non-lucid

Well this may seem very confusing but I'll try to explain it, I was in my actual dream and then I remembered something that I read on the forums, if you close your eyes in a dream you'll wake up? So then not being lucid in this dream I entered into the dream's dream and I cannot remember what this dream was like.

All I know about this dream in my dream was that I somewhat had control over it not like my real life dreams. I then closed my eyes and it was black for about half a second and then it went white for about 2 seconds and then I woke up in a FA at school staring at a clock that said 5:55pm.

(Bad puns make good titles )

Woke up the first around 6 or 7 am, didn't want to check in case I could disturb the mighty sleeping kitty. Fall back asleep maybe an hour later.

The atmosphere of this dream was slightly off, in a uneasy way. I was in this gigantic hospital, all painted white with shiny tiles on the floors and somes walls. I was wearing my oversized lab coat and carrying what looked like a dozen malformed chicken eggs in my bare hands*. The hallways and rooms were absolutly packed with people and I had to reach a specific lab, and I was scared to squash the eggs, as their shells were very soft. I took a escalator, shielding the eggs between my cupped hands, to the upper levels of this hospital and managed to reach the lab I was aiming for.

Inside was a faceless man also in a lab coat, with dark hair. I started to hand him the eggs; I had to put them in a padded plastic box** he was holding, but he curtly stopped me when he noticed that the contents of the eggs were heterogenous***. He told me to shake them so they were homogenous, and started to pick the one I've already placed out and shaking them forcefully. I careful took one out of my hand but even a gentle shake was enough to break the shell and have the lurkwarm and slimy, light yellow content to ooze all over my hands. I did manage to shake the others without breaking them and placed them in the box. I them asked the lab man were the biological waste bin was, and were I could wash my hands. He told me to get lost.
I found the bin and put the broken shell inside, then found the sink. It was in the same impossibly big room, but there was almost no light and my slime-covered hands didn't help. I managed to wash most of the stuff off, then woke up.

*it seem really weird, since those eggs were obviously samples of some kind, and I risked ever to contaminate them of be contaminate by them.
** it looked like a tips box.

*** Translucent on top, yellow on the bottom. It was slighty hard to see through the shells.

Unfortunately my phone has decided to mess up, so I didn't have an alarm. I woke up too late in the day (which was actually just eight-something), the sun was too bright, and so I couldn't take a nap to have a lucid dream. :/

I don't remember much at all, except a bunch of cops were in front of the trailer. They weren't there as cops, though--or at least I don't think they were.

Later on, Dakota, Jon, and I were walking up a hill of a cemetery. It was at night.

I'm re-enacting the movie Soldier, where a ragtag bunch of crash survivors need to defend themselves from genetically engineered soldiers who've been ordered to eliminate them... with the help of a discarded genetically engineered soldier.

A friend (who was in the military at one point) wanders in and asks why we're watching this movie, when it's a stupid movie.

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Last year for Halloween, I had black-painted branches decorating my walls. I had to throw them out when I moved, and I was kind of sad about that.

In the dream, I find these discarded decorations in a pile when I'm out doing errands, but I know that they'll be a little bit unwieldy to carry on public transit. I pick them up, but they've turned into a combination of a floor joist and some kind of beam at least ten feet long.

I'm in an alley, and I'm going through my wallet looking for my bus pass. A young man makes a quick grab for the wallet—and I stare him and his shifty-looking friend down. He hesitates for a moment, and says "I was going to ask if you needed help with that."

I smile brightly and say, "Absolutely. You can pick up this beam and help me get it on the bus!"

9.17.15

This was 2 days ago, continuing with the theme of current waking life.

I'm in some kind of a dormitory on a bed. Feeling really crappy, as in sick.

I decide to move my bed to another room. It's really small, only fits maybe 2 beds. Lots of people are walking through it. I push my bed to the wall and even this way the door can't be opened all the way, that's how small the room is.

Some woman walks by and tells me that's her space and walks away. I know it's not, she is just saying it. I say whatever. I wasn't gonna move but wasn't gonna fight either. Then I think better and I walk to the group of people she is with. I grab her by the collar by both hands, drag her away and tell her in no uncertain terms, that that's my space.

When I had breakfast this morning and got out my knife from the drawer I remembered this dream:

I remember my eyes were in a fixed state, not moving whatsoever, and I could only remember moving my hands. I was staring at the cutlery drawer and there were all these bread crumbs in the knife section. I was getting a butter knife out and I was interested in the crumbs I was touching them, picking them up then I would drop them back in. This dream felt like it went on for about 5 minutes, it was quite odd.

Now that I think about these dreams, I seem to have plenty of these pointless and weird dreams which I am practically doing nothing.

I'm observing a time period when humanity's living on only one planet. Everywhere else has grown too cold to support them. I'm watching one man chase another into space, and he's thinking something about fuel. I'm thinking about my own choice of focus, a little amused - in a time period like this, I'd expect my focus to be on someone's epic struggle to save humanity or something to that effect. But that doesn't interest me here; this last world is going to fail regardless. I'm interested in this man's more personal struggle.

I told my daughter I hadn't had a zombie dream before, shes always having them...So I had one.

D1 - Protected school with colleague Rob from zombie infestation. We both armed ourselves with frying pans and hit zombies to clear the way for an escape. After some time it seemed a bit pointless, so we decided to dig downwards making a shaft instead. We escaped down into a shelter below and listened via a microphone to what was going on above.

I was inside a school but i don't remember if i was working there or just attending. I also have a feeling there was an African american man who got mad to me but....Oh yeah.... I just remembered something. Lets skip the school part than.

I was taken to a room that had dimensional doors by a boy who reminded me of my younger brother. There I was suppose to find a way to level up but than my dad entered the place mad,telling me how I didn't eat my waffles. I didn't want to finish them because i wasn't in the mood for a sweet breakfast and looking around i still had to find my destined door. Jumping around I also noticed baby pigs hanging around the wooden flooring of the dimensional place.

I than looked at father who pouted and said that God wasn't going to help me because it was my fault. I told him I already knew that and looked at the necklace filled with hearts. I wanted to hide the smaller hearts in the bigger heart but decided that i was playing around too much with it.


Next thing I know I'm at a historical church like building with kids playing around and talking. I'm also a little girl and end up following them. But than the grown ups grab our attention and we follow them outside the building to a park like green area.

I take interest in how the setting looks like. Than I look over at the blue/gray church like building and admire its design. I than look at the park like place as i'm walking and thinking about how dream memories can be altered to feel like you've been somewhere before. However, I don't think too much about it because a boy starts tossing rocks somewhere and tells me to follow him inside. When we arrive inside there are grown women talking about something and I see a tall man wearing a swordsman like suit walking inside.

I find him cool looking and as the older people are talking I grab him and show him somewhere else. People start wondering where I went than I hold the guy so he doesn't leave.
It than becomes a drama scene where the older women suspect him of child manipulation. He trys to explain but I kiss him. He still manages to break free and try to explain what happened though.


Once again the dream shifts and i'm in my older brother's room with family members from my mothers side and were all holding a bible. Supposedly we had just come back to worship God again from being lazy. But even when were there we seem not to be paying full attention to studying. I than notice a rose on my book and begin to play with it as people talk casually about something. But than a lady notices and points out how careless i was to mess with the rose that was starting to wilt.

I got up and decided to go since i felt like i had been there for a while and ended up in the backyard. I found a boy there and told him to come back inside. He said ok but than i saw what looked like a spirit of a girl, shouted for him to run inside, than ran myself.

Somehow I ended up inside the bathroom though looking at different sinks with soap at different corners. There was a voice of a girl saying how she rubbed a girl's face too hard with soap. I laughed a bit though at how dum the other girls were to let someone wash their face with soap like a massage. Than it occurred to me that i had to get out of the house because i wanted to go somewhere else.

I ran upstairs and was grabbed by a outline of a girl dc and ended up pushing her. Trying to leave with the thought of intent but failed to leave the house because i ended up warping back downstairs and than waking up.

(Continued.)

Dream 4: It's the end of the world again, but this time I'm Remus Lupin. I think I'm/he's a bit younger than what he is usually presented as--perhaps in the twenties. It was, once again, the apocalypse, but it was a planned one. Everyone had a choice as to how they would die or leave Earth. I remember that at one point when I went outside I looked up to see a huge floating restaurant, with bright lights and expensive food. A triple-decker bus then flew by and picked several of the people there up and then flew away, but a strong wind (or a tornado in the air, or a black hole, or something or another) then knocked the rest of the people off, and then I could see the bus following them not far behind.

I ran off and into the main part of town, where I could see several different shops and houses. Many of them were from Harry Potter, and others were from the real world. I think I was scouting around, but I can't be too sure.

The dream then changed positions for just a bit, and I was me again watching Dakota play Final Fantasy IX. I don't remember much about it, except he was in a grassy place and every time someone talked he would listen, unless it was from one of the "extra" characters, such as the knights and servants of the main characters.

I was then back to being Remus, except instead of my hometown I was on the streets of London. I felt like it was a game (how is this a game, really? <--- look, I was almost questioning things!) that allowed me a lot of freedom. I remember seeing one shop that had two others, including a lemonade stand and a Davrish and Banges.

This is continued from the previous entry!

Dream 3: My dog was a fluent speaker and he and I often had conversations, so long as he was sure that we were the only ones there. Now I can't remember what we would talk about, but I do remember that I never told anyone, even though I really wanted to. You see, my dog could talk because he was actually Kevin Bacon, a tulpamancer [I don't know.].

One time the two of us (my dog and I) went to a cathedral and spoke for a really long time, but then some church-goers that were somewhat older came in and seen us. They didn't hear him talking, but they did pull up something or another that was supposed to tell me how I really feel (or something; I really can't remember this point very well). One older man was confused, but a middle-aged woman, who I think was my old school's librarian, told him that I was "always like this" and not to worry about it.

I finished whatever they wanted me to do, went out--and then I think I went back in, because the things that happen next happened in a cathedral; no one was there, though.

Romeo and I were talking again, but this time Jon and Dakota came in the door. I suppose I could no longer hold the secret after years of doing so well, because I got Jon to the side and explained to him that I talked to my dog--frequently. He got this wide-eyed look about him and proceeded to tell me that "It's okay, everyone's insane about something." I tried to get him to believe that I wasn't crazy and that Romeo really could talk. Jon seemed to believe me, but I really couldn't be sure. Shortly thereafter Dakota came to join us so we could tell him. I explained to him further that Romeo was actually Kevin Bacon, and he seemed to accept that.

You guys, I'm really disappointed my dog can't talk. XD

Dream 1: I dreamed something about either the car crash I had the other day, or something to do with it.

Dream 2: It was the end of the world, and I was Harry Potter. The dream seemed to take place at my old school, and it was at night. We (students, teachers, Order of the Phoenix, etc.) had just defeated someone--presumably Voldemort and the Death Eaters. This was a much more wide-spread defeat, however, and there were quite a few Death Eaters that had gone to our side. At one point we were all running across the school, and some were hopping in their cars. We all had to meet up over there to "finish the job." I seen Lucius Malfoy, who had been one of the people to join us, running, yelling, "I can't believe he didn't believe me!" He said it joyfully.

Remus Lupin was a distance behind him in his car, and he was also happy. He slowed down as he came to me and said, "I've asked at least twenty-one people if they're really on our side." He then asked me if I wanted to catch a lift with him.

"Nah man, I'm just gonna run," I said (keep in mind that this is Harry Potter, also).

I did run. Fairly fast. Just under thirty miles-per-hour.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

-I remember mountains in my first dream
-The second dream had like 4 stages of something... I can barely remember more than that. Some fat guy walks past me in a room that I was sitting down in.

Had massive trouble recalling these dreams, I managed to recall that last one 5 times because I kept forgetting it. It was honestly pretty brutal trying to recall my dreams for some reason.

Had tried out a new 'technique' which didn't work, I don't think it's the kind of technique I'm compatible with. It was something along the lines of falling asleep while thinking about something new you wanted to do in a lucid dream, something that really excited you. One try isn't enough to fairly decide but I just can't see this as something that would work for m

Dream 1

I was with a girl in a really dark place. I was trying to type in the password to her computer, and I figured it out. Also there was a mansion somewhere, with a huge atrium. That's all I remember.

Dream 2

I was in college high school, where it was sort of like high school in that everything was in one building, but it was also like college in that everyone could choose to go to class at different times or not at all. I remember one of the people I went to high school with (he was also possibly a nazi, but he didn't really do much as one). After one of our classes together, he invited me to go smoke weed with him and his buddies. I said yeah. He gave me his number and said he would give me more details about it later. I then started walking to a town farther than my weed-buddy's condo (i think it was one). It was downtown of a town, and there were lots of stores and crap there. There was also a big tower that looked like the one in Seattle. Eventually, my weed-buddy texted me back to be there at five. I realized I had a class at that time and said I'd be there anyway.

I remember it almost being five and walking back to his condo. I went in and found him in the lobby or something. There were a few girls with him (one of them from my college hall irl, I'll call her V). We all went up to our friend's place after talking a bit and started smoking weed and drinking a bit of alcohol (possibly). Later on, we all started talking about having sex (in an orgy). Soon, we did have an orgy, but I never took my pants off. I then started 69ing V, with my pants still not off.... Later, after the sex, we went to a party in a lounge, and I told someone I never had a girl touch me. Then a girl with glasses and a blonde ponytail said she would give me a handjob, and she did. It felt good.

Later at this party, there were a shit ton of people. Everyone got drunk and we all started playing that game where the floor is hot lava, and we were jumping on couches and what-not. After the party was over the next morning, I needed to find my school stuff, and I asked a guy where it was. He responded with hostile remarks and said that "I wasn't good at 'floor-lava.'" I then became semi-lucid for a few seconds and said "die." I threw a couch at him, and he flew away from being hit by a couch. I was sucked back into the dream, forgetting it was a dream, and was transported to the principle's office. I was telling him about the incident. The end.

I found myself in my father room seeing the video game called tomb raider playing. I decided to stop watching and get off the bed to see my brother not too far. Before I could ask him anything the room got a bit darker and I could tell someone else wasn't too far from me. I turn around and could see a boy in a dark blue hoodie walking about with no a type of mask. I look to my brother direction and ask him could he see this child as his attention appear to remain focus on me. He replies with a no, this made me question myself. I started saying I must be hallucinating as my body began getting a weird sensation. Suddenly I got push out of my dream body but someone who also appear to be me. My mother looking to be asleep then appear out of thin air and was sitting in a chair at the back of the room. This other me knocks her to the floor before I could regain control of the dream body. My mother irriated had awoken and tells my brother to leave me on the floor as they both walk away. I wake up soon after.