non-lucid

A very vague night of dreams. Tried WBTB, faded in and out of a light sleep.

Fragment
Vague image of a X-Files episode set in Australia, in the dusty outback. Mulder by the back of an open trunk of a jeep?

Dream 1
Rainy rivers form on the slanted hill of asphalt outside an industrial hall, the sun is rising behind the trees lower down, the sky is a purple-orange. I try to get a large stagnant puddle moving down the hill with my feet, kicking water to the left and then down the small trickle of a river. It's not very efficient. I think Batman comes up, am I working for him?

A group of feral cats come up by the puddles, they are thin and weird looking like the Devon Rex breed. I look at one, a bit confused. At least I'm getting rid of the water, it won't bother these cats anymore.

I'm walking down a narrow and dark shopping mall hallway, there is a restaurant to the right. A mother and daughter exit the place and pass right in front of me with trays of noodle soup. Looks good.

I enter the well-lit central Metro station. It's like I'm back in high school, there are young kids around forming cliques. There are some mean girls sitting by a group of desks in front of a chalkboard right in the middle of the metro station. They are talking about a picture on the back page of a newspaper,it's a risque picture of one of the unpopular girls in white lingerie posing for an ad? as they laugh I'm acting indifferent and cool. I try to give the impression that I don't care for this kind of high school stuff, I walk away in a plaid shirt like the badass cool kid, feeling really tough.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1
It's daytime and I'm standing outside somewhere. In traffic I believe but close to an escalator. I call my old boss from the time I worked at Telfort. Not entirely sure what we talked about, but he's on his way. Somehow it feels like he's coming by motorcycle, which he doesn't have.

I enter the Telfort shop and one of my old colleagues is standing there. We talk for a bit. I remember me mentioning Vodafone, a competitor.

I am standing in my mom's kitchen, which is the backoffice for the Telfort shop. I'm with the earlier mentioned former colleague and someone else walks in. He started working there after I left, so he doesn't know me. We talk for a bit, but I feel some slight tension. Not too fond of the guy.

Dream 2
I am watching what seems like a documentary, which happens in 'full view'. It looks like a high-school toilet area, with a tile floor. The camera is positioned low, so that I have a sideways view of two teenagers laying on the ground. Documentary style, their names and ages are shown with white letters. I forgot their names, but the guy was 17 and the girl 16. While you can't actually see any of the action, it becomes obvious that they are having sex, right there in the middle of the toilet area, not even in the stalls. I think it's slightly odd that this is being aired. Is this even legal? The guy asks for another drink and grabs a bottle with a dark fluid from the wall (as if there was a shelf there, except there wasn't). The girl becomes mad that he needs to be drunk for this and can't do without.

It's now the hallway just outside the toilet area. The girl is claiming that she got assaulted by the guy, who is still in there. A teacher tries to get the guy to come out. He goes into the toilets but doesn't see anyone. I mention that the guy might be in one of the stalls, with his feet on the toilet so that you can't tell he's in there.

We are in a large room with some office desks. We (= one other guy and I) are trying to identify who the guy in the toilets is. It feels as if we are cops now. We look at stuff on the computer, such as old records and what not, but come up empty. The one guy that looks like the guy in the stalls is an adult man around his 40's. In looks he reminds me slightly of Vincent van Gogh or Louis CK. To our right, just next to the desk is a group of presumably teenagers standing, whom are very interested in what we're doing. To the left the girl in question walks by. We ask her some questions to help us out. What she tells us doesn't add up. She gives us a description of the guy which includes something about his hair length, which is way off.

I am now in cuffs. It's not certain yet that I've done something wrong, but just as a precaution. We seamlessly move from the office area to an outside area. It's already dark. The person that is handling me is Paul from Spin City. Can we at least put a jacket or something over me so that not everyone has to see that I'm cuffed? I start to think about how I would act if I was on the run from the police. How far would I come?

Exactly that happens. I am running. I don't recall my hands still being tied. While running I think about how I would contact my mom. Obviously I'd throw my own phone and simcard away, or else the police would trace it. I could send a message from a new phone and simcard, but my mom's phone might be tapped. I would have to ask a stranger to use his... but then they would know that stranger's location and thus also that I'm in the vicinity. Apparently that vicinity is in the southern part of the Netherlands. Ok I got it: that stranger needs to text a friend in the northern part of the Netherlands to text my mom. That will throw the cops of my trail. I'm running across still standing traffic. I run in between two cars and perform an aerial [freerunning move] to get by them, though that wasn't really necessary. Sweet! I can do that. Never nailed an aerial before. I'm not sure what I did, but I end up running back to where I came from. I perform another aerial, but from a less optimal position. I land, but need to touch a car with my hand for a moment for balance. I think it might've been an orange car. I continue running and put my hand on the rearlight for a moment for an extra push.

Dream 3
I meet up with my dreadlock artist from Indonesia. I think it might be a beach. Wow, his hair has become really long! How has it grown so much and has mine only grown a little bit? Then I notice that his dreads are thinner than they used to be and that halfway they have a different colour. Blond? He's using extensions! It feels weird that he of all people is using extensions, as if he is cheating.

Still on the beach, I am with my first girlfriend and her parents. We're talking about ordering drinks.

Dream 4
I'm talking to a freerunner I know, who is also a filmmaker. We are talking about healthy food and he tells me how difficult it is to find healthy food in Groningen. No it's not man, you just gotta stay away from the candy and all that stuff. While this conversation plays in my mind I see a totally different image. I see a trippy freerunning sequence for a videoclip. The image is turned 90° at one point.

Dream 5
I'm supposed to use a syringe to draw some blood from myself. It's supposed to go into my belly, next to my belly button. I'm quite nervous about it. The only syringe I have left is one I already used once. That's not really hygienic is it... I decide to risk it. I start to look for a good spot on my belly. There are still some marks from the other syringes I used a while back. Don't wanna get too close to that. I start taking deep breaths, which causing my belly to also move in and out. This in turn causes me to accidentally insert the syringe already to the left side of my belly. I decide to roll with it and push it further in. Man this feels weird. It kinda hurts a bit.

A few months ago I had to do this daily for 30 days, except I had to inject myself instead of drawing blood.

Fragment: opening a door of a flat looking out into a passgaeway, I remember that the brickwork was very ornate.

I was in a large room. A very famous plastic surgeon was giving a talk at a podium in the middle of the room. I don't remember much of the talk, there was lots of movement around the room, I can't remember why. I wanted to go to theatre with the surgeon, he was explaining why only medical students could go with him at the moment but that he was going to make space for other doctors.
Then the queen was going to have liposuction. I can't remember much about it. I'm not sure if it was the same dream but I also knew she was going to die in the next couple of days and was thinking about what was going to be on TV after her death.
Then I was watching an Australian talking about the death of someone else who was supposed to be famous, but I had never head of them,and it was getting boring. He was stood outside a small building with TV cameras around him.

I was in a small back garden my wife had sent me out and I was looking through a large rack of blankets for one particular one but it wasn't there. Suddenly there were about five fighter planes in the sky and I recognosed that they were new futuristic planes and I was really excited. I leant against the garden fence to watch but it almost gave way. The planes flew around making lots of noise. Then I realised that there was a large barn in the field behind and hundreds of people were coming out after the air display. I went back into the house which was a small flat, and lots of people came back with me.
I saw an old friend and thought 'why didn't he let me know about the display? In the old days he would have asked me if I wanted to go with him.'

10.12.15

Sleep 2pm - 9:25pm before nightshift

Had tons of dreams. After I woke up I put on Dark Matter that I have been watching last few days. A scene came on in which one guy was being stiched up by his enemy who just cut him in a swordfight.

This reminded me of my dream, in which I was held by some people, most of them were females. Those were doing most of the things. It was long and detailed, but now all I remember is me sitting on a bed, dressed only in socks, asking them please don't make me do this. Then I'm laying down and that's all I remember.

Notes:
- I don't know why, but I only remembered this dream (partially) a couple days afterwards.
- It didn't make much sense in the dream.

[Plot 1 begins]:
So I'm in this alpine ski resort type place, and there's a train track and station there. Everyone that was with me (and more) have been herded over to this train station by metro-cops. We're all confused and scared, cold as well, and we're being forced through some sort of system... hard to explain. But we got in line, and went into these different "garages" for different people. I realize this doesn't make sense but that's how I felt in the dream.

Afterwards, I chilled out in the garage area with some cool people, girls and guys my age.

[The dream fragments]

There was an orbital laser defense system presice and powerful enough to cut a person in half from space by shining it in their path. I was a part of a team of soldiers that was tasked with retrieving the body of a person killed by this laser in a populated city. we approached the body and pulled out a body bag. we scared a Chinese man that must have been in his 20s away while we stuffed the halves of the dead man in the bag.

I wandered off on my own, walking past soldier after soldier on the streets. eventually I came upon a fenced off ramp area. there was a single guard of African origin who was dressed like a modern soldier, holding his gun like the black knight held his sword in Monty Python and the holy grail, downward with both hands on the butt of the rifle. Instinctively I lowered my head, while at the same time attempting to give a friendly nod resulting in a kind of awkward bobbling of my head without making eye contact. (I unfortunately do this a lot in real life while passing people) I had just passed him when he called out to me using a last name I was unfamiliar with, as if he recognized me as someone else. I said no, and stated my first and last name. we talked for a long time, felt like at least 30 minutes about all kinds of things. but eventually the conversation turned to cars and I became bored. I was trying to stay aware of the conversation but I woke up as my mind wandered.

Morning of October 12, 2015. Monday.



In my dream, I had been reading an article and make a note of the names Ken Curtis and Amanda Blake (the names of which stand out and do not become distorted as is often the case with words changing when looking back again at what you have read previously). Over time, my dream shifts into a scenario relating to filming a television show.

In the episode, apparently of “Gunsmoke”, Miss Kitty (who looks like Amanda Blake at this point) is kidnapped by horse thieves. Along the way, she keeps giving them important advice on which direction to go and when to feed the horses. She does not seem to be in any real danger. She seems very concerned that the horses are well-treated and healthy.

Later, I realize that I am Ken Curtis (though look like myself, though younger, perhaps around thirty-five) and my wife Zsuzsanna is Amanda Blake (though also looks like herself at this point). An unknown female “recognizes” us and understands that they or we are the “most famous people ever”. This is even in regards to my dream’s false back story where the two celebrities apparently were only in a few episodes of a television show rather than their actual lifelong careers. I am not exactly sure of how the nature of “our” fame came about.

Also, as Ken Curtis, I can heal people that just come into the same room. One person is grateful for how I healed their back problems.

From here, people come to see us now and then, but not much else happens. I suppose what is even more amusing is that any thought of Matt Dillon (James Arness) is completely nonexistent. I have absolutely no memory of him in my dream at any point and he never appears in any way, even though he was actually the star of “Gunsmoke”. Now this is what I call true selective memory in the dream state and wonder how it is even possible. Before I fell asleep, I was absentmindedly focused on dreams from 1966 up until now, though kind of shifting randomly all over the place.

This is also intriguing because, in both cases, no two people could be so different from us. In both cases, at least the characters they played are nearly the opposite in every way to how we are.

My sister Marilyn did meet Ken Curtis in real life years ago though, when he had his makeup on and such and gave her an autographed photograph as his Festus character.

Ken Curtis: July 2, 1916-April 28, 1991

Amanda Blake: February 20, 1929-August 16, 1989

This dream was vivid, but not lucid. i only remember some parts of the dream.
I was about to lose hope until i just had this dream last night.

Fragment 1/3
I remember just staring at this long road, there were some tanks driving by.

Fragment 2/3
I remember hearing a deep voice announcing some kind of important news, which i thought was the president or something. i dont really remember what he was announcing.....

Fragment 3/3
I was with mom and someone else (idk who) i remember that we were going to go somewhere, but that dream started fading here.

My recall is coming back...Yay!!
But all the landsapes in my dreams were so bleak Oo...
D1 - fragment - Trying to find a parking space outside a giant monolithic shopping centre...so grey...yuck...

D2 - In a dark gloomy pub, concealed lightning...hmm wouldn't notice if you spilled your pint in here...
There are few customers and it looks like despite new management the place will go under...usual.
Then I have inspired idea of changing the music in the pub and for every grumpy old man sitting nursing his pint, a lady (partner)
arrives in brightly dressed clothes to sit beside them. And the whole place cheers up. YeeHaaa.

D3 - We are looking down into a street from a side window. We can clearly see neighbours carrying bags up and down steps. They are chatting. My partner tells me they have bags and bags of xmas shopping. I say no its fire wood which I can clearly see sticking out of their bags. Big branches with knobbly bits.
I go downstairs and across the street. Outside another house an old disheveled man comes up to me. He has some groceries.
I ask what he is doing he says he has come up to London to do some shopping. He looks suspicious and not to clean.
I try to get rid of him but he eventually follows me into the apartment block.
There is a grey courtyard below with doors leading off. Its is cold.
I feel fearful of him, that hes going to do something. My partner is still somewhere else.
Now hes in my apartment! What is it with this guy!?
Now were upstairs, there is a house on the roof. Grey with just wet plaster walls, no paint.
He is talking about how it would be good to live there. I try quietly to tell him about crazy OCD neighbour and how it would be impossible.
He uses my bathroom and then while his back is turned, suddenly his son is there also. I don't know what to do and in the end.
Karate chop them both on the shoulders to dispose of them :/ oopsy.

- 1) After dream I realise the people were similar to father and son in "the road" film
- 2) realise that I had totally rejected my dream characters...well if I could get lucid id make em a room of their own, whatever.

Very little recall today, thanks to both telemarketing maing the phone ring and my cold making it difficult to breath.

Eli told me we met up in a dream house that was partially on a lake, and I was very rambunctious and keep falling into the water and climlbing back on the rocks around the terrace as he tried to keep me dry. I sort of remember hugging him and feeling his stumble against my cheek but that's it.

I also dream of a big pure black panther with yellow eyes following me around and being very clingy and begging for hug and sitting on my chest and purring while my mother fussed around the house putting this back and my sister died her hair.

Dream 1
Fragment: I see a friend of mine in a university library. He gives me some books I need to read. I meet his girlfriend. When he leaves the girlfriend points out a guy dressed as a woman who is playing a nasty trick on my friend. I'm going to start dating this impostor and then let him know I'm aware of his deceit.

Dream 2
I'm in a decrepit house in an American suburb. The sky is an oppressive grey, a muggy day. The front door is by the side of the house, have to climb some stairs. Inside the house is a mess. The walls and floor are stained with filth, the place looks condemned. The path has been made through all the junk and trash on the floor. I walk down the makeshift path to the wall by the far wall. There is a few windows facing the drive with thin curtains. There is a computer there and I start to watch some smutty porn on it. It is as if the women in the clips enter the house? They look manic and desperate and it makes me fee bad. I try to pull the curtains so children can't see this. I can't really get the curtains straight. I get up and try to lock the front door and cover the screen on it.

Dream 3
Back in the house, it's night time. I'm not sure if this happens before or after the previous sequence. There is a bright, dramatic light inside. It looks like the second floor has collapsed halfway and makes a ramp from the front door up. On the second floor I see a naked woman to the right. She is lying on the floor in a suggestive position. It's as if she has features that are hidden from plain sight. Like they are out of synch with normal reality, I see red muscular ribbons shift in and out around her. There is a demonic vibe to it. Despite this, I approach her like a moth to a flame...

Dream 4
In the house, it has changed again. It looks more stable now and not as destroyed, it looks more like an apartment now with filthy and stained wall. I'm in a living room, there is a large window to the right that is letting in a bluish grey morning light. There is a lamp to the left side that is giving off a yellowish light. I'm in a circle with a group of friends. It feels like a normal social thing, just talking, but at some point we begin to summon our personal demons. (?)

A big muscular demon appears and is seated on a chair in the ring, we are all on the floor. He has a skull mask on that overs the upper part of his face. Metaphysical flames emanate from his body with a weird red and orange glow. He begins to speak to us, he is telling us forbidden things and trying to make us make deals?

One of my friends summons her demon. It is a female demon with the same kind of skull mask but is pretty petite and is wearing a leather biker jacket. Purple flames are coming from her. It seems to be the male demon's daughter. She is out of control and tries to take over the conversation, she wants to make demands instead of listening. Her father scolds her for this but she yells out an infernal "shut up!" and I focus on her evil skull mask. Her father's jaw snaps locked and shut.

She decides she is going to take what she wants. My friend's sister has a small daughter with her and the demoness swoops the child up and takes her out the window over the balcony. A large airline trolley full of beer and alcohol is left behind, just popping into existence behind her, as if to pay for the child. The group runs out to try to get the child. I'm left there with my friend. I go out to the balcony and yell out we have beer here, there's no need to leave!

Alone with my friend, I look around the empty apartment. I guess my party ended. It's pretty boring here now. We go into the kitchen. I see an old fridge that I try to turn on. Inside there is an old bottle of Tabasco in it, extra spicy kind, left by the old resident. It's really warm in the fridge, I think the rolls I left in it are going to go bad. The light in the kitchen is depressing. My friend begins to suggest she is about to leave, I'll be left alone her. It's going to be so boring. I see on an old wooden spice shelf by the door out of the kitchen a plastic beadboard picture. How quirky. I now have a place of my own, it is horrible and rotting, but it's my own. I should change my address.

I have a false awakening. I write down the details about the fridge and the Tabasco and the beadboard into my dream journal. How real it felt! Like I was really there! After writing it down it all goes black.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1
I am in my classroom at my Indonesian university. I'm alone, sitting behind a light brown table. In come 3 girls. I worked together with them and 3 other people on a group project. They put a single paper on the table with all of our names on it and a number of O behind it. The more O's behind it, the more you contributed to the group paper. They have given themselves 4 O's and me 2 O's. They want me to sign. Like hell I will! This is ridiculous. I wrote the whole last section on my own. Ow wait no, that was the other project we worked on together. On this one they pulled all the work to themselves. One of them fakes my signature. Wait, didn't we already get our grades for this?

Dream 2
I'm with a couple of my best friends. The setting is a combination of a sort of cloud city with ancient Greek architecture, the pillars specificly. One of my friends apparently is holding a secret from me, which one of my other friends is willing to tell me. He tells or asks me something very softly and I ask him to repeat it louder. He does, but intentionally loud enough for the other friend to hear it as well, and makes sure to mention his name. The friend who the secret belongs to says he doesn't want me to know, cause I live with Karin and she can't keep secrets. Dude! I'm not the only one who lives together with people in a house. It doesn't mean I will tell. He has to admit I'm right.

Dream 3
I feel like this dream might have actually preceded Dream 2. I went to play soccer with a couple of people, also in a sort of cloud city setting, but a little more run down. It also feels like this might be in Indonesia. I don't really remember the details of it, except that I was apparently with Jel at some point. I go to a toilet somewhere, one which doesn't have any privacy. A woman with short, gray hair is sitting on one of the toilets, without there being any walls separating her from others. The toilet is nothing more than a hole she is squatting above. I'm not sure if I actually end up using a toilet, but I walk out again to find my friends who are sitting at a table. They've already started on a story and don't wanna fill me in. I feel unwelcome in this situation.

Dream 4
It's more like I'm witnessing this dream than actually participating in it. There is an epic battle going on.. or I should say more of a slaughter. The Shinigami captains from Bleach are taking a beating pretty hard. The fight is taking place in a very big empty drain, though at one point there is water, there are at least 2 boats and there are bridges. The crew has to aim lemons(?) really carefully so that they end up on the bridges. A couple of failures, but also some successes. Back to the Shinigami: some of them have been eaten by their opponent. Only a few captains are left.

In a warehouse looking room, Rukia's brother (I forgot his name) summons the captains. They are instantly teleported. Rukia's brother is nothing more than a backbone in a cape that resembles the ones from Akatsuki. He's laying on the ground, along with 2 other capes. That's all the captains that are left. Two or three guys are standing. One of them is referred to as 'Okin.. eh ow Odin', a guy I know vaguely.

I finished reading a book yesterday evening about a boy who was forced to join the navy and had to man one of the cannons. That might explain something. Also I watched a Futurama episode yesterday where an alien devours the crew one by one.

To start off I went to sleep around 1 am, woke up at 4 for a BRB went back to sleep and woke up at 5:55 wbtb. October 11, 2015)

Later I felt my body starting to vibrate or get that sleeping foot feeling (I'm a stomach sleeper). If felt like someone was watching me trying top come out of my body (could have been myself). I wanted to go through the wall, but something said no, than I said to myself go through the mirror, that didn't happen either. I just floated through the doorway of my bedroom somewhere. When I got their I could see one of my hands with a blue ball and another hand ready to catch it. I just stayed their watching. After about two throws it came into focus. It was me tossing the ball to a baby boy while we were sitting on the floor. Then another child around 6(boy) came and said mom, daddy's home (while he was saying this I didn't remember seeing mouths on anybody). I said great and I get up and he meets me coming from the playroom carrying our daughter that appears to be 2yrs old. He was wearing a red shirt, and something around his head, his features were very clear (I actually know the person, just couldn't tell if we were married but we have a girl and 2 boys). After I saw him I ended up back in my body. I am talking to my friend from the dream and told him I had a dream about him....as soon as I get that out of my mouth I am fully awake around 10 am.

*I seemed to be at some kind of event when this chick I was sitting next to put her arm around me. I didnt know her the slightest bit and I thought of my girlfriend so I excused myself from the table.

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