non-lucid

Bold is me, italics is a wolf girl I ran into..





I guess I have no choice do I? *Sitting down on what appeared to be a stone bench in a cabin*

Of course not. *walking toward me to sit beside me*

well you obviously notice I'm not normal so I guess I have to confess.

We've known each other for months now, Why can't you tell me?

Well because I thought if I did, You might claw my insides out.

Is It that bad?

It could be to you.

It won't be

It might

Tell me please, I saw it. Whatever you did back at the village was definitely something none of us have seen before. Is it really that hard to te-

Anathema. *I stand up slowly*

What?

I am an Anathema.

Bu-But impossible, those people are-

*I turn around and look at her. She looked in my eyes. Apparently they were different then before. Everything grew much more clear.*

H-How? I thought....They were extinct...

Not all of them. My family still live. However only me and my sister remain now.

I just..don't know what to... *The look on her face, confusion, and a tinge of anger*

I know my people...they slaughtered most of your kind years ago. So I understand your rage... I understand you want to now grip my neck and rip my throat out.

*she looks up at me with her eyes glowing an alarming yellow. her teeth showing. She wants to*

I want to...You lied...

I know.

WHY!? *Jumps up from the bench, with tears in her eyes.

To protect you, I didn't wan-

All you did was corrected my thoughts! Your kind....All they do is cause pain! What did my kind ever do to yours!? What did we do to deserve such mass genocide...

*All I can do is just look at her. Her eyes giving tears, her voice cracking in each scream she let out into words.*

TELL ME!

I don't know, I wish I knew...But let me ask you a question before you sink your claws in me.

I don't want to listen to your questions. I just want you-

Do you think someone like me would commit such things like my people?

*Long silence*

WELL! Because obviously your quick to blame your best friend! This is why I did not want to tell you. I knew even if you were close to me, You will still find somewhere in your heart to resent me because of the past. Something I wasn't even born in, I only knew about it! So how can you think of killing me!? Do you now just see me like them?

No, I just-

Forget it! I'm wasting time. Len and Griffith are still back in that war. I have to leave. *Walking away from her*

No please...you'll die.

Isn't that what you want. For me, an Anathema, to cease to exist finally?

NO!

Either way, I need to know if they are okay. *Opening a door*

NO NO! I wont let you go out there, You know you won't survive! Why do you choose to do these irrational actions!?

Cause I'm the only that can survive this!

You won't survive against Enon! You know that! Stop being arrogant!

*She continues to grab my arm to pull me back. There is so much intensity and fiery tension, even then, I almost walk out until...*

You know your saving an Anathema from certain death.

I know.

Why?

Why?

Yes.

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! I can't kill you because I adore you! Even though you are an Anathema, you are still someone I care about! Im sorry okay, I just let my emotions slip out! do you know what it feels like to lose so many friends to-

*I just grabbed her and kiss her. She hesitates to reciprocate at first but soon follows through and holds me as well.*

I just wanted to hear those words....Cause I wanted to love you this whole time, Because I'm sure everyone you use to love is gone. So I just...

I...need you. I don't want to go out there. They will be fine, I'm sure of it. *Her head on my chest. The amount of emotions I'm feeling is just...*

I still need to.

But...

I promise...I will be back here. I won't be long.

.....Just get back as soon as possible, please

I will.

*I kiss her forehead. and then the dream fades.*


For a non-lucid, this was such an emotional and intense dream. I only wrote down the dialogue because that was literally all I cared about. Just the amount of feelings that were going off, and I just felt such a connection to this beautiful wolf girl, like we been through thick and thin. I had no idea about the plot or any of the names mentioned, I felt like I was watching, but from a First person perspective. I woke up just feeling so sad, cause I think I really left her and I will never see her. I could just tell her bond to me was very sincere. It seems short, but trust me, it felt way longer.

Either way, It was a very memorable and great dream.

I am in my brother's room, looking at two of my deceased pet hamsters, Clover and Ginger. I remember being very confused but happy to see them. Sometime later in the dream, I was getting ready to go out to eat with my siblings and grandma. My dad then came into the room, bursting out happy bubble by telling us he is coming along.
"We are going to the Chancery to eat." We were all groaning when he said this. "But, we are going there so I can get myself a hamster, and you can get pet rats at the pet store. There was a hamster there that looked like Clover." At this point I considered telling him that I had just had a dream about Clover, but decided not to. I wanted to get two pet rats, but for some reason, my mom wouldn't let me. (She really will in real life.)

In another dream I was doing "homework"(really playing around on dreamviews) at the kitchen table, along with my mom, brother, and sister. My siblings and I started telling my mom about LDing and keeping dream journals. I remember being about to tell her about doing reality checks, but for some reason decided not to.

Journey To Get Lucid.

We are going to the movies but instead of going to the normal cinema we bought cheap tickets and went to the RAAF cinema instead. We drove out there and we were handed these purple badges which said our names on them. Mine looked a little different to the other ones. As we got out of the car where it was parked, outside the cinema, I could see in the distance a large group of people running in a circle with one of them hitting a ball before they ran. Another group looked to be outside this circle fielding the ball and throwing it in to which ever runner was the slowest. I decided to get up and ask one of the guys what they were doing and he explained that it was a game of teamwork, stanima and speed. I then asked if I could play and he said sure. This is when it started to get crazy. The moment I stepped onto the field it transformed into this arena with many different types of rooms. Instead of running around the game became more of a hide and seek game. I was 'hiding' and the arena did not have a roof on it and the walls were about 2 metres tall, almost maze like. I went inside a room and stood on a chest and got on the wall and sat there. Just as I got on the wall the chest turned into a mimic and went out the archway of the room and started chasing the nearest guy. Luckily for him, he was a ghost and I told him to come into my room through the wall and go back out leaving the mimic still in 'my' room. He went and did that, and my room being somewhat of a bedroom, I jumped onto the bed. The mimic wasn't tall maybe about 30cm and the mimic was eating my blanket away so I decided to just end this problem, I jumped on the mimic and started kicking it as hard as I could but it did nothing. It jumped up and was about to tear my balls off but I woke up in the nick of time just as it was millimetres away.

D1 - On a very earthy and mountainous island. Talking to a guy about how he built a settlement their. Their living quarters hang down in buttresses on the mountsides, cool.
A Heron is flying past when a monsterous bird swoops in and grabs it in its mouth and flys past my gob smacked face.
There are scarey monsters here! A wasp the size of a truck floats infront of us, the guy is totally unfazed.
It is horribly translucent with purple markings like veins, ick. I ask him how the hell do you get away from something like that.
He does not answer, I scramble under some undergrowth but the beating wings just blow it away.
We head for his landrover, a monster bird flys along side us. He shows me how if he does not have bars on the window, it can easily dent the door or smash the meshed window Oo. The bird whacks the door, and knocks some paint off the inside of the door, leaving a rusted chunck.
He puts the bars back on and floors the accelerator, leaving the bird behind. We go along a road to an aircraft hanger.

D2 - Manager at work comes into a large empty hall. They delitberaty kick over a bowl as they are in a fowl temper. They start complaining and berating the staff their, the cleaner and cook.
A tray near me is knocked and taps me as I lay on a bench covered in a sheet. I pretend to be angry and start complaining about how rude the manager is, building up to shouting at them. I follow them into a corridor, still shouting at them.
when they get into a room, I am shouting in their face, they don't respond just look pale and afraid.
I am very angry by now and start to strangle them. This seems like not the best idea and I go off and get a syringe. I filled it with some kind of traquilizer or poison and inject them with it. I then go off to get something to tape over their mouth. They collapse.
I then start to think about where to put the body, which wood to bury them in that would not be frequented often.
Many dilemas overcome me as I realise I am not dressed to go out and need to decide which trousers and top to wear from a large pile.
One pair is a horrible garish browny green with sparkly bits Oo

[comment]
I felt strange this morning after the dream and feel different about manager at work
I feel I have realsed a little tension.

I wake up with some very distinct images of dreams I had, thinking to myself "at least I have a dream for my Twitter account!" I fell asleep and *boom* all is lost. Dreaming is so fickle...

In a Boat Terminal
I get off a cruise with a bunch of my friends. As we are in the hall I begin to feel as if they never really liked me, I was never a real part of the group, I wasn't even invited to many of their weddings. I see they have printed a year book and I flip through it. My picture is in it, I see it black and white, I'm sitting on a cushy chair with a denim vest like I was a kid, I look really good in the picture. I see other friends who also had denim vests. Despite it, I still feel a strong sting of rejection that puts me in a sullen mood.

I am in an old part of the city, the walls are stone bricks as are the roads, I see a hill across the road where I think I make out a small park with trees. I'm walking to my mom's car with her and my sister. I realize I left my friend behind and tell my mom I'll be back my midnight. I wave at her and say bye as she leaves with my sister. I hope she is ok with it. I walk inside a large building behind me, it's night time, looks like an old apartment building. Inside it is a boat terminal for cruise ships. The lighting is overbearing and intense as it usually is. I see my ex girlfriend and my other friend from before. It is awkward, they don't seem to get along.

Suddenly it's a hotel? I go down a corridor and see rooms, mine is right in the beginning of the hall to the right. The room has a window to the far wall and only one little lamp on, the lighting is less intense. It sort of looks like a cabin you'd find in a cruise ship. I go down the hall, I see my old girlfriend and her friend who has dreadlocks. I look into a mirror and see I have dreadlocks now, I try to tie them into a bun awkwardly. It is not easy and I fail a few times.

I turn around, my ex is in trouble. I run to the room at the end of the hall. The large window to the far wall is letting in grey daylight. I see she is on the bed. There is an assassin after her. I look in the room for the assassin and notice a suspicious lump under the sheets. I attack it and the assassin engages me, wrapping her legs around my ribs and pressing hard, I feel my ribs compress, even snap?!? She is a woman in her mid forties. I push her off but she continues to poke me hard and it hurts. The pain is surprisingly real. She flees, I'm not too wounded, I think.

6/1/16
quick jot down
Dream 1: I went to a holiday house with 3 friends, except it slept 12 so we had to share it with another group. The people we were staying with were nice, one was an ex AFL player.

Dream 2: I was at school and one student was annoying the teacher, banging on and on about this kind of squigee mop. When he got up to do some graph on the board he got it horrible wrong so I stood up and corrected him.

Dreamed I went downhill and bought a rust bucket skeletal remnant of a 1971-1976 G.M. Clamshell Station Wagon. Even the frame was paper thin, and I may have paid some ridiculous amount for it. At some point I and the previous owner went in the car, turned a knob and removed the body from the frame. I then moved the body. I also recall going back uphill at some point.

I've had dreams of these cars before. Most of the time they're shown as rusty carcasses of cars and some don't even look like cars by the time they show up in-dream. OK, I admit it's just a car and all possessions end up being destroyed eventually.

I was walking through the woods with Kitty and there were a bunch of gray cats. Then there was another kitten by itself under a rock and it was Kitty's kitten and it looked like her and it was so cute and tiny and it was her baby and I was like how did she have a kitten because she has never been outside and I don't remember her being pregnant. So I thought she must have somehow forgotten it in the woods and had to go inside and that was sad so now I have another cat to take care of so I hope those gray kittens aren't hers also, that she had with that big gray cat. No she only had one kitten but those other kittens belong to the gray cat. The gray cat is their father.

Then in another dream I am hanging out with my boyfriend until 3 am, just driving around. Then I am going to hang out with my friends, who for some reason are all 13 year old girls and we are going to have a sleepover in my parents' house that is bigger and nicer than it is IWL and we are going to watch the movie that I don't even like that I bought earlier when I was shopping with my boyfriend in Walmart. And I made a a puffy cake. I call it a flan and it has tasty pink strawberry flavor in the middle. I cut a slice to test it to make sure it is good before my friends get here. That is all I remember now.

Part 1:

The earliest relevant part of this dream started with me in a Walmart parking lot; I've seen one particular van - a rusty 1980s conversion van - parked there which I assumed owned to an employee there in waking life. So, I went there and somehow got into this particular van and decided to paint the interior including the headliner. I was doing this with one or more people; then somehow the focus left me and I'm not sure it was me anymore working on the van, the van was moved over the parking lot and not parked in the same place it was left by whoever left it there.

Part 2:

The next segment showed two teenagers, one caucasian black haired female and a guy who had no facial hair, I think in the Walmart being talked at by Walter White from Breaking Bad (NOTE I have never watched Breaking Bad and had to look up the Wiki page to learn the character's name to post this, I only ever heard a clip from the show in a MLP: FIM parody video) and a woman who was with Walter; the teenagers were working for Walter and that woman. Next, I have to tell you I have a pendant which I'm wearing even as I type this:

https://derpiboo.ru/732561

The teenage girl was wearing it around her neck. Walter then took it off her and said "What the hell is this?" and she said "I don't know!" and wanted to get out of there, though I didn't think it was for what Walter was about to do; somehow he and the three other people were suddenly in a basement or other enclosed area like setting with the teenagers tied up. Walter and the woman then,

Spoiler for spoiled for squeamish folk,:

took a two-person saw like what would be used for a log and cut off part of the girl's butt in a heart shape - I don't think the teen yelled or cried or anything and there was no blood or bleeding and then I think Walter was about to show it to her. No evidence of pain from the teenager came to my mind upon seeing this.

...

Thoughts:

I painted my bedroom several weeks before I had this dream - two to three weeks. It means a fresh start and new things to think about, for me. Painting the van could be much similar to that if not the same thing, and vans go places...

I have to admit I had previously read about people using vans to make meth in, I also knew about the TV show "Breaking Bad" being about making meth. But I have never watched an episode, and although I heard Walter White's name before in that Pony video I didn't pay substantial conscious attention to it. Still, the subconscious works in many ways I don't really know. I did read a synopsis of Breaking Bad, and then learned Walter uses his R.V. in the show to make meth in... And then there's the painting I was doing on the interior of a van, meaning maybe I much want to avoid that route? Yes.

So, with all that in mind I think this dream may be meaning that I have been worrying about the future too much, like Walter; I do wear that pendant which I like, and the worry (Walter; remember his predicament in Breaking Bad) would be like "What the hell are you wearing?" because of what meaning I ascribe to the nice pendant, which doesn't mean to worry about financial concerns or the fact I'm gonna die some day. And if that girl was meant to represent me, I didn't feel a pain in the rear from what the two of them did!

I am in a really large building, even though it had only two rooms. (the rooms were vary big.) I'm with with some school mates, and a teacher. One of the students, Tayah, is trying to leave the building, but the teacher says, "I have security cameras," and we all had to stay in the building.
Sometime later, it is in the same setting, yet I am there with my sister and Grandma. I am giving my grandma a tour. The back room has a tower that is filled with candle in it, and a water fountain thing in the back. There are also long tables for people to play board games on. The center of the front room is filled with machinery, and on the outside is empty. I remember sitting on one of the machinery pieces and telling my grandma that it is where I practice with my stand partner playing the violin. The scene changes to my house, where my bettas are sick. Them and their tank mates have basically frozen still. For some reason, the tower filled with candles can help them. I go into the tower, and get red birthday candles (the type that supposedly will save my bettas from dying.) I noticed that one of the candles says "poison" on it, so I decide to not use any of the candle. Sometime later, I am in the loft in my house, thinking about that dream. I remember thinking, "I hope it wasn't real."
In another dream, I was in a book store with my mom and another lady. I peered around a corner, and saw a whole bunch of Harry Potter books. (I LOVE HARRY POTTER) I was looking at a giant film making Harry Potter book when my mom came up, and pointed out another HP book. When I tried to show her the one I had, she ignored me for a while, and then started looking at the film making book. For some reason, there were lots of pictures or people at a dance at my school in it.

5/1/16:
Dream 1: I was at a large swimming pool with a bunch of other people. I was there to see a dentist, whose specialty was operating in the pool. My turn came and I swam over to the dentist. He made me float on my back and poked and prodded around in my mouth. He said I was fine and called the next person forward. The next guy was a large man with tons of hair wearing tiny speedos. The dentist started working on him as the dream faded.

Dream 2: I was at a council meeting in an old, carpeted, not well lit room. There were about 30-40 people in the room and there was food set out on a table and everyone was huddled in little groups. I guess I must have arrived just before the meeting started. The meeting did start soon and there was a lot of arguing going on, I can't remember what it was about but it was pretty intense.

Fragment about people protecting me from a Christmas tree.

Packing up after vacation
I'm in the kitchen (lots of white) of a vacation house, packing up to leave. The owner (a blonde woman in a red sweater) comes in an outside door, thanks us for being such good renters, and offers us a larger place next time if we want it; but she's got the next set of renters with her so we need to vacate quickly.

Now I'm in the garage loading the gray van. There are riding toys everywhere (scattered among other things), and I'm having trouble sorting through them to figure out which belong with the house and which are mine. I keep seeing toys that I think are ours out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn to look straight at them they're not what I thought they were. Now I'm in the gray van pulling the seats up into their normal positions. Now I'm watching my wife pull down the driveway with a fully-loaded gray van when I notice the tailgate isn't properly latched. I know she's going to wait in the street for the rest of us, so I'm not in too great a hurry, but I jog down behind her and, once she stops, fix the tailgate.


Party infiltration
I'm doing some kind of spy thing. I'm very well dressed, wandering through an upper-crust social event in a huge mansion. All the colors are very rich. At one point, I'm on a walkway above some kind of ballroom. At another point, I'm coming down a wide spiral staircase into a small sitting room. I see my wife, wearing an evening gown, sitting catty-corner to a guy, talking him up. She looks a bit tipsy, but he's much more so, and I can tell she's getting the information we were sent to retrieve.

Now John and I are dressed in street clothes, and we're getting onto some kind of train car. As the doors start to close, a guy jumps in. Out of his line of sight, but within mine, you pull a very large weapon from somewhere and hold it in readiness. After a moment, we both recognize the guy and we relax, you putting the weapon back in a duffel bag. He explains why he was rushing, and everything's OK.

Now I'm in a different car along with this guy and his family. I'm working with them to set up a whole bunch of Pack 'n Plays, but I'm having trouble keeping things straight. I'm having trouble keeping track of which kid is which age and size, and what their preferences are. Some of the Pack 'n Plays need a "strengthener rod" placed under the mattress layer, but there are different strengths depending on how firm the child would like it; and one child (who, based on size I think is the oldest, but it turns out he's 4) doesn't want a rod at all, but just wants 2 small pillows.


Fragment: Something about being in a doctor's office.

My first dream

I was in University. I had classes with a friend who i really liked, which was a DC. At the end of the classes i find out that they separate me from that class since i was not being so efficient in my studies. We crossed some train rails where 5 trains went through and which transported people from one city to another. I felt very bad to be separated from her, so at the next day i studied a lot and became super efficient. Surprisingly at the beginning of the class they accepted me. I had to cross the rails again, so i could take the trains of the other side. It was very risky but had to be done. I went inside the classroom and there was a philosophy professor. He was boring and a bad teacher because he got mad. I sitted behind this girl, who at her side was with another one. There were some things written on the blackboard, which made no sense, actually it was like some lines and scribble. Behind me there was a friend called Augusto. After the lessons the teacher gives a bag of chocolate alfajores. But i wasnt given one. I claim one to a girl called Feli, who was at my left and she didn't want to give me one. I calmed when another friend called Oti gave me half of his. Then the assignment of the professor was to be generous and share that alfajor with another. After the assignment those pieces of cake turned into granulated pieces so it was easier to give a certain quantity of it. People start gaving it and there were some who were stingy, who didn't want to share. I didn't know to whom to give since i didn't consider none of them kind, and i was going to be left without any of it and my task would be over. Oti had left and the girl i liked dissapeared. So i holded. At the end there were like 3 groups who had a monopoly of these pieces. All people giving their "valuable item" to them, and they wouldn't give anything, they would hold everything for themselves to get even bigger and be the first. They could resist to hold it without giving some away which seemed like hard (like hardness to live such as in movies like In Time). The group i saw was composed of Mati, Joako i think, Ignacio and others. I still had a lot left since i wouldn't give it to them, it would be irrational to make rich another and me be poor. And giving it away would appear as a good heart but in reality it would have been not since after that they would want it back. So i stayed there and did nothing, didn't sympathized with these people so i wouldn't give anything to them. Different would be if they would have nothing, probably i could have been generous then.

My second Dream

I was in a building and went upstairs. We were at a very high floor and we had to go down. But the stairs to go down were hard. They were woodden stairs of 5 steps, and each floor had like a trapdoor. One had to know how to go or you would get lost. And getting lost there you could waste a lot of time since it had a lot of floors and many rooms. It was night and we were like 3 to 5 up there. We decided to go down, but suddenly a new member shows up. I decided to help him but the others werent waiting for me. So i had to remember where they went and also tell this new mate, Fran, to come with me.

My third dream

I was fighting my father with martial arts. I just kicked him in the legs and he fell to the floor.

I was with an english teacher of school, called Analia.
I was with a aunt called Analia.

My fourth dream

It was morning already, after a festive day. The streets were empty and the sky was grey but not cloudy. I was in street Bv Roca. I entered a passageway where there are houses. The gates were unlocked. An old lady came in with me. She had her face as one that drinks alcohol would look like, or have the skin like. I walk through the passageway and another lady comes from the end of the hall. There was a house there. She was dressed as an old nurse.



Something like this but in the head she had a bigger thing, like a nun but in white. She looked like Dona Florinda of the Chavo del 8. She spoke some words with the old lady but she didn't even look at me. At the same time i'd been having like a feeling of being lonely because of a loss, probably because the sister of my grandmother who lived there, who passed away like 10 years ago. I probably had to clean that place and live there on my own.

I'm not sure about the chronological order of this dream.

It's a post-apocalyptic setting again, but this time the apocalypse happened very recently; we still don't know how bad it is, and what exactly has changed. I'm walking through a facility set in a warehouse with a man in a lab coat; there's a lot of people running around with files and tablets, making impromptu meeting and talking. It's badly lit, and I feel like I'm underground, even thought I can see a boat on the otherside of the warehouse, ad the light boncing of the waves painting pattern on the ceiling. I overhear a man talking about going to live at sea, on oil-extracting platform. I point out to the man walking with me that thoses platform are limited in space and food, so that's not a viable move. He leads me to a computer and we can see the number of people killed, separated in profession in a kind of spreadsheet. He points the physicians to me, telling that one in forty got killed. The number of killed physicians is two hundreds, and the cell color is orange.
I'm outside now, with a middle aged woman, in an alley between two buildings. It's a very sunny day, the shadows on the orange walls are razor sharp, an the metallic mesh closing one end of the alley is glittering. There's also a grey plastic table against the wall to my left, with a box on it. A man with sunglasses pick something up in the box and put it in his mouth. I sprint to him and kiss him, stealing the thing in the process. It's slightly sweet and chewy, like gum. Now that I'm close I recognize David, and he take another gum; it's small, white and tubular shaped, like a rubber from the end of a mechanical pencil.
We're back inside the warehouse, with the man and David, and we learn that we have to ask for help to some people. I know that they aren't normal human, and I pick a photograph of one of them, telling the crowd that I know him, that I call him Raphael. One of the people ask him how much I know him, and I answer that he likes me in white. We decide that me and David will go looking for him.
We're on a road, in a middle of a forest; I check a map, it seem that we are in Europe, somewhere between Germany and Russia. The sun is high in the sky, but the air is pretty chilly. David got a jeans, hicking boots and a warm coat, but I'm in a white, flowy dress. It cover my arms and go down to the floor, but it's made of a light material, in lots of layers. We've been walking for a long time and I complain that we're running out of road. We finally reach a big building, well integrated into the forest, with big glass walls and dark woods. The door has a steel inlay, and I walk in with David. Inside the floor is carpeted, the wall painted white and with the same dark wood panneling. It has the slightly cushy warm of central heat. I go to the admission desk, letting David sit in one of the armchair overlooking the road. The receptionnist is a small, blond-haired woman with a tight ponytail that brush her neck. She listens to me and talks into her headset before gesturing me to go to the armchair. I give her a smile and turn around, but before I can move Raphael enter the room.
He's a towering, willowy man, crowned with golden curls. He's wearing a long-sleeved light blue t-shirt over a jean and his fingers are stained with paint. He notices me and pulls me off the floor into a bearhug, and I get a good look of his freckled, charming face and light green eyes.
Later, I'm walking into the nearby city with David, the warm of the sun nicely contrasting with the chillness of the air. We're on a very pretty, pedestrian street made of sandstone. David makes me laugh, and I can see from the corner of my eye Raphael, walking with a small group of friends ahead of us turning around and looking for me. David whispers to me that Raphael agree to help because he's infatued with me. I laugh at the idea, but Raphael big smile when he hears my laugh seem telling.


Yeah, Eli does find that there's an awful lot of people loving me recently