hitted something" maybe there were some scars, and i was ashamed for my first reply because i didn't understand properly what he asked.

Then my family was having lunch near the asador, so i went there. There was a table with space near the entrance where just sofi was there. I sat there modest. Dario gave me a dish with potato chips. And asked what did i eat. I thought it is not so difficult to figure out... if he knows im vegetarian then he must deduce i don't eat meat... But still i was asked because everyone was uncertain about this. I get up. There were a couple of dogs barking. One black of medium/big size barked near me, and when i got up it bit me in my leg. My first reaction was fear, because i expected a bite, but ... i thought it's just a bite, im not going to die for this, and since it's just a bite i won't hurt the dog. So i kept walking, like equanimous about the bite.

I went to the kitchen where in the dream it actually was a bedroom. In the bedroom there was a dead dog with no skin, just flesh, running around barking about prophecies (like Christian prophecies). I get up to the bed because he might want to bite whoever disagrees, and i wait for him to finish the round, so when he comes close i observe him. (The bed reminded me of the old house of my grandparent, like of 15 years ago). Meanwhile i see a river next to me and across the river i saw Arahants (fully enlightened beings) walking. I was like . I saw two monks, fully enlightened, that i think they were Ven. Ananda and Ven. Sariputta. who were leading , and right behind them there came the Buddha and behind him the whole Sangha, which were a lot of monks. I didn't get to see the monks because as soon as i saw the first Arahants and the Buddha i got back to position and tried to figure out what was the next thing to do. I was stunned. I decided that i would wait for the dog to come, let him bark, decide that his prophecies are non-sense and discard them for good, and then swim across the river or cross it and meet the noble Sangha and the Buddha. However the monks advanced, and they advanced slowly but never stopping, it seemed like they were aware of all their actions, and they had an incredible energy and will, and as soon as i saw this i thought that although i don't recognize the other qualities they have, they may have in the same ammount of strength or degree the other factors of enlightenement, which for me was something i couldn't have imagined how it was. Just having that energy was something great, i couldn't imagine how they could have at least 6 more factors with that vigour. But they had them, and for that indeed i would honour them as noble. [When i woke up i thought that it was because they worked tirelessly life after life after life, so now although they had qualities like for someone who would live at least a million years, it was manifested in a body that lasts 80 years and that's what they are leaving behind, they don't need that anymore because they reached nibbana]. Well i waited the dog and the dog didn't come, however i saw the 2 Arahant leaders entering the room, and i was in bed. Like a sick person that lies in bed and cannot get up to greet the visits. I couldn't get up not because i was sick but because i was stunned. An Arahant knew this and levitated me outside the bed to a side. I thanked him and bowed down like in Zazen would do. Now i found a proper occasion to do this reverence. The Buddha was entering the room to sit in the bed and i was still bowing down. The Arahants were standing. I still thought that was not a place for me to be... since i didn't know what they were going to do, if give a dhamma talk or rest, or discuss other things i felt akward surrounded by Arahants and being the only non enlightened being in the room, but i knew i wanted to ordain since i saw them across the river. Before the Buddha sat down in the bed i woke up.

In the dream, the same dream, i saw normal people as normal people, and i saw the Zen monk like more energetic because of his work of zazen, but still was normal. However the arahants were exceedingly energetic, it's like one could see that they were enlightened. Of course i never saw people with that energy in real life but i wondered and imagined how they could be ever since i found out about Buddhism. I would like to meet a Buddha in a future life, and i would like to renounce the wordly life and become a monk under a Buddha.

Sidenotes:

- Good dream.

Now that i think of it, a day later, these beings took their holy life seriously, and that's why they had such power. The holy life was their livelihood, so indeed that they would be experts in what they did. Just like a good university math teacher can be very good explaining, demonstrating and resolving, in the similar way with these beings.

Also about the postrating part. I was taught when i went to Zazen not only how to sit and meditate, but also how to do walking meditation and mindful postration, and also like a salute when you enter the Dojo, when you are about to sit, when you finish meditation and when you get out. Well, these later things i was explained that it was all done focused, but i didn't find any meaning. I always thought that only when the time would be apropiate those activities that i learnt would be useful, but not so much for doing it to a statue (unless you do it for the purpose of diminishing your ego...). The apropiate occasion would be when i saw an enlightened being, a Buddha or the Buddha Sangha. This remained in my mind and now that i saw the proper occasion in this dream i said now it's a good occasion, yes! and i did it I would not only do that but follow the Buddha, the Arahant or the Sangha to either help them, donate something, receive a teaching or ordain.

Managed to get a short DILD and WILD. There were various other dreams, at least two before the first awakening and a few others between the LDs, but I've only fragments or forgotten much of these now

Scrap Group 1
An attractive older woman is hit on by a young guy, the latter flirting and teasing her on her age. The woman plays along.

Watching some Mortal Kombat story mode clip on TV. Kung Jin allies himself with an odd figure, a skinless, limp humanoid whom moved around solely by two spears impaled on his torso. Despite his macabre appearances, said creature was actually quite noble and heroic. They fight off some Tarkatans on a large junk. My brother, Dirk, arrives and watches with interest.

Dream 1 - Giant Parrot Harpy

The visuals were blurred. I was playing a top down 16-bit game set in a high tech metal base.

Reach a room with two Bloodtear Alchemists from Duelyst. Annoyingly, they zoned expertly to hurl fireballs at me, though I managed to take them down unscathed. On crossing a metal door, I cleared the stage, cued to the sound of a like jingle from the first Mega Man.

Unknown cut. I gain first person perspective. Just ending a boss fight with a gigantic parrot, its feathers bright green and pink. It was all but KO'd. I stood triumphantly on its head. Only needed to force feed it a huge grey jewel to win. The absurdity of my punching a crate-sized gem down a giant bird's throat made me realize the dream. Oh well, I went through with it anyway.

With that done, the creature began transforming. I hoped it would change into a pretty lady. In the end, it turned into a harpy of equally vast size, along with like colored wild hair and feathers. But her face was pleasant enough. Anyway, I climbed between her wooly hair, and ordered we depart.

The dream collapsed and ended as she took flight.

Obstinately waited for another dream. Between catching myself drifting on and off from sleep, I managed a WILD within about twenty minutes.

Dream 2 - Hair Legs

A whirling sensation marked the start of a WILD. I concentrated on my breaths for a few minutes before starting.

Noticed I had trouble moving, and couldn't open my eyes, though I could at least roll around with some effort. I tried plummeting off my bed, but floated back against my will. Repeat half a dozen more times. I do a breath test, which seems to not work, but finding that I didn't wake up reassured me enough, and even granted me full mobility.

Still couldn't open my eyes. I remembered a suggestion of just looking through the lids, and, with surprising ease, managed to do as much. Things were still kinda blurry, though bright sunlight provided great lighting. After a few paces, I shrunk myself for the fun of it, reducing myself to just about 1ft in height. I wanted to see myself in the mirror, but was too small to see that above the dresser.

Just remembered the "walk with your head" task. Wait, so am I supposed to walk "using" my head, or walk around while carrying my (presumably detached) head? I settled on the former and hoped for the best. So, I started by attempting a handstand. Couldn't manage it, so I just layed on my back. Tried sliding around with my head, though it just felt as if I were floating backwards. With some concentration, I eventually noticed my hair actually formed into a pair of legs. Heh, what? Moved around back and forth on these flimsy new limbs for a minute or so before the dream collapsed.

1) Watching someone wearing some amazing new shoe (it was like watching an advert) slide down some mud, the shoe was being used like a ski, the camera panned in close to the shoe to show how amazing it was. Then the man ran towards his motorbike and set off on it. He was going very fast and I watched as he rode off.

2) At a new educational centre - it was being built. I was carrying a long strip light inside the building, I walked through a doorway that had the long strips of plastic hanging down being careful with the striplight. Everything was being built very fast and I could see several alrge rooms, one was all about cookery, the next one was IT. Then I was in the building with my children and it had been completed - my daughter was in the IT area playing with computers.
Next I was sat in a chair controlling a video camera that was on a long boom, I was watching pictures of the IT area looking down on it. I zoomed in to find someone. Then I brought the camera back down and realised that I had not taken the lens cap off properly. I cleaned the lens with a tissue.

3) At a table with 2 men they were talking about martial arts and how they could train me.

A *lot* of dreams this night... I briefly woke after every one, but couldn't be bothered to write them down every time, so I only recall the last... somewhat.

One involved me, inside a very large, old and abandoned factory. I was faced by a dinosaur, much resembling a Tyrannosaur, but something told me (a hypnagogic thought) it was something else (an Allosaurus?). I stood nailed to the ground. For a second, I wondered if it was one of those dinosaurs that couldn't see you if you stood still (that's a Jurassic Park myth, by the way), but while I was thinking that, I was already fleeing. I managed to get some distance between me and the beast (several large rooms away, separated from each other by large garage doors). I frantically looked for a place to hide. Oh, and I was an 8-year old boy, and I had a little sister who was also there. Anyway, I hid in some kind of box. The box was very small, and I barely fit in there. I was 'folded up' double, and even then I barely fit. I felt like this would be too easy if it worked. I felt like the plot would require something going wrong. And as I thought this, the box fell over! While this happened, I heard the soundtrack of the dream... Anyway, the dinosaur came in, and it did not find me. That's all I remember of this dream.

In the next one, I was captured by Islamic terrorists. They wanted to remove my medical bracelet. They stabbed me in the arm with something (not a knife, something resembling a pen?), to try and rip it off...

This dream featured me breaking into some kind of facility, and killing guards who got in my way. I used a pistol on most of them, quickly dispatching them with headshots. Then I got to a long corridor, where I was attacking by a pretty tall and muscular guy. For some reason I could not use my pistol, so I pulled out a knife and fought him that way. I ended up stabbing him pretty brutally in the neck (and in his body, I stabbed him several times)... which wasn't easy because he had the size advantage. While this was happening, I had visions of events that were happening in the adjacent room. Best way to describe the experience is "having two dreams at the same time". One is the dream I just described, featuring myself as main character, in the other I was "the camera", viewing a scene in the room next door...

So, in this scene, I saw the large room accessed through the corridor in which I was fighting. It was an operating room, but a very large one, with a high ceiling. *REDACTED* was on the operating table, possibly naked. Doctors were taking samples from her nails, I think... At this point she was dead. They took her body to a morgue in the room next door (south of this room, my corridor was to the west). I felt terrible, knowing what they'd done to her, but this wouldn't stop me from getting to her and making things right. Sadly, I never got to bust into that operating room. The dream ended there.