non-lucid

I wannttt mMOOOORE SLEEEPPPP

Dream
OK so a lot of things happened but again recall is tricky
but I DID happen to remember that my brother and I were playing Roller Coaster Tycoon 2. It functioned like a multiplayer game, where the two of us could work on the park independently of the other. This really only worked out well because it was a dream, so we didn't end up doing something like putting down two of the same ride by accident because I always intuitively knew what he was doing.

we put down a bunch of small, thrilling rides, and I can distinctly remember the struggle to get the entrances and exits and queues and paths all properly laid out, owing mainly to the dream's apathy for consistent game behavior. This seems to be a trend in my dreams, that something will be working not quite as well as the usual, because it's a dream, and I'll get a little annoyed but fail to connect it with the fact that I'm dreaming. I want to turn that into a reality check but it's something that only happens in dreams so... maybe I should just do some visualizations and have myself reality check in response? I'm not suuuure.

Anyway once we had all the thrill rides laid out I was ready for money to start pouring in, because people were queueing all over the place. Like, all the rides were very popular. And yet. We failed to get rich. In fact, it looked more like we were actively losing money. I was like, what the heck, game? And then it turned out that since we'd put down only thrill rides, we were missing out on potential profits from the pansies of the world. The game flat-out showed us where to put down a merry-go-round, like that was the one thing we were missing. So we did. But I feel like I might've woken up shortly after so ohHHH WELL.

Something else about fighting large humanoid bugs.

oh whoops I forgot to post this ooOOPPSSS

My youngest two brothers and I are going through a building, which feels like a hospital. I'm unsure where we're going, only that I feel like there are forces pursuing my brothers and I have to keep them safe. My brother seems more mature than he is in waking life. I feel protective of them both because I am so much older than them.

I call my uncle who I am quite close to, and we speak on the phone for a little while. He has to hang up on me though, because he starts crying. He recently moved away from everything he ever knew to start a new life, and he has been lonely getting his new life started with his family. Having moved to a city where I knew no one, I understand his loneliness. I call him back immediately. He answers, and we speak some more. I can hear my cousin playing video games in the background, and then it's like I'm in the room with him and can see his living room and his daughter on the couch playing Call of Duty.

11/12/15

Dream 1: I was at a schoolies party with some friends at a holiday house. I can't remember too much of this dream anymore but I do remember pulling a bit long white and blue crusty thing from behind my teeth, sort of like congealed detergent, which was pretty disgusting. (Ps. I remembered this dream full of detail after I woke up only 2 hours after falling asleep, the earliest I think I've ever had a fully fledged dream, I have just forgot some of the details in the intervening space.)

Dream 2: I was going to a college, and instead of picking a science degree like I normally would, I decided to go for a special arts degree instead. I had the choice between three degrees, and the one I chose was about studying the history of magic (lolwut). I ended up slightly regretting my choice though, preferring the degree someone else did (forgot what it was called). All in all we had a welcome ceremony where the three students doing the three different courses got paired up with their teacher and so forth. My teacher was youngish man who had a worldly air about him but also seemed quite strict.
The lessons began and I progressed through the course, feeling like something was missing and having some regret. In the canteen one day I as sitting by myself as our area of study didn't really mingle with other people and I saw a bunch of science students come in, which triggered more pangs of regret. The next lesson my professor surprised me by making it a practical test of my magical abilities, putting me in an old, abandoned wing of the building and setting up a maze within the dust hallways and stacked furniture. Several magical creatures and obstacles were conjured up by him which I had to defeat/overcome. I was sufficiently adept at the course, I just struggled with motivation and wondering if I had made the right decision. Some time passed, and I was in front of a fish and chips shop near my house, talking about our respective courses and stuff with some people.

Dream 3: I was at a house party thrown by Sofia Vergara where we were all outside playing a sort of puzzle game. There was a vast garden with a concrete circle in the middle, split up into 12 or so segments. Behind each of the segments and also strewn across the garden were various monuments and objects. Each of the guests and Sofia stood in one of the segments and the game began; we had to use the clues of whosever turn it was to find out what object in the garden we were looking for. It happened to be Sofia's turn, so she was giving us clues about a monument with significance. I thought it might have been a menhir in a shallow pool which I could see, but it wasn't. Eventually the time ran out and she declared herself victorious, revealing that the answer was... the Taj Mahal, a smaller version of which was hidden behind a hedge far away in the garden. We all protested that we couldn't see that and it was unfair as she actually knew the contents of the garden, but she refused to listen an continues celebrating her win.

Dream 4: I was involved in some European news channel, crossing across all of the countries in Europe. There was a massive storm brewing, an I was shown reporters from all across the continent talking about the storm and its significance etc.

Just had to write this one down even though I don't remember most of it. It was one of those dreams I just loved, I don't know why, but it was just emotional and... fun? I don't know, but I really enjoyed it for some reason.

I was at the library. There was a guy there who did something bad, I don't remember what, but I shot him and killed him. I didn't get convicted of his murder so everyone hated me for it because they knew I was guilty, but I knew I had killed a bad man so I didn't care. After that, when I entered the library people would alienate me and give me angry looks. Everyone hated me. I was told that I was not allowed in the New Materials section for some reason, but I needed go to that section because I wanted to find a book that was written about me and the murder I committed. I could have told someone to find the book for me but I didn't want anyone to know what book I wanted, so I just wandered the library quietly.

So that's it. Again, I don't know why but I really enjoyed this dream. It's really hard to get the feel of a dream down in writing. It's like I enjoyed the fact that people couldn't stand me... weird.

There was a white building, to be entered by one person each day, alone, to solve a puzzle. The solving of the puzzle involved finding items in the building and putting them together somehow to create some part of a message. It wasn't like a jigsaw puzzle but it was like solving a mystery. The outside of the building looked like a white church but the inside was more like a house but it didn't have much stuff in it. While I was in there I felt like there were demons or little ghosts following me and I felt like I would be doomed or die if I didn't solve the puzzle for the day.

Then the next day my mom was in there and I was outside playing on some parallel bars with some kids and other people and I was worried about my mom being in there because of the demons but my mom came out and she was fine. One day a different woman went in to solve the puzzle and she had to go on a conveyor belt through a machine that tattooed her with weird tattoos that were supposed to help solve the mystery. I went in one day and found little vials and I thought I was going to have to drink poison but the vials just had words on them that I had to match up with words on other objects. I began to wonder if the demons were just in my imagination and it was just a game, but I was still a little scared. On several consecutive days I would walk into the building to do the puzzle and there would be a fat woman naked on the toilet and I would be embarrassed and walk away and would be annoyed because only one person is supposed to be in the building and I wanted to do the puzzle but she was already in there wasting time when she should be in there doing the puzzle.

In a different dream I went back to my room at my parents' house. It was different. Instead of being one, big, empty room, it was two little rooms connected together with a bunch of my stuff in there. It wasn't a mess, but just looked like I had been doing things in there and then suddenly left for a long time. I think in the first little room I had my own laundry room because I started picking up some of my clothes and putting them into the washer.

Well,we all know what the title means,folks!People turning into zombies and stuffs.And for some reasons you become the survivor and all that cliche things.Well in this dream,I became the only survivor.(although I really rather die than running away from zombies,I mean,my tired face in that dream was so hilarious! )

So I was the only human and to start over a new human generation will be impossible because I couldn't really give birth to a baby with all the corrupted dicks,right?...Eh,that will be very disturbing.

But back to the chase,I tried very hard to escape from all the zombies,climbing up the roof of a building and there I was watching the eiffel tower from afar....With a horny zombie treating the tower like a dildo.(I will never see the tower like I used to,ever again.Damn it,horny zombie.)and to distract myself from the inappropriate view,I looked down,only to see angry mobs of zombies,NOT chasing me,but making love with each other.(Angry sex...Whoa)

As I was doing nothing on the roof,while also being forever alone*sigh*,more and more baby zombies were born and soon earth was just a pile of zomibies having sexual intercourses...Bondage...Doggy style...Big 69-You get the point guys.They also did it with the youngsters.

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And I was still ignored.

I couldn't remember much after this,but the dream ended with me shooting all the zombies and waving a flag,yelling,

"Now there is no more milk pudding and white balloon!"...Which is totally not related with the zombie dream,depending on its real context,of course.

hhaaaaa

Dream
Dreamed mom was telling me about this like, cross-country runner guy who'd been converted to Christianity. So I'm like okay hold that thought and we're at this strip mall place at night (kinda feels like I've been there before in another dream) and I get outta the parked car and make my way over to an ATM that gives me the deets on this guy.

So it shows a nice lil illustrative graphic video of him running all over the place in West Virginia, complete with little numbers showing how very far he's gone, and then he runs into this Christian dude who's got a pamphlet. And he's just kinda standing there in the path in the middle of nowhere waiting for the guy. And then the Christian dude says something challenging like "Jesus died for you, how can you be allowed to have your own pamphlet when you haven't-" and I feel like the cross-country runner guy and I both get the same thought like "...if the runner guy hasn't jumped off this cliff and died...!" like, y'know, to show his dedication and stuff, except then the Christian guy finishes his thought and it's something a lot more mundane.

So I'm like, unconvinced by this display, and then I have to eat a big bowl of cereal so I'm tryna hurry up and do that so I can get back to mom. Except then she just pulls up while I'm walking to her like yup here I am! And I'm like cool.

Once again I feel like there was somethin' else cool goin' on but apparently my recall is not THAT good so oohhhhhhhhhh well

I'm in a bank, dark outside the windows, small lamps on the wooden teller desks. There is only myself and one teller. She is a young, attractive blonde woman in very nice business clothes. I don't think she is a teller at all, someone a little higher in management. I ask what my balance is on my account and she says 6000€. I'm totally amazed, how did I get so much? After she says that she begins to flirt with me. Is it only because of the money I have that she is showing this interest? Despite thinking this, I feel good that she is showing interest in me. She puts her arms around my neck and begins to stroke the back of my neck.

I'm in the middle of the city and night. It might just be the evening though, it is dark. Orange street lights illuminate the old roads and tall buildings on either side. I see a friend of mine and she says she has hooked up her electricity to an older system and if I could add something to it. I look at it, it looks like wires everywhere. I try to adjust one and the light begin to flicker. I push the wire a little more until the power comes back. The whole system is really sensitive. She says her boyfriend is getting them a new cable card so they can hook up the electricity better.

I go to a old-timey bakery. There are lots of cakes on sale in the sale windows under the counter. I see they are selling the last ones of the day. I say I'll take them all. Back at my friends place, I see my sister and some other friends. I tell them that everyone can have cake, I feel good that I'm able to offer everyone cake. Everyone smiles and is ready for a piece.

I go and pick up the cakes. Back at the bakery I tell them I bought them and I'm going to pick them up. They say they don't have them anymore. I'm surprised, how is this possible? They say I shouldn't have just left the cakes here. I angrily take out a receipt and say that I arranged to pick them up later. They apologize and give me the cakes and the loafs of bread I reserved. The loaves look like large rocks, I see they have baked dried tomatoes and olives into them.

I'm back in the gas station doing a night shift. It's toward the end, the morning has come but it is still pitch black outside. I've been talking to the other employee all night and I feel guilty that I didn't do everything I was supposed to do. It's been a while. As I start to do my neglected jobs I see David Duchovny. I'm shocked. I can't believe it! Why is he here? I run to the other counter and say I have to take a break, ijust have to. I go downstairs into the locker room and pull a piece of thin cardboard. I need his autograph. I run upstairs and I see he has entered with Gillain Anderson and another man. I'm starstruck, I can barely blurt out "I love the X-files can I have your autograph?". Duchovny says he doesn't always want to be remembered as Mulder. I feel bad about it but I want to tell him what kind of massive effect the show had on me and how important it was and is still. I see a large line forming and I have to go take care of the line and I ask him if he and Gillian Anderson can sign my little ripped up piece of cardboard.

I go to the cash register. There is a large line and people are being rude, looking at me meanly. Some people are cutting in line and this aggravates me.

MILD(BEFORE SLEEP AND WBTB)

*There was an explaination of advice given as scene of a side of a mountain appeared. An unknown figure pointed to a board displaying the obstacle that was being talked about. The message was something along the lines of how drugs could distract you from the spiritual path so be careful.

My mind is taking me back to school 10/12/15

Dream 1: Something about being at a country school during the day and there being a fire alarm going off.

Fragment: Something about being at a university at night time.

Dream 2: I dreamed about my school graduation. Everyone was all dressed up fancily, yet for some reason the only way into the graduation was through a giant toboggan/water slide. It was 2 to a cart, so me and someone else jumped in and off we went, hemmed in on either side by other people. Eventually however everyone had stopped as the slide was blocked up. Our coordinators voice came through speakers and told us that there was a blockage due to flooding at the bottom of the slide. He said they would try to fix it but most likely wouldn't be able to so the guys should take off their suit jackets in case they got ruined. While this was happening inexplicably a black and white cat appeared and started jumping in between the carts, nestling up against people and seeking attention. After a while everything started moving again and we eventually got to the bottom of the slide. It was indeed flooded and we had to tippytoe out and dry ourselves off a bit.
Once inside I saw it a long rectangular room which looked a bit like a library as there were bookshelves on the walls. A teacher gave me a pamphlet thingy and then I found a seat next to some people from my media class. The librarian at the school started giving a speech, casually insulting some of the students, and then the dux was being announced. There was a twist however. There wasn't one dux, or two, but six! The names listed off were.. me (lol), Luke, Emily, David and Reza (only 5 I know but I'm sure these were the only names. All in all it was quite strange, particularly how my brother didn't get anything, probably representing my subconscious yearnings haha.

I don't remember much. First I was at a creek with a bunch of people playing and swimming in the creek and it was warm for December. Then I was at a church dinner and the plates were all served with marijuana leaves as garnishes.

I know I had other dreams but I was distracted with taking care of Kitty in the middle of the night because one time she was lying on my back making me too hot and another time she threw up on me.

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this is really tricky to try to remember

Dream
okay so there was this queen and I was this worker dude, really more like a peasant, who wanted to be all subversive and it's hard to remember more details than that? But I know at one point that like, I was uselessly messin' around with bales of hay on a long cart (which was my main purpose, it seemed), and out of nowhere a couple of arrows whistled right past my head from below me. There was this guy hiding in the corn right next to the cart who was, I think, angrily posting to his twitter account about how he didn't like the queen so he was taking it out on her workers, which maybe inspired me to start posting on MY twitter account about the "literal" (I made very sure to note that these were literal arrows and not, say, metaphorical ones) arrows that some madman had just fired at my head because he hated someone else entirely (surprisingly I did not then attempt to hunt down the perpetrator in question, who I'm pretty sure was still RIGHT THERE in the corn posting on his twitter account).

And there was something earlier about how I was a gay dude looking at a guy on the front of a magazine and it was like, my favorite magazine cover of all time. Which reminds me of other things but honestly this dream does not translate to reality very well at all.

MILD(BEFORE SLEEP)

* I thought about how I miss smoking weed and how I should smoke soon to relax.
*I was riding in the car with a person who I do not know and I noticed that they purposely crashed into a big truck. I was mad at this person and quickly left the scene after the crash.
* I was in a head shop when I noticed that they were selling piracetam for cheap. I asked the clerk how much it was and he gave me a price also telling me that it did not work for a lot of people. I told the clerk that I want to give it a shot and that I would buy a lot of the piracetam.
*I was praying to vishnu and feeling a blessing.

Some pretty interesting dreams, shame I've forgotten a little bit. 9/12/15

1: I was staying at a small shack on a windswept, dark and stormy coast, working on a special book, either as a present to someone or for myself. The book was a large, think volume bound in black leather with thick pages. What I was doing was scratching into each page special lines that would reflect the light when it was held at certain angles. I'm not sure if the book as meant to be magic or what, but it was pretty cool. I had been ignoring/procrastinating the book for some time, however, and eventually the due date came around and I was sure I had failed, only starting to do the lines on 2 pages as it was such an arduous task. I disappointedly flipped through the book showing it to someone when the light on the pages caught my eye. On those two pages I had actually succeeded! This gave me a rush of confidence and I resolved to finish the book, not for whatever original reason but for myself, as a piece of art and craftsmanship.

2: I can't remember the start of the dream or what prompted my escape, but I was originally in some part of Africa I believe and I had to escape back to America. I had to travel to Canada instead because of support I had showed for Russia during my escapades. I remember touching down in Canada and being met by protestors and government officials, allowing me to give a speech on my political views.

3: I was at Disneyland with my family. We were at a food bar, ordering all sort of different things, however all of the foo was made out of jelly-like lollies. My brother and I were meant to be ding some sor of undercover mission I think, but I'm not quite sure.

SC 1 - 02:00
Dream - Music
This dream felt more like a series of images followed by the sound of classical music.
I see a blonde girl in a room, I think it's a hospital, there's the sound of classical music humming through the air. The room seems familiar somehow, and I feel like it's a place to take music lessons too. I think I can remember the wind blowing through the window, causing the white curtains to billow around. This dream wasn't particularly visual, but more auditory.

After waking up the first time I struggled to get up again. I think it's because I had a blood test yesterday which caused me to become unfocused throughout the day and a little bit dizzy.

SC 3 or 4 - 06:42
Dream - Save me
Another primarily auditory dream with weak visuals.
I see a kid and there's a song going "Save meeee, I'm looost" (which I googled, the song is called 'Show me what I'm looking for') playing in my head. I think I reach my hand out, which had something to do the song. Like I was trying to be saved/save someone.

SC 4 or 5 - 07:42
Dream - Sneezy approach
This dream was more visual this time.
I'm watching a movie called 'Sneezy Approach' which is some RomCom produced by Adam Sandler with Vince Vaughn as one of the main actors. I think he gets punch in the face and his teeth get all screwed up, he's always had bad luck with women prior to that. At the end of the movie he's a total boss when it comes to women, and a hot redhead walks up to him, pulls out his two front teeth and throws them away and they start kissing like crazy (as if it were the ending of a movie saying 'and they lived happily ever after'), it was like they had just gotten married.