non-lucid

There's one area in the video games vs. lucid dreaming argument where video games come out ahead: dreams are terrible at providing a consistent gameplay experience.

I'm firing some kind of energy weapon down a rocky ravine at some well-armed and armoured aliens trying to board my ship. I'm getting frustrated because the leader's damned health bar isn't going down as fast as I think it should. I pull out a heavier energy weapon, dodge a blaster shot and look down the scope of my gun—FWOOM—and feel a moment's satisfaction when I see that the leader is down below half health.

It doesn't last long.

"Boarders!" one of the two crew members at my side shouts at me, "Revan, they're coming in the back!"

Three of the armoured aliens pour in through another door and I duck so that the enemies below can't get a shot at me.

"Where's the rest of the crew?" I shout back.

My brother's running the game. He doesn't say anything, but I realize that the gameplay mechanics only allow for two of my crew members to join the fight: the ones that I had in my KOTOR-sized party.

Sithspit. Three people won't be enough to hold off the invaders.

I dive into third-person mode which automatically pauses the fight, and float quickly through the ship. I'm looking for the rest of my crew, and I come across Mystique in her natural formsprawled out on the floor of a storage room. Keeping an eye out for the other boarders, I move towards her and think about what the gameplay mechanic for reviving a crewmate should be. I'm not actually here, so...

"Found you," says my brother from behind me.

I spin around. "Revan's on the other side of the ship," I argue.

"You're here."

I scoff at his character, a tall man in black, and then run out of the storage room before he has time to reply. A fireball hits the wall as I run past, and I run through a set of double doors, another door, and into a hallway that leads to a series of bathrooms.

Second door on the left. I throw myself into the room and click the door shut softly behind me, before plugging the sink and move my hand in front of the sensor so the water runs until it's full.

Silence. My body is tense as I hold myself in position, ready to fling the water at the door.

Click.

The door opens, and I relax when I realize it's Mystique.

"Any backup?" I ask her.

"Shan."

"Everyone else is down where the boarders entered the Ebon Hawk. We'll have to retreat for now."

We move towards the back of the ship, but we're inside a facility now, all industrial chrome and steel. Bastila Shan holds her yellow lightsaber at the ready, and Mystique and I hold complementary hues of blue and orange. I wave my hand and call up my Darth Revan outfit, looking up the steel grating as I do.

I jump up to the next level. Just as I expected, an enemy stands at the ready with another an lightsaber. They smile, and I give them a bloodthirsty grin in return. It's three against one, after all.

***

Other dreams: a hiking trip with a couple of guides and a group of people, trying to find a bathroom before we leave on the trip. Looking for a judge in Ixburg who can sign a cheque that I need to write to pay a fine.

DJ Log: September 21, 2015 – 6:15AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I ride a motorcycle into the parking deck by the courthouse. At the entrance, there is a sign that says there is a special motorcycle parking area on the top level. I wind my way through the parking deck and end up at an area where the lane ends into a doorway. I shut off my bike and walk it toward the door. As I approach, a cop comes outside and points to a smaller pathway behind me and says, “That's where the motorcycles go.”

I turn around and walk the bike down the path and find that I am on a sidewalk which splits at the edge of the parking deck. To my right is a driver training course on which someone is taking their driving test on a horse. I stare for a moment in disbelief, shake my head, then turn the other way and push the motorcycle down the sidewalk. As I am walking, the motorcycle seems to get smaller. After a bit of walking, I look to my left and see a couple of people hanging out in a Jeep on the other side of a small parking lot. There are a couple of kids sitting on the back seat of the jeep and an older woman sitting in the passenger seat. A familiar looking guy with long blonde hair is standing next to it, watching me walk by. I wave and move on.

As I continue walking, I notice that the motorcycle has shrunk to the size of a child's dirt bike. I pick up the bike with one hand and keep on walking. After a bit I look left again and see another group of people hanging out around an old Ford Bronco. Taking a closer look, it looks like almost the same group of people. I stop and stare at them for a moment and the two kids look at me, then turn and run off. The older lady gets out of the truck and wanders off as I start walking toward. The blonde guy just stands there, staring at me as I walk up. As I get closer, I realize that it's Andrej Pejic standing there.



I can't believe my eyes, so I walk up and say, “There is no way that you are actually standing in front of me.” as I become lucid. I feel a tingling throughout my body as the dream quickly destabilizes. Before fading out, I look at Andrej and smile while saying, “You're so pretty! I love your hair!” then I wake up.

I just woke up from this dream after trying to go to bed early, so here we go.

I was in a big house with a bunch of other people around my age and it seemed as though someone had made dinner and we were supposed to get some of it.

I left a little bit of Coca-Cola in a 2L bottle on the table where I was going to sit and I was worried about it being stolen, even though it never was.

It's sort of difficult to describe the kitchen, but it had one of those counter/island things but it was shaped like a square and it was huge. On one side, there was a counter on the other side of walking space that went around 3 sides of the island/thing.

And on the other counter space is where there was a huge pot filled with giant pasta noodles. They looked like this:

The only difference is that they were a lot bigger in the dream. There wasn't too much sauce in the pasta either, and it seemed like half of it was like syrup or honey for some reason.

I remember getting a dish, and one thing I noticed about all the dishes is that they were way shinier than any dishes would be in real life. They seemed too shiny somehow. My bowl in particular was really reflective.

I filled it up with the gross pasta and sat down at my spot.

And then I woke up.

Oh boy.

What a great dream.

Eh.

Had dream in 3 parts, kept falling back into same dream

Part 1 -
My brother was rewiring at a college, some structure outside their building. Was like a electronic stonehenge: grey monoliths in a circlular formation. He unistalled middle one, something to do with LED wiring
Due to signal down was able to set off in microlight helicopter thingy at angle to the horizon and spotted something.

Part 2 -
Shrunk down to size of an ant. Followed trail under a grey water reservoir thing, followed by loads of tiny orangey brown blobs.
Chased through concrete exit, escaped.

Part 3 -
Italy. Plane drop over church battlements. Landed on only one that did not have Vatican connections. Recovered large amount of money left there on holy day. Exchanged 50 thousand for other currency. Mission completed returned home from Italy by plane.

I'm on a small island, I see two humanoid apes with big teeth. I try not to threaten them. Leaving the island, I see a few iron age people. I have to leave, if I'm associated with them, I'll be a wanted man.

On a Russian ship, I have to hide some arcane objects I have, markers and relics, they will be confiscated as things that can deface the ship. Under decks, a sailor prepares a large amount of avocado mush to administer as enemas. I try to quietly make my way out, don't really want to do that.

In a movie theater, showing the old Mortal Kombat movies. I see a few animatronic figures, they go to a fake stone cave on the second floor to turn into Kombatants. One is on a small ledge. A clay-like mass is put on him. He's almost ready to become Sub-Zero, he just needs the extra clay to be punched off in battle.

I was at a party in the night, getting a blowjob from some girl. She was kind of reluctant to do it, then did it anyway.

Sleeping: September 10th 2015, 10:45 PM (UTC +7)
Awake: September 11th 2015, 6:45 AM (UTC +7)

Non-Dream, Non-Lucid, Lucid, False Awakening

I was in a school. As usual, I was doing some works. It couldn't feel worse. Things looked boring. I did talk with my friends a bit, but conversations couldn't last long. I let out a sigh and continued finishing my tasks. Somehow, I felt sleepy, close to point where I would collapse without knowing. Soon afterward, I instinctively put my hands on my desk. I looked carefully and noticed I had an unusual amount of fingers.

I believed I knew this was a dream. I concluded that I felt asleep in my classroom. Though, illogically thinking, I could walk out of the classroom without feeling disturbed anymore. I stood on the second floor's balcony, only to stare at the another building on opposite side of the road. I wanted to fly there, but the feeling was different. Something made me know that I wasn't able to control. Myself worrying about this fake wake-up led me out of the desire.

I turned around, saw many people walking. More interestingly, one of my closest friends stood by my side. He stared with that blank look, same as mine. Without turning his head to me, he started telling me that he dreamt, having me as one of main dream characters. My curiosity started. He told, in his dream, he was arguing with me for some reasons. It was harsh, yet he couldn't understand the contexts. He felt it would just be better to let me know.

I wondered what he was talking. However, as (I thought) I knew this was my dream, I came up with an idea. I asked him, "What about now? Do you think you're dreaming or awake?". As expected, he thought he was awake. I repeated the question. He realized something was wrong with my question, thus knowing this was a dream. To me, he didn't seem surprised at all. He smiled with some thoughts in his mind I couldn't know. He thanked me as if I was his subconscious reminding him. He could do whatever he wanted in this dream, so-called "his". Weirdly, he also warned me to think carefully. I, not recognizing that false lucidity warning, didn't take it seriously. I smiled, keeping the fact that me waking up would cease his existence, thought how he couldn't get any further than me. He sighed then walked away, I assumed he was going to do whatever he wanted. I didn't have to care, so I walked into teachers'/staff room nearby.

I felt I should try something bad. Then, unconsciously, I flew in that room and messed up with all the documents. Most things fell onto the floor. Suddenly, a teacher stood up and yelled at me. She stated how I wouldn't be able to get away with my actions. Chuckles being turned into a loud laugh, I taunted her. It was only a few seconds until I felt something bad coming at me. I quickly flew out of the room.

I woke up at the classroom. Looked around, and things looked so usual. (That was usual for dream thoughts, of course!) A teacher walked in so all students went back to their seats. It was her, someone I saw in my dream. I thought I was fine, but then I was shocked. I was surprised when she called my name and told me to go to the staff room. She said, "retribution", then walked away angrily.

Few seconds passed, I came back to my senses. However, before I could do a state check, I realized I woke up. Why didn't I notice that weirdness? Dreaming in a dream also, how nice. D:

Actually, there was a fragment from my natural awakening at 5 AM. I could recall having a false awakening. My house floor's color changed to brown/orange. It looked luxurious, though. I noticed it and became lucid instantaneously. (Please refer to notes in next paragraph.) I kept on checking time via a clock on the wall and a clock on my phone. I picked my phone up from my pocket. My phone's display appeared to look like Android's while I actually owned an iPhone. Things looked exactly the same as when you were on a phone call and decided to put it in the background. But, I didn't care about it too much. I decided this was something to make me sure that I was in a dream.

To be honest, I couldn't dare to say if I was actually lucid. This fragment was too small, especially when matching up with next dream as explained previously. I felt that my actions in this fragment were unconsciously done. I couldn't even recall controlling anything, or even if I left my area.

Note: This is a school day, so I only really have time to make this basic. I'll come back later on and describe this in more detail.

In the English class, and the first paragraph of the essay was not due, and instead we were meant to do something else . . . something to do with commas. There were two whiteboards that the teacher was writing on, and she told us she wanted us to make sure we wrote in cursive.

She had put a "top 10 students" for that class, and I was the third. Girl from my old high school was number two, and then a boy that I sit beside (who's actually kinda bad at writing) was number one. I remember the girl from the old high school was putting an answer or something on the board.

Then I was back home, but we (my mother, Dakota, Jon, and I) all lived in this other place, not sure where. Dakota had a new phone, and he was trying it out in the lunch room/kitchen. We ended up finding the bread rolls and eating a few.

- On a bus, I think I was escaping something. Images of a forum discussion but can't remember what I was reading, but something to do with why I was on the bus.
- The bus stopped and I got out. I was in Germany during the second world war and knew I had to pretend to be German or I would get into trouble. I walked quickly and crossed a road dodging several vans and another bus. Then a German officer came up beside me and started talking to me in German, somehow I could understand what he was saying but I can't speak a word of German. I remembered a few words and mumbled and he seems satisfied that I was really not English.

- Then I was in a canteen and there were several round tables. I was with someone (?from school) who sat at one table and I knew that I was not important enough to sit there. I sat at a different table and waited. Then other people arrived and sat down, I think they were people from my school days. I was given a drink but it was only half full and everyone else had a full cup and I thought I didn't deserve any more. The we were given a piece of quiche and it was very tough. I ate mine and my daughter was at the table by now and she tried hers, we were the only two to eat any.

STILL NO MORE LUCID DREAMS!!!

Morning of September 21, 2015. Monday.



This is a long dream with a clear and maintained perspective, though never lucid. I am in Brazil and speaking Brazilian Portuguese throughout, though there is also a consistent awareness that everything translates into English in “real time”. It starts out in a slum near some markets at the top of a higher hill though I eventually find my way to a different area where a Caucasian male (probably in his early thirties) is attempting to sell a pickup truck to an older Brazilian male. I interrupt their conversation, saying that I can sell him the truck he needs. I tell him to wait where he is and I will bring it around (from behind a building at an intersection). No truck exists yet, though I know I can just manifest one and sell it to him (again, even though I have no lucid awareness).

I go to an area out of sight from the other males and see at least one outdoor cafe. There are a lot of people around. I mentally focus and a dark blue pickup truck appears, and some people are somewhat surprised. I drive it back the short distance to the other males and show it to the potential buyer. He seems interested but I tell him I have another one I can show him. It seems important that the truck can be driven on an incline and this vehicle may not be powerful enough.

I go around and mentally will another pickup truck into existence. This one is smaller and of an orange color but it is a newer model than the previous. When I take it to the potential buyer though, the bed is apparently too small to hold as much as he needs it to. I then remember that modern new products are not only not made very well (or made to last very long), but that there has been a problematic trend towards miniaturization of everything. I tell him that I will go and bring back a third pickup truck which I am sure he will find suitable.

I go around to the cafe area again to create a pickup truck out of thin air for the third time. This one is a red one from the 1950s. When I bring it around (being careful not to hit any of the obstacles coming out of the parking lot and into the street again), I notice that instead of a cab, the front now looks a bit like an oversized steering area of my old Red Flyer wagon and the seating area is external. Still, I am able to control it and steer it without falling off the front, though it is an odd way to drive a vehicle, almost reminiscent of a stage coach. The potential buyer looks at the bed and I notice a lot of pillow stuffing in the back covered partly with an old worn dark green tarpaulin. This seems a bit annoying and is evidence it had been used a lot previously, but after a few minutes, the older male wants to buy it, because it is large enough and useful, and he needs one right away to carry on with his jobs. He asks me how much and I say “a hundred and fifty dollars”. He pays me in Brazilian Real. His son gives it to him and he gives it to me. It is in a small thin envelope that looks like it may hold airplane tickets instead.

At this point, the other male that was first trying to sell him a truck looks at me and says that he cannot believe it, though he does not seem angry. He probably wonders where I got all the trucks. I have a slight concern that the people on the other side of the buildings will reveal that my trucks came out of nowhere like magic, which may bring about confusion or gossip. I decide to leave the region for now.

From here, my dream shifts, though remains in the same general setting. There are soon many more people around. I am aware of an unknown female of about forty holding a penknife up to her throat as she is walking around. It seems she may be intent on committing suicide as well as perhaps infecting other people with her blood and I know that I need to be away from any blood spray, though nothing actually happens and I am able to leave the area without incident.

There are some curious plays on lucid dreaming (even though I am not lucid at any point) and sleep in this dream. Firstly, there is the creation of three vehicles to drive (out of mind power alone) that even have “beds”. The last truck’s bed even has pillow stuffing under a cover (which I do not even catch represents the sleeping process itself). The “interpretation” is, that although I am creating vehicles to steer out of nothing (with the enhanced change and focus on the Red Flyer’s steering section), I still do not become lucid even when my dream relates to metaphorically “driving the bed”. I find this dream very amusing, including with the “Brazilian Real” as the currency used. One hundred and fifty dollars relates to Dunbar’s number. “By using the average human brain size and extrapolating from the results of primates, he (Dunbar) proposed that humans can only comfortably maintain 150 stable relationships”. The small envelope that looks like it is for airplane tickets probably is a nod to the waking process (or leaving my dream). I am not sure about the woman at the end unless she simply represents cutting off the dream state.

9.20.15

sleep 3pm 11pm

No matter how long I sleep, this is just not doing it for me. Feels like I slept only 2-3 hrs. Maybe because when I'm waking up is when normal people go to sleep and my body knows it.

DR
My cats are fighting some animal. It looks like a snake. They get beat up, but they win. At the end, I escort the animal which now looks like a wolf from Avatar the movie, to his home. I do this so he gets home safely. He is all nice now, but I can feel the pent up energy inside of him. I have him on a leash so people don't get scared by him, but we communicate verbally and he is inteligent. On the way there there are some people and 3 racoons cross our path. One has babies hanging on her. We get to a place that looks like nobody is there, just the nature. I ask him if this is suitable for him and I hope it's not too far from his real home where he came from.

DR
I'm in a huge house. It's raining and hose starts to move. It's being taken with a current. We are all in a large room with glass ceiling and glass all over. When the house slovs down for a moment, I tell everybody to get to smaller room without glass. We get to the kitchen by the main entry. I have everybody pack a backpack. I tell kids to pack anything they see. Some clothes, a toy, a book. We didn't have many things right there so I just wanted them to take whatever we had.

Someone tells me to tell my parent and what time is it over there. i look and it's 3 pm or 3 am. I tell them that with speed of information, by now they must know about the floods.

When the house stopps, we are in downtow. We get out and with other people from other houses we watch houses collaps. We stopped by an imposing, very old, tall, scary church. I know that is our new place, near the church, since that's where the house stopped. But then as buildings nearby collaps, the enormously tall statues on the church, toggether with it's walls start to crumble and fall. Same happens to our house.

Suddenly we are moving again. I look to the front and we are on the bus. It's taking us to safety. There are people in middle of the road measuring the road divider stripes, since they were washed away.

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

I've been reading a lot of manga, I've never ready any before so I ended up spending something like 20 hours during the weekend just reading. Completely sucked me in >_<
My dreams last night were kind of a reflection of this, the events in the book were happening in front of me, I don't think I was really in the story, probably just reading it O_O.

Edit: found that I wrote down some notes on my dream last night and I just found them. I was being driven by my friend near my old intermediate school, I had an exam that started in 4 minutes and there were lots of police cars on the road.

My recall has been abominable lately, completely lost my ability to recall any dreams. I wake up and try to cement the dream to memory before going back to sleep. The next time I wake up I have no memory of the dream :/ don't know why it's changed suddenly.

I have been trying to have a DILD again for almost 2 weeks now without luck, then a weird thing just happened!


I just woke up from a nap when I dreamed I was lucid and controlling the dream, but I actually wasn't. It feels so weird and confusing!
I have a current health issue in real life (nothing dangerous) that has been bothering me. In the dream it was worse with odd unrealistic things happening to me, and I was trying to find a solution through a lucid dream.
I went back in time (I'm actually not good at changing scenes yet, but I was more skilled in the dream), and I was like I'm going to change this part and it would change, and I saw some dream characters that I believed I knew as grown ups (remember I'm in the past), but of course I know now I don't that I'm awake. Then I reached the doctor dream character I was looking for, and I started to think that I will ask him about what I feel, and my subconscious will answer. I was aware that he was just a dream character, and I didn't care to act awkwardly asking him what I need believing that he will answer me. While asking him and my confidence building up that I can make him answer, the dream faded and I woke up, and I think for a brief moment before I woke up I realized I was dreaming, but it was too late. I'm still confused!

My memory of this dream is so fuzzy for the beginning. I remember being somewhere with my family and I think we were ordering pizza. Than the thought of becoming a pizza delivery person probably came up. But my family was making jokes about how my brother wouldn't be able to do the job or something like that. So confusing. Anyways after whatever happened occured I ended up in my house living room and my father and younger brother were behind me. Somehow, I realized it was a dream and decided to bring Eye into the dream.

He appeared before me and I said hi to him happily. Than I followed him to a room.It was an unfamiliar room with white walls and wooden flooring. There was a nice window where you could see it was the second floor too. Looking outside i could see a balcony cover that made me think about my neighbor's house above me and how when you look out the window it can look that way. There my father came in with pizza and i noticed even my cousin was now there.

I watched Eye for a bit but his attitude was somewhat different. He told me that he didn't have time for me and to leave him alone. Than went out the room so i followed him. He ended up going to my old room and shutting the door .I said "Fine" than went upstairs where i saw my dad.My dad had brought out a bowl of fresh tangerines in water,that were huge, like a egg plant size and peeled.

Than Eye appeared, probably because i thought about how i wanted him around again.He looked like he was in a casual whatever mood when i was happily staring at him. He noted how happy i was holding the bowl of tangerines and than he lay down i think. He than told me that just because i would sacrifice myself doesn't mean he would. I didn't like his tone of voice so i left the house where i found my uncle and a few people.There were these girls there and after looking up and seeing Eye through the window, I felt like annoying him. So i told the girls, since my uncle brought out more tangerines, that we should throw them at Eye through the window.We started throwing them like crazy than i ran.

I thought he would come out and chase us but he didn't. I just ended up running for nothing. Strangely enough there was a little mouse running with me as well. I stopped and walked back though than notice Eye walked out. But i decided to ignore him and eat the good looking tangerines as i curiously cut them with a knife.I know Eye said something to me but i dont remember what it was since i wasn't paying much attention to him.

I also recall a part where I was lucid, probably happened somewhere in the beginning. I was riding on my uncles back cause I ordered him to take me away from dcs that were armed with guns.We ended up getting away and I flew off as the scenery began to change to pitch black.Think Dawn was around and asked me what I was doing when I decided to ride my uncles back too. But im unsure.

Got one hell of a insomniac episode and ended up waiting for sunrise browsing youtube with a very sleepy Eli. He conviced me to try sleeping around 5-6 am and I walked out of bed with a cotton mouth around 10.

I'm with my mom and my little sister in my new mom's car, in the center of my town. It's reasonably sunny and the streets are moderatly busy, but there's roadworks everywhere so we need to find another way to go home. We ended up finding a little, less used street around town, with dingy bush around it and a lot of dirt and dust. The only problem is that someone put an automated gate on it. I get out of the car and open the gate, but my mother take forever and a half to start the car back up, because she's chatting away with my sister. I have to put myself against the gate to it doesn't close again, and it keep hitting my hip trying to close. Luckily it's mostly a metallic mesh over a flimsy frame, so it's more annoying that anything. The car finally start moving, and because the road is very narrow, the wheel go by so close to my feet that I feel the road dipping under the weight of the car.
Later, we recieve the owner of the automated gate, a brown haired, scraggy woman who angrily tell us that we fucked up her gate and that will be very costly to repair. My sister promptly tell her that that is all my fault. because is it.
We're all back in the car, going to a unclosed parking space where a market is taking place. As we're getting inside, my mother turn around completly on her seat and start chattering with my sister again, and despite my more and more fratic call, she keep the car going and we drive right in a shelf full of small blue boxes. We all get out of the care and this is again all my fault. Because of course it is. We start picking things up with the help of a blonde haired woman, the blue boxes are now colorful vegetables, it's a mess. Somewhere during all this I'm lost one of my shoes, a bright red slipper. I see it in the garden catastrophe and take it, but it transform into a brown, dirty, dusty thing that propably was a shoe in a past life. My real slipper is in a basement close by, but the entryway is very narrow and I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of it. I beg my sister to retrieve it for me, and she take a sweet ass time accepting.

Strangely enough, I have a very good relationship with both my mom and my sister. Grated, they do call me all the time to tell me about all their problems... or, for my sister, when she's bored and want some company.