non-lucid

Created Tuesday 09 February 2016

Couldn't remember anything of other dreams, save for the one below.

Dream 1 - Hurry Through Lunch

The visuals were pretty clear. I was sitting in one of the back desks within a small classroom, a number of early highschool aged kids around me. The teacher, a dark haired, light skinned 50-something year old woman, was busy filling things out on her wooden desk. Built on the white wall behind her were a few shelves, each directly underneath a row of windows below the ceiling, dim sunlight peeking in.

This began with me working vigorously on some kind of writing assignment, which I eventually finish and turn in. Wasn't much to do then but look around at stuff.

At some point, two figures hurried inside. Both were wiry, bespectacled young girls, 10-12 years of age, and each with light skin and blonde hair. In fact, the two looked exactly identical. Anyway, the teacher ignored them as they ran around the classroom. Must have been her daughters?

A while later, the teacher begins returning composition notebooks back to the students. Upon handing mine, she claimed something of doodling too much and not keeping to task. I just knew I wasn't going to get graded well for this, and assumed I got lazy with homework to begin with. Still, I was confident that I'd finally rid myself of this course easily when I aced the exam. There was something on the teacher calling on specific students for some review, but I'm not sure.

After that, the teacher admitted to having no further lessons before the exam, which was about a week away. So she had us pass the time by watching movies on some black CRT TV screen on a rolling stand. But I wasn't to interested in that, instead taking my time to look through the notebook. There, I found some familiar doodles, the very ones my nephew and I have scribbled for fun. Did I turn in the wrong one, I wondered?

I then noticed those girls laying on the shelf, as if hiding for a game of hide and seek. The furniture didn't seem as if it would hold.

Things get a bit fuzzy for a while. I know I exit the classroom and wander the hallways for a while. Eventually, I find myself waiting in a long line, which I somehow knew was for entry to the cafeteria. The register was occupied with some tan skinned, spiky haired Asiatic guy, who was a bit impatient. When it was my turn, I fumbled to reach for my wallet, during which several others behind me were attended to first. I then paid in card, reaching for the pin pad next to me, but it seems this was charged in credit rather than debit. Likewise, I found it a bit odd at not having to sign for this. There was also some confusion on me having to tear off a long, bar-coded sticker for some reason, which I folded together to keep it from having it getting stuck in my pockets. Anyway, I felt I held the line up for long enough, and hurried along.

Inside was a relatively small, overcrowded cafeteria. There, I found yet another line, which I went to. I waited for a while, before noticing the time from a clock nearby. It was about ten minutes to ten, which I knew meant I hadn't much time before the next class.

Eventually, I arrived at the serving area, which was more as a buffet than a traditional lunchroom, with the customers serving their own food from glass-shielded counters. After grabbing a paper plate and a few plastic utensils, I noticed a variety of meat and tomato sauce stews, mostly chicken drumsticks, and one that I smelled as pork. But these seemed too watery, rubbery, and generally unappetizing, so I didn't take much of either. I then saw several kinds of pastry items, guava pastries and honey glazed filo meat pies amongst other types. I took as many different varieties of these as I could. There was also several kinds of desserts in the center of the room, including squared, whipped cream topped key lime tarts, but I hadn't time for that.

At that point, I noticed some kind of checkout area in the front. Realized this was where that sticker would come in handy, making me lament having folded it. I fumbled to take it out, and had further problems unsticking it. The attendant there, having had enough, just bade I continue on. It was kind of embarrassing.

Well, I rushed down to a seat and chomped down at the chicken, which was about as tasteless and poorly textured as I expected. I glanced at the clock to see I hadn't even a minute to spare. So I tried reaching for more, when I noticed I instead grabbed on to an orange handkerchief, which was apparently covering my plate. All very confusing. Anyway, I began scarfing down the guava pastry (which, I would admit, was especially tasty) and grabbing hold of the other stuff with my hands to run off with them. All with much reluctance, as I knew I never washed my hands earlier.

The dream fades as I hurry out the door.

I am at my church eating doughnuts and m&ms. When I sit down in the pews, I am next to a girl I don't recognize. She recognizes me, though, which is strange. Then all of a sudden I am outside with my dad. We are walking up a long, tall stairway. When we reach the top, the girl from church is sitting there. I ignore her. I see my friend sitting down on the streets far below. She shouts up at me, asking me if I am going to Iowa. I tell her no. Then, she throws me a snowball, and I drop it. It lands right in the center of a garbage can, and I give her a thumbs up to show her that it was a good throw. I walk around a bit and suddenly I am at the entrance of my church. There are tons of different political signs. There is a lady putting up Hillary Clinton signs really fast, and I am rushing around like crazy to take them around. I remember also taking down a Marco Rubio sign too. When I walk back into the church I go to get another doughnut. There aren't many m&ms left, but I eat them any ways. Then all of a sudden my grandma is there and my mom is telling us that we are going to go to Pizza Ranch. My grandma says that she isn't going to come with us. So, just me, my brother and my moms are suddenly at Pizza Ranch filling up our cups. I fill it to the brim with Dr. Pepper and it starts to overflow, but I drink it before it does. We are in the car driving away from Pizza Ranch. My mom makes a turn onto the highway, and I think that she did I good job driving.
Lately either in DEILD, naps, or during WBTB's I've been able to gain a small amount of control over my dreams, but I loose control very quickly.

9/02/16:
Bad night of sleep but 3 dreams and fragment recalled so its all g :p
Dream 1: I was travelling to school on a bus but for some reason I missed my stop. I then had to wait an extra 15 minutes for the bus to turn around and come back, but I had plenty of spare time so it was ok. I started talking with a girl in my class about this book we were reading. The book was by lady Gaga about divas or something like that, and we spent a good deal of time discussing the implications of the book.

Dream 2: I was helping my younger brother play minecraft. He was trying to build a garden/house underwater and was struggling. I told him to go into creative mode to which he replied he was going to do that anyway. I then built a little house for him showing how to make roofs and stuff look nice. He didn't seem very appreciative but whatcha gonna do haha.

Dream 3: I was in some sort of Skyrim like world with a woman as my companion. We needed to get into some vampires castle due northwards of where we were. We moved out from the outpost we were hiding in and then, seeing a mass of guards to the north, travelled east to a small, weed choked village. Once there we sought refuge in a small cave home from another patrol of guards. I think we found some manner of weapons or armour in there, which we quickly donned and then moved back outside. We rushed back north west, ducking and weaving behind vegetation to not get caught. We eventually made it to the vampire castle, but we were spotted by guards. We jumped into the castle but they had prepared for us and I think we died.
We then respawned as such where we were before and attempted to get there again. This time we hid in a house halfway there, but there were a few guards in there we had to kill. We then made our way back to the castle for another attempt but the dream faded.
(Side note: I really need to investigate this sort of thing as a trigger for lucidity along with gravity. Many times I have noticed, in both video game dreams and regular ones I sort of redo things, as if I have respawned and are trying again. I think I need to pay attention to feelings of deja vu or doing things multiple times.)

Fragment: Something about water jetpacks/boards.

Non lucid, but super fun rpg-ish kinda thing! I'm a little foggy on the order of events, as dreams tend to have that non-linear thing going for them anyway. I'll try my best to make it make sense for us all. There's going to be a Part I and a Part II. The two parts are only slightly related, but can stand separately, in case you want to read one or the other but not both.

PART I - The Cube, the Sphere, and the Triangle

I have no memory of my sister's name, or mine. Just her boyfriend, Charlie. They met at a Ramen Noodle house and fell in love and started dating. Charlie was a scientist, and he was working on inventing something that was pretty controversial. Meaning everyone either believed he couldn't do it, or that he shouldn't do it. My sister unfortunately, was occasionally on the "shouldn't" do it team. Not because she really felt that, but because she was bipolar bat shit crazy. Half the time she was my sweet, smart, pretty, blonde older sister who I looked up to. But then she'd randomly spaz out and get these fits of paranoid delusions and try to start attacking people. Charlie and I started to get a little closer about the time my sister started trying to attack him with syringes.

Why my sister went cray cray: I don't recall my past, but I believe I was raised by our parents. In England. Because I had an English accent in the dream (don't laugh) but hers was American. She was kidnapped as a child by a freaky American woman who claimed to be her Aunt Ruth (<< I remember it was a name that started with R). Sweet Aunty Ruth told my sister that she (my sister) was brain damaged. She wasn't really, but she grew up believing it. I don't know how or when we were reunited, but the damage had been done. Most of the time she was normal, but you never knew when she'd have one of these fits, or what would trigger it.

Charlie was almost done with this project, that was basically a tiny but powerful apparatus. It reminded me of that thing Doctor Oct was trying to make in Spiderman. But instead of this thing having the same power as a small star, it had the capability of producing massive quantities of water. Oh yeah, there was a water shortage on earth. Charlie set it up in a park, hoping to help keep all the plants and animals there alive, and then see how green things could get from it. It's hard to describe, but he set this little shiny metal box inside a giant clear sphere. The sphere was full of teeny holes. When the box was clicked to "ON" I guess haha, it just exploded with water. Once the sphere filled with water, the force of it shot out through all the tiny holes in very fine sprays. And there was some electricity involved because I remember he turned it on at night, and the water reflected all these different colored lights. It was AWESOME I wish I could draw it. It looked like a very fancy water fountain installation, except the water came from itself.

My sister had tried to stop him at the apartment we 3 lived in earlier that day. She attacked him with syringes and he fought her off. She ran off and we hadn't seen her since. So I went with him to the water installation site because I believed in it, and him ofc (yeah you know where this is going). The sphere put out sooo much water, that it began to form a small creek that was moving downward through the park. I grabbed Charlie's hand and pulled him into a run, so I could find where the water was headed. It was already connecting to the town river, which had been dried up for ages. He said it was better than he had planned, and I felt proud In retrospect, I sure hope the cube had an "OFF" switch

Later on Charlie and I were back in the apartment, waiting for my sister. We talked about her past and stuff, and he seemed to have an unspoken forfeiting despair about her. Or was that just wishful thinking. Hey it's MY dream We stayed up a while, and I remember him trying to do some experiments on the drugs in the syringes she was attacking him with. Turns out they were tranquilizers. Where on earth did she get those? Anyway, we both laid down on opposite sides of the same bed. I think it was my bed, yeah it was, because my phone and charger were on my bedside. We both fell asleep, but my phone went off at 5am, and I swear that this was a glitch alarm. It went off and Siri said "It is 5am, and you need a massage." "Charlie, I swear that this is a glitch on my phone, I didn't make it do that." He just laughed and started rubbing my back anyway. A moment of silence please while I recall the massage ............

It was not the kind of massage that you give to your girlfriend's little sister, I don't care HOW crazy she is. But I was the one who supported him and believed in his work, and you were the one attacking him with needles then running off.. [shrugs]. Neither of us said a word, he just kept rubbing my shoulders and back, while we laid on our sides, and I kinda kept scooting closer, and so did he, until we were practically spooning. Then he stopped, and took one of my hands and just held it over the covers. BUT he held it over the part of the covers where is tra-la-laaa was. And I could tell that the massage had an effect on him too, and he was making me painfully aware of it. Many times. I rolled over and laid on his chest, and wound my fingers around the elastic band of his boxers, but went no further than that. His heart was pounding in my ears. It was too much, I felt guilty. So I got up and so did he, and we sat at the breakfast table playing with blocks, waiting for my sister still. I got sleepy after a while and decided to go back to bed. I kissed him on the back of his neck and that was the last time I saw him. Because after I went to the bathroom (didn't go back to bed), and put on this amazing costume and did my hair and makeup, I went back to the kitchen and he was gone.

Part II starts out as me looking for Charlie, but ends up being something quite different.

Part II - I'm an Ancient Wizard on a Mission

Charlie was gone, which was too damn bad because I looked crunk! I was wearing a dress that looked like something Arwen would have worn. Lots of dark maroon crushed velvet and black lacey stuff. My hair was down, dark red and all the way down my back. I looked like some kind of ancient sorceress. No idea why I did this, but I believed I WAS an ancient sorceress too. I guess crazy runs in the family. I left the apartment and was now in a huge fancy hotel. I felt like a wizard in the wrong time. I was confused by elevators and phones. But I managed to find my way to the lowest level bar, which was decorated to look like something from the dark ages. It was as if the hotel was holding a convention for LOTR, because folks were dressed that way there as well. Ahhh! My kind of people. Maybe they know where Charlie went. I walked around the bar, and people looked at me with mixed fear and interest. I got a few wolf whistles and ended up shoving an approaching man away from me with magic. No Charlie here..

There was a section of the bar roped off for VIPs, but at the time, I didn't know what VIP meant. I just knew that there was more bar to search for Charlie. It just had one guard, so what. "Ma'am this section is restricted for.."
"I LIVE HERE!!!!!" I opened the door furiously with more magic, and he let me by. There weren't many folks in this bar, and none of them were Charlie. I asked a waitress if she had seen him, and she said she hadn't, but if I would like she could contact me. All she needed was my cell number or an email (wtf is a cell phone or an email?) "Not necessary, I will be back." (Cue Terminator Theme) I walked around a bit more and one guy had a pet wolf. The wolf ran up to me growling, but before it could attack, I tamed him with a thought. Then he wouldn't leave my side until I decided to go. I gave some verbal command in a made up language, and he ran back to his master. As I tried to leave, my foot got caught in a phone cord. "Damn you 21st century!!!" I hissed. I tried to hang it back up the way it was, but you could still hear the dial tone. I just looked at the waitress and said, "It appears to be broken." And then I left. Had some trouble with the elevators then woke up.

Charlie was played by none other than the very handsome Paul Greene:



Ahhhhh.... thank you subC.

I'm in a competition, something in english I don't remember. I win the big prize, a trip to Venize. It doesn't look like the real deal at all; it's a big, green and lush prairie, with low, soft rolling hills. I walk around a little, listening to the murmuring grass. I spot a old, gnarly tree with a very dark, almost black bark and big off-white flowers. Their petals are thick, fleshy, with a waxy sheen and a very soft, floral smell. I pick a butch of them, the twigs holding them snapping easily. I try to put them into a pan filler with water, but the are so big I can't make them all fit.
After that I'm vsiting a house with a small group of people. It's mostly one long room, with green rottin furniture, fairly used; in place the rottin is faded to a soft, light gray. There's also potted plants clustered here and there, painting touches of colors in the house.

The dream started with me moving to a new home with a dream friend. My luggage arrived at night of my first day there.
They laid it in the snow on my front lawn. (the visual reminded me how some movies i've watched where dead bodies are arranged in the snow.
like all dirty and bloody in crisp freezing ice.)
I went to pick it up, and almost all the cases were damaged with holes/opened.
A cat had rummuged through one of the bags and pulled out a lot of items to create some sort of shrine in a whole in the ground.
I shined my phone light on it, the hole led to separate tunnels. Fruits and random things glowing warm red light sitting everywhere.
Didn't want to touch because cat was crazy. Took luggage into my seperate garage/shed. Girl was standing in the room terrified and yelling.
Floors and walls absolutely covered in blood, pictures of girls laying on the floor. I wasn't concerned about it.
I told her to chill out and tried to leave, a "ghost" was holding the door shut. I got it open.

Now I'm in an old house redesigned as a baseball museum, with some friends. We're drinking and messing with all the displays.
We steal some stuff, good time. I return the next night and everyone is acting weird around me, like i had done something unspeakable.
I had cocain in my pocket but no one knew about it, and i decided not to tell them.
A friend from highschool appeared in a real sexy/90's outfit and asked if i wanted to go to a different party.
we left but i never told anyone about the cocain.



i remember the visual of the freezing cat shrine very well, magnificentenenet.

I was running around a building trying to get out to a car that me and 3 other guys had arrived in, the car was a ford torrus and the kid had used the turrus as an alias. Anyway a bunch of stuff happened there was a stage and there were mushrooms and a security guard chasing me. I felt like I couldn't run anymore, my legs were tired, I thought "this is how dream running is but for some reason I didnt realize I was dreaming beyond that". I made it back to the car and that is when I realized the alias and the situation.

The next place I was at was gpas old house and we were shoveling snow around his garden which is grass, I was with my cousin Pat and Matt and my brother sam and maybe Katie. They had a sketchy backpack with beer in it and something else and they had their girlfriends coming over. We were in the garage when the sketchy back pack came out and thats about all I remember.

I remember my dream..!

There was a public execution that took place in my city. The man was burnt alive in the early hours of the morning. A strange thing happened though, that very same person paid a visit to my home. I thought he'd somehow survived his execution, and invited him in. We spoke about lots, though I can't remember exactly what about.

By morning the man was nowhere to be seen, and I learnt that he was indeed dead. So the one I spent the evening with was a recently departed spirit..!

Mac
I run into an old friend, Martin. He's standing somewhere near a wall, bend over poking around in his bag I think. I approach him holding his 17" Macbook Pro and my own 13". I ask him if he was looking for this. In fact he was. I think I thank him for letting me use it.

Foot drainage
I think I'm in my room at my mom's house. I'm concentrated on my foot, I think my right one. I got a wound there which is pretty fresh. It's still healing, getting a crust. I peel it off. I start thinking that I shouldn't do this, but I can't help myself. I've totally removed the crust. Next thing I squeeze and some stuff exits from the wound, in a similar fashion to toothpaste exiting its tube, except the hole is bigger and the stuff is pinkish. At one point I think I should stop, cause I'm draining my whole foot it seems. It's just sooo much.

Alexandra
I'm standing in an Indonesian club, perhaps 2 metres away from a wall. My friend Alexandra is standing in front of me. We haven't seen each other in a very long time. We give each other a very big hug, one that seems to be a bit more than just friendly. There are perhaps 3 people standing against or near the wall on my left, I think I know all of them. At least 2 of them are female friends. Alexandra asks me what I think of them, but asks me in a way that makes it sound as if she is trying to gage whether she's got competition.

7 February 2016

A little backstory here. I had just learned of The Flat Earth Society and was checking out there subreddit to try and...understand their reasoning. This was on my mind as I fell asleep.

This is the story of a young girl's journey to fame and stardom. A girl who would be thrown into an impossible situation but let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I cannot tell you how this began as details are lost in memory. All that I can tell you is a young girl did something in TV. Something amazing and spectacular. Something so mystifying that she was praised all over the world. She had earned the reputation of a dynamo, an explorer, an adventurer. I never caught her name so I will name her 'Beatrice.' What could be more fitting for such a denizen than a name that means 'Voyager?'

Everything seemed to be going well for the young superstar until the day finally came for her medal to be tested. I do not know how it came to this but Beatrice ended up making a promise to do what no one was able to do. To travel to the edge of the world. You see, in this dream the world was flat and everything was surrounded by an ice wall. Once one climbed this wall he would have to travel several miles across frozen tundra to reach the edge of the world. No one had succeeded in doing this but everyone was confident that Beatrice would be the first. The events leading up to this are hazy but I do remember that Beatrice was freaking out. She knew that she would not be able to keep this promise. She didn't know how it came to this or what she was going to do, there was no way that she was going to make it all the way to the edge!

The day finally came and the world was watching. They had made it onto the ice wall that we call Antarctica and a camera crew was there to watch her progress. She was going to make it over the ice wall...She made it less than a mile. I don't know what happened or what she saw but she came running back in tears. Words could not describe how much she hated herself. She was supposed to be the best, she was supposed to be the first but she had failed. She let everyone down. I don't remember how the world reacted to this but I do not imagine that they were kind to her.

I am on the school bus on the way to school. I realize that I am standing in the middle of the isle, slowly walking to the front of the bus. Then the bus driver yells at me, and I sit down, in the wrong seat. I laugh at my stupidity and push my finger through my hand to see if I am dreaming, but it doesn't work. I move one.
I am in my school library with my classmates. It is first hour. Rosa Parks is going to be coming to school to give a presentation. I remember thinking that she already died, but I dismiss the idea. When she comes, she is the only one standing, everyone else is sitting. I think that she should get a chair because she is so old. All of a sudden, she is sitting down.
I am back on the school bus at the end of the day. It is my stop. I walk up to the front of the bus to get off, but I realize that I forgot to bring my backpack, water bottle, and eos from my seat. I go back to my seat to get them, but they are scattered under the seat of the bus. I do an RC, but it doesn't work, so I move on.

I'm trying out a new format for my dream journal. I noticed I was having more lucids when I consistently kept better track of awareness and real life details.

I like a picture on fb by J.D. about having bought a house in Alaska. I think that’s so cool. I end up somehow visiting R.D. there and finding her in the bathroom. I tell her about how great it is and ask if she likes it. She says she liked New York better and Alaska has increased her BP. I tell her, “Isn’t that funny that cities lower your BP and the country increases it?” She agrees. They’re living with J.D's family. I hear an older man’s voice explaining the nature of true, genuine, love very eloquently and poetically. It’s in relation to my soul’s visit to R.D. I can only remember the general message: 'Hopefully by now they’ve realized that love is something that can be dismantled to overcome perceived obstacles and illusory barriers. True love can only present itself as the genuine and undying wish to help a person grow, which can only be done if one can look beyond the illusions and masks and stare deeply into their eyes and their soul.' I became aware that it was a dream voice. Though I was partially awake, the voice kept going. I was in awe that my mind could articulate this message so beautifully and naturally without any hesitation. It flowed so perfectly. D stirred and I immediately got up to write it down, trying to retain all the words I could. I had my hair wrapped in a towel and it was buzzing. I’m surprised my towel stayed on all night. I kept hearing music and kept trying to turn it off. I grabbed my writing dream journal and flipped to the last pages that were creased and were from my last vacation. A.W. had written under a few dreams, “Chloe, GLA somewhere else! We don't want you here!” Referring to a dream character. What’s GLA? She wrote more but I didn’t read it because I had read it before and knew what it said. I wanted to get to writing my dreams before I forgot the message. I checked my phone and had 16 new messages. Then I woke up for real.

Going on vacation. Lani from Wilcox is there and I see she has NZ dollars. She’s staying on a different island than we did and said we need to stay away from each other if we’re both going to visit or else we might keep running into each other. I laughed. On the plane a little girl demands a hot dog. I take her to see her dad, the co-pilot. It requires me to move from first class perpendicular to coach. I have to crawl and she has to watch her head. I had forgotten how cramped coach is, it makes me claustrophobic. She visits her dad who is sitting in the front row and he refuses to buy her a hot dog. When we land the mother and sisters are furious. They want to punish him. They ride on jet ski’s to get people to form a line. At a harbor you can see huge sharks in a huge tank. They’re used to power the cruise ship. Some workers get in the water and I wonder if they’re afraid of the sharks. I get on the cruise ship and it starts going, crashing on really high waves. I think it’s fun. On the lifeboats some workers are hanging out. Some are gay and cuddling. I get selected to be a dancer for the ship’s show. I’m not sure what my role is so I wing it. I’m suspended out to the side of the boat and try not to touch the water so I don’t get attacked by sharks. A professional dancer is there, too, so I try to follow her moves. I can follow a little bit, but still get lost. On downtime she tries to teach me. I see fast forward from third person, my extensive multi-year training. My training sometimes stalls the cruise ship departures.

I check on my cilantro and it’s ready to be cut, but the stems are buried by dirt and I can’t get to them.

Supplements: 1000 Vit.C, 3 collagen, 3 L. Tryptophan, 1 iodine, 100 niacin, 1 DIM
Mantras: NA
ADA rating: 1
Nightly Awakenings: X1 - barely remember it
WBTB: NA
HH: Buzzing before awakening. Loud cling sound while falling asleep
Dream Type: RD - partially aware
Total hours of sleep: 7:45

Dream - hell lucid
I don't remember much about this since it wasn't that great as a lucid, but the dream was pretty cool. I remember going down to hell somehow, maybe teleportation or something. When I got there the place was really awesome, like a giant cavern with fire and demons. I randomly realized I was dreaming and was like 'hmm I'm dreaming what's going on?'. I felt pretty stable in my environment and then focused on what was going on around me.. Unexpectedly the visuals just started to fade away from me, it was quite fast and I didn't really feel like I was waking up. I was drifting in that fine line of being awake and being asleep, there was mostly darkness and incoherent hypnopompic imagery. I started focusing on sounds, listening to the voice of an old man echoing in the distance. I found it pretty easy to tune into, and soon found myself listening to other sounds too..

I wasn't able to re-enter the dream or anything, last night in general was pretty interesting though. I slept right through until 4:30 without waking. The meditation seems to be helping me get DILDs as this is the second I've had since starting a week ago.

Created Sunday 07 February 2016

I managed to achieve a WILD or two, as well as a few other near LD states. There were also two other normal dreams I could remember between said states, and although I could only remember scraps of the first in these series, I do know it's contents influenced, and were later partially remembered, in later dreams.

Dream 1 - Hey, You! It's Time to Speed Up!

Scene 1 - Basic WILD Transition
After some time spent attempting a WILD, I finally felt a change in my state, a familiar dizzying sensation in my head. I soon intermittently slipped between this and waking up, until the last one had me instantly warping into another location.

Scene 2 - Flying Through Ice Cap Zone
The visuals started grainy and blurred. I was flying quickly through a snowy valley, pine trees spread all around. The environment was notably rendered in low resolution, blocky 3D, as in a Minecraft world.

Now, I was somewhat upset at being in this game once again, but I decided to run with it, certain the environment would eventually change for the better in time. Indeed, I noticed the visuals clarifying and becoming more detailed as I moved along, though still retaining a cartoony 3D look. This eventually settled to appear very similar to parts of Ice Cap Zone from Sonic Adventure, one side of the valley a glacier, the other a flat, lightly forested mountain range, all now under a blue sky. Much better, I thought.

Soon, I noticed a long row of purple flying obstacles ahead of me, a group of those hovering blade drone enemies. I simply tilted far above them without incident.

It was then that I noticed an unnerving lack of any audio. Thus, I vocalized my own sound effects, starting with the rush of wind blasting past me, and then the spinning blades of the robots below. Surprisingly, this, in turn, caused such sounds to emanate autonomously. And as a bonus, I even unwittingly caused music to play along. After following the melody, I determined this as Azure Blue World, the theme for Emerald Coast; highly unsuitable, considering the environment, but it was all quite amusing nonetheless.

A moment later, I could see the environment deteriorating around me. But, I remained calm, and awaited a transition.

Scene 3 - Normal Sonic Boss Battle
The visuals were slightly blurred. This occurred within a metallic structure, numerous red and blue blinking lights and electronic components glowing throughout. The environment was depicted in 16 bit 2-D graphics, angled as a side scrolling game. I was not physically present, but I was still aware of my dream state.

Two figures soon rushed through. One was Dr. Eggman on his hovercraft, who was being chased by Sonic the Hedgehog, both styled as in Sonic 3 and Knuckles. Sonic pegs Eggman's pod with his spinning jump attack several times before the screen locks in place, allowing his foe to fly off-screen. This new location contained a few elevated metal platforms over a flat plane. Eggman soon returned within some large contraption, his vehicle now plated in thick armor and wrapped in various tubular exhausts.

By this point, I lost awareness, all from curiosity on how things would proceed. Not too sure what happens in the ongoing fight, though I somewhat recall Robotnik hovering far above at an unhittable angle, firing down projectiles from the craft's tubes. I don't know what else happened, but the dream ended about a minute later.

Dream 2 - Touchy Enigma

I was in bed, laying sidways, my back next to the wall. Once again, I sensed a change in state.

I took this opportunity to imagine Eris, my prospective Dream Guide, being nearby. That's when I felt a figure embracing me from behind, though I brushed this off as more hypnagogic hallucinations, which I tried ignoring. But these sensations became even more abrasive, as if the enigma were groping me. I was quite annoyed at this, though I still refused to budged.

Just then, I felt an extra pair of limbs wrapping around me, taking me completely off guard. Was this it, I wondered? The entity's continued stroking startled me further, particularly as it placed its hands where I never expected, let alone would have ever intended.

I was thoroughly confused at how to proceed, and eventually, too disturbed to go on, so I willingly stopped this.

Dream 3 - Picture Comicbook Dream Memories

The visuals were blurred. I was sitting by a round wooden table in an unknown location. Moreover, I noticed my brothers, Jozua and Crispinus, nearby.

In time, I saw that Crispinus was drawing something in a little booklet. I asked to see it, which I determined had drawings related to Sonic, Pokemon, and various other media, all drawn in an exaggerated, childish, intentionally silly style. This triggered memories of a forgotten dream earlier that day, the book containing a sequence of events as had occurred then. I commented on such a coincidence, but was met with skepticism. One of my brothers claimed I was suffering from "confirmation bias", while the other thought I was outright lying. I refused to believe as much, but let the matter go.

From there, I could now see I was sitting at a diner or a similar eatery, a glass display counter behind me. I then got up to walk around, passing through a queue rail. I soon noticed another familiar figure, my uncle Metrophanes, nearby, who claimed to work in the place.

My uncle then showed me and commented on some photo album he was making. This contained several pictures of him at his job, and a few profiles of various other family members, including mom and various other aunts and uncles. He claimed he would sell it for boiled potatoes, of all things, which was apparently the specialty at the diner. I then happened to notice the word "potatoes", dollars signs, and various numbers scribbled all throughout the album.

Suddenly, he starts yelling at someone passing by from behind me. I turn to see just a pale skinned, light haired kid. Nonetheless, my uncle was suspicious the boy would try to steal from the place. A woman soon took the kid and dragged him away. Metrophanes apologized for his mistake, stating it was his job to be suspicious or something like that.

I then turned beside me, where I find several small hanger stands, a few with clothes, and others with various other accessories. I guessed that's what he was guarding

Anyway, my uncle spoke of it being his time to guard the door. So he ordered me to keep watch indoors, as I just "remembered" I worked there as well. I still had the photo album, which I took to a small table to look over again. But when I opened it up, I failed to notice these now contained Crispinus's previous drawings, or rather, comic, made clear by the panels and speech bubbles. This contained various colorful unknown creatures I assumed were Pokemon talking to each other. They spoke of some impending peril that befell their fellow. I seemed to think this was a creepypasta parody, which I found especially humorous.

Metrophanes then passed by, wondering what I was laughing on about. I showed it to him, though he was, as expected, confused on the matter. I noted it was indeed a very specific joke.

Not sure what else happened, but the dream ended soon enough.

Spoiler for Media References:

Azure Blue World - Sonic Adventure

Dream 1:

In this dream I was dating a black guy. But he never shows up in the entire dream. Instead, I am hanging out with his younger brother. In the dream I was supposed to be about 19 or 20. The younger brother is about 16. I can tell he likes me. He is flirting and being cute and super funny. I am laughing and having a good time. But then I realize that I shouldn't be doing this, so I try to remind him that I am dating his brother and that we probably shouldn't be hanging out as much. But he doesn't seem to care at all and doesn't stop flirting. And I am left torn, knowing that I should leave, but having a good time and not really wanting to.


Dream 2:

There is some sort of convention that is going to start the following week. I'm currently staying in the hotel where the convention will happen. And I can hear the lady who is taking reservations say that they are almost all booked for that week. I knew I needed to act fast and book my room. I reach for my purse and can't find it. So the rest of the dream I am running around to all the places that I had been where I could have left it.

Dream 3 (Fragment):

I'm at this big house/mansion. I walk all around it exploring. I find a basement room that actually open up to a harbor with a dock and everything. I walk towards the dock. I suddenly see what I think are killer whales. I carefully walk closer. But I can now see that they are something dead floating at the bottom of the clear water by the dock. I look down and see that they are huge black and white mice about the size of a large dog....just dead and laying on the bottom.

Dream 4:

I'm in a car with Roger driving. I'm in the backseat with my mom. We aren't wearing seatbelts and are kind of laying sideways (the way I was laying in real life). Suddenly I see Roger start to head off the road towards a ditch. I call out and he straightens out just in time. He admits that he was going to sleep. He said he was fine to drive again. I said sternly, "No, you are not! You need to go home and take a nap!" [This is the dream I think I had right as I was drifting back to sleep after waking up in the night.]


Dream 5:

Seems like I had another dream where I was at my mom's house. The details are right there on the edge of my memory.