non-lucid

First lucid dream of the year!

I don't have much time to describe it, so.

My cousin was gonna be a daddy. I sent him a message to congratulate him, but I messed it up. Then, I asked him if we could be business partners.

After that was done, I went to a weird room where two people who were supposed to be my best friends were. One of them said they wanted to play a game, but the other said they were too tired. We decided to play one round.

The game was weird and boring, something about poetry. There were other people there, plus my dog. I was weary of a cable, and I started thinking that one of my best friends wanted to kill us all.

Then, my other best friend mentioned the storms. I had no idea what she was talking about, so I went to the window and opened it. The roads were covered in... I dunno. It looked like the city had been taken over by a swamp. I looked at that and thought "OMG THIS IS SURREAL HOW DID IT HAPPEN BECAUSE OF ONE STORM THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE"

"...wait a minute. THAT. IS. IMPOSSIBLE. THIS IS A DREAM!" So I slapped myself in the face a few times and felt no pain. I decided to jump through the window and fly. I did that and, as I was falling, I thought "well, I didn't REALLY do a RC, so I may have just killed myself..."

But, at the last second, I started flying. I flew around the destroyed roads and, for some reason, sang the Dragon Ball Z theme. It was fuuunnn!

And that was it!

I followed two of my former best friends up a staircase to the very top floor of a library. They didn't see me following them so I felt sneaky. When I got to the top floor I stopped when I saw a vending machine with very discounted prices. I thought the prices were discounted because not many people went to the very top floor of the library, which was smaller than the other floors. I bought a chocolate bar for 7 cents. My former friends had walked into the library. Then I walked into the library and saw a former boyfriend sitting at a table. I sat down beside him at the table and ate my chocolate as he was writing. He tried to ignore me but I could tell that he was disturbed or annoyed or something like that but I was content eating my chocolate and thought his annoyance was humorous.

[Notes]:
- Not much to say. I'm pretty surprised I remember anything at all; I went to bed at 1:30AM.

Lucid Non-lucid Non-dream
[Dream begins]:
So I'm at MPROD and A decides we have to go to my house to meet. It's a post-apocalyptic world, kinda like Fallout, and we drive up to some barn. I disarm some tentacle-mine things... yeah.
[Dream ends...]

After my WBTB, I WILD into my living room at home. I realize that I’m an idiot and didn’t pick anything to do for this lucid (maybe because I wasn’t entirely expecting another lucid so close to the last one). I try to think of anything that might be interesting to try out. I somehow recall a lot of people on the forum saying that meditating in a lucid is an awesome experience, but considering how I don’t meditate in real life (and when I try to, I get too distracted by my ADD thoughts), I’m not sure if I should try. But, no better options come to mind, so I figure, what the heck. I sit down in the classic meditation pose, and I actually start to levitate off the ground a bit. The sights and sounds around me seem to get much clearer. So far so good, I guess. Surely this’ll be easier than in waking life with all of its distractions.

In this case I was wrong. My dad walks in the room. (Story Time: Whenever I’m home on break from school, I’m basically full-time tech support for my parents. Apart from fixing computers/phones/TVs/cable boxes/etc., my dad will often interrupt whatever I’m doing about every 10 minutes to ask me some question about his phone/computer/Facebook. The answer is always something so simple that he could’ve Googled it himself, but he insists that I help him. As you’ll see, this habit of his has carried over into my dreams…) He sits down and immediately starts blabbing something about his phone acting up. I remind myself that this is a dream and try to ignore him, but it seems to make him louder. I finally get up and walk out of the room, but he follows me out, still talking about his phone. I run upstairs, go in my room, and lock the door. I can still hear him outside the door, now raising his voice to a shout. Ugh, this is ridiculous. I crack open the window, get a running start, and jump outside, flying off away from the house. Unfortunately, before I can get back to meditating, the dream destabilizes and I lose lucidity.

I’m now in this movie theater with a couple friends to see the latest Disney-Pixar movie. It’s supposedly an IMAX movie theater, even though it’s really just a really wide curved screen that stretches across the entire front of the room. The room is much larger than an actual movie theater, and it looks like it seats a few thousand people. Me and a couple friends are off to the left side, about 10 rows from the front. For some reason, though, the seats are angled off towards the left wall, so I only see a small portion of the left side of the screen until I turn my head really far to the right to see the rest of the picture.

We sit through the first few minutes of the movie, when the movie pauses. Some lady walks to the front of the theatre, and 3 more flat projector screens lower from the ceiling, showing a slide about some charity organization. I can somehow see her nametag from where I’m sitting, which says Hanna on it. She introduces herself as Hanna Montana. “I know what you’re thinking, but I’m missing the last ‘h’. So no, I’m not a widely-adored pop superstar.” I turn to my friend next to me. “To be fair, neither is Miley Cyrus.” My joke made 3 rows around me start cracking up, and my friend even spit out his drink from laughing so hard.

We sit through the movie (which amazingly is only about 10 seconds long), and me and my friends kind of hang out in the theater for a few minutes afterwards. A police officer walks up to my friend Joel and tells him that he’s gonna have to come with him. I try standing up for him. “What seems to be the problem, officer?”
“Well, this hooligan was spotted last night causing a ruckus during a showing of Star Wars, and so he’s been banned from the building. Yet somehow, he managed to crawl his way back in here past our security.”
Joel walks out into the aisle, with the cop behind him. He gets to the top of the stairs, and suddenly makes a run for it. The cop quickly pulls out his taser and shoots him before he even gets out the door. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see Joel falling to the ground (because man, that would’ve been hilarious to see IRL).

After the movie, I head home, jump on my computer, and play some Minecraft. It’s a weird version of Minecraft in that it’s played from a top-down perspective, making it kinda hard to see what you’re actually building. I somehow discover a secret passageway that leads under this nearby lake, but when I travel down it, I get stopped by this massive scorpion. I’m now fighting it in first person, but I realize all my weapons are gone. The scorpion has pretty strong armor too, so it’s gonna be impossible to fight him in this state. Still, I give it my best shot. I run around him, dodging his tail strikes. He charges towards me, knocking me down, though I do manage to land a few punches on my way down. It doesn’t hurt, obviously, since it’s just a video game, though everything else about the experience feels pretty realistic. After a trading a few more blows, I’m down to one health, while the scorpion has barely taken a scratch. Oh well, it’s not like I had anything valuable in my inventory, guess I’ll just die then.

Suddenly, a glowing arrow shoots from the entrance of the passageway, one-hit killing the scorpion. I look in the direction the arrow came from, and see this guy with jet black hair and a leather jacket standing at the entrance, bow extended toward the monster. I go to thank my mysterious savior, but he just raises his nose at me. “Ha, how could you even come into a level 12 cave without any weapons? Maybe you should go back and do the tutorial levels, you noob!” The world around us fades out before there’s a bright flash of light.

Fair warning, the next part reads like a novel. It was a pretty long, detailed section of the dream. I don’t remember all the dialogue that occurred, but I do remember most of the emotional connotation of it, so I based the dialogue on that.

I’m now in this huge wooden cabin, getting out of this strange white capsule on a metal track. As I get up, I have a rush of false memories in my head that give me a context of what’s going on. I don’t really know how I know these facts, I just kinda suddenly know them. I’m somehow 50 years in the future - I have no clue how I got here, but I’m here. Much like in the book “Ready Player One” by Ernest Cline, the world thrives entirely off of virtual reality. People basically live their entire lives in their personal VR capsule. The cabin I’m in is an “access point”, a place where people can bring their capsules and connect directly to the “hub”, the worldwide center of VR activity. The tracks on which my capsule was positioned were used to physically take users to the hub, and during the journey, the capsules would begin the boot-up process before finally being connected at their destination.

Speaking of capsules, mine wasn’t the best. I seem to recall getting one of the cheaper ones - it was enough to successfully connect to the hub, but it wasn’t meant for the incredibly realistic experiences boasted by VR companies. The screen in the eyepiece wasn’t that high of a resolution, and haptic feedback - the equipment that simulated a sense of touch - was pretty terrible. Everything you touched, from a hard granite countertop to the soft fur of a kitten, registered as the same stiff poke - there was no variance on how hard it poked you, you just knew you had touched something because you were poked. But I was fine with it, I couldn’t really afford much more than that.

And of course, my “mysterious savior” was Johnny Blade. Of course, that wasn’t his real name, but he had used that username to climb the e-sports ranks, so it was what everyone knew him as. Because of his gaming success, he had a ton of sponsorships from all the major e-sports advertising companies, and was on the cover of just about everything. He was a pretty big celebrity. Unfortunately, he was also a pretty big douchebag too. His hair color - which was reflected in all of his video game avatars - was an obnoxiously dyed shade of black that apparently made some sort of fashion statement. That, tied with his signature leather jacket, made him look like a mix between a 1950’s greaser and Biff Tannen from Back to the Future - with just about the same attitude. Lucky for me, he exited his game of Minecraft shortly after I left, and just so happened to exit to the same access point as me, conveniently on the track next to my capsule.

“Well, the least you could do is thank me. I saved your precious level 1 armor,” he sarcastically remarks. “We all know you must have spent a long time on acquiring it, so I didn’t want you to have wasted your life. Lord knows you don’t have much of life to waste.”
“Oh, rest assured, if I had half as many sponsors that you have kissing all over your disgusting feet, I could’ve just bought all the armor in the shop. And I guarantee I wouldn’t be half the snob you are about it, either.”
“Jealous, much? Maybe if you spent as much time practicing as you do whining, you might be able to make a name for yourself. Anyway, I don’t have time for this. Network interviews, photo shoots, you know how it is… Oh wait, no you don’t. Adios, peasant!”

Oh man, I want to slap him so bad. I don’t care if he has lawyers at his beck and call, someone needs to teach him a lesson. I walk back over to my capsule, ready to go back into the hub, when I spot Johnny’s capsule still on the track, unlocked and open. I hesitate for a moment before walking over to inspect it. As to be expected, his capsule was state-of-the-art. Stater-of-the-art than state-of-the-art, in fact, as his sponsors often gave him plenty of new equipment prototypes months before they hit the markets. Well, if someone needs to teach him a lesson, I think I just found my curriculum.

I size myself up - we have pretty similar builds, even though I’m about an inch shorter than him. I lay down in the body-shaped contours of the capsule. It’s a tad snug, but it’ll work. I sit up to press the launch button on the side of the track. I always thought that was kind of a design flaw - that you or someone else had to press the start button on the track outside the capsule before it would launch. I guess I never had that problem on my capsule, since the door closed pretty slowly on it anyway, giving me plenty of time to position myself correctly. Unfortunately, the capsule door shuts almost immediately once I press the button, shoving me into it in a weird, squatted position. My head didn’t even make it to the head portion of the machine.

This is bad. For one, I’m quickly feeling uncomfortable, as the cramped position I’m in is putting a ton of pressure on my arms and neck, so I don’t know how long I can stay stuck like this. Second, I can feel that the capsule has already launched down the track, meaning in a few seconds I will be connected to the hub. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but in my current position, I have no way to get to the controls to close the connection, return to the access point, and exit the capsule. Meaning I will most likely be stuck there a very long time, with no way to escape.

I manage to tilt my head upwards towards the head hole, and push upwards with my legs until I can kind of wiggle my way upwards. Thanks to the anatomy of the human body, and the human-body-conforming shape of the capsule, I can’t squeeze my head through the neck hole. I can barely look up through the hole and see the boot-up screen on the display. It’s fairly simple - a plain black screen with some green text in the top left corner, probably to show version info and all that. I also manage to see some kind of emergency-release latch in the neck area. Hoping that the latch will help enlarge the neck hole so I can slide my way up, I pull it. The capsule door flings open, and I’m quickly thrown out of the machine. I quickly realize what’s happening, and try to grab onto the door as I’m flying out. My hand just barely scrapes the edge of the door, but I ultimately miss and watch as the empty capsule continues rolling down the track out of view.

I take a moment to assess the gravity of the situation. Or rather, the lack of gravity, because I soon notice that I’m just floating, almost like I’m helplessly drifting through space. The track that the capsule was on simply fades away, and I’m left floating in a sea of black, with nothing around me. Until I notice up in the sky, off in the distance, floating green text. The boot-up screen? But, I’m not in the capsule. And even if I was, I shouldn’t be able to see this, I’d still be cramped in the bottom half with the display out of sight. Yet here I was, floating in a surreal sea of nothingness. I pondered this until a bright flash of light brought me back to my senses.

I’m now riding a motorcycle down this street in a suburban neighborhood. Behind me is a cop car with its lights on behind me. Oh great, they found out I stole Johnny’s capsule, and now they’re taking me in. I contemplate running, but I decide to play it cool, it could just be whatever game Johnny was playing last (besides Minecraft, I guess). It’s probably best to just wait it out and see what happens. I pull over to the side of the road, and the cop pulls up behind me. He exits the car and walks over to me.

“Johnny Blade?”
I stay silent. I don't want to say anything that might give me away.
“Your presence has been requested. Follow me.”

He gets back in his car and pulls ahead. I follow behind him for a bit, until we pull into a driveway in front of this red and white dojo, which seems somewhat out of place in a suburban town. The cop gets out and motions me towards the front door. I dismount my motorcycle and walk up the stairs of the porch, and slowly open the door.

The inside is a bit of a pig sty. The carpets are covered in cigarette burns and assorted stains, some of which look to be of questionable origin. I walk into a room to the right, where there’s a group of men wearing white suits and sunglasses. The leader of the group, who looks slightly like Mark Wahlberg with a beard, laughs and motions to his cohorts, who quickly point their weapons at me. “Well well well, Johnny Blade.” Why does everyone keep calling me that? “I haven’t seen or heard from you in years. Didn’t think you had the nerve to show your face around here.”

He stands up and walks slowly towards me. “Did you finally decide to hold up your end of the deal? Or did you already forget?”
Holy crap, what did Johnny get himself into? I have to keep up the charade, since everyone seems to think I’m the real Johnny Blade, just because I stole his VR capsule. But I have no clue what he’s talking about. I should probably play it safe, just say something non-threatening to disarm the situa-
“Well it was kind of hard to remember it in the first place, considering all the bull crap you were spewing last time I was here.”
Of course. Let me just piss of the first guy I meet here, with all his friends ready to blast holes in me with one innocent flick of a finger. I rest assured in the fact that I’m still in the VR capsule, so any “pain” will be nothing more than a few shocks or prods to my chest from the haptic feedback.
The guy laughs again, and motions to the guy next to him, who pulls his trigger, firing a paintball into my ear. Paint splatters all over the side of my face, and my ear starts ringing from the impact. I wince in pain - that actually did hurt quite a bit. “That was a warning shot. Kind of a warm up for my men. Rest assured the next bullet will be very much real.”

I reach up to wipe the paint off the side of my face, when a very scary thought crosses my mind. See, VR capsules, no matter how advanced, don’t have haptic feedback around the ears or face. This is both a safety measure (you don’t want people poking each others’ eyes out in VR) and a technical limitation of the equipment (there’s too much stuff like visual/audio/olfactory equipment and oxygen tubes in the way for there to be any haptic equipment there). Yet I definitely felt that paintball hit and splatter, I definitely feel the paint running down my face, and my ear is definitely ringing. There’s no way to simulate that. This has to be real.

But wait, what about Johnny Blade? They all called me Johnny Blade. I definitely don’t look like Johnny Blade; how could anyone make that mistake? Plus the whole boot-up screen. This couldn’t be real - I’m still in the machine. Aren’t I?... aren’t I? I am saved from answering this question, as I soon wake up.

I'm in the city on a cold winter day, I see snow around. I make it to the modern art museum. I'm supposed to go on a cruise with a couple I haven't seen in years. They really want me to go and tell me they will pay for it. The woman goes away and I'm with the guy, he has darker tanned skin and pretty heavy metal. As I follow him I see a female friend I know mostly through another couple I know. I try to wave to her but it's like she doesn't see me. She is person that does a lot of things with culture circles, she is talking to a foreign male friend who also has dark skin. Did she ignore me or just not notice me? I continue walking.

Inside the hall of the modern art museum, or around the corner of it I play a game like Galaga on a small screen. We play together with him giving advice. I mess up and start taking damage. They guy yells out and I apologize. As I continue to play I ignore his advice to the most part and try to get a feel for the game through trial and error like I usually do. He keeps on yelling at me, saying how I messed up so bad and that I suck at this game and I'm losing. I tell him it's just a game but he keeps on hounding me. I get up and leave, I don't have to take this kind of abuse.

I'm by the registers in a large grocery store. There are no windows or anything. The registers remind me of the store near my friend's old place but the store is much larger in the dream. I'm sitting on the floor with my back against the wall. Pinhead from the Hellraiser movie comes up to me. To my left. on my bag, there is a small Cenobite idol, it's like a bust but made of geometric forms, dark but abstract. Pinhead wants it and I give it to him. In return he give me a Barbie doll, the chest is all melted and burnt, the hair is in splotches. I think it's a Cenobite Barbie maybe? She looks burnt and hurt, a burn-victim Barbie.

Outside the modern art museum at night, I walk in the snow, it's much warmer now, the snow is slushy. I walk, looks like the courtyard of my childhood home but I don't recognize it as such. Going to meet my mom?

I'm in a McDonald's near my mom's place, I try to be really polite to the cashier person. I see that there is a special Big Mac deal, two meals for 7 bucks. Not sure I can eat that much. I go up to her and try to be really nice, I smile a lot. I try to order something that is really easy for the kitchen to make. Despite it, I go with the vegetarian wrap, since I'm a vegetarian. In my wallet, I find enough to pay for it.

Later, on a bridge near my childhood home, bright and cold outside, as if I phase through the bridge?!?

I was with four people in my room. We were listening to music and then i asked them if they wanted to watch a movie. I had to entertain them, and it was easier to do that stuff than to teach them meditation. So i saw a movie called Prestige and that was what i was looking for. It was a new movie about businesses and looked like it had a good argument. Then i play a game with a girl, and i get dissapointed after that to find out she was fooling me and us.
After that my father came, and i was even more dissapointed since i wanted freedom from him and thougth i had it but actually didn't (perhaps i have to keep trying and look effective ways).

Then i don't know what happened (can't undestand my letter). Im shot a wooden arrow to the stomach. I go out of the room and pull the arrow out. I go to the other room and i see my sister lying on bed and my father beside her. She has been shot as well. She had some aspirins and analgesic. So i walked slowly, since i've been shot, and grab some medicine for me. I ask my father if i should take that, i wanted to cure, i didn't care about pain, actually i didn't have any and if i did i wouldn't like any pills for it. I go outside, go to the kitchen to take a cup and mix the medicines and im shot in the leg, so i had to get medicine again. After that i wake up. When i wake up i still feel a sensation in my leg, like weakness.

It's over a month since I had 2 lucid events (not great events but something nevertheless) The weather has generally stayed moist and grey but it's far grimmer up North so I'm not complaining.

I've recorded 15 dreams since then, none lucid and three reasonably long and vivid (but nothing to really shout about) A couple were negative (I get one or two now and then) A few I could relate to something I'd done or watched, the rest were mainly just a mish-mash of obscure events.

I'm good though...generally the results are the same whether I self-condition or not...maybe the basics are now well-ingrained and other influences (as yet not detected) make the difference.

Every day...some time between 16.00 to 17.00 I retire to my bedroom, sit upright by the bed in very subdued light and with Thom Brennan's “Submergence” playing very softly in the background I meditate for about 40 minutes. I use the music because it's drone-music, always the same tune and therefore not a distraction.

I think I eventually drift towards sleep...not too close because I “snort” like a pig when I'm slipping into sleep or start to fall sideways and neither of those happen. Maybe I'm in deep meditation ...personally I think I'm maybe moving into hypnagogia (although I don't ever get a “start”).

Wherever I am it's useful...once a saw a flash of a vision of a person...too quick to identify...today I say what looked like a very clear Youtube video of a house frontage in a suburban setting It was as if I was watching from a passing car (although it never actually went out of vision??) It was so vivid I thought for a second I was watching on a pc, with my eyes open. Dark room, eyes shut, no pc.

I realised that I wasn't and I was a bit confused. Was a dream building and I merely needed to slip into it? I felt too awake to do that but I tried to relax and the image gradually faded. A hypnagogic vision? It was very clear and seemingly moving.

I cannot normally think of an object and visualise that object clearly with my eyes shut...maybe few people can... But I try to visualise a wire-frame square...no go...except I've discovered I can sometimes do that during meditation... also I can infill with colour...and several times now a rectangle with various shapes inside pops into vision...where does that come from?

So...something different again...and that's what keeps the dream alive for me...

Still planning for an expected trip with my new mate Psi, sometime in the Autumn...

I was running thorugh the city. At first I ran with a friend called Fran, because cars were going fast and they wouldn't stop for us. Then someone else, a random DC, joined for the run. We were already on a street called Bv Roca and there were few cars in that Boulevard. I saw in front of the street a woman with his son of about 2-3 years of age. He was talking out loud that this couldn't be possible, that we weren't supposed to be there and that she would complain to police or whatever. She was entering a shop. I saw at that time in my side of the street a big supermarket and beyond some trees and houses, in front of that houses a fountain, the other street and a school. We planned to be in front of the school, at the fountains, and there we would think what to do next. But since this woman was complaining perhaps we would get caught before we reached there. To my right there was a large sidewalk and some houses. At that time i was feeling angry and impotent. So when i saw a man entering his house i looked at him firmly, and i shouted at him "look at me!", i was mad, because i wanted to try to explode the shop of the woman.

Then i dreamt with entering a house backyard. There was a dog by the door who jumps at me. I push it off nicely at first. Then he comes back and jumps at me again. I push it off now more seriously. He seems to get angry and he bites my hand.

Then i dreamt about some friends from the school, they were mainly girls and just one boy called Fran who was taking pictures to one of the girls.

Then i dreamt about travelling to Europe i don't know how could i but at few days before travelling to Europe my dad was taking me to school in his car, by the street of "Centro 11". I didn't have doubts that he would pay the trip, so i could go.

Then i was in year 2007 entering the house of my music teacher. I was thinking about the economy of this country that it went down since the rise of Menem. But now things maybe could change, but we are very behind in economic growth, we would have to be more efficient than other countries to actually advance. It was a challenge, and if that happened i could think again about economy.

>I dreamed I was in my grandfather's kitchen and someone's ashes (note my grandma's body was cremated but I don't think the ashes were hers as I've seen her in dreams post-death) were in a container above a humidifier. A ceremony was about to take place, the ashes were in a container which had a trap door bottom. It took place, the trap door activated and the ashes put into water in a humidifier.

Why, if there's a reason?

Later, I dreamed of being in a building and in a doorway I asked (as if I were on Skype, since I couldn't see his face) "Is this Chris Ballew?" (Musician) and he answered "Yes". Chris is bald, and a few other people were there including one other man a bit older than Chris and this other man is also bald, but who was wearing glasses and had a beard and also had hair on the sides all unlike Chris. Somehow at this point I decided to feel a bald head so I put my hand on this second man's head but I also felt his hair and he said something noting that.

01.07.16

Had 5am-1:30pm shift yesterday and have a 6pm-11pm shift today.

I slept a lot last night.

DR:

Very chaotic, fast paced, no leader, nobody knows whats happening or how to solve it, everybody doing his own thing.

I'm in some very tall and big structure. Modern building, maybe like office building. There is water on 2 sides.

A girl I'm babysitting goes in the shallow water and is dragging a huge black sheet of plastic behind her. I grab it and reel her in.

Later on the other side of the buuilding, we look out the window and some huge tornados are in the sky. They ar skinny and they have some cross sections on them. They are weird. We get in the corridors and away from doors and windows. I try to go back and look at the tornadoes again, but I sense danger like I could get sucked out at any moment.

Some strange, bad force is at play as well. We look for ways to neutrilize it. We look in cabinets and drawers and other pieces of furniture.

Date: Thursday January 7 2016, 12:43 AM
Important: No

Cool Painter Skater
LD #/ >

Total sleep: 3:00
Daytime Techniques: Relax, Be, and Do (No thoughts or thinking)
Lucid Techniques: "I'm a Lucid Dreamer." + WBTB + (1-10) + plan a title
Recall Techniques: "I remember my dreams when I wake up."
Asleep - Awake: 9:43 AM to 12:43 PM
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness): 8
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid): 4
Length (how long it felt like! Because that matters): 25 mins
Emotions: happy, disappointed
Dream Signs: unknown place
Lucidity Trigger: /




-DJ, Willy, and I are in some guy's house. He's about 23 to 25 years old and lives with his parents. He has a really cool painting above the door that leads to his room and he works on a little bit every day. We go in his room and it's pretty small. But, it's a very cool room to me. The walls are a coral color. I see CDs on hangers. I turn around and see a closet. I say, "Lit. Lit. Everything in this room is lit." I step outside of the room back to where the painting is and I hear that the guys parent's are getting divorced. I hear that the wife is leaving the husband for a lady. The husband finds it outrageous. The wife asks, "Well, will you do all of the stuff that I want you to do? Because you will have to swallow it. And she will." I remember some light skinned woman having fangs. I know feel sorry for the guy with the painting because he's not going to get to finish it. I feel like the transportation vehicle that the guy uses to get around is in a video game that I've played before. But, I don't remember it. I just know that it was an amazing video game. Something happened and the dreamscape changes...

Takeaway:
-Spend a little more time looking at individual things for a little longer

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Court Show
LD #/ >

Total sleep: 1:07
Asleep - Awake: 8:19 AM to 9:26 AM
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness): 7
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid): 4
Length (how long it felt like! Because that matters): 12 mins
Emotions: confused, admiration, disbelief, relief
Dream Signs: when I'm talking, when I'm around people
Lucidity Trigger: /




-I am in the basketball gym and the lights are dimmed down. There are people there including DJ, Willy, JJ, and Looby. If you do use by me talking to someone sitting down and ice it down and say, "I don't know why they wear sneakers shields. Especially to a Spartan Race." DJ says, "That's ridiculous." There is now a circle of people formed around this huge gym. There is some woman dancing in the middle to music that is playing. She takes her top off and is wearing nothing but green leggings. She seems to be doing ballet. I say, "She has gorgeous legs." She gets from out of the center of the circle and the next person starts and I think they take their top off as well. I see JJ in the circle and I look at her like," What the hell?!" She gives me a face that says,"Oh. No! I'm not doing that. I am just standing in line. They are going to skip over me." Then, that says, "Oh. Ok." Something happens and the dreamscape changes...

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---Getting ready with a wannabe
LD #/ >

Total sleep: 3:15
Asleep - Awake: 12:50 AM to 4:05 AM
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness): 5
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid): 4
Length (how long it felt like! Because that matters): 4 mins
Emotions: neutral
Dream Signs: when I'm watching a screen
Lucidity Trigger: /




-I don't know where I am. But, apparently, DJ is trying to re-create the movie, "The Loft". I remember seeing Bradley Cooper with wavy longhair almost reached his shoulders. I say something like, "You're doing it all wrong." Something happens and the dreamscape changes...

I was in the left rear seat of a Four-Door 1977-1990 Chevrolet Caprice in Beige which was parked in a parking lot, thinking it was my own. The owner and a few other people came by and I got out, realized it isn't my car and talked with the owner who wasn't mad at me. At some point I said "I don't know how I'm even staying alive" or something similar to that (I know those aren't the exact words) and he laughed.

I’m leaving a store and on my way out I see one of those stuffed animal game grabby machines and it’s really large. All that’s in it are two black body suits with cutouts for the eyes and mouth. On one suit the holes are outlined in lime green, and the other is outlined in orange. There’s a man leaving the store behind me and I turn back as I’m walking and tell him, “those are really creepy.” And laugh. He kinda chuckles and I wonder what he thinks of me. That was bold on my part and not usually something I would do. I get outside and have to wait for a car to pass before I can walk to my car at the very end of the parking lot. There’s a woman sitting on the car that passed and someone runs up to her as the car is driving. Once at my car there is a starbucks across the way but they have updated their logo and it’s now a triangle. People have to mix up their own drinks now by shaking them. I drive away and swerve in and out of obstacles in the parking lot. I start speeding down a curved road where there is traffic and there are cars passing each other by swerving into my lane. I hope nobody hits me. My husband is stressed out by my driving. Out of nowhere tons of police cars fly past me and stop right in front of me. I stop and see them approach another car with guns out. They open the trunk and there are two girls in the trunk in body bags, but they’re alive and they were just having fun.

My husband and I are in the kitchen channeling Native American spirits that live in our house. My husband becomes a spirit animal of a bear and I become an eagle. We’re still in human form, but acting and feeling like those animals. A shaman appears and thanks us, telling us that the spirits won’t have to come back for at least 3 more years. So I give them 3 spoons. Afterwards on my bed I tell my husband that I had fun because I haven’t played fun, intuitive role games like that since I was a kid.

I’m at D&B’s and we’re getting dinner ready. All I have is leftover potatoes cut into squares and covered with sauce and mango or egg chunks. There’s not much so I try to divide it as evenly as possible. A.W. asks me to scoop up some grease and hand it to her with a slotted spatula. I try but all the grease falls out. She gets annoyed and says something snarky about my ability to do a simple task. I get really angry and vent to my husband about her ridiculous request and expectations.

Snack around 2200
Quick shower
Bed @ 2235


Waiting for the Sparkfun tour
I'm in a large room waiting for a Sparkfun tour to start. The room has some kind of partition going most of the way down the middle, and there are a pair of counters and a door on the other side of the partition from me. A line has formed at one of the desks and at the door; I'm leaning against the wall near some other people waiting for the line to get shorter. I'm being careful not to wait too long; I don't want to lose my change for the tour.

Now I'm standing at the counter further from the door checking out with some electronics. The first thing I hand over to the cashier is a box with a multimeter, though I tell her to put it to the side, since I'm not sure if I'll actually be buying it. I see that it's $35 and am surprised; I thought it was $25. I'll only need it if I can't borrow a battery tester from someone else. I need to test the batteries of something my daughter has, but this is Sparkfun; I expect you can't go more than a few feet without tripping over someone's multimeter.

I look over to see how my wife is doing; she's still feeding the baby, and it looks like she'll be a few minutes. Hopefully the tour won't have gotten far before she's able to catch up.

Now I'm in the parking lot outside Sparkfun. A few cars are scattered around. The building itself is a huge off-white cube which isn't remotely attractive.

Bug book
I'm looking through book of common garden insects. Most of the pages look like they're coloring pages, with simple, bold line drawings of each insert accompanied by a short paragraph describing it. Some of the pages have odd white-on-black icons in one corner. I'm currently looking at the page for ladybugs. The text mentions that there are actually two main families. The icon in the corner of this page seems to be indicating that they're a hazard to humans and animals, but that can't be right; there's no way a ladybug could hurt anything. I must be interpreting it wrong (but someone really needs to come up with some better icons).

Now I'm looking at the last page, on water snakes, and it's done in a totally different style: it's a huge block of text along with a smaller grayscale photo. Now I'm watching video of them. First, I see a clip taken from a reedy bank into a body of water. The snake swims by, and it looks nothing like what I expected. It's about 6" wide, at least 10 feet long, and has a ridge running along its back. It's kind of a muddy green color, and it's got a very smooth, dull skin. Now I'm seeing large rocks jutting out of the water just beyond a sheer cliff, and I know I'm seeing footage from Hawaii. This must be the snake's native habitat. Now something is describing the snake's attack: it likes to bite a leg and hold on for about 20 seconds before actually injecting the poison, since this increases the heart rate and helps the poison spread through the body faster. Once it lets go, it waits for the victim to instinctively slap a hand down on the wound before going after the hand for a second bite. The information continues, saying that even with quick medical care it's rare for victims not to start to show symptoms of paralysis. Normally, people can keep their arms synchronized to within a third of a second (that seems way too long), but that'll quickly deteriorate to seconds between movements; they'll start drooling; and typically one side of the body will be affected more than the other.

Dangerous race
I'm in a strange car race. We're all going down a gentle incline on a straight street, driving normal cars - except that every car has a large, heavy-looking blade mounted to the roof spinning dangerously. Now I'm quickly pulling left into the small parking lot of an anonymous business to avoid an oncoming bigrig.

Crazy Brother Attacking Us
I'm in a house, it is fairly large and modern looking. It is dark inside, it's night, but there is some light coming from little cracks in doors and from streetlights shining through windows. I'm in trouble. I'm with a woman I don't know, she is my age, and her brother has gone insane and is attacking us. We have lost him as we ran away through a hall leaving him behind. I try to think of a way to lock him in a room to trap him. I close a bug heavy door like something in a bomb shelter, thinking he is trapped in the room ahead of me.

The woman leaves, trying to escape just in case. I stay behind. The brother appears, he is a skinny and crazy looking guy. He attacks me and he feels very weak. I put him in a sleeper hold and keep on squeezing, I know I have to kill him, it is the only way he won't chase us. I keep him in the hold, squeezing really tight, feeling very sad that I'm killing the guy. I sense that he too knows why this has to happen, or I try to explain it to him? At the last moment I let him go, I can't do it, the guilt would destroy me.

He's limp on the floor, unconscious but still alive I think. I reason to myself, he must be alive. It is now daytime, morning. The sister is now there as well with a mutual friend of ours (not in real life but in the dream). Now that things have calmed down we can relax. I see the brother's jacket, a red college jacket, and the pocket is full of cigarettes, reds. I join the sister on the bed, what a crazy night.

Old Apartment
I'm in my childhood home. I'm in the stairwell, it is a summer day, I see the golden sun shining through the windows. I get up to our floor. I see they have put a new outdoor entrance to the right where the stairs are. That will be convenient but how did they build it? We are on the second floor!

The Doorman at the Club. Meeting Trump
I enter a dingy club in a far-off part of town. It's evening, a grey day. I go up the stairs until I reach the jacket check-in. The light is a stained, dirty type coming from dirty fluorescent lamps overhead. I see a doorman by the jacket racks. I say hi and he tells me to check in my jacket. I'm reluctant to but I confidently give it to him. I'm weary a very fine leather jacket and I take it off and give it to him. He says that the door charge is 7.50. I have a wallet full of money so I pay him with a 10, asking for a receipt, I'm on business. Am I meeting Donald Trump?!? I tell the doorman I haven't been to this club in years. It has really been run into the ground, I think to myself.

On the Hood of a Car
Suddenly I'm on the hood of a car. It is a grey day, looks like a place out further from the city. I think the car passes a McDonald's. The car suddenly stops and I almost fly off the hood, I'm just able to stay on. The guy who is driving it, a friend of mine, a guy my age (but who I don't know in real life) apologizes he had to stop to avoid hitting someone. He turns to the right and starts accelerating. I notice he is now on a road leading to the highway. Uh oh. I look to my right and see a man yelling, what am I doing?!?! I see the ground is raised by to the right of the road, I try to find a place to jump off. We pass under a small overhead bridge made of concrete. On the column to the right I see someone had made a 3D picture of the Illuminati symbol, very impressive. Street art?





Stop at the Machine Shop
It's dark, could be late afternoon, the sun sets so early. I'm at the machine shop. I see many rooms in there, lots of people I don't know. A woman who works there has dreadlocks now? Even has a tab of a can in it. Weird. I see the actual dreaded hippie person who works there. She is about to go for a cigarette. I go outside, circle around the back of the shop where the cargo bay is. I see my boss there, I flag him down and tell him about the model I made for him. He is excited but I get carried away and as I follow him to his office asking for more details he is obviously annoyed. I try to tie my questions up and leave to not annoy him anymore.

It feels like I'm back in the big house from the beginning, a fancy modern building in the night, in the kitchen, the lights are on. The kitchen is large. I stand there with my own sister and a friend of mine I know a little bit. I talk to him, I think my sister is pushing me to, asking why we don't know each other that well. He seems to feel awkward about the question. He says he has always tried to be social with me. I tell him I know him quite well to be honest, more than others.