non-lucid

Dream - Lucid

I dreamed a little more than this last night, but I really felt the need to record these, as they were quite vivid, the second one also being very intense.

I was teaching at a summer school/camp with my friend Rachel, who is also pregnant. Her baby had a rare birth defect where its heart was developing outside the body (this is a real thing btw for those who aren't aware). She and I were sitting together and she started crying. I closed my eyes and felt so sad for her. I put my hand on her leg. I believe I may have even shed a tear. I asked her about the operations they would have to do on the baby. The sadness I felt for her was very intense.

We were all assigned one child for the program. They would actually live with us (and apparently I lived at my parents' old house with them). Mine was a little blonde girl in the 5th grade.

The program's classes were divided into grade levels. Both Rachel and I's kids were in the 5th grade level. The classes were held outside in these station/kiosk type things. I saw my child playing there. I then had to pee so I went to the bathroom. The stall was like a port-o-john but only had a small, narrow place to sit and a narrow hole to go in. It was built for kids, and I "remembered" this from when I was at this same school as a child. I started to go but was peeing on the floor. I adjusted and peed on my underwear. They were soaked by the time I was done so I took them off and threw them in the garbage. I then heard people outside. A young female teacher saw the pee on the floor coming out from underneath the stall. She assumed the toilet had been backed up and overflowed and I let her think that, as I didn't want to tell her that I peed everywhere. She got a plunger-type thing and started to plunge it. Dirty, poopy water came out and splashed me in the face; I guess it was backed up.

I then was walking back to the play areas outside with the teacher; it looked to be evening outside. I was telling her that I had never planned on becoming a teacher, but I was excited to start my real teaching job in the fall.

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I was in what was my mom's car in a parking lot at night with my brother. We were parked but I'm not sure why. Both of our parents were dead; they had died not long ago in the dream, maybe days or weeks prior. We now were using their car.

These two college-aged white guys came up to the car and started trying to harass us into letting them in. They wanted to rob us. We locked the doors and wouldn't let them in. They started to laugh and got an ax and baseball bat and took them to our tires. Whatever, we were still safe. I saw and heard glass breaking as they did this, but I wasn't sure what it was coming from. We watched these douche canoes fuck up our car. I kept thinking about our parents, and how empty it felt without them.

I then decided to call 911. My brother was just going to call the police, but I felt we needed urgent help. I misdialed it at first, dialing 912 or something instead, and then redialed and was given hold music. I didn't care, I'd wait if I had to.

My brother then had to get out of the car for some reason; I think the cops were there. The guys saw the opportunity and tried to get in the unlocked door, but I locked it and the back door (which was also unlocked for some reason) quickly, before they could get in. They were mad, and I gave them two birdies, one with each hand. This infuriated them, and one pulled a gun on me and started to shoot. He hit me in the neck multiple times. I saw the hole in the barrel light up with each shot, and felt the shock of being hit. I was in shock, surprised that he had actually opened fire. He seemed surprised as well that he had actually shot me. I was holding my neck and saw a cop in the back window. I held my hand out to him and he reached back to me.

I then was out of the car, I think with my brother, walking to an ambulance. I was getting dizzy and woozy from loss of blood. We walked by the guys who tormented us; they were sitting on a curb smoking (at least one was smoking) while police searched their car. I hoped they were going to get arrested. I was then laid on a gurney on the back to the ambulance, which was actually on an open trailer being pulled behind it. I heard them say they could see my bone and my heart, which is how bad the wound was. I was then being driven with my neck wrapped up tight in a scarf. No one was back there with me.

I didn't have a lucid, just a non-lucid but I totally lost it due to being woke up with a spider bite on my stomach. It hurts & there is a knot but as long as it gets better I'm not too worried.

I just finished reading a fiction book that was really great so I'd encourage others to read it. It's called "Lucid" by Jay Bonansinga. It's in the horror section & is a dark book which was cool.

I am at the top of a little hill with my friend Grace walking down. Then I find myself walking around Walmart with my aunt. We get to where the loofahs and the shampoo is. My aunt goes on ahead and calls back that she'll be there soon. Then, back by the shower stuff, a girl with pink and purple hair walks around at the end of the main isle. Her mom, basically just an older version of herself, comes and they are talking to each other. Then I didn't finish the dream because my Grandmother was calling me for breakfast

I recall only a fragment. I was in my front yard, whole family gathered there. It was a dark, cold evening. Someone sent me to our attic to find something lost out there. I climbed up a ladder and entered the attic. I immediately felt that something was wrong, the air was somehow heavy and I felt that there is someone watching me. I backtracked to ladder and heard terrifying and strange noises as I was climbing down. I went to toilet and saw that there is an ominous, dark hole in the ceiling, leading straight to attic. It was a joke made by my brother, but he didn't knew about the thing that was up there.

Okay, I was married to someone (Jasper? I'm not sure), and some other woman was trying to come between our marriage. She was beautiful, but I don't remember much from her appearance except that she had blonde curls. For some reason it was "required" that she come and live with us, stay at our vacation homes, etc.--so we let her, even though I knew what she was up to. I can't remember if my husband was suspicious or not, but I did my best to keep a close watch on her.

So, we went to a vacation resort. Perhaps that place was an island, I'm not sure, but there was a lot of land and water, and several pathways that clearly hadn't been explored. To try to paint a clearer picture, there was the town that everyone (local and vacationer) stayed at, but you could go into the woods of the town to have a real adventure. If you went far enough in the woods you would come to a clearing of sorts, and then you would be able to walk through the field, left or right, and look at several other pathways.

At some point my husband and I, when exploring that field, realized that the other woman was nowhere near us. We--and especially he--became worried that she had gotten lost in one of the other pathways and was injured or dead. We began looking for her, and he almost went through one of the pathways before I stopped him. I told him that it would be better for us if we actually went to the town first, so that we could check the places that she probably was, before we started checking place where we don't even know she had gone near.

So, we followed the field along until we came more to the town's western end. I remember that the post office was just to our left, and I decided that we should check their first. Almost as soon as we opened the door is when we seen her, holding a letter that would go off to someone. My husband and I were both relieved, and we stopped to talk to her a bit.

Then the three of us went to a party. There was a new thing that kept going around, that people with different sun signs were able to enjoy different sweets that were catered to them especially. It was revealed that the woman was a journalist, and so at the party she was talking to people about that, and about their food. One Scorpio woman told her that they were "very traditional" when it came to their food--in other words, every year at that party they would bring their links, their burgers, their cake, their French fries, and every year they would not care at all about anything else (and in any case, you could tell that woman didn't like the idea of "Scorpio cookies").

I sat down and thought about the poverty of the town we were in, and also our own poverty that my husband and I lived in.

When the party was over, the three of us left.

Maybe the dream just skipped forward into the future, or maybe I just can't remember, but suddenly my husband and I were trapped in a small dark room--possibly even a closet. It was clear that she had done this, and neither of us were able to figure out how to get out. The point of view switched from first person to third person, went out the door and down the hallway. As the POV was travelling I noticed wires upon wires, with a few machines here and there. The hall almost looked like a cave (but I was pretty sure we weren't in a cave). Finally, after a considerable distance, the woman was there, as was another man. They were wearing all black and were discussing my husband's and my demise. I can't remember exactly why they were going to kill us--either it was for our money (what money) or because they were assassins and it was their job to. Either way, she had not been able to "come between our marriage" like she had wanted to.

June 14, 2016: #2 of 3: I am in what appears to be a head shop examining various pipes made for the purpose of smoking marijuana. They are very cleverly made out of various materials such as wood, glass, and stone. One of the pipes is very intricately carved out of wood. It has a recess for your chin which places the outlet of the pipe right at your lips. It is intended more as a work of art and sculpture than as a practical means for smoking pot. It appears to be carved out of mahogany or some other dark, hard wood. I pick it up, examine it closely, and even fit it to my chin to see how it works. I wake.

June 14, 2016: #1 of 3: I find myself waiting for a preoperative patient at the nurses desk outside of the operating room holding area. I greet and shake hands with P**** R***. I grow bored waiting for the patient to arrive so I decide to go to my car in the parking lot to listen to some music. As I settle into my car I realize that my beeper has a broken button and is probably not operational.

I suddenly grow concerned that I might be late in my arrival to the operating room. I struggle to find the correct entrance to the hospital. I wander around an area that closely resembles the outside garden area of the Home Depot and another area, seemingly indoors, which has corridor after corridor of home goods for sale, almost like a Target, Walmart, or grocery store. I asked several dream characters for directions into the hospital, but no one is particularly helpful.

After a great effort and much fretting, I finally arrive at the doctor's lounge. I realized that I have dried blood on my right wrist from the prior case. A discussion ensues with the dream character who is evidently an anesthesiologist. As I wash off the blood I remark how easily body temperature blood can get on your skin without you realizing it. I wake. The time is 3:23.am.

Sleep from 8pm - 3:20am

I got accepted to JPL school in Texas. It's not just a campus, but a research center and exhibition park with all things space. It's somewhere up in the hills, so high, that they have to carry up even helicopters.

I'm excitingly trying to call my brother to tell them I got accepted to JPL, because he was going for a visit there. But there is no signal so I'm going to wait till I skype him from my room.

I'm with my old classmates and a teacher having orientation. After that we take some escalators down into living habitats, which are huge building towers. The escalators and everything is full of visitors, tourists, people who work and live there.

We stop on the bottom of the escalator, because friend of mine M wants to get a drink. One bar is closed for some celebration, so my friend and someone else pulls out half full bottle of pear vodka and make mixed drinks at outside tables of another bar. I wonder where they have the bottle before.

Then we take a people mover that dips deep down into a wall and ends up at a boarding platform. We need to cross from Tower A to Tower B where we have living quarters. We sit down in nice cusioned seets on this transportation device that looks like a disneyland ride. It has about 7-10 seat rows. The attendant comes by to check our resident cards and I scramble to find one in my backpack. When she scannes it, she tells us that we have to wait for the next one, because this one is full. But it clearly is not, so we feel discriminated against because we are from another country.

So me and 3 other males ask how to get to the other tower and we are told there is some service tunnel. We get there and there are many heavy doors opening and closing fast to let fast moving people moving carts through. They are going really fast , we can't even see them coming or going, just a blur. Somehow we get through few doors, I see those guys running through them, diving through pipes and openings in the wall. But we have to turn back, because it becomes more dangerous and people just can't get through there.

14/6/16
Dream 1: I was at home, my grandparents came over. I went driving around near the athletics track with my dad.

Dream 2: My parents were yelling at me for holding a spoon wrong or some silly thing like that.

Dream 3: I was at a shopping centre and crashed a sjw lecture. I dressed like a lecturer and walked up onto the stage and gave them a blasting. I just walked out, greeted the actual lecturer and then went down some escalators. I then walked out into the car park and started flying out into the night.

13/6/16
Dream 1: Milo was in a tower and doing his usual routine.

Dream 2: Playing Wizard101, being in a glass roofed tube, some pet stuff.

Dream 3: I was at a party, a friend was filming something to do with a lemonade bottle, cake and dip.

Dream 4: I was sitting in a café with 3 other people talking about online privacy laws.

12/6/16
Dream 1: There was a Shoe0nhead video where it was like an alternate universe where she had only just discovered feminism a few months ago.

11/6/16:
Dream 1: I was playing Wizard101 trying to level up.

Dream 2: I was playing some sort of MMO trying to lead an under levelled and not very skilled group in a boss battle.

Dream 3: There was a bomb that exploded outside, I just survived it. Singapore had invaded and become our overlords and gave an edict at our school.

Dream 4: Fun time with a women.

Dream 5: Milo Yiannopolous was giving a talk, first in a bus and then in a library, pretty good speech.

10/6/16
Dream 1: People were trying to catch flies for some reason.

Fragment: Archaeology

Dream 2: I got tickets to a music festival.

9/6/16
Dream 1: I was at a train station before an exam trying to solve a very difficult maths problem.

8/6/16 (Chain posting a week of dreams cause of laziness ftw)
Dream 1: I was at McDonalds and ordered this brand new Ramen and Egg burger. It was quite small circumference wise but very tall and quite delicious. I then went into a building and down an elevator into a lazer tag type place with a friend.

Dream 2: I was on a sort of adventure with some rogue types. I think some sort of drug was involved. I was in a sort of tower to find a gem stone of some kind.

Dream 3: I was helping a couple of girls that I know with making a spaghetti bridge. It was a bit crooked and I suggestsed using magnets to straighten it out, well one of the girls came up with it which I acknowledged when she pointed it out and apologised. The other girl wondered if she could Strap it to her chest but I thought that wouldn't work due to her large er.. chest.