non-lucid

*I was at Uncle joeys apartment talking to him as he was washing dishes. It seemed to be his day off and he was relaxing and we were having a good conversation.

In waking life I really don't know my uncle too well so dreaming about him like this is interesting. In the other rooms at the apartment there were guests that spoke a European language.

I asked my uncle who are these people, he replied that they were his friends. I also asked him where his wife was and she was in the back room with the guest. I observed his apartment and it seem to be very nice cozy and peaceful.

*I showed my girlfriend in Argentine in love song and she commented that she did not like it.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Nearly finished the SSILD cycles properly but I didn't quite get it down. I reckon eating a banana actually does help. I went to bed super fast for once and slept like a brick. I went to bed at 10:20 and woke up at 10:40 the next day

Dream 1 - End of the World
It's pretty much global warming induced world demise. I'm somehow related to an organization that is making super-massive ships to cruise around on as the sea-level continues to rise. Not everyone is on-board with the idea but the first ship is really successful. By the time we've made 3 (after a couple years I think) we get the support of the world. We make 1 more before it's too late I think. Obviously a lot of people weren't able to get on the boats and the similarity in my head is close to the anime 'Suisei no Gargantia', and the people on the ships are the 'superior' humans while the others will have to survive some other way. The dream has a tangent and kind of begins the more internal affairs of the ships. There's testing going on in some laboratories to help evolve humans to cope with the changing world. Failed products are ejected in pods. One such failure was an 'alien' like creature from the movie (Aliens Vs. Predators). They somehow invaded some of the ships and evolved, massacring so many people. I think I run around for a while in a mock-chase as if testing what it would be like. But I have some level of dream control and my mind rejects the idea of the invasion and prevents the dream turning into a nightmare. Now I seem to be the only one left on the ship and I'm in a section where the area is identical to my parents living room (lounge). The aliens can't get me for unknown reasons (because my brain doesn't want them to ). My cats are here, Holly and Sooty (they both passed away last summer so it was really nice to see them again in a way). It's supposedly my first time sleeping alone on the ship, I sit in the centre of the lounge near where my cat Holly is lying down and start cuddling up to her. She gets up and then sits down and starts purring and cuddling up to me too . Sooty is somewhat in the background (she's not a very affectionate cat).

Dream 2 - Attack of the Hobo
I'm at my parents house in the family room, I don't recall what I was doing prior to this incident but there's someone else in the dream who I was interacting with. It's night time and I'm inside, I glance outside and look down from the deck. I spot a hobo. He seems somewhat familiar and I instantly decide to confront him to shoo him from our property. I step outside and start going down the steps, I yell out "Oi what f*ck are you doing?!". He gets all startled and grabs a 2-handed pickax that I had left lying on the ground and hurls it towards me! It spins through the air but is too far to the left and misses. Crazy bastard. He seems to have escaped too. I run down the steps and clean up the mess a bit and put away the tools from gardening (there were weeds attached to everything which took a while to shake off). I put the garden gear to the side as a preventative against garden-gear-hurling-hobos

Dream 3 - Party in the Hood
I'm in a pretty rundown neighbourhood. Mikayla doesn't have many friends, so I decide to befriend her and help her fit in with the crowd I hand with. I think I'm now at her house? There's a table with lots of grandmas at it, all just sitting round talking. They pry into our relationship and ask if I'm her boyfriend, for some reason I can't deny it because we had gone on a date but we weren't interested in having a relationship like that. The main reason we had gone on a date wasn't out of interest or something, but honestly the dream logic was just weird O_O. I drop my phone and it goes under the table, the grannies all try to get their legs in my way in order to get me to tough them which I manage to avoid (phew). The dream scene changes and now we're having a party with my black friends whom are siblings, there aren't many people here though. In fact, it's pretty much just family members on the sidelines while the the siblings (a fat older brother and skinny younger sister) are dancing in the middle of the room. The vibe of the party is still good though . Next the dream scene changes again and we're on the bleachers in a gym. My parents are sitting behind me, Mikayla is somewhere to the right, and the siblings are also somewhere nearby. There are other seats set up too which are mostly filled, some music comes on and these two black siblings (one was a guy that was quite bulky and the other was a slim slightly younger girl) started dancing in sync. I whisper over to my sibling friends that they're being challenged. He and his sister get up and go down there and talk to the guy, shakes hands with him and says something along the lines of having a dance-off. He does it in a really friendly manner too. The other guy responds by pulling him close during the handshake and whispering in his ear, I can see from my friends expression that he had been insulted. They start dancing off, everyone is in sync and my friends seem to be doing a bit better. I'm pretty amazed by it all because it's all so cool-looking, I'm surprised that they even know the dance moves that they're all supposed to do because the song was randomly chosen.

Dream 4 - My Professor is a Fossil
I've signed up for an optional field trip given by my professors that is open for the public and not actually uni-related. My professor Ewan is directing it and he looks super old. I'm surprised he can even walk. At my uni he's a renowned fossil expert so I think it's funny how he's almost like a fossil himself (he looks a lot younger in real life). I'm trying to listen to him explain whats going to happen but I can't quite hear because my parents are yapping away next to me about getting home on time to watch some TV show called 'Boss' or something. I notice that Ewan said something and some of the people around had stood up. My dad then shouts "My son is too! Stand up son!". Oh my f*cking god on cue, everyone just looks at me and I have this intense embarrassment and annoyance because he was the reason I couldn't hear and then he does this... The pain.

I remember finding myself in a dark, quiet room. There was one light on the other end of the room, along with a small filing cabinet. I started to approach the cabinet and I looked through the files. Many of them had titles such as "Dream 1" or "Dream Test #6". I looked through them and found detailed records of my previous dreams that included what happened, the setting of the dream, and when I woke up. I found this strange, and after backing away from the files and looking around the room some more, I saw a small drop-box slot. I went over and inspected it more carefully and wondered what would happen if I put one of the files in the slot. I traveled back to the cabinet and grabbed one of the files laying on the floor. I put the file in the slot and the room started to gradually get more and more dark. I then found myself in a dream that looked extremely familiar, and realized that I actually had been put in the dream that the file had described. I then tried to remember what the file summarized my dream to be but I wasn't able to recall any of the info. I then became lucid realizing that I'm in a dream, but because I got excited, I woke up.

I was a pretty dim living room, sitting around a table with a bunch of other people. They were all Americans, or so it seemed. I felt like they could be my friends, as I felt at easy around them, and they included me in their conversations (normally I am simply ignored). The girl on my left was either Hayden P. or one of her characters. I looked at the TV, and there was a show on, subtitled in Dutch (my language). I thought this was suspicious - why would an American show, shown in the US be subbed in Dutch? The others had an explanation, but it still felt weird. They pointed out one of the guys was German. Anyway, I was happy with these guys. I thought to myself that there was nothing for me left back home in Belgium. All I ever wanted was here. I would do anything to get that green card.

It was night, and I was lying on my back, in bed. Through the open door I could still see the living room I was in earlier, and I think the others were still there. I noticed "Hayden" lying next to me, with some distance between us. I got a little closer and reached out for her, gently caressing her face and hair. The smile she gave me was one of acceptance, and love. We'd never spoken to each other, and yet we had this instant human connection. I went in for the kiss, and that's all I remember.

Recall still very confused. As I am.

I'm baby-sitting with a friend, the toldder we're keeping a eye on is weirdly smart for a two years old still in diaper. We're on the run in the contry, at night. We enter a house to rest and change the baby. My friend try to pick up a glass bowl and somethig jump in her eyes, making her scream and drop the bol, which shatter on the floor, sending glass shards everywhere. I have to calm her down while holding the toddler, who is perfectly calm and collected.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

I tried a new dream journal app on my phone and it turns out that it's a bastard because it only stores one dream entry per day. So I lost my other dreams and can't recall them either. I tried to SSILD last night but it was pretty ineffective as I just couldn't focus through the cycles, was still way too fatigued.

Dream - Girlfriend and daughter
I seem to be in my flat (this is pretty rare, I don't usually have dreams about my flat) and in my bed, just lying down with my laptop out messaging my girlfriend on skype. We send pictures and are just chilling out. She tells me that I should probably break up with her because another guy groped her against her will. I'm pretty shocked, but I tell her that I want to punch that guy and I wouldn't break up with her over that since she stopped him. The situation was that actually she had a sticker on her ass and she asked her friend to help get it off (it was a girl), and then the guy kind of swooped in on the situation. I told her not to let it happen again because it makes me worry when I'm so far away (we study at different universities). I also realize that as I typed it out to her, I actually sent it through text instead of skype. I had been a little disoriented by the whole 'break up with me' message I guess . I return to the skype conversation and see she has replied to my message, I tell her that I goofed up and sent the message before through text (not that it mattered). We continue talking I think, but I also think I start looking at old photos and videos of her. There were random pictures of her in a bikini, another where she had a real hairy stomach (this one I tried to ignore lol ). There were even some where she was posing on the bed . A video also started playing, it was one where I think I was videoing Arya playing with her mum and grandparents. They all charged at Arya and made a sort of dog pile and Arya loved it, she was giggling lots. Then I flick to another video where we're on a beach, my girlfriend looked really pretty. It seemed to be a grey day, and the wind was blowing a bit hard. We were climbing along the wave-cut platform of rocks, the video seemed to follow her (non-existent-in-real-life) cousin, I think she was 10ish?

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.