non-lucid

Dream One - I'm at a concert inside of a mall waiting on my ex husband to bring my kids to me. There's loud music, lots of people really close together, and fog machines making everything look hazy. I'm trying to look around for them, but the crowd is so thick I can't see through it and have to start walking around the outside perimeter hoping to catch a glimpse of them when they get there. I walk around a group of six or seven people and see my kids and their dad behind them. I walk up and say hey, and apologize for not being able to see them through the crowd, I hope they didn't wait long. My ex husband leaves, and I show my kids some sort of meter that I have in my hand that I got from hot topic. It's linked to the concert somehow, that whenever you attend the concerts with this meter it gets you free merchandise credit. I have two more meters in my pocket, one for each kid. We talk about all the cool pokemon and pony merch they have and start planning what we want to spend our concert attendance points on as we walk out of the large concert room and into the main mall. The mall is bigger than any mall I have ever seen, and I've been to a pretty big one in DC when I was a kid. As we are walking through we see lots of stores already closed up for the night. We go down an escalator, and there's another escalator across from it. Music starts playing, and a slightly heavier than average woman in a sexy tight red dress starts dancing through the mall. She's wearing some sort of paper mache TV mask that makes her look like she has an old TV from the sixties for a head. She's singing as she dances about how much she loves shopping and how wonderful the mall stores are. We hurry towards the exit of the mall and I wake up.

Dream Two - I'm heading out to my car in a big parking lot outside of a medium sized building. I think it might be a school or college that I am leaving, perhaps some sort of educational convention. There's a lady and a dude who are waiting on rides and I offer to take them home so they don't have to wait. Both accept my offer, and my car is parked in one of the first few parking spaces so we don't walk far. I decide to take the T tops off and ride them home in style. I get in the car, and the man gets in the passengers seat and I start driving off. I realize the lady got distracted and didn't get in the car when I hear her yelling at me to wait while she chases down the car. Unfortunately I had just pulled onto the main road when she was close enough to hear. I try to stop and put the car in reverse as there is nothing coming, but as soon as I start backing up the car a bunch of other cars start coming up the hill behind us and honking their horns at me for driving like an idiot. I ignore them and back right back into the parking lot anyways. The lady is no longer there. I drive a circle back through the parking lot looking for her, and finally find her back at the front of the building waiting on her ride. I try to apologize, but she's not mad at all. She thanks me for forgetting her, and tells me that by staying there a little longer a great opportunity opened up for her. She doesn't elaborate on what the opportunity is. I offer again to take her home, and she says she needs to stay there another half our or so, I can take her home only if I am willing to wait that half our. I don't want to wait, I want to get home. The man I was giving a ride home to starts talking, and while I can't remember what he said, I got really aggravated and annoyed by it. I stop the car just before I leave the parking lot and tell him to get out. he argues, and I start cursing and yelling at him until he gets out and slams the door. I drive off and wake up.

Dream Three - I am once again leaving a college, this time on foot. There's a hill very much like the one at my late Grandma W's house that I am walking up. I look at my hand and think it looks weird. I start counting my fingers, and realize I have 8 on one hand. That's not right, I count again. Once more, 8 fingers. I realize I MUST be dreaming! I try to concentrate once more on my hands, now curious how I can have 8 fingers and it look almost normal. This time however, I only have the normal 5 fingers, and decide that maybe my counting is off in dreams and not so much that my hand actually had 8 fingers. At first I continue walking up the hill, then decide that I am not going to continue the path of the dream, I am going to go out looking for K instead. I turn right and head towards an older building that I recognize from a dream in the past. In the dream I am pretty sure I had seen K in that building before so it's a good place to start looking. Lucidity starts slipping but not completely. The building has different little shops in it, one of them being some sort of bass pro shops home store that I have never dreamed of before. I walk into the bass pro shop home store as it looks like the main entrance, and then go up some stairs into a little office lobby. There are different little office doors with different titles on them, one of the is the Faerie Arcane office. I knock on that door, thinking that K must have something to do with magic that we meet in dreams as we do. Lucidity is mostly gone, but I at least follow my purpose to find K. The door swings open when I knock and there are three ladies in the office. All three are middle aged, with tons of makeup and jewelry and their hair styled with tons of hair spray and gel. One is at a desk, and the other two are standing in the corners, and they are all chatting fervently. They turn and look at me, the one at the desk demanding to know what I want. I tell them I want to speak with the faerie arcane office about someone I am seeking, and they tell me they are too busy and I will have to come back tomorrow. I close the door disappointed, and start walking out of the building. I wake up.

Dream Four - My boy friend and I are working. I realize it's getting about time for our doctors appointments so I got to tell him it's time to leave. He tells me his appointment isn't until three, even though I am so sure it's at 2:30. We leave anyways. I don't remember any drive, it's like we are just suddenly there. The building looks like a grocery store building, however it has a neon purple sign on the front that says, "Mydera's" I also notice my exhusband and his new wife and their families chilling out on the roof of the building. I have a brief flash back memory of putting the "Mydera's" sign on the building in The Sims 3, then we get out of the car and walk in. We are late for my boyfriend appointment, it was in fact at 2:30 not 3:00. Also, the appointment I thought was there was with a different doctor an hour away and there's no way to make it there in time. We decide instead to go into the movie theater in the building. There are rows of sofas and love seats instead of movie chairs, and the movie screen has Splatoon on it. Everyone in the theatre is playing on the same screen, but the screen doesn't split off into individual character views, it just shows the whole stage making it impossible to tell who you are and where you are going. I get frustrated that I can't figure out which character I am or see around most of the stage and that frustration wakes me up.

Dream Five - I am at work inspecting a chair. There are two slubs on the outback of this chair. One at the top and one at the bottom. My boyfriend comes up behind me as I place red tape on the slubs and asks what I put the tape on there for. I tell him there are slubs in the fabric, then he sarcastically replies, "No, those are fine, they're supposed to be there!" I shake my head and then set down my red tape. If my boyfriend is there then it must be lunch time. He's putting huge pickle chips on a hamburger. The pickles look weird, they are all huge and lumpy. Realizing they don't look right wakes me up.

My daughter who was visiting family out of state had to go to the er last night for a sparkler burn. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep b/c I felt just awful about being four hours away, even though she was only at the hospital for an hour and was just fine, it was just a precautionary measure on the part of my family to take her to the ER and be checked. So I took 5htp as well as a couple of Benedryl to help me sleep. Having had the dream of K a few nights ago, I also took a prenatal vitamin to help build back my dream recall. Usually I have to take the vitamins a week straight to get good recall, but I guess mixed with the medicine and the attempt to take notes the vitamin worked immediately. I also got about 10 hours of sleep thanks to the medicine, where as I am normally lucky to get 8 full hours. I also had a few almost dreams early in the night where I was awake enough to hear my boyfriend on the computer, but still seeing little movies behind my eyes. The moment I would acknowledge however that I must be falling asleep, I'd wake up fully and not even remember anything other than, "I was dreaming of splat rollers" or something equally vague. All in all though, it was far more productive a dream night than I anticipated. If I am able to keep up with my dream journal, I won't expect such good results most of the time lol.

Morning of July 5, 2015. Sunday.

Dream #: 17,730-02. Reading time: 1 min 52 sec.



In real life, I had been working on a document about prescience in dreams regarding details from April 9 (1970-1990) that preceded my marriage on April 9 in 1994, sometimes integrated with a curious unrelated influence from television (which probably relates to prescient awareness of potential broadcasts and pop culture trends).

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In my dream, I am living on Loomis Street, and I am about twelve years of age. My sister is alive and rather young (mostly as she appeared in 1967, though I was six years old then). I do not recognize how wrong the setup and perspective is though I consider that something is different.

Being about twelve, but still active in dream research, I am puzzled by an “empty dream journal” supposedly started when I was about four years old. There was not always enough paper to write on, so I used my sister’s copies of Mad Magazine to write in, in any blank space, as well as older issues of Dig and Help! I get an impression that having records since birth relates to my “destiny,” and I decide to copy some dreams into the issue of Mad Magazine that is otherwise free of handwritten lines. I briefly recall the wedding date. I think about how impersonal the “dream journal” (Mad Magazine) is. I know that the April 1967 Mad Magazine cover (date, not time of printing) has a clue for me regarding Yin and Yang, Corona Borealis and Corona Australis, and similar concepts.

The cover features Alfred E. Neuman with a blue magnet, and under that is the reverse, a red one coming up from below, suggesting a pull (from an unseen “opposite” persona or character) from the “other side,” for me, a play on blue American mailboxes and red Australian mailboxes. I talk to my sister for a short time saying that I did not know this magazine existed as such. (I have no concept or memory of “Yin” other than the date relevance of September 13). I continue to write in it, one to two lines on at least six pages, now seemingly unrelated to dreams, but perhaps questions. I think about the cover and how only I could understand its connections to my life.

I transition to a dream type that mostly only occurred around age five; being in a world of giants. I sometimes dreamt of adults and children older than me as towering over me. In this case, a tall African woman (or spirit) in traditional tribal dress seemingly speaks to me in modern English or at least cheerfully communicates. Although we are indoors, she seems about twenty feet tall or more. I am of the correct size, but tiny in contrast to the setting. Next, after some ambiguous abstract scenes, is a situation where a friendly dog approaches me.

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Hi everyone,

This is my first dream journal entry. I've noticed that most of my REM periods occur in the morning, from around 4-8 o'clock, so I have most of dreams around this time. I often wake up a lot in the morning, but go back to sleep pretty quickly, so I generally have a lot of dreams in the morning. I've just woke up, so I wanted to write down what I remember from my dreams.

The first one placed me in some city. I don't know which one, but I can tell you that it was huge. Much bigger than London, for example. I was basically exploring it. I spent probably about an hour (IRL time) walking around the city, just going into random shops and looking at random sights. It went on for a very long time in the dream world. One thing which stood out was the biggest building in the city. I have a love of high places such as this, so in my dream I made a beeline for it. I took the lift up to the top floor, where there was this big, circular glass floow inside of a glass building. This was extremely high up, taller than the Burj Khalifa. There was a panel over on one side of the room, with two wheels. One of the wheel rotated the floor around, while the other charged the camera. That's right- the room seemed to be some sort of photography device to take photographs of the city. It was weird, I guess, but the dream was incredibly vivid. It seems that each night, my dreams have been getting more and more vivid, lately. And longer. But I digress, as I was saying, I was on top of the biggest building in the entire World. I walked out through a set of double glass doors to the back of the room, and onto the roof, where a few people were sitting around on assorted chair. I turned around and saw that there was actually another room, very similar to the photography one, on top of it. I disregarded it, having seen enough, and decided to venture back down to the city. This is where it starts to get weird.

I found some sort of shopping centre. If you live in the UK, you'll probably know of the MetroCentre. It was really similar to that, only the shops were different. I was sauntering around, simply looking for something to do. It was at this point I noticed that I had my pilot's uniform on, so I realised that I was on layover (staying after a flight) in this city. I found a restaurant, called "Vino & Me". It looked very professional, like a chain restaurant. You know when you have one of those dreams and you're just amazed at how real it all feels? This was one of them, for me. I could read all of the text, hear other people's conversations as they walked by me, etc. It was extremely lifelike. Anyway, I went into this restaurant, and for some reason the first thing I did was tell them that I'm the owner's friend. The guy at the door shouted to one of his colleagues, "who's on the list?", and they read out a single name. I told them that was my name. They all smiled, showed me to a table, and gave me a bunch of free food. I remember it being very nice. It was an Italian restaurant (presumably run by alcoholics, judging from the name), so I had pasta and a very nice dessert. The pasta cost £14.95, so I was very happy that I'd pretended to be friends with the manager. One weird thing was the menu itself. Half of it was written in red pen on a napkin, while the other half was a professionally-printed menu. Very strange. There were a bunch of inconsistencies like this in the dream, odd little sights which made me laugh.

When I was done eating, I turned to a window looking back into the mall. There were glass walls, so I could see everything which was going on perfectly. Two men with purple shirts on walked out and grabbed a man standing by some sort of stall. Everyone around turned and looked on, startled by the appearance of these men. They looked like security guards to me, which was likely to be the case, as two policemen showed up and assisted them in carrying the man off. The man kicked some random guy in the head as they were going, and I specifically remember the victim falling backwards onto some glass ceiling (we were on the second floor), and smashing his head open. Blood everywhere. My dreams always seem to take a dark twist at some point. At least glass ceilings were being shattered. I sat in the restaurant and burst out laughing. I don't normally have emotions in my dreams, as I'm sure most of you can relate to, but I had a fit of uncontrollable laughter upon seeing the guy get kicked in the head. I thanked the restaurant staff, and I headed out.

Next up, I went to visit Jesse Pinkman. I have no idea where that came from. He was living in a tent somewhere, it was a campsite, though, and it was very Sunny. I knocked on the door (not sure why, it was a fabric tent), and he opened it up. He was annoyed at me for some reason. I think I was supposed to be Walter White at this point, but he soon made up with me and we had an interesting discussion. Nothing important, I just enjoyed it. I said goodbye to him, then I went to visit an old friend (haven't seen him in a couple of years now), who was also living on the same campsite for whatever reason. I located his tent, and started talking to him. At one point in the conversation, I divulged to him that I was growing 4 marijuana plants, at which point he dragged me outside. What I didn't notice was that his ad was sitting out the back of the tent, and my friend was sure that he'd heard me. We walked off at this point. I'm not even anywhere near done yet, either. It gets really weird from hereon in.

Next up, we met some African girl. It's a little bit fuzzy around here, so I don't remember the details all that well, but I'll do my best. This girl was with two friends, I believe, and we basically just hung out with them for a while. We were still in the big city, just in a less central district. After a while, they drove off, when one of the kids saw their mother. The other kid said to the African girl; "forget it, she's no coming back", presumably in reference to her mother. I don't really understand the significance of this, or what it means, but it did go on for quite some time. I just don't remember this part of the dream particularly well.

After that, I was in school. I was walking out with some of my friends, when we said bye to each other. I jumped into my car, which was parked outside. Apparently I drive a Ferrari 458 Italia now. All of my friends were very impressed, and when I left them I went on a drive for a while. I remember sitting in the car, and just really enjoying the feeling of driving it. It was a very realistic part of the dream. Next, I ended up with two of my friends, sitting on a riverbank. It was more of an overhang, actually. We were about 50 feet above this lake. The water was crystal clear, and was surrounded on all sides by high banks, almost like it was a flooded canyon. We were fishing into it, but didn't have much luck, and decided that there were only a few small fish in there. That prompted my friend to jump from the cliff, and into the river. It looked really warm, so I decided to follow. It was a cartoonish moment, and I proceeded to jump, and then realised that I still had my phone in my pocket and all of my clothes on. I took my clothes off, threw my phone and bus pass out of my pocket, and I did all of this while balancing off the edge of the cliff at about a 30 degree angle. Impossible in real life, but I didn't even notice it in the dream. I plummeted down into the water, and it felt amazing. It was lovely and warm, and perfectly safe. We swam around for a while, while our other friend stayed sat atop the canyon walls. This was the last time anything in my dream was "perfectly safe".

Next up, the dodgy fish. I was walking along this sand path, surrounded on each side by water. My parents were with me, but they'd walked off ahead, looking at the sights. The water was extremely shallow, but the seabed was covered with deep-sea entities. I saw these bioluminescent (glowing) jellyfish, and when I touched them they changed colour. It looked more lifelike than ever. I saw a hole in the ground, with this miniature shark coming out of it. It had an anglerfish in it's mouth. The weird part were that both of them were tiny. The shark was probably only about 10cm long, the anglerfish obviously a lot smaller. They weren't moving at all. They just sat there. I walked around, and took a look at all of the other fish. For some reason, I was convinced that there were stonefish hiding on the floor (venomous fish, which are often fatal to humans, if you stand on them), so I was very cautious. But I waded through the shallows full of dodgy fish, just enjoying the sights. I saw my parents again, and showed them the little shark.

Now for the final part of the dream. I know that I've skipped through a lot, but most of it was repetitive. I was looking around the city for what seemed like hours, and I spent a lot of time fishing and swimming, and looking at the fish, as well. So I'm just generalising here. Anyhow, the last part is probably the weirdest. I was sitting in my room, with the door shut, on my PC. I got up to go to the toilet, opened my bedroom door, and saw two Bengal tigers sitting on the landing. One was orange, and the other was white. They were both huge. I shut the door very fast. I think my mum was at work, but my dad was downstairs, in the kitchen. I knew that I had to get down and warn him. I barricaded my door with an amplifier (I found two handguns in there- the one which I actually own, and an exact copy of it but covered in swastikas, really random), and a bunch of other stuff that I happened to have lying around my room. I jumped out of my bedroom window, onto the lower roof, and then down into the front garden. I went around the back, found my dad cooking in the kitchen, and warned him about the tigers. He didn't believe me, so I got him to look up the stairs. We have a mirror on the stairs, and we saw the tail of the white Bengal in the mirror. We shut the doors at the bottom of the stairs, and the kitchen door. I suddenly burst out with, "I know what to do!", and he looked at me. I remembered The Hangover, and decided that we needed to put a bunch of drugs into a steak. He said that I was being stupid (he has a tendency to do that- he disagrees with my ideas which are risky or a bit out there), but I decided to do it anyway. I went into the freezer, got out a big steak, and filled it with Valium. I threw it upstairs, and went back around the front, and climbed up into my bedroom. After a while, I felt the door move. I was genuinely worried; the dream felt that real. One of the tigers pushed on the doors, and I held it back. After a couple of minutes, I realised that I couldn't possibly content with a fully-grown death machine, so I released the door, sprinted for my window, and jumped out just in time. As I cleared the window, I woke up, my heart racing. I started laughing at the really long, and messed up dream. And now I'm here, writing all about it.

What I found annoying was that none of this was lucid. I still didn't notice that I was dreaming when I saw a bitesize shark, or when I had two tigers in my house, for absolutely no reason. I did enjoy it, though, and I hope you did too.

DILD #1:

I had an earlier dream where I was flying around with Dreamer at night. She was carrying me in her arms, but she was having difficulty flying because I was so heavy. I tried telling myself that I was as light as a feather, didn't work very well.

DILD #2:

I had another dream where I was waiting for a plane to take me to perth, but I was in the United states for some reason. I didn't know when the plane was supposed to leave and then I realized I didn't have to leave for another 3 days.

I slowly realized it was a dream and wandered around the airport for awhile. I watched workers furiously trying to clean airplanes and get the luggage on board. I also stole some food from vending machines and ate it while I calmly explored.

After awhile I decided that I wanted to do some tasks. I tried to remember some but got very nervous and worried about waking up. I woke up almost immediately, remembered some tasks, then waited to deild. I was shaken awake in the dream (back at the airport) by this chubby African girl. She was quite pretty and she had a really thick accent. I thanked her and wondered if she was one of those traditional dream guides that people keep talking about. I had her follow me around because I figured that she might be helpful.

I began walking around the halls looking for a painting; I said to myself, "There will be a painting behind me!"

There was, but then I heard the African girl say in her thick accent, "There's no painting there."

The painting immediately disappeared. I walked around a corner while saying to myself, "There is a painting around that corner!"

There was, and I made it fly into my hands with telekinesis. I was staring at it when the girl pulled at my arm. I looked back at her and she had a friend with her now. I looked back at the painting and it was now a map of Europe. I was getting a bit frustrated with this naughty DC that kept messing with me. I looked away and back at the painting again and it looked like a black and white illustration of an assembled jigsaw puzzle. I figured that was good enough so I threw it on the ground and made it grow and stretch until it was big enough for me to dive into. I guess that I should also mention that this entire time the annoying girl dc was pulling at my shirt incessantly. She was QuiTe annoying! But I tried to just ignore her.

The painting was on the ground and I was ready to dive in! I got in the standard diving stance and then dove in head first, right into a hard, solid floor. I slowly got absorbed into painting as I rested there. The world was black, I figured that I must have been in the black part of the painting so I walked until it got white. I could see more black lines off in the distance. Not the most exciting experience, but I thought it made sense. I jumped out of the painting and decided that I was now in a hospital instead of an airport. The two African girls are still there following me around. I saw this blonde lady receptionist that reminded me of one of the girls from Dr. Who. I beckoned her to follow me too as I walked outside.

It was dark and wet, and there was snow gently falling all around. I saw an old friend standing out on the curb. I figured he would be a helpful dc. I asked him if he had the mysterious seeds I needed (while also reaching in my pocket to find some just in case he didn't have any). He pulled a handful of assorted seeds from out of his pocket. They looked like an array of various nuts - cashews, almonds, macademias, and pistachios. I chose the only one I didn't recognize and threw it in the dirt. I stood there, staring at the ground with my motley crew of acquired dream characters. We eagerly waited for it to grow. Got too excited and woke up.

DILD #3:

I was at my parents' house in Colorado. My mom was cooking a vegan feast with green chili and beans. She was telling me that I should do some things for my dad so that he would be more likely to help me out if I needed it. I got really upset and said that it wasn't right that I had to do things like that as an exchange in order to have his love and support. I think I threw a tortilla in my rage. My dad came downstairs and started talking about facts and figures, keeping everything rational and away from emotions, where it was safe. I noticed that I could draw lines on the wall with my mind and I thought for a few seconds that maybe I just had super powers. Then I realized that I was dreaming and I walked outside and started to fly. I was having trouble flying but I was still enjoying it. I woke up after a few minutes of flying around the neighborhood.


DILD #4:

I was watching an 80s movie with Dreamer that had Brendan Fraser with long hair in it. It was about a group of hackers that were rebelling against these humanoid machines that had kidnapped another genius hacker for her brilliant programming skills. The hacker group had somehow managed to make it so that the machines couldn't see them, all except for one special machine that had the sense of smell, he could still smell them when they were near him. Brendan Fraser was running down the street from these special machines that had been built specifically to entice him. They had huge lower bodies that were covered in knotted pubes, it was supposed to attract him because that is what he was supposedly into, but it just looked ridiculous. He eluded them behind a wall when one of the machines saw me watching from a distance and she spat flames at me. I said to her, "Are you serious?" then shot flames back at her. It singed her slightly then I suddenly felt very poweful. I made all of the machine women in the area erupt in flames that were so hot that they turned to ashes.

I then walked over to a spot on the parking lot pavement and dropped a seed in the earth. A clone of myself separated from my body and walked off but the body that I was watching the dream from stayed to watch the plant grow. A long, vine-like plant grew straight up from the ground until it was about 5 feet tall. It then sprouted these bright red flower buds at the very top. I walked away to look for something inanimate to talk to and I decided that a car would be a good choice. I said to the nearest car, "HEY, how's it goin'?"

The car suddenly had eyes and a mouth but it appeared to be sleeping. I tried again, "Hello, are you awake?"

I noticed that I had a text message from some stranger that wanted to help me saying, "Hi, can I help you?"

I responded, "Who are you?"

Then a green-haired bully came from out of nowhere and started attacking me. I threw him to the ground to subdue him then the dream ended. I tried to stay still to wait for another dream to begin. I had a false awakening with my old friend from a previous dream and I was telling him about the lucid dream I just had and I was showing him the weird text message that interrupted me. Haha, woops.

(So I've noticed dream recall and lucidity seem to be somewhat related to estrogen and progesterone levels, at least for me. When progesterone reaches its peak in the luteal phase, so does my lucids. When estrogen reaches its first and then second peaks, during ovulation and again during mid-luteal, my dream recall can get up to 5-6 a night. And the rise in body temperature from the first to second phases seem to affect vividness. Immediately before the period starts, when both hormones and temperature hit rock bottom, so does lucidity/recall/vividness. ...I guess not even most women would know what I'm talking about, but since the hubby and I are trying to have a baby, I've been keeping a laser sharp focus on those levels. So for the next few months or so I'm going to try to associate dreams to cycle days. And today is cycle day one! So yay, that's convenient.)

CD1 AF

I was out on base, shopping at the commissary with a girl I used to know but can't remember, and a friend of hers who was in a wheelchair. When we entered the store, the employees stopped us and insisted that her friend leave his wheelchair and use one of their store-approved ones. He didn't want to switch chairs, and the employees were getting annoyed. Samantha and I were getting annoyed and wanted to punch them for being dicks to her friend. We told them it was illegal to do what they were doing and we all tried to just go around them, but then two of them ran up to her friend and physically LIFTED him out of the chair and tried to throw him into one of theirs. We absolutely flipped the fuck out on them and there was a big fight.

Samantha, an old friend from middle school, and I were roommates. We lived in this little flat and I guess one of us was an artist because there were sheets all up on the walls and paint and such. There were lots of windows all over the place, and you could see the nighttime lights of the city from them. I wanted to do something nice for her, but I don't remember what. She was telling me about this party while we were watching something on TV - something about a car and a cowboy? - and we decided we'd go. We had to walk there, apparently, and we were walking through a field with trees around us, and we both had flashlights, heading toward the party. On the way there we stop and see one of her friends standing out in the field, covered in dirt and wearing tattered clothes. I asked him why he was out there dressed like that and he seemed to get offended and said he lived on the street. I got really confused at that point, because we all lived on the army base and everyone there is given assigned housing so there's no way anyone living here would be homeless. Then he got SUPER angry and started saying things like "Well, where do you think poor people exist then?!" and I said "Only in the civilian world, obviously..." He chided me and told me that many of the families on base were homeless but I didn't hear about it because my dad was a high-ranking officer and the bigwigs sheltered us from those sorts of things. It kind of freaked me out to realize that all the lower-ranking privates lived on the streets past the officer community in the center of the base.

The Slaughtering Factory
I'm at a slaughtering factory and I'm watching the process of how it works. They're using chickens and cats, it's fucken sickening. I love animals so much, I can't understand how someone could do this job for a living. There's 2 guys on a production line, where the Animals come from. There's holes where they throw the Animals down to there death I'm guessing.

There's a live cat and they pore petrol over it and then let it roam. This starts to effects the cat and makes it weak and looking as if it's eventually going to die. Someone tells me that it's had a tablet and it'll die.

Dance Like No Ones Watching
I'm outside a house and I'm with 2 others. I see some of my close family on other side of road. I stand with a lite kid about 30 meters away from my family, and we communicate that way. The kid talks for a while and I compliment him saying that he speaks better then I do. I remember seeing the ground look like burned rubber. I'm inside the house now and someone said they laughed at what we said around the side of house.

I'm at a petrol station with Marleigh and a few others that I recognize. We all start dancing and looking like idiots, but we continue dancing. I begin thinking about how we look silly but don't want that to stop me, and that I shouldn't feel silly, I'm joking around having fun. I begin pretending to rap silently but move my mouth and hands as if I was really doing so.

Cory and I were looking to adopt a kid, so we mapped out a few orphanages on our GPS. Apparently you can just go to a random orphanage and pick up a kid like you would a pet or something. So we set out in the car, but kept getting lost. Really lost, like driving through people's yards and at one point we were off-roading in some field of dirt. Cory wanted to drive up this sand bank but it was friggin sheer vertical sand and I said no way. He tried anyway and we slipped back down. I tried getting our location on the map on my phone, but the map kept zooming out and made it impossible. By some miracle we finally made it to the orphanage and we were looking at kids, and we were thinking on this 12ish year old boy with sandy hair. So we were walking around the orphanage with him and he was telling us about himself, but something about him seemed very off. He asked if we would adopt him, so Cory and I had a little pow-wow and we both really didn't want to. We wanted to move on to the next orphanage. We were dreading telling him because we didn't want to break his little heart, but we finally did and he looked so dejected and just said "Oh." and walked away. I wanted to cry.

For some reason we were paying rent on two apartments because we were too lazy to move all the stuff from one apartment over to the other. So we slept at one apartment, but the other one had our washer/dryer, so we would drive over there to do our clothes. We decided to finally combine them but when we went to the washer/dryer apartment, we just couldn't figure out how to do it or how to bring the stuff back to the other place. Apparently we also kept a cash register with a moving belt attached to it at the apartment. Cory would put items on the belt and when they got to the end I'd bag them, and that's how we moved stuff. The belt was also super-magnetic so whenever something metal came down the line, it would stick and I'd have to struggle to pull it off.

I don't remember the last dream, just that I was sitting on the ground and Seru in his semi-perfect form was standing there screaming at me and I was like WTF. And I was friggin terrified for some reason.

I was looking under the bed for my two cats, and they were there, but to my surprise I found a third! It was an enormous calico, at least twice the size of any other cat I'd ever seen, and unbelievably fat. Startled by this strange discovery, I pointed it out to my husband. He gave me a suspicious look and said, "That's Crowl," as if explaining the obvious.

"He must have at least fifteen percent of the Internet!" I exclaimed, thinking that there's no way such an unusual cat could avoid becoming an Internet sensation. My husband nodded in confirmation.

"Where did he come from?" I inquired. It seemed like a reasonable question, since I had never seen this cat before but my husband appeared to be familiar with him.

Again my husband looked at me in wary confusion, as if he couldn't understand why he had to keep telling me things I should know perfectly well. "We got him from Donna Slope."

"Who's Donna Slope?" The tension was growing with every question I asked. My husband was now staring at me as if he feared that I had finally lost my mind. I gathered that this was the name of someone we knew quite well, for for the life of me I could not remember a single detail about her.

I noticed that the sliding door to the patio was open, and one of our own cats and Crowl had gone outside. I expressed alarm: ours is an elderly indoor cat, and definitely not allowed outside without close supervision. My husband seemed strangely unconcerned: "It's okay, he'll follow Crowl." I was not reassured. "We'll have to talk about this later," I said, indicating the events of the entire morning, and went out after the cats.

The two were already walking along the side of the house toward the street. To my alarm I saw that the front gate was open, and they went right through it. For some reason after I caught up with them I picked up Crowl first. As I walked back along the side of the house I noticed an assortment of little pumpkins or round gourds next to the path. One green one was rattling violently as if something were trying to get out. This piqued my curiosity, but I could not investigate with my arms full of cat, so I resolved to take a closer look after both cats were secured back indoors. I unceremoniously dumped Crowl back inside the bedroom, making sure to close the screen door behind him, and then went back for the other cat.

I was worried at having left my cat unattended, but reminded myself that he moved very slowly in his old age and he could not have gone far. As long as he hadn't blundered out into the street, he should be okay. I soon spotted him next to the sidewalk chewing on grass... but something was amiss. There were now two cats of his appearance. I studied them closely until I thought I was sure which one was him, and carried him back inside. After he was safely secured in the house, I went back to investigate those pumpkins.

The pumpkins ranged in color from green to orange, and seams indicated that the tops could be lifted like those of jack-o-lanterns. What did I expect to find inside? What if it was a coiled up snake, and it bit me? I brushed aside the fear impatiently: the only reason to be afraid of a snake is if you think it might have deadly poison, but that is quite rare. Most snakebites are harmless. Still, why did I want to look inside the pumpkins? I needed a good reason. "Curiosity," I concluded. "Curiosity is the desire to know more." That seemed like a good enough reason in itself.

The first few pumpkins were hollowed out as I anticipated, but they contained only vague shapes, like something was still buried in the pumpkin flesh. I peered closely at one and I thought it looked lizard-shaped. "Maybe they aren't ready to hatch yet," I concluded. I reached the green one that had been shaking violently. Surely this one was ready! I stopped and tried to imagine what I would most like to find inside, and decided on one of those little troll dolls. Wouldn't be cool to find one that had come to life? I lifted the top and... it was just another lizard. This was vaguely disappointing after I had gotten my hopes up for something more exotic.

After going back in the house I started thinking hard. I realized something very strange was going on today, and I needed to figure out what it was. My husband was acting very uncharacteristically, and I was apparently unfamiliar with major details of my own life. What could it be? Was it related to time travel? My current situation felt very similar to the life I knew, but not identical... could I have somehow "jumped the tracks" to a different timeline, a different possible present?

Later I was shelving some books in the kitchen when another possibility came to mind: I could be dreaming. At first this felt very unlikely, but I knew that apperances could be deceiving, and I would need to test thoroughly. I began by looking at a book on the shelf and trying to withdraw it through will alone. Nothing happened, but I thought it might just need a headstart, so I pulled it out about an inch with my fingers, then tried to finish using only mental strength. This time it worked! I let the book hover in the air above my palm to confirm that I was controlling it with my thoughts.

Alright, so I'm definitely dreaming. Shit. That means I have to remember everything so I can write it down when I wake up. I started going over details from the morning, listing them aloud to better fix them in memory. "Crowl... Donna Slope... lizards in pumpkins..." I'm sure several other things happened that morning that I'm now forgetting, but I lost lucidity and had another long NLD before waking up, so some of the details have faded.

06/02/2015 - THE WOLF MAMA

I’m at a RAPHAEL’S home. I think I don’t want to be there because it’s in a shitty part of town. I make an excuse and I leave. Next thing I remember, I’m getting a call and my friend EDUARDO tells me that RAPHAEL has just passed away. Shit.

So I go back, I get into the apartment and I see a lot of people standing in front of his bedroom’s door. They’re watching the body, I think. So I go to pay my respects and I see Raphael in bed. He’s alive. But sleeping. I get really fucking pissed and I get ready to leave when-

I notice a wolf there. I get super excited. It’s a goddamn wolf and I’m very much so a dog person. So I make friends with the wolf and she seems to really like me. We play around for a bit and I realize that the wolf has two pups. I go: “That’s it, I’m definitely taking the wolf mama and her two pups to my tiny apartment even though I already have a dog!”

The wolves and I really bond, and as we’re playing outside Raphael’s apartment, Wolf Mama bites something hard and breaks most of her teeth. Now I really can’t leave her alone, she’ll need someone to take care of her.

As I leave the building to wait for my ride I start worrying about the fact that I DO already have a dog, who doesn’t play well with others and the fact that these are goddamn wolves. Big. Powerful. They could tear my tiny dog apart. Also, I didn’t ask my mom permission to bring the wolves home. That’s when I wake up.

(I woke up a few times during the night and remembered literally NOTHING about my dreams. Which sucked because with all the lucids I've had lately, I may have had one and forgotten. I remembered only my dreams from my last leg of sleep.)

I was part of a special task force sent into this massive cave system to help take out these evil giant bats that could disintegrate people by hovering over them and letting off a sound/energy wave down at them. We fortified the cave system, adding rooms and barriers and such, but when the bats started coming there were thousands of them. The battle waged on and we were losing. So we retreated back to one of the rooms to formulate a plan. Our intel told us there was a cave path where only the baby bats lived, but they were also dangerous. We decided to take them out first, since they'd be weaker and we could figure out the behaviors and weaknesses of these bats. I had to run to the bathroom quick, and when I got back apparently they'd already passed out the guns and ammo. I asked about getting one and they told me to talk to some guy who was all decked out Rambo-style, but I couldn't get to him to get a gun. So I wound up following this task force unarmed. When we got to the tunnel, baby bats started pouring out of it. They were still pretty huge, and another battle took place. The people on the force were shooting them down with machine guns and such, and I was just running frantically from barrier to barrier looking for this guy to give me a gun.

I was checking eBay and I noticed my rating had shot down a crazy amount. So I looked into it and noticed people were leaving bad feedback about how I never pay, so I freaked out that someone had hacked my account. I looked all over my laptop trying to figure out how they did it, but to no avail. So then I went back to eBay to change the password on my account and hopefully reconcile with the support staff, but no matter where I looked I couldn't find a page to change passwords from. I was flipping out because the hacker was fucking with my shit as I looked, and this statue I wanted to buy ended that day and I neeeeeeded it but I doubted they'd sell it to me with my shitty history. I decided to literally 'clean' the viruses from my laptop, so I mixed a big white bucket up with water and vinegar and dunked my laptop in it. For some reason this satisfied me and I thought it was all good again. But the bad feedback was still there and I had no idea how to fix that. A friend of mine said they knew someone who worked at eBay that could help, so I went down to the corporate office to see her and she agreed to change my password for me. I have no idea how I got rid of the bad reviews though.

SO. Let's sum up my past five days. I've remembered at least one dream everyday for the past five days, so I have quite a bit of journaling to do on here! I'll make a separate DJ entry post for each dream, starting with Sunday's, June 28th.
I was at a house that looked like the island house I stayed at on vacation this past month. My girlfriend and her mom were both there, and they requested I go pick them up some stuff from the shopping area across the highway. I headed out, and the drive (I was on a motorcycle for some reason) was only five minutes.
Strangely, the shopping area I arrived at looked pretty similar to the island house as well. I saw a changing stand behind a stage where a play was going on, and randomly decided I needed to change my clothes. Once that was done, I went to the shopping area, which had black and white tiled marble flooring, and some mini-restaurants. I got the goods for my girlfriend and her mom, and also indulged by buying myself some soft jolly ranchers.
Headed back home, I checked FB on my phone and saw that my entire family liked my status that I posted IRL the previous day. This lifted my spirits, and when I got back to the house, I gave the stuff to my girlfriend and her mom.
A pretty standard dream, not a bunch happened. But trust me, they start getting weirder as the days go by.

- Doing weird stretching maneuvers alongside my Dad in a severely cramped water tank; getting scared and claustrophobic. Talking about psychological "dream tests" involving my Dad and my old step-dad, B. We're in a small, white facility with a small crew of very nice professional people.

- At a drunk pool party at an old house with lots of people. The only person I know there is R, my old friend and coworker. Lots of insignificant stuff happens. The next morning I'm still wide awake ready to party and everyone else is either gone, passed out on couches or wandering around like hungover zombies. R wakes up and is mad at me for something I didn't actually do. She slaps me very gently, then gives me a hug. We sit down and I explain myself. She doesn't apologize for slapping me, which I think is rude. I leave and start down the road which is on a hill. I start jogging, trying to find R again now for some reason. I feel like we're playing tag or something. I suddenly realize I'm in the middle of a somber procession of sorts. There's an old man with a camera who is being very patient with me, telling me I need to leave and get out of the way in a very gentle tone. I can tell he is annoyed inside though, and rightfully so. I look at the field of grass along the road and see that there's a wedding going on. I run back up the hill and actually pass two guys riding bikes. One's a young shirtless redhead with an ugly-ish face and the other seems to be his dad. I can't help but giggle as I pass them up. The dad records this with his phone. As we top the hill, they pass me and turn left into a driveway. They go inside and I follow. I ask the dad to send the video to my phone, then remember I don't have one. I try to tell him C's number but things get confused and I never finish it.

- Messing with a "memorial" crime scene, then realize "these are pieces of evidence, what am I doing touching them!?!?" and run off.

7.2.15

I'm on a trip someplace. Leaving from there with others. Sitting in the front seet of some kind of a speed boat. I wonder if out boxes we carry will topple from the wild ride, when i see them slide. Then I realize it's a Disney ride. But someone comes to me in a hurry and start piling some boxes in my lap to hold them.

One is open top box. It has some water in it and it's full of creatures. I say to the person "daum, there are venomous brown recluse spiders in there, some worm, a venomous caterpillar - and you putting that in my lap on this wild ride"?

I'm holding the box and watch the water slosh all over in waves, as the boat moves, and each time it touches my hand so do bunch of critters.

I'm watching the caterpillar crawl out and on my hand and I'm waiting to be bitten.

DR2
I'm visiting my old preschool I attended in age of 5. I look into drawers and they are full of nicely organized towels, pyjamas, clothes for kids. I'm talking to old teachers there. When leaving, I learn we were allowed to take our tiny chairs with us, as long as they had 2 or more names carved into them. I feel bad for not taking mine, if I had one.

So I stupidly didn’t record my dreams as I woke up in the middle of the night, nor did I really took the time to remember them upon waking up. So all I’m left with are fragments.

There’s a small little clip where I’m in working. I’m talking to one of my students, GRAZIELLA, and I playfully flick her hair (why would I do that?), she laughs and feigns being angry.

Second bit features NEIL DEGRASSI TYSON, who had a radio show. He said something controversial in one of the shows and the sponsors started to pull out. His son visit him, they’re talking on Neil’s den, who tries to tell his son that it’ll be alright. It was just one sponsor. At that EXACT MOMENT, on tv we hear that Neil’s losing more sponsors.

7.2.15

Still on nightshifts. Slept around noon, then later again.
Woke up from this dream at 2:20am. Just before this she talked in irc about making sushi and that maybe someday I'll have the pleasure of sampling her cooking.

DR
I'm sitting at a table with Ophelia and Danny. She is sitting by my left side and Danny across her, and the table is round. It's at her place in TX. In my mind I see a picture of 3 kids, one of them is Chris, and I know he is sleeping over at those other kids.

We are eating dinner, something that I cooked. Some protein with sauce. I'm taking small bites, nervous if they like it. Danny says "my face hurts" as in he can't stop smiling and he gets up to get seconds. I want to ask ophelia if she likes it, but I figure if she wants me to know something, she will tell me.