non-lucid

Only fragments thanks to my obnoxious alarm clock. I was waiting, with a group of other people. I think we were some kind of club. I think we were waiting to go home, but I could be wrong. The leader, a woman I think, casually left early, but we had to wait longer. I think two of them were kind of like "trusted members" to whom she delegated some of her tasks, but this could be false memory because the "leader" made me think of someone I used to know in real life (interpretation mixing with memory). I also think I remember a phone, one of those old early 2000's ones.

I was at a prom. I finally finished my school and decided to go to that prom. It was a dull and boring party, one girl tried to know me closer but all her efforts failed all the time. The room was a bit dark, there were two long tables with food and drinks. People were often going out, I sat with two dudes I knew from previous school, they were there for some reason. They were selling something to others. Suddenly it all was empty, I went outside to check what's going on. One entrance was heavily crowded so I took another one and met with people. They took sprays and roamed around, painting everything around. I took one spray too and followed them to know what they are planning. When we were passing by my car, I was afraid that they'd paint it. It was really dirty. I joked to one dude that if they'd paint it, the spray would fall out with mud. Then we entered a church and they started spraying it. I couldn't do that and left the church immediately. Then I heard people talking about me, I wanted to go inside and shout at them, but I decided to leave. I ran down a sidewalk and met a little boy going to church. He asked what happened, and I told him that they have desecrated the church. I ran onward and met another group of people. They were aggressive, shouting at me. I thrown a spray at their direction and hit one of the girls in head. I quietly said sorry and ran away.

Next day I woke up somewhere in an alley close to school. I felt weak and had really strong headache. I heard strange noises during attacks. I needed sugar to stop these attacks. I went back to the ball room and met a receptionist. I said that I forgot something and had to get back. I went to closest table and after some sugar.

Fireworks
I'm in what seems like my mom's living room with some of my best male friends. One of them is apparently the inventor of some very popular fireworks called the draaitol. I never knew this. How come he never mentioned this? He starts playing around with fireworks in the home. At one point I'm afraid he might set the place ablaze.

Money
I'm in a restaurant with my best male friends. We have just finished our food and it is time to pay. The bill is in IDR. My meal is IDR 22.something. I look in my wallet and spot the green IDR 20.000 bill and put it on the table. It takes a while for me to realise that I haven't paid enough. I should also pay a beer which cost ~ IDR 44.000. I go through my wallet again for more money. I am IDR 10.000 short. Either the dream changes, or my mind is playing with me. I'm suddenly thinking in euro's. My part of the bill is ~ € 66. I tell my friend that I can either pay the remaining € 10,- later, or I can give him IDR 100.000, which is about € 10,-.

Only Non-lucids but my recall was interrupted by life yet again. Meeting with my sister n law & her husband so we can decide the next step for her living arrangements due to her Alzheimer is increasing rapidly. It's very emotional & am not looking forward to any of this. I basically can't think much of anything else.... I actually had to go swimming today to just not think about it for a while.

I was working on [something?]My mother wanted me to help some woman clean houses in WA state.
I could see a field near the ocean, with a series of identical 2 story brick homes facing the beach.
My right shoulder hurt. Someone suggested selling my shoulder muscles as implants, because people did that apparently. I looked at my hand and my fingers were dirty.

I woke up sleeping on my right side in a weird position and my shoulder hurt. Fell back to sleep after reading for a while.

I was traveling with my mom, dad and little brother- my brother was only 5-6 years old and my parents were young. We stopped at a brick apartment/hotel. We were only supposed to be traveling for 1-2 nights so I didn’t bring a change of clothes, only a couple of different shirts. We had dropped off our things at the hotel and I was trying to barricade my dog inside so she could see out of the window but not get out or destroy anything. My dad wondered if the lady managing the apartment was trustworthy. She looked like an old boss of mine. I was at the car but decided to go back inside to grab a sweater or something. I encountered the manager opening the door to our room or the house as I was trying to, and I wondered briefly if my dad was right to suspect her, but she seemed nice so I didn’t worry too much. I think I decided to grab my dog and bring her with us.

I briefly remember being in a car with an old schoolmate, someone I haven’t thought about much at all in many years. Weird.

My dad was driving, it was very dark out, and he didn’t have the headlights on. I was in the backset with my brother, mom was in the passenger seat. I screamed, ‘I can’t see!’ and my dad turned on the headlights just in time for us to see he was veering off a bridge/cliff. He almost corrected it, but the back end of the car had fallen off and dangled for a moment before tipping. We were falling but we couldn’t see what was below us. I had hope it wouldn’t be far, but the longer we fell, I realized we would all probably die. I held my mom’s hand with my right hand but I could only see the hint of her blonde hair in the darkness, and I held my little brother’s with my left hand, I told them I loved them and tried to stay calm. I woke up.

Another fragment—
I asked my dad where my dog was. Then I saw a car parked in the middle of the road ahead of us.
It was daylight, sunny. I saw my dog jump out of the car, wearing a red harness-type device. It was mesh and covered much of her abdomen, and one of her hind legs were stuck in it, so she couldn’t run or walk properly. I ran to save her, but she kept running from me. I finally grabbed her and my dad intervened and was rough with her, pushing her in the face. She bit in in defense, and it was bad. I felt very angry with my dad for treating my dog so violently. I yelled that she had never bitten anyone before and it was his fault. I worried he would tell and she would be quarantined or taken away from me. My dad looked upset, but stoic too. I eventually asked him he was ok. The bite was on his thumb and it looked deep.

Thoughts:
This all seems pretty straightforward, I didn’t feel safe with my dad. He also treated animals rather callously, although he did love them. As far as the first dream of my mom wanting me to clean houses—maybe I feel like my mom wishes I were more conventional and responsible.

It was my birthday and there was a series of parties, ending with us going to see a movie. We were top row so I went down to the bottom where an old lady tried to kick me out of a seat just to have power over a stranger.

I remember I was sitting in a college class. A girl from one of my high-school classes was in the class and being annoying. I didn't know what the class was about and didn't care about it. Instead, I was playing Kerbal space program and landing on the moon. She came over to me and saw what I was doing and told me not to be playing games in class. I told her the professor wasn't there and we had no work to do so it was none of her business telling me what to do.

I remember the professor came over and said that it was good that I was doing something. He was giving a lecture on philosophy and how something could be a representation of something else, and how KSP was a representation of the Apollo moon landings.

I remember clicking to plant flag, but there was a new option for the kerbal. "Drink Space Beer". I clicked it to see what would happen and the Kerbal threw off his spacesuit and left the helmet on. I remember he had a very muscular male body but it was green since he was a kerbal. He started rolling around and got covered in moon dust. A window appears and says "Drunk kerbal has rolled around in the moon dust. This allows them to have an extra suface sample."

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I remember that I was a really good cop/detective type guy who had been captured by a criminal. He took me into an abandoned building where he had a makeshift surgery center and all this technology. He then said that he was going to rebuild me as a cyborg that was under his control and use me to fight the other police. I remember he said that the main implant would go in my stomach and he showed me a jigsaw.

The dream cut to black, but I kept hearing my character scream, and the criminal say things. I then remembered that this wasn't a criminal cutting open my stomach and putting weird technology inside of me, but rather a movie about a criminal cutting open my stomach and putting weird technology inside of me that I was helping to film. But for that part of the movie, all I had to do was provide the screams since they got a fake dummy body with a moving mouth to do the surgery scene.

I remember when I woke up I had all of these technology and readouts like a robot. Most of them were orange and black in color. I remember the criminal had fled because he couldn't install the implant that would control my brain without killing me because he didn't know how. I was still able to control the cybernetics. I remember running a systems check of my body and confirming that all systems, both biological and mechanical were fully functional.

I remember bringing up a data catolouge with a google search bar. I could have any information at my fingertips just by thinking about it. But internet explorer was my built in browser. I downloaded chrome.

"Cool, I can rewrite my own software!"

I remember looking at some data about the planets aligning and losing that portion of the dream.

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Someone said something about me giving them a computer mouse and they could make a copy of it.

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I remember I was in my backyard, semi lucid. A girl in an orange dress with yellow prints of palm tree leaves approached me. She said her name was "Banana Pineapple Beach hat" or something. She asked me if she could get on my shoulders. Being the drooling semi lucid idiot that I was, I allowed her and started jumping. But I would jump much higher than normal as proper lucidity worked its way into my mind. When It did, I took off flying and carrying her. She didn't say anything.

I remember I did some flying maneuvers. I had a very good awareness of how the extra weight of the DC made me have more inertia and was able to compensate. I flew close to some houses and through some tall trees in my neighborhood, and something about Manei came up. The girl I was carrying wasn't her. No energy. I then remembered the Task of the Month, to try and fly at light speed. I couldn't do it with extra weight.

"I'm going to have to drop you off. Emphasis on the 'drop'."

She didn't respond to me. I pulled in low over a body of water (about 15 feet above it) and got ready.

"Are you ready?"

Still no response. I just dropped her anyway and took off. I turned and looked up at the sky. It was cloudy and dark. I tried to imagine myself moving towards the clouds and heard myself accelerate past the speed of sound and my flying jets turn on and spool up (I don't think they were on before.) I cleared the clouds and saw a starry night sky with the band of the milky way visible. I looked back and saw the curving horizon of the earth shrink away into the whole planet. I looked back at the stars and started screaming "like I was going super sayian" I thought at the moment.

I saw the stars begin to stretch into lines. Like when the Millennium falcon goes light speed in star wars. I saw the earth was tiny now and went away. I saw a thing that said I was going 9901c. So I guess I was going OVER NINE THOUSAND times the speed of light.

"Man, I hope I don't hit someth- why did I let that thought enter my mind?" At that moment I hit a large planet/small star. It looked like a brown dwarf gas planet. It was actually brown in color with bands glowing red on it. I remember viewing the collision from third person and unable to stop it, seeing a tiny streak hit the planet and it exploded like the death star explodes with a shock wave. I woke up rather suddenly.

Man, I need to get back in lucid dreaming shape. It was pretty much a fluke that I got lucid and remembered a task of the month. I take as a sign that I need to focus on this more.

Morning of July 2, 2016. Saturday.



In my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna and family as we are now are living in an unfamiliar and unknown location. I need to go to the grocery store before it closes, as it is late at night. Even though the location is unfamiliar, I seem to somehow know where I am going when I leave our house.

I walk mainly down a sidewalk in an area where there are no buildings. I am headed towards a bridge that is perhaps half a block long. On my right, across the street, I notice a ninja in black jump up onto the bridge railing after it seems he had come from the middle of the street ahead. At first, I had thought he might be approaching me, thus I remain wary. I am not sure if it is a teenager intent on attacking and robbing me though that feeling is not that strong as I keep walking. It may be that he has no intentions toward me. This remains unclear.

I seem to discern another person ahead of me and in lighter clothes, but walking towards me. However, this person seems to either disappear or also cross the street to the other side. I have a vague impression he may be connected to the ninja as part of a gang. Still, nothing threatening happens. The ninja remains on the railing in a squatting position.

There is an odd and atypical dream within a dream where I am reading about an older male from China concerning some sort of anecdote of the author’s. This occurs as I am walking but my dream goes back to the original setting after a short time.

Eventually, I cross to the right side of the street and enter the unfamiliar grocery store. An unfamiliar and unknown Asian girl is the cashier at the one counter across from where the shelves are. There is one aisle on the other side. Even though the store seems to be closed at this point I tell her I will not be long. There is a shift, and I already have two small bags of groceries without any recall of either picking them up or paying. I then tell her, as I am heading toward the doors, that I need to get one more thing, a box of cereal.

I find myself going to an area that is apparently in the back of the store. I notice that it is a mess, with various items strewn across the floor to my left. Otherwise, there is not that much on the shelves. I walk out back to being near the counter and ask her where the cereal is and she makes a note of it being on the other side of the main area. I notice a box of cereal (at the top of the shelf) which is Weet-Bix but mostly cinnamon flavored and consider that I will just grab that. I still do not have full recollection of paying for anything as I leave, though my dream fades from there.

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I have had other dreams where a certain part of a grocery store was messy or under construction or repair. It may relate to improper diet and the under construction aspect may relate to healing and cellular repair - or, it may just be incidental to the transient nature of the dream state. Shopping for food dreams are fairly common for me.

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A bridge typically represents a consciousness shift within the dream state. This is validated in this case by the ninja in black jumping up onto the bridge railing before I cross the bridge (though again, across the street from me yet seemingly just appearing from the middle of the street), which seems to be a less interactive form of the waking precursor. In this case, the ninja may be a curious variation of my own shadow form that has appeared in a number of dreams since early childhood, primarily in two forms, both forms implied to be my own shadow (regardless of how far away or even being of a different orientation). In the one form, it seems to be “matched” to my dream self as I test to see if it is my dream self’s shadow and in the other form, it seems to be my conscious self (doing different things than my dream self) looking into my dream and watching my dream self. However, even in the former, it seems related to a subtle awareness of conscious activity and emerging (that is, growing and clarifying) self-awareness.

I was in some kind of tower, fighting my way up to the office of someone really important. I had many followers and we went there to fight with something evil, vandalizing whole tower on our way. We finally get there and had to fight with that important person.

When we finished the battle, I had to run away from special forces and towers security. I sneaked through offices and got out through the back entrance, getting out of the building and entering sewers. I quickly got out of there and climbed to rooftops, then entered ducts. Suddenly someone found me and I woke up.

I accidentally dropped two library books into the ocean. Actually one was accidentally kicked in by my niece and I tried to catch it but couldn't. I was on a large ship in the middle of the ocean and I was afraid that the water was too deep for me to retrieve them. I was worried about how I was going to return the library books.

I was traveling. I was on a boat. I thought it was just a short travel, then we went to the open sea and saw tall waves. I was excited.

Bed: 23.30
Wake up: 07.55
Now: 08.05

Fragments
» I'm along the side of a highway. There are some metal fences and quite a large gap which I use for parkour practice. I perform several precision drops to the fence below me. At first it's going quite alright, but as I move further to the right, the likelihood of falling into that deep gap increases. I become more careful and as a result, don't execute my jumps well.

» I'm with friends, on the bicycle. We're with quite a large group. There's one couple, who are friends of mine. A girl who is supposed to be my girlfriend is also present. I'm just having fun together with the guy of the couple. We're at the front of the group and my girlfriend is more to the back. I think this is gonna cause me to get into some trouble with her later on. It feels a bit as if some part happens twice. At some point I'm in a bookstore, when my girlfriend catches up. She mentions that something that she was cooking was slightly burned.

» I'm sitting at a table, with my old classmate Re next to me. It's evening. It's kind of a warung type of place. She has her head placed in my lap a few times, which ultimately leads to some sexual jokes. At some point I wonder where this could go, but there are people around, so it's best not to do anything.

» I meet a white guy who seems to be an Australian in his 20's. He tells me that he has been appointed as the new manager of BAM cafe for a few months.

» I'm riding along a big road on a motor, together with a friend, who has his/her own motor. It's a little bit of a rundown road. We actually seem to have gone in the wrong direction, not that I really manage to care. There's an explanation of sorts. A voice over? At one point there is an explanation about poor people taking out loans and carrying the money home with them in inconspicuous bags. I consider for a moment that I could easily steal this woman's bag. I won't. It'll cause a lot of trouble for her.

» I'm with my friend Julia. We just went out (with a group?). It's evening, dark. At this point it's just the two of us. We arrive at what's supposed to be my place. There is some chemistry, but isn't she married? Nothing is going to happen at my place anyway, as it's a men only building. I ask her how long it would take her to get home. She mentions it's 20 minutes walking. I tell her I can take her on my motor. She refuses at first, but because it's quite long and it's dark out and she's alone, I offer again. She says it's a good idea and thanks me for it. She also tells me not to expect anything to happen, but in a way that says that there is a possibility of something happening.

I was in a city that reminded me of the Final Fantasy VIII Ether City or that futuristic city, I-forget-the-name of except the buildings were a lot taller and the city was HUGE. I was in a car when I went 'on call' it was like I was James bond or something because I had a 'mission' but it was unclear to me what it was within the dream. I ended up stopping at a 5-star hotel room waiting for a response from a mission caster within the dream. I was also having hot steamy thoughts in the dream that were sex related. I stopped at the counter were I was to get a room, the lady says it was 500 dollars a night, 500 dollars?! In my dream they wanted my social and all this crap I wasn't just going to hand over to them so I ended up feeling depressed at the end of the dream because I had a girl with me.
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Money dreams are a trap. I need to invent something were currency is run by intuition or clarity, and me being the dreamer should know that I have control. Anyways I think I was trying to get laid in the dream by a really hot korean/japanese girl. She was really cute. This dream kind of excites me for future dreams.

Non-lucid's only. Lost them due to being woke up by family showing up & I'm burning up with a cold of some form or an allerg. Personal shit going on. Can't stay on here.

30.06.2016

Death in the House of Cards (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

First one back. Pretty basic, but it's a start.


I'm in the world of House Of Cards, in some sort of lab. There's some weird green insect, about the size of a small dog, being extracted from Frank--I don't know what for.

A woman doctor is trying to not let me die, while undertaking some kind of operation, I suspect to make me stronger or something. The whole lab ignites from her intensely passionate concentration.

As I leave, I see a guy flicking through politicians' profiles on his computer--including Donald Trump--trying to decide who next to target for whatever reason. He says to me, 'watch the exit'. Walking through the lobby of the building I see someone I recognise say 'I want to shoot someone today'. An innocent passerby overhears but it's too late, and one of the politicians I've just seen on the computer is killed in the crowd.

I walk out the unguarded exit, as part of this was clearly meant to be a distraction. I look to the left to see Trump walking out of the building in a different direction, and I suspect he has been turned into a sleeper agent.