non-lucid

I have forgotten most, but the end of this dream culminated in the execution of a long and impassioned speech by my mother, who was Hilary Clinton. She was asking people to donate to charity to help society flourish. At one point I came on an gave closing remarks as she had to leave for some reason and everyone was sitting there impatiently waiting for it to end. After that I went to the old cottage, where I kept fucking up the vehicles there, including my new mini. Dad was pretty upset, so I decided to float away across the road into the swamp. I went above the trees, but saw a house hidden among them. It was Julia's house. We hung out for a while with Tyler and Geordie there until she started talking to her boyfriend and I peaced out.

Dream

I was in my school. It looked like it was just built and finished, I felt much younger. I went downstairs from one of the classrooms and into the hallway, passing a group of students. It was late and lessons were about to end. Suddenly I asked myself "Is that a dream?" after a while I repeared this question, feeling somehow aware yet a little doubting. I met a girl I met years ago during student exchange, we talked for a while going upstairs. Her voice was different and she was speaking in my native language. I asked "Shouldn't you speak english?" She said "I'm not sure." We moved on and ended up near a classroom. She stripped herself from clothes and we made it in the hallway. Everything went black.

False awakening

I woke up in my bed with an orgasm and I had to change my underwear. I left the bed, took spare pants and went towards bathroom. Parents were out for the night and grandma usually has a deep sleep, so I shouldn't wake anyone. On the hallway when I got just past doors to grandma's room, she opened the door and hit me in my back. I rushed towards the toilet and cleaned myself, then changed underwear. Then I went back through hallway and in the window I saw parents in the car. Father parked right in front of the entrance, he was holding a baby.

6/26/16: The recollection of this dream commences with me attempting to troubleshoot and restore electricity in a partially built home by tying together several electric wire pig-tails inside a wall outlet. I need to go into the basement to see if the repair has restored electricity in the lowest level of this partially built house. For some inexplicable reason I believe the house belongs to Scott.

The scene shifts and I am walking on an upper floor whose rooms are bare studs with no sheet rock. I open and close a sliding window whose glass is shaped like a bowl bending outwards. The glass is broken, but the window slides up to open and down to close. I turn away from this room which I believe is to be a future bathroom based upon its relatively small size. Almost immediately upon leaving the room I encounter a huge, fully grown male lion which is resting comfortably with its eyes lightly closed and front paws crossed. Roused from its sleep, it takes notice of me, but makes no immediate move towards me.

I squeeze my shoulders through the spacing of two studs as this is the shortest and fastest path away from the perceived danger. I climb down and out of the house in moderate alarm and begin fast walking and ultimately running down the street filled mostly with children, supervised by a handful of adults. I call to them to alert them to the danger. Instead of running away, curiosity seems to compel them to enter the house to observe the lion for themselves, apparently oblivious to the danger.

As I flee the scene I slowly realize that I am larger, faster and further than the easier potential victims which the children represent. Nonetheless I am sweaty with fear and the effort from running. My sweaty hands hamper my ability to shed a pair of thick garden gloves which I am trying to remove as I run. I end up having to pull each finger out of the glove using my teeth in order to get the hot, moist gloves off and throw them to the ground. I wake.

I was looking at a room, dark and shadowy. I just entered it. There is light coming from the two open windows to my left. The room is a kitchen, an old one. Everything is made of blocks/old cement. The color theme is faded yellow and smoky black. The rest of the room is under the cover of darkness so I couldn't see what else is inside, apart from a small part of a table at the center. The only thing I can see clearly was the stone floor lit by the sunlight from the window.

There was a woman standing on a stool in front of the nearest window. She was wearing a long black dress. She was facing the window but her upper body and head was out of my range of vision. I think she was cleaning the upper area of the window. I was walking with a girl towards the door on the other end of the room, but she was a little bit in front of me. I was a young boy.

The girl said "You called their names too soon, Annie."

"Oh, dear. But it was already their time," the woman answered, in her apologetic, somber voice, as she continued her work.

We walked past her, but as we approached the next window, there again on the stool is the woman in her long black dress. We walked on.

Just as we were about to reach the door, the girl went ahead. I felt the woman's hand on my right shoulder, and she whispered: "Run."

I smiled without looking at her. "Thanks, Annie. But I don't want to run anymore."

Bed: 23.00
Wake up: 06.35
Now: 07.00

Movie
I'm inside somewhere. A company visit / business case of a company I really like has just finished. We're busy exiting. I tell Jim that the case was interesting, just to make sure that he keeps me on his mind. Outside the room, on the hallway, is another employee of the company. We start heading towards.. someplace.

I'm now in a big lecture hall. It feels as if we've walked here from the other place. We're going to watch a movie. My high school English teacher is leading the class. Eventually we're somewhere along the 50 minute mark, perhaps even further. The video is streaming slowly cause the school/uni connection is shitty, sometimes forcing us to pause. Someone explains the technical stuff to my teacher. She asks us if we will have enough time to finish it. We have 30 minutes left in this class and 40 minutes of movie left. My friend Lin tells her that we do. Huh? Idiot. Meanwhile I'm seated, with my bag in front of me on the floor. I open and close the zipper a few times, probably being very obnoxious, considering that we're watching a movie. I've got candy inside in a see through plastic bag, which I share with my friends and cousin. I still make a lot of noise.

Holding hands
I'm walking outside with a lot of people. Not sure where we're going. My first ex girlfriend is walking to my left. She decides that she wants to hold my hand. Her boyfriend is somewhere in the crowd, walking behind us. We're at the very front. I tell her that this isn't a good idea. At some point I wonder whether she is trying to make her boyfriend jealous or whether she genuinely wants to hold my hand. She mentions that her boyfriend is holding a girl's hand as well. I look and see that he's doing one of these poses where he creates a loop with his arm, allowing the girl to place her hand in the loop. I tell my ex that we would be better off if we were walking to the back. She varies in how intensely she holds my hand.

Epic medieval fight [literally the only note I took of this dream]
I'm somewhere outside in a mountainous area. There are quite a number of armed forces. I feel like Thor [Chris Hemsworth version] is also present. A fight is about to go down. Our side is trying to ambush a different group, but our advance group gets ambushed in return. There are so many different groups which have allied to the group that I belong to that I'm no longer sure which uniform belongs on my side and which doesn't. At some point I'm in need of a weapon. There are some scissors. Nah. There's a bamboo pole with a kite attached to it. Perfect. I ask an old man to cut the string to the kite. He uses some big scissors which look pretty damn awesome as he's cutting the string. Really?! You couldn't tell me in the first place you had that?! I take both the bamboo pole and the scissors with me. I'm not sure how I'll use both, as this bamboo pole will serve as a two handed weapon. I put the scissors in my right back pocket. I encounter 3 white girls standing close to what seems like a coin buying stand at a fair. The 3 girls are my height and are dressed identically. They all have the same gun and are aiming for me. I use the bamboo pole to slap their arms away to throw off their aim. This isn't something that I can keep up long with the 3 of them. I advance so that I can use my scissors. I'm not sure what happened next, but I'm victorious. I start talking to the girl behind the stand. She was going to give her number to those girls for some reason. I ask her to give me her number instead, and she hands me a white paper with her number. The girl herself is quite pretty. The only details I can remember is that she's a white girl with black hair. I put the number in my front left pocket and tell her that if I don't die, I will call her.

Fragments
» There's some family gathering going on. My cousin is present, as well as my little cousin, who I take with me into an elevator. At some point my cousin and I (and someone else) are eating.

» I'm walking from the hallway of my dormitory into my room. To my left I see an Asian girl walking away from me. I stare at her for a moment. I make sure to look away the moment she looks back. I walk into my room. I look out my room to look at her again. She turns back, presumably to see if I was looking. I think she caught me.

I'm in a great big hotel or something where there are a lot if floors and rooms plus kitchens downstairs. There is a man of eastern descent who asks me to get him towels for his shower which is already running and the room full of steam though he's still dressed and outside the shower. Somehow I know that he will be using oil with the towels to clean his skin (before the shower?) so I go downstairs to the kitchen and ask the lady in charge for towels and she knows who its for and gives me this huge stack of towels which I being back to the man. I turn to leave and he tells me to stay, I turn to him and he says to me, you know he's cheating on you, I know he means my husband

I woke up with a sore throat & runny nose. I only had non-lucids & lost my recall cuz I had to get up & blow my nose & all that junk so my dreams had to take a backseat. But I did spend a lot of time researching stuff online last night which was fun.

Strange dream; I Usually think twice about posting things that might be embarrassing, but hey, dreams are dreams so here goes one of my more silly ones.
I was a young woman probably mid teens since I Still lived at home. I didnt have my father growing up in real life and that was reflected here since I only recall a mother figure and maybe sisters and brothers but I had gone to find my own space and climed into a building of some sort where I was alone. I fell asleep and heard voices, one was instructing a shadow like figure to take me (yes, in a sexual context) it told the shadow man to make me more meek and powerful... Don't judge lol.... Anyway the shadow replied how it was surprised that I was willing to accept its advance as I was full of fire and then laughed and said how it even had a witness to my willinness. Then the next thing I'm outside on a porch and I think at a small table with crumbs on it so I try to levitate one of the smallest crumbs, its easy so I try on a bigger one and Im surprised how easy this is and so I try to fly through panes of glass, easy. That's about where I lost the dream.

I was at a mechanics to get my car fixed. A song came on the radio (some old R&B or funk song) that I liked, and I felt happy. I told someone that my Dad used to love this song. I started flowing around the parking lot. Realized I was dreaming and became lucid. I flew into the sky and saw 3 blue jays flying near me. I decided to fly next to them, but one of them looked wary of me so I sped up and flew really fast towards the mountains in the distance. I was high up, and there were clouds, and it was beautiful. I landed on the highest peak of the mountain, and I discovered a small room just inside of the rock I landed on. It had a small branch carved into the stone and an olive-green cushion to make the seat more comfortable. There were 2 windows carved into the stone as well, and I looked back out towards the area I flew from.

As I climbed down I lost lucidity. I walked past a house that was partially open (missing outside walls) and I saw an area with lots of shelves and interesting [nature-based?] art. All I can really remember about these objects is that I saw leaves and wood.

I needed to take a shower before a road trip. I had trouble deciding which shower I would use. I knew I had hours until I needed to leave so there was no rush.

I was living in an apartment complex and driving home through the parking lot. I knew I needed to pay my rent but the office was closed. I saw who I thought was the office manager outside talking to another person and I briefly thought maybe I would just walk down and pay the rent to her. But when I parked near the office I saw that there were designated slots to put your rent check in after hours and I decided I would do that. My last name was completely different than my maiden or married name: Polley. First name was the same.

Thoughts:
I have no idea. I have been getting good sleep the last few nights. The lucid dream wasn’t the most lucid I’ve been. I will have to think about these for a while.

This dream really took after reality. It began with my family moving in to a new bungalow for my parents to retire into. The place was super nice, but there were so many glass walls they were even in the bathroom. I left my family to move in and hopped in the range rover. Drove across town until I realized my brother was graduating. I made it to the grad and saw all of my old class. Unlike previous graduation dreams, I came in there feeling very confident. I saw Dylan, and when he looked at me with nothingness I looked at my wrist, and viola, I was wearing the beachman. I should have reality checked here, as the watch was on the wrong wrist, but I ignored the fact so I could talk to him about it. We chatted about beachman for a while and he was very surprised. Eventually I left the conversation, and went into the unknown. There was a point when I had to fight against an ancient enemy of the school, some strange species that kept launching me high in the air, so I would use the fall to piledrive them or something.

This dream took place in the Heroes-universe, between the last volume, and Heroes: Reborn. Noah looked far more muscly than I remembered, almost like a bodybuilder. The longer I looked, the less I recognized him. I don't recall why I was there exactly, but I can imagine it had something to do with his daughter.

There was a dream in which I was in some kind of military/research installation. I was in the part that still had some people roaming around, but most of the facility was abandoned, I think. I ignored this and wandered off deep in the bowels of the base. At some point I entered a large, cavern-like hall, almost like a grotto, where I was attacked by demons (the Doom 2 variety). I failed miserably the first time (got caught in massive crossfire), but I got to "try" again and handled the situation differently. I shot the imps by the entrance with a machine gun, and picked off demons one by one (several manchubi), avoiding the trigger that released the cyberdemon until last. Then I handled him with a rocket launcher. Then I ran off through some other room.

In this part I was in some kind of "war room", facing a wall where several factions had set up TV screens showing war data (or something like it). There were the Germans, and I think the Allies, but the Nazi's were a separate faction who did not have a space of their own, and roamed around between the other factions. I approached two guards on the opposite wall, who were guarding something like a fuse box attached to said wall. They wore modern battlesuits and helmets that obscured their faces. I fought them with the combat mechanics of the game Mirror's Edge Catalyst (fists, slide-kicks, jump-kicks), but especially the guard on the left was tough as hell and didn't take a lot of damage. At some point I got a combat knife somehow. I dispatched the weaker guard on the right (or did I beat him and *then* take his knife?) with ease, and started viciously stabbing the stronger guard, who was soon whimpering and at very low health. Suddenly, the guard had no helmet on anymore, and I saw it was a girl. A pretty one, too. I ignored it, jabbing the knife in her stomach (which was now bare for some reason, I noticed she had a navel ring) and jerking the knife upwards, attempting to disembowel her. But then, I felt sorry for what I was doing. I caressed her face in consolation, and noticed that everywhere I touched her, her body was dripping wet with some kind of oil - which was weird. I recall kind of hugging and kissing her, and perhaps eventually having sex with her right there. *REDACTED DETAILS* Anyway, I was interrupted by Hitler who was coming my way. I stood a few meters away from the fuse box thing, next to my fellow operative Benedict Cumberbatch (later I started to doubt, thinking he was Michael Fassbender instead). I asked him if he spoke German. He answered "a little". Hitler looked at us, saying something in German. I just stood there smiling like an idiot, hoping my mate would say something, anything. He did not, but we got away with it.

I vaguely remember driving a car, and pulling into a narrow alley onto a parking lot. There were a lot of cops, so I turned around and left again. It's possible I'm confusing reality (memory) with fiction at the moment.

Bedtime:
12:00 am
Wakeup:
8:00am

Dream 1:
I am at a hair show, and I'm with a girl I knew in high school (dreamsign), and I need to do a touchup on her friend. We decide on what formula to use (40g 5N + 4g DBG + 20 vol) and I have the 5N, but I need to get the DBG from another stage. I make my way over there to get the color while trying not to draw any attention to myself for some reason. Then I return and mix the color, but I look into the bowl and realize the color tube was in the bowl and I poured all the color onto it, so then I grab another bowl and try again, and the same thing happens. I start freaking out because I'm wasting so much color, but I finally get it right and apply the touchup on this guy, even though the show is ending. Once I get the right mix, the color looks like a rainbow tint, like how you see those weird rainbow colors in oil. I look into the color and it feels like I'm sucked into it, it takes me to another dream scene. I didn't notice this really as I was dreaming... I could see another scene in the reflection of the rainbow color and I looked so closely that I was transported there.
In the second scene, I'm with a coworker at a gas station and she's saying that the gas company is pumping Tryptamine into the gas, and that she's been recording it. She presses a button and the giant sign that usually posts the gas prices is now displaying how much Tryptamine is in the gas. I have no idea what this means but I think it was bad.

Dream 2:
I'm at a pride festival, but I'm in a hosptial gown laying on a gurney. I'm in a procession that's leading to a stage, and I'm wheeling myself with my arms. Eventually someone helps me and once I get on the stage I'm wearing a nice suit. I'm standing now with a bunch of other people in suits, and they're clapping, so I turn around and start clapping for everyone I'm with, but someone tells me to turn around because I'm getting an award. I have no idea what the award is for, but I turn around and wait. Then I get put back on the gurney, and my grandpa is there and he carries me off the stage. My uncle is there too. They take me back and I notice a big sign that has my name on it and all these people have signed it. I'm back in the hospital gown and I'm wheeled over to a train. The front of the train is open, it almost looks like the front of a boat. There is a drag queen in the front and she's crying. I want to ask her what is wrong but then the train shoots through a tunnel.
The festival ends and I have to get off the gurney and walk, but I'm limping really badly. I'm walking in the grass back to the parking lot, but I have to scale this wall that borders a body of water. I reach a point where an old lady pushing a baby in a stroller is trying to get around me, but she somehow slips and they both fall into the water. I'm stunned at first, I see the old lady and the baby start sinking. I'm about to jump in to help them but I wake up, in one of those waking up from a nightmare type ways where you shoot up in bed. I want to DEILD back into the dream so I can help them but it doesn't work. It doesn't sound so horrible now that I'm writing it out but in the dream I was so horrified and scared for them.

Morning of June 27, 2016. Monday.



I am with my wife Zsuzsanna and our children as we are now. For some reason, we are sitting in the shed which seems to be our present shed from where we live now though also seems at one point to be the shed on Loomis Street. The people in the Loomis Street house are strangers, it seems (though I only hear them talking at one point). This highly unlikely scene (of sitting around in a shed of someone we do not know, though perhaps they do not even know we are out here) does not seem unusual to me. I am seated on the floor opposite the door though Zsuzsanna is seated on an armchair to the right of the door (my viewpoint), which is open. Our children are near the wall that is perpendicular to the door.

Eventually, as I am talking to Zsuzsanna, I get an absentminded idea to say “Judy”, the name of Zsuzsanna’s sister. I say it in a strange way as if making fun of her even though she is not present. However, as I say her name, I am aware she is actually approaching the shed door. She comes in looking despondent. I say, “oh sorry did I scare you?” (and by this I mean saying her name in a weird way just as she was reaching the door) and she nods. It is almost as if saying her name just made her appear in the backyard but I do not really reflect on this much.

I soon notice, before she sits down to Zsuzsanna’s right (my left) across from me, that she seems to have an axe in the back of her head. This of course is odd because I doubt she would be walking around if such was the case but the imagery changes a bit. After a short time, I realize she is carrying an axe over her left ear like some people do with a pencil, pen, or cigarette. (This of course is ridiculous and impossible but seems possible in my dream.) Seeing her wearing an axe on the side of her head makes me wary as her emotional state makes me uncomfortable. As she sits down, I briefly stand up and reach out and say “Here, let me get that for you…” (pretending to be cordial rather than expressing that I think she is prone to be a threat) and take the axe off her ear and put it behind me to my left where I know where it is (in case she suddenly becomes angry). The axe is of normal size though the handle has a very slight S-shaped curve to it. (Again, it is absurd to think someone could wear an axe over their ear like a pencil but such is the way with dreams.)

I make sure the axe is close to me so she cannot suddenly get to it but she remains seated where she is across from me. Behind me to my left, where the axe remains on the floor, is a feature that resembles an NBN cabinet. I do not take notice to that unlikely feature either.

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Layer One (Native Meanings): A shed is a common liminal space setting relevant to dreaming and waking symbolism. This is because it is a place where one may “store memories” without remaining there, a direct reference to the unconscious and being in the dream state. Judy as the personified preconscious is typically displaying a “not going to listen” metaphor, as the axe over her left ear represents a potential “cutting off” of listening to the temporary dream self identity. There are two distinct possibilities for this main dynamic of the preconscious but I presently believe that it may be an indication that unconscious access is no longer viable during the waking transition. However, it may also be that the preconscious is blocking additional threads of conscious self identity from the personified subconscious (dream self), to prevent sustained lucidity or transpersonal links (possibly for biological reasons). (A much simpler explanation is because the dreamer is asleep and thus the preconscious cannot hear the outside world that clearly.) The symbolism is validated by my non-lucid dream self placing the axe (from Judy’s left to my left) near the NBN cabinet, which also represents listening and communication (via Internet and telephone lines). This is probably because my dream self did not want a violent confrontation with the preconscious (and it also physically decreased the energy of the waking jolt).

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Layer Two (Probable Conscious Self Associations): Judy as the preconscious is associated with her not listening to important advice and information from people, especially in how people take advantage of her.

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Layer Three (Precognitive Function): We did not see Judy for a much longer time period than usual after this dream.

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A strange dream caused by turning on TV by someone in the morning (I often dream about anything I hear during sleeping).

I was in my house, in my room. It was late evening, two sisters with mother were tidying my room. There was a TV turned on, someone talking about a brexit and all that political nonsense. I wandered around the house - it still looked like it was before renovation, as if nothing really changed. I went to another room and saw mother again, and few more people too. They were brother's pals that work abroad, first they talked about their works and then they went for politics. I left the room and found myself in a swampy area near a river. Someone was talking about a touristical attraction of that place.

Bed: 23.00
Wake up: 07.00
Now: 07.20

Table
I'm in a house. There's a long, rectangular table, with I guess about 10 people sitting at it. There's my best friend, with her brother and father. There's Tina. And then some others I'm not sure about. At one point I make a comment to my best friend about people not sitting in their seats or something. She tells her dad and brother, who immediately go back to their seats. I ask her if she realises that I was joking. Next thing I'm suddenly online with whatever device, sending a message to her dad who is in America. I make a joke about not wanting my friend to be pushed off the sidewalk. He doesn't get it. The profile picture he uses is off a Repsol bike.

Home
I'm back in the Netherlands for just two weeks. I've ridden a bus to some station. My mom's boyfriend is there. We talk very briefly and then I walk away with.. my mom? And grandma? We walk in the direction of a big building, of which I'm not sure what it is. It's a new building, because I've never seen it before. It looks very old though. It's impressive.

Ex and bags
I'm with my first ex girlfriend. It's as if we're still together. We're in bed together I guess. I'm working on getting her horny, with success. She is on her period though. She shows this by using some weird.. I don't know what it is. A rectangular pill box for her birth control. The thing becomes red if she's on her period. Dirty, glowing, bloody red. There seems to be actual liquid inside. She's hoping that we'll still have sex. Nope! I on the other hand am hoping that at least I'll get lucky somehow. Nope again.

I'm in the back of a car with her. We're driving in Amsterdam. There's a blanket partially covering us and she makes use of it to reach down to my crotch. She's not very proficient at being sneaky. Luckily there is no driver and the rearview mirror has not been adjusted for the person in the passenger seat to see what's going on. The car is driving a bit though. Eventually I need to get out. I take my bag with me. Then the car starts to drive off. My mom's doing. I get very annoyed as there is still a bag or 2 in the trunk which I want to take with me. Eventually I get the opportunity for this. There's my big backpack and then there's another one. I consider for a moment which bag I'll really need. I'm gonna see my mom soon, right?

Modelling
I'm seeing a WhatsApp conversation on my friend Fi's phone. She's talking to D, the guy who has hired me to model for him. He's annoyed because he thinks I only look internet pretty and not real life pretty, as if my online photo's have been photoshopped. I consider for a moment that it doesn't matter at all, as he'll likely photoshop my pictures anyway.