Non-Lucid Dreams
Last night bed 12am Bad dream I walk into a room to see if a person is still sleeping. The ceiling fan is going really fast, faster than it should. The room is dark, just a bit of light coming through closed blinds. I flip the switch to shut it off, but it goes even faster. I can feel the air on my face. I know some entity is doing it and there is no way I'm gonna go into the room to check on this person. Later on Latin America. Drug lord is caught and his people are lined up at the wall. I am one of them but I'm also shooting them with an assault rifle. There are old people and women in there and I figure that government soldiers are trying to wipe the slate clean. Now I am the druglord, I walk out with my hands up, holding some paper and somehting else in my hand and they are about to shoot me. Some kind of a theater, stadium seating. We are getting away from there. Me an 3-4 others are escaping through a city. Dodging police, busting holes in the wall to get through, creating distractions, looking at the faces in the crowds to be vigilant of those that want to stop us. After we get to where we were going, we need to get back. This was getting tireing.
Poor recall (early work day) 1) Watching some new flying machine through a window. It seemed to be failing to gain height. I was telling someone that if I was flying it I would just land and give up but it looked like the pilot was determined and would kill himself. Then the machine crashed and there was a huge explosion. 2) In my grandmothers house. I was cleaning and saying that she was hardly ever there any more - I think I meant that she was always in hospital. I forgot to take my dream journal to bed last night so forgot most of my dreams before being able to write them down.
Updated 09-08-2016 at 09:07 PM by 88643
7/9/16 Dream 1: There was a big anti-jewish protest outside some elite private school. Patrick Dangerfield was there heckling people and other protesters were throwing stuff. Dream 2: I was in a Chinese class with a group of other people. The teacher came in and gave us some work sheets and then went outside to talk with another teacher. Dream 3: I was playing a racing game where I was hiding/running away from other people. Dream 4: I was at a train station with my brother and mum where we got the bad news that our grandma had killed one of our cousins and then killed herself. We started to plan their funeral and stuff like that.
6/9/16 Dream 1: I was travelling around the world, following the instructions of a computer who was a bit like HAL 9000. I wasn't sure I could trust him but relied on his instructions crossing the ocean. Dream 2: My brother's mentor was teaching him and me something while we were riding on a tram. Dream 3: There was an operation thingy to remove a worm from someone's ear.
5/9/16 Dream 1: I was travelling home on a train, however I forgot to get off at my stop and got off at the one after. I started walking back to my house and a Chinese girl started talking to me for a bit then we parted ways. When I got home I think I talked to my grandparents and they were giving tips about how to survive in a war. Dream 2: My dad was trying to cook pasta for dinner but he couldn't get anything right. First he didn't have enough water, then enough pasta, then he cooked it too long and the sauce was burning and so on. Fragment: A football game between the Western Bulldogs and North Melbourne.
4/9/16 Dream 1: I was watching a female runner winning the gold medal in some event. Later on it turned out she was a drug cheat and the whole athletics community was in turmoil. Dream 2: I was going into school for a lecture on animation or some similar topic. I went into the toilet before class though, however found someone in a cubicle performing some sort of crazy ritual with candles and tapestries. I asked him what he was doing and he flew into a rage and started attacking me, so I fought him off, kicked him back into the cubicle and bolted it shut, trapping him inside. I then told a teacher about him and went on my way. Fragment: Celeste.
3/9/16 Fragment: Basketball.
2/9/16 Dream 1: I was at the Olympics watching an athletics event. Dream 2: I was watching my younger brother's cricket team playing. They won easily and the other team's coach wasn't happy at all. Fragment: Going around a shopping centre. Dream 3: I was teaching some people about lucid dreaming (doh!) and some sex ed stuff. I then went home and my younger brother was using a 3D printer. I asked him how he knew how to use it, he said he didn't really and I taught him a bit about how it worked. Dream 4: I was on a space station and a crisis was unfolding as a rebel group had snuck their way in and captured the prince and took him back with them, demanding surrender in return for the prince's release.
1/9/16 Fragment: I was scrutineering the media or something similar at a Trump rally.
31/8/16 Fragment: I was rock climbing. Dream 1: I was designing a pool for a leisure centre, including exercise areas and lanes and more relaxing areas. I was correcting some ideas my brother came up with and started telling the builders what to do. Dream 2: I was going into school in the evening to some kind of meeting.
30/8/16 Dream 1: People were getting sucked into a big pipe and being spat out the other side as similar but slightly changed versions of themselves. Dream 2: I was given some advice and instructions by a pro gamer in both Dota and Wizard101.
I'm somewhere in a city, together with a white girl my age. We seem to be spies and we're a team. Perhaps we are also in a relationship, though I'm not sure about that. We're about to start our mission. We've definitely done something similar before, because as we start I even say something like "here we go again" in English. We're a few metres above street level and jump a bit down onto a brown wooden walkway (which I think wasn't meant to be a walkway) to cross the road. On this side of the road are a bunch of shops, in a neat row, like any shopping street. The building style is quite old, gothic perhaps. There's grey concrete pillars and presumably arches about 2 metres in front of the shops. We take care cause we spot a police officer outside and there's another one inside one of the shops. Both of them are white, one male, one female. I think it was the female who was still outside. We hide behind one of the pillars. We're right in front of a bookshop and we decide to go in, I think for information. The bookstore is well lighted, everything is bright. It's a neat place. I get a bit distracted by my passion for books. We look around, trying to be inconspicuous. They are having a sale. Every single book is 9 ... euro's? Pounds? Not sure. 9. As far as I remember, only the owner of the shop was present. She reminds me of a university lecturer I had.. or perhaps it's her. A white woman in her 40s with slightly curly hair. I'm not sure of the colour anymore. My partner and I only look, never touching any of the books. We're standing at a low bookcase near the window. My partner decides to go outside to view the books in the window. She gives me a look. I don't remember what type of look. Not to get distracted perhaps? I walk around the bookshop and once I've reached the final bookcase, I let out a small sigh. The owner, who is behind a round counter, responds to it. Something along the lines of "can't find what you're looking for?" I respond with "you must've heard that sigh a lot." She starts asking me about my book preferences so that she can help me out. I tell her that I'll read a lot of things. The last things I've read are fantasy books though. She is a bit uncertain, but finally decides to show me two books. I don't remember the first one (or perhaps the second one). The one that I do remember is a gigantic book. It's got a blue cover. At one point it's open on the very last page and I see a price that says "0.09". I know it's meant to be a price of 9 ... whatever currency. The girl is now back as well and we go through the pages, flipping carefully towards the front. There's no text. It's all paintings. At one point I see a painting of a man's face that a friend of mine made a year ago, only this is much bigger. I'm surprised by this. Did my friend's work get published somehow? Did she just copy paint an existing painting? We continue flipping. Dragon. Some of the pages are torn and the lady says we have to be careful. People have been mishandling this book, causing some tears along the lines of the paint. I like this book, especially considering it's price. There's no way I can take it with me though. I start anticipating a sales pitch from the woman. I anticipate that she will suggest home delivery. Even then, it would take up too much space in my room.
I don't remember this dream well, but I will do my best at describing it. I was with my mom and were going to a shop, from outside it looked like a bakery, the pastries were so deliscious looking, but alas we couldn't go in because it was closed. My mom and I left, we came to a counter, a mixture of walgreens and something else came to mind as my mom had to sign something for us to leave. As quickly as we left we returned, and still the bakery was closed, once again a major disappointment. We signed to leave again. And finally, a third time. We came back, it was dark in the bakery...but also....it looked different. Not because it was dark but, it just looked VERY different. The walls were no longer white, they looked to be a shade of tan or brown, the floor wasn't tiled anymore either and the glass that pastries were in, wasn't there. Though it was pitch black far back. A counter with a black rim was to the left from where I looked inside the window. And a man, his hair was pulled back and he was dressed nicely. His hair was silver and his skin full of wrinkles, but only for a second. He became a young man with pretty brown hair and flawless skin, still in his nice clothes...and...now this is the weirdest part. He wore a black gas mask with a copper end, he looked at me for but a second. But a second was just long enough for the eerie feeling the building now held to become, almost like fear, not run away screaming fear, but just 'I'm gonna turn around and never come back' fear, if that makes sense. My mom began walking and I followed, we left for the last time, and then I woke up.
9/6 D1: As I was walking all through this dream I was walking in & out of decades & centuries! It was so odd. I was living in a home w/ other women we were always discussing men & women like things. We went to a store where I met a man. The store started out as a wal-mart/k-mart like store but then turned into a very old time store. Someone had stolen something & I went outside but now it was me walking out of a house onto the porch of a house that had a crazy Victorian like look & feel to it! I was still looking for the culprit but as I walked I kept walking in & out of time. Like whatever was there previously was where I was walking. As if many things had been built in the same place over the yrs. The landscape stayed the same. Then things were on fire & I saw a man on fire & melt. It was terrifying. 9/6 D2: I was w/ the same man from before & my parents were saying they were coming to get me. After I had told my parents about the previously mentioned store/house & being in & out of time they said they thought they should come get me. They probably thought I was losing it. They are atheist's & would never understand this concept. I was wanting to spend more time w/ the man I was with but the dream faded as Meesha Cat woke me up. 9/6 D3 & D4: Took a nap. Both were nightmares that I just couldn't hold on to because they were all jumpy & w/ my Veritgo it just made me dizzy trying to think about it. Let alone write it down. Today: D1: I was in this big Victorian house. I've been in this house before in past dreams but it's been yrs since I've seen it. Friends I used to have were there & I wanted to buy the house. I was showing Mike the house. I spent an immense amount of time just walking through this enormous house because it was so familiar to me. It was greatly detailed. Light fixtures, books, bookcases, doorways ect. I mention ppl that used to be my friends & by used to be I mean just that. I used to do drugs w/ them in my twenties & got the hell away from them. They were even to this day toxic people.... The house I mentioned could be a past life thing. It was amazing! I could've walked through it all day long! Today D2: I was in this Dollar Store. I was trying to buy things early for Christmas but as I would pick up a few things & throw them in the basket, I'd look back & the other things I wanted would be gone. Then things from my basket were missing. This process repeated over & over & over. All Non-lucids
Morning of September 7, 2016. Wednesday. Dream #: 18,160-02. Reading time: 1 min 28 sec. I am on the set of a new Indiana Jones movie, but it takes place in an unknown modern city that seems like a part of Third Street in La Crosse, near business buildings. I seem to be the director. There are two beds (as in my recent lions dream), but which are outside across the public sidewalk, perpendicular to it. Kate Capshaw is on a bed on the right from the street view. At first, she is happy about her movie role, but there is an uncertainty of whether she is going to be eaten by a lion. There is the idea that a lion will at least reach over her bed and paw her abdomen. That does not happen. (I am non-lucidly directing the scene). She does not seem angry or afraid. Instead, she only seems annoyed over the idea of having to “really” die in her role. She asks me if I am going to direct the outcome that way, but I am unsure. No lion appears. (“Capshaw” is a distorted association with “cat’s paw.”) I get the impression there is an “invisible duplicate” of her in the other bed related to the filming, but the situation does not make much sense. I am later in the house we live in now, but there is a duplication of the lounge room from north to south. There are two bowls of popcorn, one in each room in the “same” area and I am puzzled about whether there are meant to be two bowls or one. Our youngest daughter is present, but I briefly consider if there is one or two of her and if so, if the “right” one is home. One bowl of popcorn is hers. This dream is like a combination of aspects from one from the 5th (Directing Godzilla with the Book that Controls the Universe) and one from the 6th (The Lions of Coalescence Guide me to “Nature’s Call"). There is the awareness that my non-lucid scripting relates to a movie within my dream. Although there is an artifact association (“Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom”), there is no direct presence of a “dreaming crystal” as in my dream from the 5th.
Recent Comments
