non-lucid

I met a young boy who was in a school play. I gave him some advice on nervousness, and relived my days of school plays. After the play I went to a party store to get ready for the after party. The store was owned by that kid. I was telling my parents how much I respected him, but deep down I wanted a store of my own. Eventually the store was torn down and every item and shelf removed. I started talking to a cute girl working there and a moment happened that was identical to yesterday. I remembered the secret of eye contact and spent the entire conversation staring deeply into her left eye. It was very beautiful and so detailed, I could never reality check something like that.

But from now on I will. Whenever that moment happens in my life I will become hyper aware. At least I'll try.

Dream Signs:
Deep eye contact
School Play
Parents

I was a footman with raiding force that wanted to reclaim it's land from evil warlords. I had a chainmal, throwing axe and a hand axe. The fort was surrounded by huge, circular wall made of wood logs. The entrance wasn't heavily guarded - women of different age with throwing axes. With my group we rushed to battle, avoiding their thrown weapons. I let only one of the women alive. She seemed somehow familiar, she had long blonde hair and was tall. We let her free and moved onward, to find ourselves a shelter for the night before striking warlord next day. We've found safe spot inside an abandoned shed and fallen asleep.

I hate this game
It feels like I’m playing a very realistic game. It starts with me and some other guy being stuck in a run down room about the size of a smallish bedroom. The walls are grey from dirt or whatever. There's also a small dog. In the corner is a messed up wooden door with a padlock on it. On the other side of the room is a dark hallway that will lead us to who knows what. There's one more door, to a storage closet or something. The guy enters the hallway to explore. On the other side of the door I can see an older man. I think he has a tanned skin. He definitely has some dreadlocks, though I think not all of his hair is dreads. For a moment I wonder if there is some understanding between us. I vaguely feel a connection. I open the door to the storage and accidentally hit the dog, who was just digging for something it seems. It seems like he's found something. The dog has found a tiny hidden space in the ground, which contains a key. I use it to open up the padlock. I think at first the door doesn't open yet, but eventually it's wide open or it has disappeared. This happens while I'm on the other side of the room. The man starts using blow darts to shoot at me. He doesn't shoot me directly. The darts ricochet off the walls 3 times before getting to me. He doesn't always hit me, but it's scary enough. A few times I get hit on the back, which hurts. I grab a large bamboo pole from the closet and attempt to scare him off. It works a bit. I follow him outside. I know I should be waiting for the other guy, as I shouldn't leave him behind, but... The man has upgraded to actual bow and arrow now. He's perhaps 5 metres away from me. I need to cover this distance fast if I don't wanna die. I smack the bamboo pole around, trying to distract him and throw him off balance.

Attack
I'm sitting in a tram in Amsterdam, as obvious from the lay out of the tram and the blue / grey colours. To my right is my girlfriend. We're sitting sideways, on the left side. Somewhere in front of me (so on the right side of the tram) is a black guy about my age, with a backpack. I've got a bad feeling that he's gonna be shooting up a lot of people, though I don't remember why. I think I saw a gun. I'm not sure whether I should say something. In the mean time I'm still trying to figure out where I need to go, using my girlfriend's white iPhone SE. She mentions a stop and I hope she's wrong about it. I quickly unlock her phone with the finger scanner. Damn. She's right. This is also the place where I suspect the guy will start shooting. He and some other people have already exited. I can loudly hear the first two shots. My girlfriend wonders what it is. I immediately tell her to hit the floor. A few seconds later we run to the back exit and to the other side of the tram stop. There are still people just sitting there, unaware. I see the guy again. By now he's moved close to a grass field behind the tram stop. At this point I get separated from my girlfriend. I think I leave her behind, though I'm not sure why. The guy is still shooting people and I'm getting way too close. I hit the ground, pretending to be dead, but doing a shitty job at it. I still crawl around a bit. Is that.. yep, that's dog poop quite close to me. I think I can also feel some underneath me. Fuck. I take on some more dramatic positions to make the guy think I'm dead, though I've crawled already. He's shouting something which seems to be aimed at me. That he'll shoot me too I think. For the time being he seems to be focused mostly on getting other people. He shoots a bit in my direction, but not with real intent to kill. I can't help but wonder if this is a form of solidarity cause we're both black. At this point the dream kinda happens several times, or it is just my imagination running wild. He runs out of bullets and needs to reload. I get up, dash over and tackle him. I sit on his chest and pummel his face. He's still got a grenade in his left hand though. Hope he doesn't blow me up with him, or throws it down my shirt or something like that. I see all these things happening, but none actually happens. In the end I've pretty much beaten the guy to death. In the aftermath I (as the other black guy) end up being mistaken for him and getting arrested. Surely there must be witnesses around who can state my innocence.

Now for some lightheartedness: I'm.. at home? I guess. I've got a magazine which the AH [Dutch supermarket] mailed to me. It's still wrapped in plastic. They've included a live hamster or guinea pig or a similar rodent. It's in the plastic, together with the magazine. It can barely move. I take a moment before releasing it. I thought it was sad, but I needed to process the fact that the supermarket had just sent me a live animal through the post.

Non-Lucid to Lucid: My family was going on a vacation on a big river or lake somewhere. There came this big rain & some of us had tents that were right next to the water & had to try to find other places to sleep. Things were just so surreal at this point so I knew I had to be dreaming & became lucid so knowing my family I wanted to see what else was to come that I could amp up on steroids through lucidty. But for now I was seeing where we were walking along & it was going well under the circumstances so I was just waiting for my "in". Then we were going down the dock on our way to get the the buffet that was supposed to be available but went right past it cuz it was just this one little cart. So we were disappointed. It was time to go look for other things to do but Mike called & ruined it!

Oddly enough it reminded me of another dream I had years ago on a lake. It just popped in my head & that was pretty cool in itself... I'd say this dream was probably about me being overwhelmed & wanting to do some positive things with my family where I don't have to think about the stressful things for a while. It's all about time management. But this weekend is about Mike. He needs to take a vacation day for himself & not just use them for shit that needs to get done so maybe next week or weekend. I also want to get back to doing a little wbtb stuff next week & hopefully some chaining. Setting an alarm helps a lot.... I also had a failed v-mild which I was using a mirror but not gonnna elaborate cuz it's a little personal.


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

False awakening. I thought I'd woken up, and was in the shower with a portable heater pointed at my face. I could see and feel the glow. I looked away, and suddenly it was standing on top of the door handle. I found this so bizarre, I concluded this couldn't be real. I shook my head to try and wake up, and sure enough, I woke up in bed. The real one.

I was at the top of a large tower (ancient Persian). I'm on this round terrace built all around the top of the tower. There is no guardrail, but I hold on to the supporting pillars (the ones holding up the ceiling) as I clamber around the tower. I'm quite scared of heights. I find no way to get inside the tower. Once I had climbed around it twice, I suddenly see open doors (I feel with my hand to make sure it isn't just a window) and walk inside. The inside is a rather roomy dining hall of sorts, way too large to fit into such a small structure. I'm not sure if the following happened before or after the tower. Claire was there, in the dining room, standing by others. but I felt like she (and those others) were of a "higher caste" and thus out of my reach. I did try to get near her and interact with her, but never actually directly tried to seduce her as I feel it is hopeless. As usual. In an earlier scene (I think, the order of memories is a little vague), I think there were a lot of people, including old friends (Fenn & Barra) and people from school, and I think we were grouping up or something, for some kind of challenge. The tower thing?

I was in a very rural (and cold) region of Russia. There was tundra, and patches of snow and ice everywhere. I was in some kind of muddy, outdoor parking lot, located on the side of an even muddier trail. There were quite a few people there. Some guys (kids?) wanted to show me their motorcycles. I acted all interested, and got on one of them. They were still enthusiastic, but careful - and told me not to do anything. Before they knew what was happening, I had started the bike and raced away from there. I felt like I had "a job to do", and I needed this vehicle to do it. I rode a twisty asphalt roads for a bit, until I knew I wasn't being followed. Then, I turned around and rode back - back onto the muddy road next to the lot. There was a lot of police and bystanders on the lot after my theft. I turned off the engine and "pedaled" instead, as if it was a part bicycle, part motorcycle. This was, I managed to quietly ride past them, and escape. During the ride, I noticed it had been a long time since I had ridden a bike (5 years in real life, I stopped after a crash) - but it went well, and the bike had a surprising amount of grip despite the mud, snow and ice.

Me and a partner entered a dilapidated building, a kind of giant warehouse. We were there to kill two monstrous dog-like monsters and save two women who were being attacked by the beasts. The beats were probably based on Woola, the 'dog' from "John Carter", a movie I watched the day before. The beasts created some kind of 'portals' high up on the walls. They would drag their prey up, and inside he portal, where they would be consumed. Anyway, we both had suppressed pistols. My partner engaged one of the creatures on the far side of the warehouse. Suddenly, I had a machine gun instead. I encountered the other creature in the corridor right before entering the actual warehouse. I shot and killed it with the MG. I realized the the girl, who looked like Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider reboots, was safe for now - despite hanging from one of the portals below the waist. I decided to go help my partner instead.

I went with my grandfather to a dark place, presumably up north. There were long nights and very short days, just a few hours that felt like minutes. In no time, I wanted to go back, but I knew I needed plane ticket.

I needed to flee a house/lodge/shack on a hill. The environment was once again cold, and possibly snowy. There was a short way down, but I "failed" (it was like a quick-time event in games), and came down a little further. I was forced to climb over several wooden structures/obstacles to reach the helicopter (?) for extraction, before the whole place blew up.

I only remember an area by the water, probably the docks. I remember swimming, and a dressing area for women that I was sure wasn't there before.

Lots of dreams today. My sleeping "pattern" is getting more f*cked up by the day. I sleep from 5 to 15 these days (5AM to 3PM). And when I wake, I can "choose" to re-enter a dream in seconds, "on demand". My memories of these dreams are crystal clear after I wake.

In the first dream I had traveled back in time, and witnessed my own birth. I was talking to a doctor. Suddenly, he got an alert and rushed to the delivery room. I followed him through a narrow, white corridor, while recording him with my smartphone. I remembered an earlier scene, in which someone showed me a (real, not digital) photo album with pictures from my birth... and the picture I looked at was one of the doctor running through a narrow, white corridor in front of whoever took the picture - exactly what I was seeing right now. After waking up, I concluded I had to have been the one who took the pictures before I traveled back. Temporal paradox! We were in the next room, and the baby was born. Somehow, my mother (or father) weren't there. I said something to the doctor. Perhaps I suggested naming him (me), because my mother wasn't there anyway.

I was a character in an RPG game. We were in some kind of dark, partially flooded dungeon. Two guys went on ahead to retrieve an item (they had to get in the water, and dive under some kind of gate/fence) - but didn't return. I went after them. I dived, swam and retrieved the item they wanted. The boss and our mage were indeed dead. When we got back, another person said he could use the item to forge some kind of armor for me. I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. It was still early in the game.

The dream took place in a post-apocalyptic desert. We (me and another guy) were in the dunes, surrounded by tall "zombies" of sorts (a kind of mythical undead, not your average zombies). We found a Jeep, and used it to drive through and away from the Z's. I had a lot of fun with this, driving up and jumping down the dunes while driving with one hand. We got to an large abandoned city, covered half in sand. I descended down some rubble, onto the street. Suddenly, a guy appeared on top of the rubble we came from. He was some kind of badass, and owner of Jeep we stole to escape. We seemed understanding of our situation. I think he had a rifle (AR15 type), and started to explain to us how to use it. Given his apparent experience and air of badassary, we decided to listen.

In this dream, there was a guy who had stolen something, or was transporting something. He'd swallowed it, or carried it under his skin like some drug dealers do (or like the opera singer in "The Fifth Element". I was just an observer, not an actual character. The badass future version of Claire Bennet had captured him. She said she would cut it out of him, but she said it in such a menacing way, you had to feel sorry for the poor guy.

I was looking at a painting, and discarded it for another painting. I was using them to travel through time.

I was watching a movie with my mother. At some point I thought I recognized "Caroline", a girl I used to know in middle school. My mom said it wasn't her. It probably wasn't.

This dream took place in some kind of large wooden shack. It was quite dark. *REDACTED* Sylar, another character from "Heroes", was raping her (Claire). This was an event I was "tasked" to prevent. He was doing this to her, but to my confusion, Claire seemed to be enjoying it. To my shame, I was turned on by the sight. *REDACTED* I traveled back in time. I closed my eyes and envisioned the shack in the past. I started "seeing" and hearing input from the past, while my senses from the present went dull and eventually disappeared. I was back in the shack, but before Claire and her female friend (?) arrived. I think I managed to convince them to leave. At some point in the dream, I remember thinking (or whispering "save the cheerleader, save the world", the show's catchphrase.

I somehow got into a fight with Sylar. I could freeze time, just as I was about to throw in a punch. I realized that if I unfroze time for too long, he would no doubt destroy me using one of his many powers. But if I kept it frozen, I could never defeat him, or escape. I decided to freeze and unfreeze time every second or so, so my fist approached his face bit my bit, but he was unable to use focus and use a power in the short timespan between "freezes". I hit him right in the face, and he was defeated. My allies came in, several men of whatever faction I was with. They congratulated me for my deeds, and apparently saving the world. I wasn't interested in the world, though - I was madly in love with Claire, and I wanted her to love me back. At this point, my behavior mirrored that of a character of a book I'm reading - Raoul from "The Phantom of the Opera". In true 19th century style, it was as if I expected her to have some kind of obligation to love me because I saved her. I spoke to Claire, who was also in the shack all of the sudden, standing by wooden workbench. She no longer looked like herself. I told her the truth, that I loved her and that's why I "saved" her. She just kind of nodded "uh huh", and that was it. I was heartbroken. I was mad, and I think I drew my sword in anger (it was a katana). One of the guys in the room was Asian in origin, so I noticed.

In the next scene, I was sitting in a chair, in an opulent Victorian palace. It was a celebration of my "heroics", because I had saved Claire and saved the world from evil while doing it. I was still in a foul mood. I cared more about conquering her heart than the world's safety. I stood up, and said "forgive me, friends". I took my swords (they were two golden ornamental swords, in a very unusual shape), and held them up while preparing to travel back in time. The idea I had in mind was vile, and beyond selfish. I would go back, but arrive just too late - when Sylar was already having his way with her. I would then save her, and in doing so she would see how much I loved her. I was prepared to allow her to get hurt and abused, just so she would love me. I was sitting again, still "casting the spell". I noticed Claire standing on my left with a few other people. I lowered my arms so she would not see me "cast". Much to my frustration, I failed to travel back in time. My ability simply refused to work. Begrudgingly, I accepted this outcome. As I started to wake up, I somehow felt like this story would have a happy ending still, and "knew" she would come to me and we'd somehow end up together after all.

Me Arshia and Simon went up north to some resort. It turned into a wilderness nightmare. We were hunted by a T-Rex out in the open, with 10 square miles of land to avoid it and sparse trees. After a narrow escape we returned to the resort only to find that it was as second rate as it gets. In the morning we were playing music when an old lady came down to tell us to quiet down and then she just decided to hang out with us, I guess she was lonely and lived here.

Then the strange bit happened. I took a shower. I found moisturizer in a cupboard that said on the label it had to be used in the shower. I didn't reality check because I could read it perfectly, and I'd already put some on my hand so I just got in the shower. The bathroom was tile and had a drain on the floor as well as in the shower, and this is when it got strange. I moved the water in a certain way that it all flooded into the bathroom itself, probably because I didn't pull the curtain closed. The water that got on the floor of the shower however started shimmering with an extreme quality to it, exactly like what the water does when the spirit of the forest arrives in Princess Mononoke. I watched itin fascination but DID NOT REALITY CHECK! So frustrating. Then I spent another 5 minutes studying the floor of the shower itself which was completely destroyed and made it feel like the floor of the building could collapse at any moment. The tile was smashed in chunks and had several drains installed in some makeshift way as if that was the proper way to solve the issue instead of just repairing the floor.

I woke up shortly after.

I was in school, with a girl from my class we were making some kind of project. We were doing it in some kind of landscape editor, editing tiles of a volcanic island. Teacher liked our results.

D1: Non-lucid- I was granted access to the Ellen Degeneres set & became friends from her. She showed me around in the building into secret hangout places & into a hidden parking garage. We hung out for quite a while but there was nothing remarkable about it.

D2: Non-lucid- I was hanging out with Steve Moses from season 17 of Big Brother. I don't remember much of the detail but we watched him sitting on the block waiting to see if he was going to be voted out, lol.

I have no idea what either of these dreams even mean.


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

11.07.2016

That's How Much I Want This Job (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So I'm currently job-hunting, and there's a particular job that should've gotten back to me this week--one that I want massively.


The first part I remember is having to crawl across a large pipe above a huge pool of sewage. It stinks even worse than normal sewage I'm sure, and has a distinct vomit smell to it. I'm with three other people at least, split into two groups, though I don't think we're competing at this point.

Me and a girl are taking it in turns to try and cross, but we fall off and into the sewage often. This then makes the pipe more slippery, and makes it harder and harder for us to not throw up ourselves. The girl is using a plate to throw up on so that it doesn't go directly onto the pipe. I don't throw up but I've never been able to taste such a horrific smell in my life. It even follows me into waking life when my alarm goes.


I'm then in a skate park kind of setting, but instead of ramps there is a large multicoloured canvas stretching over about 200 square metres, and raised unevenly at various points, as if a sort of tent roof.

I repeatedly (at least five times) climb up on one side and walk tentatively over what I deem to be the strongest parts to the other side, before jumping down and starting again. I do this in the hopes that it will help me get the job. There are two other people doing the same, far away from me, and one guy in particular I can see; he often picks up a skateboard and attempts to skate on it slowly. I worry that this will get him more points.


Shortly after, in the same area, I'm on an astroturf pitch with various others a competing for the job. There is a coach-type figure, who will decide who gets it. Among the other applicants are some people I knew from school, but never really liked very much.

I can't remember if there's anything he gets us to do, but I go off to the toilet, before worrying that I could be missing valuable time to impress the coach. I realise I've been complacent about my chances, and notice that there are still a lot of people in line to get the job.

I dread to think of the people from my school getting it, as I feel they don't deserve it (they're not even in the same line of work as I am).

I was a monster from a movie that was destroying everything around and was extremely annoying. It was in some kind of flat with houses and administration offices. I was smashing every object and grabbing reach women, then kissing them.

I was with my aunt. She was attempting to show me some video of something on vhs. The video she put in looked like it was an after school special from the 1980s, and as we let it play it became apparent that the teenagers on the video were talking about being gay. It wasn’t the video she had hoped to show me, but before she could remove it my grandfather (her father)whom had been in the room— played by no other than George Bush Senior in this dream- became upset and started lecturing my aunt on how it was wrong to be gay, why would she play a tape like this, etc. I tried to step in and said that young people think differently now, and that there was nothing wrong with it.
He listened with a concerned but not angry look on is face, and then tried to explain to me why it was wrong. He asked me if I was an artist, I said yes and that I was pretty left-leaning in general. I said didn’t know what it was like to fight in a war but maybe some people he fought with were gay. (Thinking of Bush’s WWII days I guess) He tried to list statistics and I forget what happened after that.

There was an open door to the outside and I heard the sound of a hawk. I knew before I looked the it was a baby hawk, and I went and picked it up and moved it over to a ‘safe’ place on the edge of a parking lot with other little baby birds.
Later I was handed a kitten, and I walked round with it and showed it to people.

My husband and I were on a trip in Europe. We were at the beginning of a many-legged-flight. The plane almost left me behind. Instead of being inside of the plane my perspective was from the rear outside of the plane and as if I were laying in bed. We were in the air for what seemed like five minutes when the pilot began the landing procedure. I felt the plane speed up tremendously as we descent, and we landed on a cobblestone or brick road in between to long rows of cargo shipping containers. The plane drove along this road until we reached the sea, and the he stopped the plane perched on a semi-steep rock, so as passengers exited they had to step partially in water and then climb up a wet, slippery rock. The pilot laughed at us.
We had landed in Spain or Greece (people were saying both) though it looked more like a town from a fantasy novel. The sun was setting and the sky was pink. There were giant, intricate marble statues of animals and trees all around. I was taking photographs. Some people went into a convenience store.


Thoughts:
Hmm. A conservative patriarchal figure. The subject of homosexuality broached. Baby birds. Traveling, planes, statues. I keep wondering if any of this was spawned by something I watched on television recently. Especially the George Bush part. WTF was he doing here? He sort of reminded me of someone…not my father or grandfathers…I can’t place it. This just occurred to me—I wonder if he was supposed to represent my aunt’s real father (my Mom's real father), who passed away when she was three and before I was born. He was conservative and religious, and he fought in the Korean war. My grandmother had remarried when I was very young so the man I knew as my grandfather on the side was my mother’s step-father.

The giant marble statues almost seemed like Gods. I have thought a bit about mythology recently, and perhaps I was scanning the gods from above in my mind in this dream.

I was hanging out with some people. An office.

I was being chased by my classmates from high school. I was with a male friend, but they're after our "group." (not sure what group) Two of my classmates chased me and my friend in a forest-like area that's reminiscent of USLS's small forest near the coliseum. Friend said he'll draw them off, but I worried that they'll still chase me. For some reason, they didn't. After a while, one did. I was trying to post on social media that I'm being chased and including the names but I didn't know yet who were chasing me until they got close enough.

I was avoiding one taking the phone away while I was running and typing.