non-lucid

I had the most sporadic night of patchy non-lucid dreams. Meesha Cat kept sitting on my head & face. She kept purring & then jumping on my belly. Mike was getting ready for work & she just wouldn't leave me alone all night. I think it was the combo of the lightening, rain & Mike's early schedule. Anyway all of my dreams were partial snippets of dreams that were jerky. In the sense that they wouldn't make sense & jumped scene to scene almost like you hit the fast forward button on a movie & it took you too the commercial before returning to the movie. Except I kept getting woke up or getting a different snippet of another movie. So frustrating. Also I'm in a shit load of pain cuz I ran low on my pain meds but the doc fixed me up again today.

I had to go back to high school for re-education. The dream fit in pretty perfectly with real life. I lost my job and will have to go back to school soon. So it's not like I traveled back in time, it was 2016, I graduated ages ago and the dream acknowledged this. I arrived on the courtyard, and felt some apprehension as I id not know anyone (and I was way older than everybody else). I somehow managed not to make a fool out of myself, what I certainly would have done 8 years ago (social anxiety, I used to be an even bigger loser than I am now). I chalked it up to experience. When the bell rang we had to stand in a line and do this weird sequence of arm gestures (hard to explain), which was apparently some kind of school ritual. It made perfect sense in the dream, not so much now. Anyway, I was confused as to where I should go and which classed I had to take. Then, a teacher addressed me and wanted to speak to me. They did not manage to finish their explanation, but I think they were wanted to say I shouldn't be in high school at all. I also remember tripping over something and almost falling.

I was starting to flirt with/date a handsome Dutch guy. It seems like in my dreams I am almost always younger– either a kid or in my 20s. Anyway, this guy had flirted/dated with other women around me, friends, co-workers– and I wasn’t feeling that this was going to be a lasting relationship between he and I, but I was still being pulled in by him. At one point I moved my arm to get something and he looked at me with a semi-disgusted look on his face and remarked about how my arm looked like jello when I moved. I didn’t react but thought that I might not want to date this guy after all if he acts like this. The scenario seemed to be some kind of store. It was snowy outside and at some point there was an avalanche, and it stopped just before our shop. Again I had a feeling of instability, that perhaps another avalanche might happen, and just because this one stopped doesn’t mean the next one will.

I also spent a lot of time dreaming about designing some large typeface layout.

26.07.2016

(Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was staying in a small town by the sea with my family and my dogs. We had rented a big house at the top of a hill which was about a 10 minute walk from the town and you had to cross a bridge to reach it. My brother and his wife were staying in a house inside the town.

I had spent the day at the town and was starting to walk to the house when I saw a sign about two little girls who were lost. As I was crossing the bridge, I saw the two girls hiding behind a boulder by the edge of the bridge. I jumped over the handrail and climbed down a bit to get to where they were. They seemed really angry I had found them but I dragged them up the hill and into the town. I took them to the police station and they told me these were two orphans who were protected by the town's law and they could do anything as the law did not apply to them. I thought this was a really weird law but decided to start walking home again. As I left the town, one of the orphans followed me and told me I had made a big mistake. I just laughed and continued walking.

As I was reaching the house we were staying at, I saw an old lady who was standing underneath a streep lamp crying. I approached her and asked what was wrong. She told me she was mourning the death of her children, who were killed by a group of orphans a few months ago. At this point I was a bit scared and confused about the whole thing and asked what the deal was with these kids. She told me that whenever a child's parents died or abandoned them, they had to grow up in the street; they had to kill and steal to survive, but did not have to respond to the law for their actions. I thought it was silly to be scared of kids as I could easily outstrength them.

I got home and my parents were watching the local news. Apparently there had been waves of murders and sackings in the town. We were worried about my brother but he called to say he was ok. We locked the doors and windows but then realized one of the dogs was missing. I went around the neighbourhood looking for her. I went inside a house that was having a costume party because someone told me she was seen going in there. I started searching the house but she was nowhere to be seen. The lights suddenly went off and people started screaming. A group of 5 orphans had broken in and were stabbing people. There was blood everywhere. I ran towards a window when an orphan, the one who warned be I had made a mistake, blocked my way. She must be 10 at most, I thought. I ran towards her and without stopping front kicked her in the face and then jumped out the window. I kept running and saw my dog Fiona across the street. I grabbed her and went home.

The next morning we were on a ship waiting to depart. I was looking at the town and wondering what had happened for the rest of the night. I saw two men walking towards me, both with their hands in their pockets and I thought it was a bit suspicious. I started walking in their direction when they each pulled out a knife. Then I realized they must be part of the orphan gang. I dodged one of them and kicked the other one. My dad started running towards us; one managed to slash my arm but I was able to move fast enough so it didn't cut me too deep. I kicked one guy over board, and my dad knocked the other one out.

The ship departed, we were safe.

Woohoo! I finally had another lucid dream! I'm so happy, I can barely sit still to type this!

Dream 1:

I was sitting down on a rug in my old kindergarten classroom, talking to a boy I used to go to elementary school with, named Rhys. I don't recall what were were talking about, besides school and childhood. A while into our conversation, I noticed he looked sad, so I asked him, "Rhys, you look sad. What's wrong?" He looked at me, with the saddest look I have ever seen on his face, and replied, "You're dreaming." This shocked me quite a bit, and as soon as he said this, my dream began slipping away.
After that, I stood up, telling my dream self over and over, "You're dreaming. You're dreaming". I was desperately trying to stay calm and in the dream. Sadly, seconds later I had woken up. It hadn't even sharpened into the clarity or reality that my first lucid had before I was opening my eyes to a darkened ceiling.

Has anyone else ever had a DC tell them they're dreaming? I found it really odd, but exciting.

Dream 2:

I dreamt that my mom introduced me to a young man from Britan, who was in his twenties or thirties, and we were watching some children and young adults, including my younger siblings, dive into the ocean at night from a cliff. I warned them to be careful, but he didn't seem that worried. He encouraged my brother to jump. He said his name was Thomas. It was dark and pouring rain.
Later, we were in my backyard, which looked strange and not quite like my backyard, and he was playing with a round red object he'd found on a tree. He re-introduced himself as Josh. He accidentally dropped the small red sphere, however, and it rolled into a large hole that went under my concrete porch. As soon as this happened, tree roots began to push up through the concrete. My godmother warned us to get out and stay away. We tried to use rakes and tools to pull the seed back out from underneath the porch, but to no avail.
Amidst this chaos, an annoying talking Tomato Hornworm Caterpillar named Harvey came over, and apparently we were well aquatinted. He and I had agreed that he would be gentle with my tomato plants and be able to eat all the basil he wanted without killing the plant. He asked us what was going on, and when I explained, busy trying to pry out the seed, he laughed and crawled off, saying he was going to eat every last tomato plant in my garden.
Somehow we either got the tree under control, or left it to destroy my porch. I'm not sure which. We got into Thomas/Josh's car and drove back to a large store that sold clothing and other things, like water bottles and sports gear. My siblings and my aunt and uncle were there, and we had fun looking around.
I wondered if Thomas/Josh could have been a relative of mine on my dad's side, but I didn't think any of my relatives still lived in Britain, so I didn't ask. He and my brother were trying to find a nice souvenir he could take home with him.

Dream 3:

I dreamt that three people I know from school, Shawnee, Julie, another whom I cannot remember, and I, went to the movie theater. We had to climb over a lot of people to get to our seats, and when we got there, I was shocked to find that they had all turned into my friend Isabella's little cousins.

I was detective working for police, with two female agents I was sent to solve case of serial killer. We drove to a hotel and left our luggage in our room, then moved on to search for clues. First we drove to stables where last murder happened. I got past police blockade and took a look around. The whole place was rundown and stinking, the body was left lying in the middle of the room. No traces of killer. We drove back to hotel and got into about suspects - one woman living in a flat not far from our hotel had argue with recently dead. We drove there, I took a look around her house saying that I'm looking for toilet. In the meanwhile the woman gave agents a cake with special substance that temporarily blinds them. I went back to them and they said that they can't see, so I decided to take them back to hotel. Feeling that this woman wasn't the killer and their argue was just about that cake, I decided to check another suspect - one of teachers of nearby school. I assumed a disguise of janitor, while one of agents took a disguise of my wife, a new teacher in school. I wandered around, searching for any clues. I went back to the hotel, but couldn't open doors to my room at first. When I finally opened it, I saw medical emergency and a girl all in blood. The murderer have attacked, but his prey survived. The girl was a student of nearby school and other teachers decided to visit her in my room. Only one of them didn't payed attention, and hacked into my computer and started looking for magnesium phosphorane on police stocks.

Okay. Yesterday night I had a crazy super vivid dream. I'm kinda mad because it had never been this obvious that I'm dreaming, but I didn't realize it.

I was at a bar with some other people. We all had a few drinks but since I usually don't drink, I was having water. At some point the bartender brought me three drinks for free in small glasses (little bit bigger than shot glasses) and one of them had a cap on top of it. I drank the other two first and the last one I thought was vodka. I took a few sips from it and all of the sudden I felt like I was tripping and saw intense color visuals. After 30 sec or so the visuals stopped but I thought that I was still tripping, because it hadn't been that long yet. I told the others that I think the bartender mixed some LSD or something in my drink and that I wanted to go home, because a bar isn't an appropriate place for this. I started to look at my hands to see how the effects were still. I probably looked at them about 20 times over the rest of the dream. My hands always had 5-30 fingers, some super long and some super short and others growing out of each other. The number of fingerst were actually changing while I looked at them.

Non-lucid but very vivid in details. I was with other people & we were trying to hide from I don't know who but we ended up in this house which was supposed to be my house. We went down hallways & up stairs until we finally reached what I perceived as a dead end. We were in a room. Nothing extraordinary about it or anything, just a bedroom & I didn't feel in dire danger either. Suddenly as I'm realizing it's just me & a couple of people that I don't know. I'm telling them that we are out of options. A man looks at me and smiles a sly smile & opens a doorway out of thin air & we step through. In this room there is a tall room. Very modern & it has a wall of windows. I look out the windows & we are up as high as a skyscraper! He's laughing saying "they won't find us in here". I'm finding that this is in such great detail & incredible I know I must be dreaming but before a lucid adventure could begin, Meesha Cat woke me up.

I was pretty disappointed & tried to go back to sleep to do 2 task of the months but alas no dice.


Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown

I was in the backseat of an SUV with my stepfather driving and my mother in the passenger seat and maybe my little brother next to me. We were on a sandy and rocky beach, the ocean immediately to our right. I told my stepdad that I felt afraid we were too close to the ocean and that I have dreams about him driving like this.

Later:
I had a gun. I was not me. I was going to go next door to a house and [kill???!! idk] 2 young girls. I felt hesitant and afraid and I didn't do it. But I kept thinking I had to go over there.

Then I was on a train, maybe the same person, not me. I needed to go several cars ahead of me, but the train was moving and the sideboards that you were supposed to use were outside of the car, and I was afraid I would fall so I didn't go.

Later:
I was with an old friend whom Ive recently been wondering about in waking life. Some other people were there too. We might have been in a foreign country. We sat at a table at a convenience store/cafe. A man asked us if we wanted anything. At first we all declined, but I saw that I had a box with 3 donuts in it and I decided to order some coffee to go with them. My friend also ordered coffee. Soon after I saw my coffee on the counter near the register with a receipt under it and I walked over and picked it up.

So... I'm back. I haven't been dreaming much lately, as school projects keep me up late and stress keeps my mind blank.

I have had three odd nightmares, though. Nightmares that I wish lucid dreaming could help me overcome... But I still can't manage to replicate my singular lucid from a few months ago.

All of the nightmares have to do with a boy named Trent from my school trying to hurt me or scaring me. I'm hoping that I'll be able to defeat my nightmares and get this DC to leave me be.

In the meantime, any help and advice would be much appreciated. I'm really hoping not to wake up crying or panicked another time this week.

Morning of July 25, 2016. Monday.



I have befriended, as a coworker, Terry O'Quinn (as John Locke on “Lost”). We are volcanologists working in an apparently isolated area, though there is no impending threat at first. Eventually however, I develop some sort of insight into seeing what is to come, though this is more as a typical pretense in somehow subliminally directing my dream (which happens a lot in non-lucid dreams). There are about six or seven in total working in this setting.

I inform them that they all died - though speaking of events about three days from now. They seem a bit wary of my advice that they should leave. They do not want to scrap the study, but I somehow convince them.

Suddenly, at one point as we are walking, we are all in the Cubitis living room. I gaze cautiously at a small bright orange circle (like a shallow hole possibly revealing orange rather than red lava inside) on the knotty pine wall to the right of the hidden door that was there in real life, somehow linked to a light switch in this otherwise dark room. (This is a sunrise metaphor and waking precursor and seemingly symbolizes a desire to somehow see my deceased parents prior to the new day as both my mother and father used that room during different time periods.) There is a sense of electrical energy rather than volcanic and there is no threat, just a sense of awe and curiosity. The others follow my lead willingly. There is an interesting scene of an earthquake but I inform them that there is still time to escape.

There is a scene where Michael Dawson shows up to drive us to the airport. He looks as if he has been badly burned by being close to the eruption, though it is more like an unrealistic type of “burn” where he is more like a shadow made of ash. It is an unusual effect but he seems perfectly fine and is even cheerful.

At a later point I am looking at Terry O'Quinn through the window of a commercial jet airliner that is flying high in the sky (and it seems I somehow phased through the wall of the aircraft I had just been in to do this). He notices me and there is the idea that I am his guardian angel or even his idea of God. He is aware of me and acknowledges my presence in a somewhat cautious but respectful manner.

Finally, there is a bizarre scene where I am looking at the front halves of the heads of all the volcanologists as they are lying on the surface of a table in a medical laboratory. They are slid around almost like dinner plates a couple times. I am trying to work out where the rest of their bodies are though they seem fairly alert and are answering questions and getting examined somehow.

There seems to be a question over how I knew they would have otherwise died. I reveal my ability, which supposedly came from some sort of injection in this same laboratory. A female medical worker seeks to give me another injection to undo my abilities but I cause her to fly backward across the room and against the wall with telekinesis. I am able to fly away as well as to help the volcanologists escape their second possible fate of being lab rats.

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I was in school, at the main hall at first floor. It was a sunny and warm day. With whole class we were waiting for our lesson to begin, it was after the bell rang. Suddenly new head director appeared and started shouting at us and told that lesson should begin soon. With group of few people we escaped to teacher's room, I took a seat while others started turning on computers. After a while a brown haired woman in yellow blouse and jeans appeared. Her hair were arms long and curly, she looked like she was in late twenties. She started lesson with us, but she was paying attention only to one dude who had big troubles in school.

I was in a barn (?) with some other people, hiding from zombies outside. I had a pistol, and I think I was planning on making a run for a nearby building where I had more ammunition stashed. At some point I somehow "damaged" the ammo I had, deformed the bullets so they would no longer fit into the gun. Some of the rounds looked like chess pieces or toy soldiers?

I'm in a RV camper. It's supposed to be my student home, which I share with some others. There's at least 1 girl and then there's the Turkish guy I used to live with in reality. I don't see them, but I have the knowledge that they also live here. I rummage around in the kitchen for a tiny bit, discovering a stash of guitar picks. Are these my friend's? He used to live here. At firs I think the girl has stolen them or something. Then I consider the option that she is also just a guitar player. I start rummaging around in the glove compartment, which is somewhere off to the left side, instead of in the front. My stuff is in here, mostly toiletries. I then notice another person's toothbrush and what not. Damnit. This is my compartment. First I think that it is the Turkish guy. Then I consider that I live on the 1st floor and he lives on the 2nd floor. Why would he stash his stuff down here? Then I consider that it's the new tenant's stuff, who needs to learn who has which space. I get out my toothbrush and my toothpaste (there's about 3 tubes in there now). I have to get an ant off my toothbrush. The camper is driving autonomously. I consider that I should just park it somewhere. I'm not going anywhere specific, so by just driving around it's wasting gas. Mere seconds later, on its own, the camper pulls up to an outdoor rest area where I can shower and brush my teeth. No way! It knew it had to do that? It can do that? I consider that I might be in a dream. I quickly try to insert a finger on my right hand into my left palm. It doesn't go through. Hmm..

This is the first time in quite a long time that this check has failed me.

Dream 1 non-lucid: I found myself in a non-lucid dream in my hometown. They seemed to be under a form of martial law. I had to help deliver a baby which was odd. And the fact that a childhood friend I haven't talked to in quite some time was by my side all along the way. None of the places were actual places in my tiny small hometown, lol. The soldiers were invading an event at the high school & I was being ushered around like I had been beckoned to help everyone. Apparently I got there in time & we ran them off. There were celebrations at this point.

Dream 2-Non-lucid: Oh & this was the dream I couldn't remember yesterday but did recall today. Non-lucid but very bright & vivid. I was in this city with hotels, casinos, eccentric themed shows. Anyway, I was being approached by different kinds of people who wanted me to move there & work. It had a connection to a glamorous casino/hotel I dreamed about before. So I was walking & talking quite a bit in this dream, in restaurants & those other places I mentioned. I noticed a theme going though & didn't want to move there to work. There were many con artists in this dream who were working with other people to make me just another "mark" for these jobs. See, if you took the job you'd have to move there & it was just a vicious cycle of the landlords wanting people who lived basically hand to mouth in the end. You'd make just enough to pay for rent & do your job with a little extra after that but basically you could never move away & are surrounded by people you don't know & can't rely on.

That first dream I think came from listening to stuff about the elections. Someone had mentioned martial law being a possibility if the "elite powers that be" don't think Hillary will win they could invoke martial law after they create something that would allow them to do so.

The second was about my husbands job. They sent out legal documents to all employees by law because they are going to do a mass firing of at least 100 people starting very soon. Just FYI, I used to work there too so I know a lot about how government likes their private businesses run. They make the batteries that goes into the space shuttle, all kinds of weapons, including TOP SECRET ones. The list is extensive & the new buyout was unprecedented. Some one bought all of the plants, not just 1 which happens sometimes. They have already fired a crazy amount of ppl including very smart people. It's a scary scenario.



Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown