non-lucid

NON-DREAM
DREAM
LUCID
FALSE AWAKENING
NIGHTMARE
FRAGMENT
HYPNAGOGIC SOUNDS
HYPNOPOMPIC SOUNDS
(Unconnected dreams indicated by a *. Connected dreams indicated by a •. )

I call the sound hypnagogic because I was trying to sleep in. When I went downstairs to check, Mom didn't seem like she had called me. Also I am no longer in school and do not go to work so there is no reason she should have called me. It was clearly my name.

* I am on the Magic School Bus.

* My mom is calling my name.

night of 24/12/15:

Dream 1: I dreamt that my brother revealed that he was gay, which put me in a bit of a tricky position. I was at school and answering some questions about this from my teachers and classmates. Someone showed me this movie about New York, focusing on Time Square with some beautiful panoramic shots. One teacher in particular seemed quite interested in stuff.

Had several dreams last night, only one was Lucid.

First dream took place at an unfamiliar house, but in the dream the house belonged to me and it seemed as if this place was part central. All of the dream characters were strangers to me. Just your standard party dream with drinking and being stupid. Things got out of control eventually and faded to the next day where me and some dude were talking about maybe not having another party the next night. [ This is funny because I had just joined this site and my dream was full of strangers celebrating ] Later in the dream I was throwing a football with one my old college fraternity house brothers. I was telling him about the time i smoked dank and passed out standing up hahaha. He was like, "Yeah dude you can't hold that shit in too long or you will fall out". I have started actually talking outloud to characters in my dreams, and this has become a trigger because I wake up but stay in the dream state, because I can hear myself talking in reality, but the dream keeps right on playing. I have been tempted to try to stand up and remain in the dream state. For some reason I resort to whispering to dream characters because once I start talking out loud, I can't go back to mentally thinking what I want to tell everyone in the dream. So, later on in the dream it turns into my typical first person shooter [ Playing too much Farcry will do that] I rocket launchered a semi carrying a load of canned ham...then had to explain to police why my dream boiled over into reality and that I didn't really mean to shoot a RPG into traffic [ false awakening]. Then i woke up, saying WTF?

I was quite tired yesterday. Went to bed earlier than normal and read a chapter in my book. The chapter was so long that I ended up really going to bed around the same time as normal (about 23:45). I woke up around 08:30. It's now 09:00

Penisslip
I'm in my mom's living room. I can tell by the big, black couch. I'm with my friend Sel. I can't recall why, but she is making me take off my shirt. There's nothing really sexual going on between us. I also have to take off my pants. Before doing so I take a moment to look which boxer I'm wearing, as I don't wanna embarrass myself with a childish boxer. It's an ok one. I pull my pants down, but the tip of my penis sticks out of the top of my boxer. Ah crap. I tuck it away asap, but Sel starts laughing and tells me she's already seen it. At this point I'm also hoping that I won't get a boner, because having a bulge in my boxer would be really obvious now. I'm hoping she will take something off as well. She is hot after all. She tells me that she is still dating Lukas. Really? Lukas? He is such a nerdy dude. I can't see them being together, her being out of his league. Also the thought that he is still with Lea is vaguely in the back of my mind.

Gym (this dream is full of gaps)
We have to travel a long way to a gym for some physical education class or something alike. We actually have to take the train or bus. The person I'm with and I decide to take the bus I think.

I recall talking to a white male who was somewhat important. We're in a big room and he's showing us around a bit. He might be the dad of the person I'm with. Eventually we have to leave to take the bus again. It's gonna be a long ride.

We're in the dressing room, along with some other people. It's time to go back home. Again we can choose between the train and the bus. I have a shitload of stuff to carry with me. I consider leaving some behind and picking it up on the second round, but then I remember how far it is and I don't want to do that.

We narrowly miss the train I believe, so we decide to take the bus instead. While we're driving I come to the conclusion that I've left some stuff behind. Fuck. I call someone, but he's already left the gym as well.

At some point while I'm still in the bus I hit the stop button, but I do so too early. I can see the train station a bit further in the distance. I consider getting off anyway, because I'm a bit embarrassed. The bus makes a stop, but I then realise I still have to put on my jacket and get all my stuff together. In the mean time some people start getting off. More and more until finally everyone has left. The bus continues driving with me on it and someone makes a comment which I can't remember. The bus descends rapidly as if I'm on a rollercoaster. I can actually feel the sensation and the tingling in my stomach. Then it's over and we've reached our destination.

Outside of the bus there's a girl to greet me for some reason. A kind of hostess/promo girl. We strike up a conversation as we walk inside together. She talks about the time she had to sing for a group of people.

Fragment
» I'm looking at a fullscreen map of the Netherlands. It's all misshapen. Groningen [a city in the north-east] is in the south-west. The map shows some colouring that I don't understand around Groningen. It makes me wonder what it's supposed to represent.

» My cousin tells us about how she was on the tram just now. She was seated and on the seats behind her, she had put two boxes. One were the parts for a very expensive cargo bike. Another was filled with baby stuff. When she turned around they were gone. Someone must've stolen them. I feel bummed out for her, but at the same time I wonder why she didn't switch places with her stuff so that she could keep an eye on it.

» My friend Anthony has posted something on LinkedIn. I don't recall the exact message, but I recall thinking that this was more of a FB post. It's about being grateful or something and about a party. Next thing I'm walking in the park during daytime with my friend Jor. Anthony wants to join us, but apparently the two of them are having a fight. Anthony remains quite normal under it and gives me the gist of the story, whereas Jor definitely doesn't want to talk to him. This is a bit of a weird and uncomfortable situation. I pick out a spot in the park to put a blanket down and chill. At first I thought about getting myself involved, but they can figure it out for themselves.

Sales
I'm the officemanager of a salescompany I used to work for. I'm surprised to find out myself, as I wasn't the best salesman. Even though I'm the manager, I don't know shit about shit and I feel like a fool. I get instructions rather than giving them. My people meet their targets though, which practically means free money for me.

It's daytime and I'm in a public building where a kid is having his/her birthday party. We're out here to make some sales. I strike up a conversation with 1 or 2 people, but no success. Eventually we move outside, as there are more and more salespeople around this place, working for different charities. Outside are people from my office. It didn't occur to me, but suddenly I realise that I'm holding a BNN sign, which is a organisation that some of us are selling for. Not me though. I have a big laugh at this.

Rainbow carpet
Not sure if it's me or someone else, but someone is driving a car around and I'm in it. It's daytime and I can make out the street pattern quite well. At some point there is the consideration of where to park (as in, where is the free parking). I recall the places where you have to pay, so lets avoid those at least. We end up at a roundabout.

The roundabout is a bit of a magical happy go lucky place. There's a fabric of some sorts which has been lain around the roundabout several times. It's rainbow coloured and quite soft and special. Polgara is also present. We are arranging the fabric again so that it's set properly. My little brother is there as well, sitting behind the computer. I tell him to come and help us. First he makes up the excuse that he's doing homework or something alike. Then he comes with a different excuse. And yet another. Dick.

First entry, here it goes...try not to spook.

Dream started off in a briefing room with about 20 people in chairs listening to the 1sgt give instructions for the attack. We were given instructions on how to lanyard our weapons to our bodies with two attachments. The weapon was similar to the machine guns in Starship Troopers ( this is getting exciting already). We were told that we would be crossing into enemy territory in broad daylight on foot, and that the base was underground approximately 1 square kilometer in size. We headed out running across an open field which soon turned into some kind of stadium where there was a sporting event taking place. As we ran by people didn't even notice us. I entered the base via a storm door, the kind where people run to during a tornado. I ran into an open area where people where sitting listening to a speaker give a lecture. That's when i opened up on them, full auto. Yes, it's kind of scary to put this out there given todays climate with terrorism, but that's what it was. Bad part is, nobody ran for cover or shot back at me. This lasted about a minute in dream time and I ran like hell out of the place, and onto a highway. The dream was extremely violent and very realistic, the vividness of it had me out of breath when i woke up. I remember thinking to myself, Oh my God why did I do that? It felt like someone else's memory or dreamscape. I really hope not, because it was evil.

I remember the dream I had last night..!

Part of it, that is..!

But I got to join a group of mages on a quest..! Seemed fun at first, however I tried to follow a map and lost track of everyone else in my group.. Needless to say I ended up getting super lost..

Even in dreams, my sense of directions are bad..! xD

Morning of December 24, 2015. Thursday.



…And so now it appears that I enter my yearly stage where the heat of our environment has the most influence on my dream states, at least during certain times in the morning.

Yet again, twenty years or so of memories are seemingly randomly scrambled in the dream state (of course, only certain stages of certain dream states). I am at least living with my wife Zsuzsanna and our children but we are apparently living in some sort of altered version of the Loomis Street house (unlike any other altered version I had seen in any previous dream). A variation of the large reverse-L-shaped closet (that joins two bedrooms somewhat as a “hallway”) is mostly featured here.

At one point, there seems to be a small fire inside the wall, visible through a small hole. When I go to check out the possible source and exact location (and to see how far it has spread assuming it has) and check the other side of the wall, there is an odd “secret” panel built into the wall which I may or may not have known of before, accessible from the front small bedroom (but still hard to reach through to), where there are two cream-colored dials (similar to the design of a 1960s radio), one above the other by about four inches and around the level of my lower chest. Each dial seems connected to some sort of isolated door-latch-like feature slightly above it, in a shallow recess. I am aware, oddly enough, that each dial controls a particular door elsewhere in the house, one being the bathroom, I think, and another, a different bedroom. In order to fully get to the dials, I need to unscrew two screws at opposite vertical ends of the panel. The act of doing this is very “realistic” and palpable, as well as with no time distortions (or typical dream “shortcuts”). I put the two screws on a shelf in the closet at about shoulder level. When I notice a sink in the closet (as if for a bathroom) it does not seem out of place. Regarding the two screws, it seems one is sliver and one is gold. (On a side note, the act of unscrewing two or more screws with such an extreme level of focus, clarity, and tangibility, seems to be something that has only happened in my dreams over the past couple of years or so - it may relate to “opening up” other levels of consciousness though this is not certain.)

When I have easier access, the dials seem to be damaged from either lack of use or from the fire, which I do not presently see. There is some powdery substance around each small “latch” which seems to possibly be disintegrated wood or ash, seemingly causing the dial to not work as it should. I try to see if I can shut the relevant door located in another room by turning one dial, but it is difficult. I ask my wife to check, but nothing seems to be happening other than the other door slightly swaying. The remote shutting of a door in another part of the house by using a small dial built inside a wall is an intriguing concept and I think this is the first time it has featured as such in a dream (at least with more clarity). Still, how would I know when the door was actually open or shut (or locked) without a partner telling me from another room - otherwise I would have to wander back and forth numerous times (I think there is a “message” here somewhere). Apparently, if the latch-like feature above the dial clicks into a certain position (at “12 o'clock), I assume that means the unseen door in another room is shut - but again, it does not seem to work, the feel of the dial being too "soft” where it should probably click in its operation related to the other small feature.

I am annoyed by the failure of the dials to operate either door, either in opening them or in keeping them closed and possibly even locked. I eventually notice a large fire under the sink (with no doors under the sink) again, inside the closet, facing east, where the closet door is. The fire is “supposed” to be there it seems, but seems just a bit too large and shooting out from the sides somewhat. (Of course, there was no sink - or a furnace - in this closet in reality.) My friend Rick S is in the house, possibly just visiting us, and I ask him to turn down the thermostat while I still examine the dials. Eventually, in addition to the adjustment near the sink-furnace composite I realize that the two dials are probably related to the thermostats in two different adjacent rooms rather than what I originally assumed them to be for. No wonder there has been a fire. The dials need to be turned back counterclockwise to at least “10 o'clock” so that the fire and heat is not as extreme.

This dream is based on some real-life associations; firstly, the extreme heat, secondly, several of the doors in this house have always been problematic, opening up shortly after closing them (the back door and bathroom door in fact, needing to be locked to keep them closed - otherwise they will just pop open), and thirdly, one of the doors below the sink is off and needs to be replaced or reset with different holes and screws.

I appear to be in a forest walking on the dirt road. There was another person with me and I believe we were trying to find a way out. I had some sort of vechile that allowed me to travel by leaping large distances. I soon found myself in a desert. The other person with me began yelling for me to come back down. As I did I told them we had to climb a mountain in order to find the exit. Stating that I wouldn't lie but they seem more concern with a candy bar at the moment. The scene change with me,my father and brother all walking in to a store. I caught on to the change and analyse the cinnamon filling bags. That's when I could feel the dream fading while the lights were going off and on. I knew I am dreaming now and prepared for DEILD. Later on to say it was unsuccessful.

[Notes]:
- Meh, not too much. at the beginning of a not-stressful week.

[Dream 1]:
This truck (blue or red) and my advisor for chem who is my dad in the dream were out in this field, apparently to do a photo shoot. He's carrying this metal mesh that he's ripped into three or so peices, but suddently this facehugger/horseshoe crab hops out and stings him on the shoulder, and continues to jump around. Apparently, it's poisonous.

[Dream 2]:
I'm at this "Ice Bar" for some sort of community outreach program. It's this big chunky white building, possibly inspired by a Minecraft mod. It's rather empty on the inside, outside of a couple spinny/lawn chairs. Me, L, and S are all in there. S is clearly high as usual and asks me if I want to "hang out" like he usually does, and I reject. L laughs, and I leave...

[The dream fragments...]

23/12/15:

Fragment about my brother being a dragon and bumping/knocking stuff with his snout

Dream 1: I dreamt about a Mongolian friend I had at school making a vlog about Mongolian food. She was going around her house with a camera and talking about this certain dish, jefer or something sounding like that. She asked her mum how much she would be making, and she replied enough for 7 people to eat. It was a big, hearty meat stew with something looking like cuscus and vegetables, it looked quite nice.

Dream 2: I walked down to a local French café to get something to eat. As I walked in I overheard two men talking about how the café was moving into a new building and had a new owner or something like that. I went in and ordered something, then I saw the manager off to the side so, on an impulse, I walked over to him and asked if there were any vacancies for the new transition. He seemed surprised that I knew they were moving, then said there was a position available but someone else had already applied so he would have to compare the two of us. I agreed to meet him in half an hour, then ran back home to collect my resume and stuff and my family came along. I went back to the café and was told I would have an interview with the manager. He also told me the name of the other applicant, Gordon. I started and asked him if he was about my age with dark hair and skin, and he replied yes. I knew this Gordon from school, this made my efforts to secure the job a bit harder. I was told to wait for a few minutes before the interview so I went and sat with my family. My mum and brother were talking about a book he had brought. It had a deep blue cover, like of a twilight sky, with 5 bronze horse situated at various points on both sides of the cover. I believe the book was meant to be a school book about the Australian outback, I'm not sure what the title was however.

12.23.15

Second week of dayjobs.

Had an awesome dream. Long and detailed.

First I'm at a doctor because I got 2 small wounds on my right leg. I needed stiches. He asked if I want something for pain before he starts and I declined. Always wanted to know how that feels, so here is my chance.

He puts some small metal rod through my skin as to test if it hurts? I'm not sure. But it looks like he has no idea what he is doing.

Change of scenery.

I'm walking on a sidewalk on some hilly residential neighborhood. To my left are some winding, steep, concrete steps with some thick shrubs and lots of trees next to it. There is ryan and his brother and sister. We greet each other as if no time had past since we last saw eachother. We are all happy. Their mom is there too.

We do bunch of things together. Happy dream and good feeling afterwards.

NON-DREAM
DREAM
LUCID
FALSE AWAKENING
NIGHTMARE
FRAGMENT
(Unconnected dreams indicated by a *. Connected dreams indicated by a •. )
* I'm in what looks like a department store and I'm trying all the couches.

* I've written a story in Microsoft Word and I can't delete it.

I had a couple of dreams I remember from last night.
1st I was doing some crazy digging with some people, it was more like sculpting, of pavement and rocks under the ground. Then it all started to collapse so I pulled people out, eventually we got out.

2nd I was on a boat, things were happening then we were going to run aground into a bay with fishing nets and people in the water and on a sandy beach.
Nobody was going to do anything so in the end I got annoyed and I grabbed the controls, they seemed pretty easy to operate. Just some switches to flick to get things moving, accelerate etc and it responded instantly to my touch.
Then I looked around me, I could stop of at the beach and swim/have breakfast or I could head round the coast, or as I looked at to sea, I thought I could go anywhere. A wonderful feeling of calm came over me.
I realised i've had this background mood of panic all the time, but it subsided for a moment, to reveal an ocean of calm.

Cohesion:1/5
Lucidity:1/5

It seemed to have been my birthday, and my mother decided to bring me to a bakery past midnight to choose a cake. The store owners seemed to have lived in the bakery, but were not angry at being woken. Instead, they seemed apologetic that they couldn't serve us. We negotiated for a moment, and they seemed to be on close terms with the president. They gave us an address at which we could meet him, and they told us he'd let us borrow the presidential car. Suddenly, we're sitting in the car of a secret service member in the midst of afternoon. The seats are oddly green, and he seems anxious, switching between being deathly serious and lighthearted. Suddenly, it's night time and it jumps to the car being rolled over, all of us hiding behind it as he shoots at some approaching enemies. There is a short cut to of finally getting to the car, and we drive it back to the bakery. The store owners are glad to see us, and we bring back three cookies, offering the two of them some. My mother takes one also, but I somehow materialize a new one for my self. They are dry and taste like extremely salty soy sauce, yet everyone keeps eating them. We're all laughing about something, yet one of the shop keepers notices that I made a new cookie appear and looks at me strangely.

MILD

*Some DC told me I was doing them dirty.