non-lucid

Hi everyone,

I have been wondering for some time now if many people could simply chose to dream something in the afternoon and when they go to bed actual dream it. If you can do this how specific of a dream can you chose to have and how much time did it take you to learn how to do this. can you do this whenever you desire or just on random nights. Thank you for your response!

Two women are speaking. One of them, the only human in this dream, has made a deal to trade places with someone. But it's being explained to her now that the person she's traded places with was fated to die at a certain age; they were to be what's referred to as the tithe to hell. That's now her job. At 24, she's already past that age.

The woman explaining this to her sounds amused at her situation, but she resents the tithe to hell itself - doesn't like having to submit to someplace else's authority. The human picks up on this resentment, and makes a suggestion. She believes that as a human, she can access the place they refer to as hell in a way that this woman can't; there's something stored there that allows that place to hold authority here. If she could reach it, there'd be no need for the tithe. It's unlikely to work, but still an intriguing offer.

Scene change. The human's standing at the back of a line passing through a small gate in a rock tunnel. The other people here are goblin-like creatures, and she's wearing the same type of clothes as theirs for a disguise, along with an eyepatch - the eyepatch is important because the people here all bear wounds proudly. Although the guard at the gate is familiar with most of the people passing through, talking like they're old friends, he apparently isn't bothered by a stranger's presence; he waves her through without a second look.

Listening to a song with the line, "I ran away from my vows."

I’m driving with my boss, driving a load of desktop computers to our next destination. For some reason my boss let me drive the van, even though I have no clue where I’m going. So when we get to an intersection, I don’t know which way to go. “Where am I going?” He says something, but the AC in the car is roaring too loudly for me to hear it. “What?” He doesn’t respond. I turn off the AC and ask again, but he still ignores me. I finally get to the intersection and drive straight, hoping for the best.

My boss finally scolds me, “You were supposed to turn right!”
“Well maybe I would’ve known that if you had spoken up!”

We get into a bit of a heated argument. I don’t see, however, that the road I’m on takes a sharp right and turns into an entrance ramp to the interstate. To the left of the turn is a deep chasm that looks almost bottomless. It’s pitch black at the bottom, despite the sunny day that should be lighting it up. I don’t have much time to react, so I turn the wheel sharply to the right. The left two tires of the van go over the edge, and it looks like the rest of the van isn’t going to stop in time. I suddenly have an intense fear that I’m going to die. My life flashes before my eyes (if that’s possible in a dream), and I start screaming in panic. Luckily, in some miraculous act that looked like messed up video game physics, my front right tire stays at the top of the cliff and pulls the rest of the van up back to safety.

I take a massive sigh of relief, while my boss continues to scold me for missing the turn, obviously not at all grateful to be alive. I was a little mad and confused myself. Where the heck is the guardrail? Why is there even a cliff in Florida? This seems weird enough to me that I quickly become lucid, but the scene is already disintegrating by this point, and I wake up in my bed. I try to DEILD back into the dream, but despite getting some strong vibrations, I can’t quite make it and decide to abort the attempt.

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I’m back at college, even though it takes place at my old high school building. The structure of my day is like it was back in high school - 8 periods of different classes with 4 minutes between each period. Basically the only thing collegiate about this dream is the difficulty of the classes.

The only class I remember well is this higher level Spanish class. My friend talked me into taking it because it’d be easy credits. I took two years of Spanish back in high school, so I figure it can’t be that hard. The teacher hands us our first homework assignment: a 30-page excerpt from an English novel that we have to completely translate into Spanish by the next class. I quickly skim the contents of the assignment; a lot of the words are quite large, and some I don’t even know the definitions of in English. I was wrong. So horribly wrong.

I turn to my friend who convinced me to sign up for this class. “I thought you said this was supposed to be easy!”
“It is. I can finish this in like 5 minutes.”
“What are you, half Mexican?”
“Ah, quiet down, you bebé grande.”

I stare blankly at my paper, hoping for some divine revelation to show me how to tackle this great feat. Looking around the classroom, I notice that all the students are using some big book that looks like an old White Pages directory to do their assignment. There’s one of these under my desk, so I pull it out to examine it. An English to Spanish dictionary, huh? I guess this will be pretty easy. I look back at the clock to see how much time I have left. It’s 11:30. Okay, this class gets out at 11:45, right? Wait no, today’s Friday, so classes get out at...

The bell rings. ...11:30… I start panicking again, since this class seems way too hard to struggle through for a whole semester. Wait, it’s still the first week of classes, I can drop the class without any penalty. But then my credit hours would drop too low, and I’d lose my scholarship. So I have to find another class to replace this one. But how am I gonna find a replacement class and fill out the paperwork before 5pm when the offices close? Luckily, I don’t have to make that decision, as I wake up first.

Buying a fan
I'm at Home Depot shopping for a new ceiling fan. I decide on what I want and go to find a cart. As I'm getting the cart, I see a guy I know who's also getting a cart. We greet each other but end up going to different places in the store. Now I have the fan box in my cart. The supporting hardware I need for it is upstairs, so I head towards an escalator.
Now I'm upstairs with the escalator at my back and electrical in front of me. The ceiling is probably 50 feet up, and the electrical hardware is hanging around two large columns. There's some automated mechanism to try out the fans, so I use it. Now my new fan is mounted at ceiling height between the columns, so I have to look straight up to see it. I realize that, even though I thought it was a three-bladed fan, it's actually a four-bladed fan with one blade missing. Also, the other blades are attached to the motor by some kind of swivel mount, so as the thing is rotating, it's wobbling all over the place. I find a rotary switch nearby and play with the speed of the fan, trying to get it into a stable configuration. I know I'm just wasting my time since I'll be putting this fan back and getting one without a missing blade, but it's a fun challenge.
Now I'm looking at the switches for sale. I see three that would fit my needs: a paddle switch with no ornamentation, a paddle switch with a kind of "bunch of grapes" design molded onto the top and bottom, and something else. I kind of like the grapes one.

Fragment
I'm in a motel room with Keira getting both of us ready to go to the beach while we wait for the rest of the family to get back from their outing.

Morning of July 1, 2015. Wednesday.



Notes: Ever since I was young, I found out (at least for me) that a fulfilling session of intimacy always brought me into the state of blissful sleep paralysis. In fact, sometimes this changeover was so immediate and primarily passive, I sometimes did not move into my long-acknowledged self-as-dream-maker role. I would almost always start to hear loud hypnagogic audio before the beginning of sleep paralysis (though not directly related to the state in my experience - though everyone seems different).

Imagine my immense surprise as I got older, when people wrote of hypnagogia as being a problematic “condition” (often regarding some sort of “disorder”) and almost always wrote of sleep paralysis as mostly a negative experience of “shadow people” or a dark presence (a load of nonsense in my case - I discovered that the shadow was my conscious mind becoming less-defined as I was then more into the dream state - the opposite of what most people seem to believe). No one could be more baffled than I am over the things I have seen in typical dream literature (especially idiotic “interpreter” sites), none of which has resonated with me throughout my life.

I mention this in somewhat of a prologue here, as I entered the first dreamscape this time at a passive level. (My first dream of the night is almost always vivid and lucid as I remain in a “carryover” self-as-dream-maker state. I do not usually document such dreams online, especially as they are often very similar and mostly without any plot or theme.) After fulfilling intimacy, I almost immediately heard an imaginary sound pulse as I remained on my back for a time (though I do not typically sleep all night on my back). It was three loud knocks (seemingly on a fictional “dream floor” I was lying on - or rather, a typical state of perceptual bilocation in this state), moving from my right to my left; that is, first knock on my right, second knock right “above” me, and third knock on my left. It does not surprise me at all that there is an actual superstition related to this. Of course, I do not buy it any more than the “shadow people” story. Save that for the people who believe in “dream dictionaries” and the syndicated Wishing Well newspaper feature.

In my dream, I and my family are living in a large unfamiliar house (though it also seems like a composite in afterthought - one which includes the Loomis Street house and my old Cubitis home). I am involved in sorting things out; mostly a large number of paperback books. For some reason, I have glued at least three paperback books to the otherwise featureless wall covering their back cover with glue and pressing them up. They remain just above my head, though the third one (farthest right) is slightly lower. They are all the same title but different editions. I clearly see the differences on each cover. Two of the covers show the heads and upper shoulders of two ship captains (one with a thick beard, one without) on each in a diagonal layout, but one cover of those two has an embossed tessellated flame design over mostly blue while the other cover is flat (though with otherwise mostly the same imagery), which distinguishes it from the other edition. The other book (first one from my left) looks of an older style of painted cover art (perhaps late 1960s) in mostly darker greens, blues, and grays, and displays a warship and a submarine underneath. I no longer recall the title, though. I know it had “captain and the” in it, possibly “The Submarine Captain and the Warship Captain”.

For several minutes, I think about what I am doing, wondering if the books will just eventually fall off the wall, the glue not being strong enough to hold over time. This does not happen though and I go into a dream within a dream - though only for a short time before returning to my main dream setting. In this one, I am at a book store seeking a particular edition of this title, asking if they have the “thirteenth edition” (my wife was born on a Friday the thirteenth - though I do not link this association in-dream), but then I realize that the book store owner may not have a clue which edition is which, especially in a secondhand store. I will likely have to do everything on my own, as usual. This is a rather strange reflection, as I have the mind of a passionate book collector in-dream, something I have never been in reality and could not care less about having several copies of the same title in different paperback editions. Even so, I am puzzled over my actions in both layers of my dream, though mainly the “why” of gluing the books on the wall in the first place. I cannot quite work out why I am doing this - especially in my vague concern about the longevity of the setup.

I am thinking that we should turn our house into a bookstore, though mostly using the porch for patrons. I think that I will mention this to Zsuzsanna and we can start running our bookstore as soon as possible.

I notice a young girl lying on the couch (opposite the wall where the books are glued). My youngest son is also there but slightly older than in reality. I sit down near them and “remember” that the girl is my daughter, though for some reason I cannot remember her name at all. I am thinking it may be something like Rebecca. I am vividly aware of small grains of sand on the couch, which has been opened out into a single bed that reminds me clearly of my couch/bed in Cubitis for a time (of the kind of couch where the back just drops down in contrast to the one we now have in reality that opens out into a larger bed from a compartment underneath). Even the texture and color looks like the one I had as a teen (for about two years or so).

Feeling quite strange over not remembering my own daughter’s name I begin to develop an idea on how to get it without being seen as uncaring. I ask her “What is it you like to be called?”. She calmly answers with “Belly”. Oddly enough, this fictional nickname is somewhat an unlikely form of my real daughter’s name (Isabelle) and strikes me as such (“returning” my memory) that my dream is fractured and I very slowly wake. However, I would hope that this is not the name she will use any more than “Izzy” (which I also do not personally care for that much, no offense to the Izzys of the world).

I’m in a futuristic dystopia where the government is slowly implanting microchips into their citizens’ brains. These allow the wearers to enjoy faster reflexes, improved memory, and all of the Internet conveniently accessible in their head. Unfortunately, the government uses the technology to monitor people’s thoughts, and any anti-government thoughts are grounds for arrest.

I am part of a team that works for the government, monitoring the actions and thoughts of those who don’t have brain implants yet. There’s about 15 of us, ranging in age from really old to really young, but most of the group seems to be under 16. Of course, we’re not above the law, as our implants still monitor our thoughts. We’re currently in training, taking cognitive tests to test our brain’s abilities. Our test results come back, and I’m currently the top performer off the entire group.

The next part of training involves learning to report other people’s actions back to the main server. A robotic female voice (similar to GLaDos) explains to us the importance of left and right brain signalling, and how this is key to properly communicating with the server. To report something to the server, you have to transmit what you want to report using your left-brain, and then conclude the transmission with some special password using your right-brain. (In retrospect, the explanation doesn’t make sense, since you can’t relegate thoughts to one side of your brain at will, but I guess it’s okay for the brain to make up weird stuff about itself too…)

The scene changes to my actual job, setting up new computers in a middle school computer lab. Adam Levine (lead singer for Maroon 5) is the teacher, and is sitting in watching us work and answering any questions we have about how he wants the classroom set up. None of my coworkers have the brain chip, and at one point I need to report one of them for something they said. I try to focus my thoughts into sending a report, but then I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out and see a notification from Facebook that I just posted a status with my mind. I open up Facebook to find my full report plastered at the top of my news feed.

Ugh, this technology is friggin’ stupid. I can’t believe anyone would want to use this crap.
I suddenly realize what I’ve done. I expect the police to bust down the door and arrest me for this thought. Instead, I get another notification on my phone, telling me that I’ve posted another status. I open the notification and read what I just put.
“Brigg using relive 14 agggggggggg rap.”
Wait, how did it get that messed up? I realize that the last part of the thought was using the center of my brain, as opposed to a specific side. Could this be the key? Do I have a safe haven for my personal thoughts, away from government scrutiny? Judging by the fact that this new thought didn’t bring about any consequences, I assume the answer was yes. However, I’m still incredibly paranoid that my thoughts could get me arrested or even killed at any moment, so I decide not to risk it.

I am now interrupted by my supervisor complaining about having no network access in the classroom, so we can’t connect the computers to the Internet to configure them. Just then GLaDos’s voice sounds over the intercom. “The network problems are caused by cellular interference. All cellular devices will be confiscated.” The phone I’m holding in my hand suddenly starts floating up to the ceiling. I grab onto it and pull it down, but over time the force pulling it upwards gets stronger, and it gets harder and harder to keep down. I stick the phone under a heavy desk, hoping it would stay there, but then the desk started to lift as well. I try sending a message to GLaDos. What are you doing? I need my phone for reporting!

Instead of answering my question, GLaDos continues over the intercom, advertising the brain implants to the rest of the people in the room. “It’s the way of the future, instant access to all of the world’s resources. Get your implants today, for a better, perfect way of life.” She continues for a while, but then stops abruptly mid-sentence. Suddenly, her tone changes to a harsh, angry tone.

“Adam! That’s not a very nice thing to say.”
We all stop and turn to Adam Levine, who is still in the corner of the classroom. Weird, I didn’t hear him say anything.
“I distinctly heard you thinking. You strongly believe that all this talk of a perfect life is, and I quote, ‘just a red herring for a larger issue’?”
Adam’s expression changes from surprise to extreme fear.
“You are now under arrest by the Federal Court of America, under code 409.12.”
There’s suddenly a high-pitched beeping coming from Adam’s head, followed by a powerful electric shock that sends him to the floor into violent spasms. After a while he finally stops convulsing, but his eyes are rolled back in his head and he’s not breathing. He’s dead.

My coworkers are thrown into a panic and run for the door. Meanwhile, I stay motionless, trying to stay completely calm despite what just occurred in front of me. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it…

A few seconds later, a few men in uniforms bust through the door. I expect something horrible to happen to me. Instead, they load the body onto a stretcher and haul it off, not paying a bit of attention to me having a panic attack in the corner. I wake up as they leave the room.

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I’m on a road trip to Virginia to my friend’s house (even though he lives in Florida IRL). As I’m driving on the interstate, I suddenly see a car is heading straight towards me. I quickly swerve to avoid it, but then another one right behind it is also heading towards me. In fact, all the cars around me is heading the wrong direction, hurtling towards me at high speed. But I’m on the right side of the road, why is this oncoming traffic? I look in the rear view mirror and see some other cars behind me heading in my direction, including a few police cars. So it’s not just me then. I turn on the radio, and the traffic news station comes on. Apparently at that spot the roads were supposed to switch sides, but the sign on one side of the road had either fallen or been stolen, so no one on that side knew to switch over.

I luckily safely reached my destination, my friend’s house. He apparently lives in a small RV, which they are planning on driving back to Florida the next day. I’m kind of surprised and angry, since I had just driven 800 miles in one day to find out that I would have to drive 800 miles back right after arriving. But I’m too tired from my travels to put up too much of a protest, and I fall asleep on the couch.

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I’m at my grandma’s old house, and we’re setting up for a family reunion Thanksgiving dinner. There’s a ton of tables set up, some for the different family cliques and one for the children. I’m a little disappointed to find out I was supposed to sit at the kids’ table, since I’m 20 and I’m bigger than that. My mom asks me to get something from the bedroom, so I head in to go find it. That’s when I realize that I’m in my underwear. Luckily, I’m in my own bedroom, so I pull out another pair of pants to put on. I’m about to put them on, when I turn around to see some guy standing in the doorway. He starts talking to me, asking me questions about how college is going and what I’m studying (the usual questions distant relatives ask when you meet them). Of course, he doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that I’m currently in my underwear. I’ve never seen this guy before. Are we sure he’s not just some creep? My mom yells that dinner’s ready, so I throw on my pants to go eat.

Satu 27
IFrancine from American Dad was having troubles with something. I cant remember much cause i was a bit wasted so..

Sunday 28 Shootout

I saw a child stealing some police uniforms, my sistenr in law, girlfiend and myself were going out to a plaza, and then the shootout begins where my girlfriend and sister in law gets in the middle, a guy gets killed and everything gets calm, my girlfriend comes to me, my SL calms and callsme saying that she never will going out with us again. And then i was walking with my gf my brther buying some stuff and thats it.

MY favorite
Earthbending

I was in a hallway with boling zuko and katara, and i saw 3 guys with masks trying to attack us, and then we attack and with my awesome earth bending i throw a rock to them, and then do a pillar of earth between us and kicking it. And then we are in a room full with those guys. Saved zuko and bolin and defeated the masks guys ;D it was non lucid but i loved it

My recall recently has been terrible, so before bed I jotted down some notes about my waking day. It seemed to help

Hospital foodcourt party
I'm walking through a hospital. To my left is a wall made out of plate-glass windows; I see a bunch of guys dressed for an operation moving around. I see a bunch of women on exercise bikes reflected in the windows, and I think how odd it is to have a gym right across from the OR. Now I'm in an office talking to a guy. At the end of the conversation, he tells me to report to room B4-xxx to get started with my assignment. Now I'm walking through the hallways again, carrying a travel mug, and I'm wearing a dark blue nurse's outfit. I encounter my friend Peter who asks if I want to go with him to the food court. At first, I decline; then I realize it's 9:56 and the food court stops serving breakfast at 10:00, so I agree and hope we make it in time.

Now we're walking into the food court. I'm expecting to find a stack of trays by the door, followed by a stack of plates, followed by tray rails and food under glass roofs; instead, the entrance area has tiny square tables scattered around it, each with a plate or two of food and, occasionally, a stack of Styrofoam plates or bowls or a container of plastic utensils. Peter grabs a bowl from the table nearest the door and keeps walking through. I feel really self-conscious about the whole thing since it's so weird. I follow him, looking all over the place for the trays, but I never find any. On the far side of the entryway are the normal food warmers. I look around me for a stack of bowls to grab, but they're not as common over here as they were near the door. I think I see some, but as I get closer I realize they're already used and dirty. I finally find a clean stack and grab a bowl, then start looking for utensils. I find some on a nearby table, but the forks, knives, and spoons are all jumbled together, and a few of them look used as well. I pick through the collection to find a clean one of each. Now we're going through the line proper, and I'm surprised to see that we're passing desserts first - some kind of yellow cake catches my eye.

Now I'm sitting at a table across from Peter. On the table near him is a CD with a really striking label. I know it's a Stephenson audio book - I think it was Cryptonomicon - though in the dream neither of us can remember either the author's name or the name of the book. We talk about the contents of the book anyway. He says he understands now why, before he'd read it, I would only give vague hints about what went on, and he's glad I didn't give anything away.

Now I'm back at the dessert table. This time, it's a narrow 6 foot table with a selection of different chocolate desserts, most of which don't have much left on them. The people around me are dressed for a fairly nice party. A friend is with me, and (s)he suggests a particular dessert that's really tasty. It's chocolate, multilayered, and built on some kind of crust. I grab a spatula to get a slice, but I have terrible difficulty with it - I just can't seem to get my slice on the spatula, and instead end up sliding it all over the place, eventually somehow flipping it up-side-down on what's left. I'm feeling pretty embarrassed by this point and hope that no one is watching as I hold the plate so its edge touches my slice and just use the spatula to push/scoop it on.

Now I'm standing near a small temporary canopy. Under the canopy is a table with some fliers, but I don't look at them. I end up in conversation with some of the people near-by. The guy I'm talking to is talking about digital piracy at college and says that new students end up spending about the first 6 months out of every year pirating stuff before they finally start buying things. Later, he changes to talking about how they spend the first 9 months out of their college careers doing it. I'm surprised by the change, but he doesn't acknowledge it. I'm kind of uncomfortable and tell him that I may have done a bit, but not nearly that much. I realize that George Lucas is standing immediately to my left, listening to the conversation, and I hurriedly assure him that I never downloaded any of his stuff. We get in conversation, and I think that he looks different than I expected, taller and thinner (in hindsight, I think he looked like James Cameron actually looks).

As we're talking, he points out another guy in the crowd, identifying him as another really famous Hollywood guy. I look and realize that the guy he's pointing to is my neighbor. I had no idea he was famous! I just thought he was an average old retired guy. Now I'm moving between conversations. It seems that everyone I talk to wants to "introduce" me to my neighbor, and whenever I explain that I already know him, they're all jealous.

Now I'm standing by a table with a stack of something on it, talking to Mom, explaining that I'd not only found out that my unassuming neighbor is famous, but that I'd also found out that my daughter's horseback riding tutor is actually a famous violin player and that <someone else I know> is actually a famous <something>.

Now I'm boarding some kind of train car along with a bunch of the other guests. Now we're approaching our destination, but I'm no longer in a train car but rather something that looks like a sports car on wheels. Small elves (they look like Christmas Elves) are somehow perched on the hood and trunk, and someone explains that they're there for security to make sure the guests stay safe.

Now I'm in a fairly small one-room building - call it 20x20 - that's got a few windows and a few shelves of books. Looking out the windows, I see that the building is set in the middle of a city road.


Videos at school
I'm in line in a bureaucratic office, waiting to talk to a woman sitting behind a counter. There are three women, each with her own line. I'm in the leftmost line with a couple of people in front of me. The middle line is about the same length, and the right-hand line is a bit shorter. Now I notice the right-hand lady doesn't have a line any more, and she's glaring at me. When she sees that I've noticed her, she beckons me over. Now I'm talking to her, and she's explaining that someone took my token and gave it to her, which means that she can't see anyone else until she's finished with me.

Now I'm outside in the parking lot, headed back towards the building. I see some friends from church and fall in step with them as they also head in. I see that their eldest daughter is carrying a large hardback book, and I try to get a look at the cover, but I can't make it out.

Now I'm wandering the halls looking for a bathroom. I make a right-hand turn at the end of a hallway and find a really short hallway with 5 closed doors coming off of it. Between two doors is a pastel blue sticky note reading "Women's Restroom." I realize that each of the five doors must have a single bathroom behind it, and that this whole little area is considered the women's restroom, so I quickly leave. Now I've found the end of another hallway with "Men's Room" on a sticky note. Even before I take the turn, I suspect that it won't be nearly as nice as what the women have, and I'm proven right when I find a dirty room with a sink and a toilet installed in a shower stall. As I'm standing there, another man comes in and waits for me to finish.

Now I'm wandering the halls again looking for my classroom. It's 9:32, so I'm late, and I hope the teacher doesn't notice or mind my tardiness. I finally find my room and go in. The room is set up with a bunch of tables in a U shape. The teacher is sitting with my son near the end of one of the arms, working on his violin playing, so I walk around the edge of the room and find an empty seat at a corner near the middle. Some of my nieces are there, and their pastel green fuzzy blankets and an assortment of toys are scattered on the floor nearby. I pull out a book to read while I wait.

Now I'm watching a video of a daredevil messing around on a roller coaster. Right near the start, he unbuckles himself, then as the individual cars of the roller coaster do a 360 rotation forwards (perpendicular to the direction of travel) he runs backwards so he stays in place, then jumps back into his seat. The voice-over to the video (female) complains about the damage he did to sensitive components on the bottom of the car when he stepped on them. I wonder why they don't just stop the ride and take him off, but the voice says something about how this is the first run, it took them a long time to get to this point, and it would cost them a lot of money to stop now.

Now I see him readying something with a bar and rope. He unbuckles himself again and gets ready for something. Suddenly the roller coaster car jumps up and back down in a split second, and the guy seems to be gone. The camera zooms out and shows the guy somehow harnessed under the car. Now he's in what looks like a small racing car, though I "know" it's still the roller coaster car he's been in the whole time. Everyone is racing around a small track. This guy has somehow hacked his car to change its behavior, so he's able to go faster and drive more dangerously than is normally allowed. It looks like it doesn't take hacks to make it dangerous, though, since the guy right in front of him smashes into a wall and breaks his glasses. The previous voice-over is gone, but the guy is now talking directly to me.

Now the guy is driving through an indoor checkpoint, and I expect that they'll shut him down. I can see a window in the right-hand wall that must have operators behind it. Sure enough, some small things pop out of the ground (I have no idea how they're supposed to stop him), but he exercises his control over the system to make them disappear. He does a couple of other things to show how completely he's infiltrated their systems.

Now we're walking together through the halls of the school, and he's boasting about how great he is. Now we're outside at the top of a second story stairwell. I walk down it, but he just jumps and lands safely. When I look at him again, he's changed his appearance so he looks like Abraham Lincoln, but with a mechanical right arm.

Now I'm watching another video. This one is talking about the difficulties of implementing democracy in old communist countries. The US is about to help this country run their very first elections, and the people have no idea what to do. Putin has come in to "rescue" the people, and it looks like he's going to get all the votes and will just roll them right back into Russia again. The US is incensed, but the people in this country are happy since they don't know anything else and are afraid of change. The report continues, talking about many liberties that have already been removed, including most of the file sharing networks. The reporter, a woman, has some kind of multicolored dancing "string" in her hand, and she shows it off, saying she found it on one of this country's old file sharing networks, that it's incredible and she'd have never found it or its author without the exposure the networks gave it and him, and how much harder it will be for this country's people to get exposure now.


Free boxes
I'm in our van, driving through some gates into a HUGE parking lot in front of a REALLY HUGE building. The lot is completely empty. Now I'm closer to the building, and a guy is walking towards us with a stack of flatpack boxes under each arm. I open the tailgate and show him where to put the boxes, sliding them behind one of the seats. He asks if this is enough, and I tell him it is, since we've got a bunch of boxes at home that we're in the process of emptying.


At some point in one of my dreams, I had a brief moment of knowing that I was dreaming, but it didn't impact anything.

I need to leave for work in like soon, so I'll only post one of the dreams I had tonight. It was the last one of the night. I had a blast, even though I wasn't really in it.

06/29/2015 - APOCALYPSE ROBOT

Taylor Swift is a pizza delivery person. She delivers to a house, which makes her wait in the rain. A robot servant (kind like in the new tv show "Humans") answers (after the 30 mins) and Taylor refuses to delive without payment because THEY made her wait. She throws the Pizza in the back of her car.

Jason Momoa is at home, someone knocks on the door but covers the peephole. He opens the door and immediately gets into a fight with the guy, Xavier, who’s older. He recognizes Xavier. It was one of his parents friends when he was a boy. Jason and Xavier talk, there’s something going on in the world. Something bad. Momoa thinks it’s an alien invasion. Xavier tells him he’s wrong. It’s not aliens. It’s robots. We’ve created our own downfall.

Taylor walks around in her town, it’s slowly being evacuated. She sees familiars in the car leaving town, but she’s completely alone. She crosses main street and heads into an alley and continues walking towards the woods just outside the town. There's a puddle a few yards ahead, with something in it.*

That’s where I woke up. Funny thing was, as I kept ‘seeing this dream’. I wasn’t really in it, I kept telling myself, must include more robots and more critiques as to how dependent of machines society has gotten! I was seeing it sort of like it was a movie, you know with Momoa (who was ALSO in another dream of mine tonight) and Taylor having their own plots. I also get the impression that they were supposed to have a romantic sidestory and I kind of ship them right now. I even gave them a name: Jaytay. I have a boring life. Don't judge me, Dreamers.

Morning of June 30, 2015. Tuesday.



I am vaguely aware of the newest “Godzilla” movie playing at an outdoor sports event (and seemingly going on for at least two or three days without showing any part of Godzilla), but this is not my main dream focus, which may be shifted to a different one.

I am hovering or at least viewing a scene possibly over the surface of the ocean. I am not sure of the size orientation, as I seemingly view a glimpse of a partially submerged Godzilla. After a very short time, I realize that it is not Godzilla’s back, but the back of a (normal-sized) hedgehog swimming through the murky water - with the size reference being much smaller. This error seems to have been caused by light from my right side briefly interfering with my vision. In afterthought, it dawns on me that Godzilla’s back does not at all undulate as it should above the water’s surface, which seems to be the case in the real movies as well. This causes me to briefly reflect that it may not be a hedgehog either, but someone dragging seaweed (or possibly a dead turtle covered with seaweed) through the water with a small motorboat for whatever reason.

It was cold, autumn morning. I was in undiscovered ruins of ancient, Aztec like civilisation. There were other random people with me. Mistakenly, we touched an artifact that started a weird tournament. Elder god appeared, and told us that team that wins gets supernatural, godly powers.

I teamed up with two other people, and we were running around the ruins. The only thing that was still standing in place, unchanged thorough the ages were pedestals made of white, weird stones. I realised that placing random rocks at all the pedestals would grant us victory.

In the end, there was only one pedestal. It was a draw between us and another team. The temple with pedestal was on another side of the river. I thought myslef "Damn, I can't swim." But then I found another way to the temple, we ran to pedestal quickly. As the other team was about to place last rock, I took a small stone and thrown it on pedestal. It landed perfectly on the middle of it. All pedestals moved down then, and threwn the rocks down. I said "We won!"

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

Dream - Shark themed dream
It was a nice summer day, there were people on the beach nearby, I was talking on the phone to my close friend Matt about sharks which is probably how the theme of sharks got kicked into gear... As we were talking a canoe-like ship washes up onto shore suddenly, the head of it was in the shape of a shark. I said to my friend "why don't you come to the beach, a shark just washed up and it'd be a good example", implying that it was alive even though it clearly wasn't. The canoe-like ship became more boat-like without me noticing, and I heard a dream character shout something like "I wonder how long it'd last", to which another dream character replied "about a day?" as they debated where it could last long at sea. They come to a consensus to push it back off the cliff and into the ocean (sneakily it seems that the beach was now a cliff, which the ship was half-way off of).

Blurring through this bit, the ship is pushed off and I jump off with it, the cliff was probably 50 metres too. While plummeting care-free I glanced at the ocean, to the left was a beautiful white sand beach and in the water nearby was an Orca ('Killer Whale') and another smaller shark (probably only half a metre). When I landed in the water I quickly scrambled myself onto the beach, fearing the snapping attacks of the little shark and not caring too much about the Orca (I guess I see them as pretty peaceful). Things definitely blur past around here, it was like I was on a field trip suddenly where my marine science teacher at uni had filmed a video of the field trip (this gets done sometimes as it's cheaper than actually taking the class out for a field trip).

On this field trip it was like we were being shown about the population densities of humans spread out over the world, and in this one country there had been a neglection towards populating it because of native tribes and also because of how the island was structured (I swear it made sense in my dream ). We arrived at some old ruins on this island, it was like we were actually in the video yet the perspective changed occasionally to being an observer. Near the old ruins our teacher peered around and spotted an old submarine shaft or something, she climbs down it as the island begins to flood due to high tide. Next we started our underwater adventure, I think I was geared up and put into a cage-like thing with an opening at the front, this was all underwater and I've no idea how I was breathing either... A 'fake-shark' swims past, it was someone dressed up in a yellow-fabric shark suit who was simulating the experience of being attacked by a shark.. The fake shark smashed against my cage and then thrust its head in and gnawed on my arm. The man inside revealed himself and it was my geology teacher! Steve! Pretty surprised

Not much else happened after this I think.. but it was a pretty long dream.

Dream - Aaron?
I think I had a dream about seeing my old mate Aaron but I forgot it...

First time trying to remember my dreams in a while, going to try and get back on track with lucid dreaming since I have time now.

Back to Work
I'm working which is at the home town basketball center. I think it's hafele. I'm where the back of the old courts are, and there was an opening in the back left corner. Its coming to the end I think, cause there isn't much to do. I see a couple trolleys and collect them. The trolleys are miniature. A worker that's doing the same job jokes around and says "get ur own job". I leave the trolleys in his path to collect, but he says "well don't just leave them there, put em away". I put them into there bays. I try and put them in perfectly, but they move around. I check the other bay and notice that they are not neat either, so I just leave mine as is. I wanted it to be perfect for the worker as I wanted to do things right because I was new and nervous. I tell some of the workers about how I used to be on disability pension, and how it got cut due to getting 10 points instead of 20.
I cranked some tunes off of my phone and left it on a ledge so people could hear it.

Work must be over cause I'm in a car with people. In sitting in the back with a female, it's dark, so it's hard to tell who I'm with. I think it was Ashleigh Hunt. I soon realize that I have left my phone at work and tell them they have to turn back. I can tell some people are pissed off by the sighs. To my surprise, Ashleigh hands me my phone. It was near me the whole time. I think back and remember placing it next to me.

I'm back at work, but it's changed to Bunnings Warehouse. I'm near the entrance to depot, looking at cloths. There's a lot of clothes. I think they're all donated clothing, because there isn't 2 of the same thing, and a lot of different sizes. I see a man near me browsing for clothes also. I mention about finding it hard to find the right size. He disagrees with me.
I see something on the wall. Another worker shows me what it does. It has chicken inside it. He opens it and we start eating it. He told me Daryl paid for his. I'm holding a box with chicken in it. I grab some lemon and squeeze it on, over doing it in the process. I have a bite and its nice.
I'm standing around and I see a guy that has a English accent. He calls a guy Joe Weller that passes him. It rings a bell that name. As Joe comes over, I recognize him. I say "I know you...."

Dream Fragments
I'm on the streets in a Arabian place. There's dirt roads, and Arabian people. I see a car that arrives with a man wanting to sell his fireworks. I imagine shooting a Firework into his car as he drives off, resulting in his death.

I see a man with an erection. He's showing off his fat dick. The scene changes to him having some kind of strap around his dick. It looks like a bit of leather at the base of it, almost like a little collar.

Side Notes: Day 1 of fast, felt OK. Bed early tomorrow. I RC upon awakening without reminding myself.

After a night of NO RECALL, I had a night where I only remembered bits and pieces of my dreams. I think I just completely fucked up my sleeping cycle a little bit. I'll try to sleep better tonight.

06/28/2015 - METHOD ACTOR

I was hired to do a movie, but I got into character method style, and I was behaving like my character on set. The problem is that my character was a complete asshat, and I proceeded to be an asshat to all my castmates.

06/28/2015 - THE STABBER

My crew and I rob a party (I’m starting to think robbery is sort of a dream sign for me), the police arrive. We argue with the police officers (I dunno, maybe my mind is anti-violence, right now?), then we manage to escape somehow. Now, as we’re trying to disappear, this kid stabs a soccer player’s friend and we’re not implicated in the murder. So we have to help each other disappear.

06/28/2015 - BAD TERMINATOR

I’m chatting with Emilia Clarke, I think she’s sitting right at her trailer’s door. We don’t know each other very well in the dream, but I feel comfortable enough to be honest with her. Then, I proceed to tell her how choosing “Terminator” as her next film was an awful choice and how she’s 100 times better than that part. She smiles at me, she doesn’t seem offended at all by my bluntness.

I woke up into a lucid dream from sleep paralysis, and as I was laying there I saw a blue sky overhead. It morphed into different types of sky, like cloudy, rainy, night, day, etc. I tried getting up, but found myself anchored to my body, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull myself out of it. It felt like a rubber band, I'd pull forward and get snapped back. I finally closed my eyes and imagined myself bursting forth upwards, and even though I didn't exactly "burst forth", I still stood up. I looked down at my hands, and a few of my fingers were missing. I investigated my surroundings, because it looked like I was in a different house than usual. There were all kinds of strange things. Rooms that were creepy and worn down, staircases with picture frames on them that whizzed by at high speeds, and other stuff. There were so many doors to open! I kept exploring because I thought maybe the house represented something. As I moved along, I made it a little secondary priority to find Seru, because I've been wanting to make him my dream guide, figuring he could help me achieve my solar kamehameha quicker. I looked behind many doors and called out to him, but nothing. I opened one door and went into the room, and it was a pretty scary place. It looked like something out of Silent Hill. It was completely empty with stains all over the wall, and there was a single tiny window with metal bars over it. As soon as I realized I was a bit scared, I knew that meant something freaky would show up. First I attempted to leave through the window, but I couldn't phase through, nor could I punch out the wall. I heard something coming, so I flew up into the corner of the ceiling and stood still. A weird humanoid thing that shambled along came in, and it had a huge lumpy black thing in place of its head. It was a bit... terrifying. As I floated there by the ceiling where it couldn't get me, I thought "You know, this is a long ass lucid dream, and I'm not going to waste it hiding from scary shit. I'm looking for Seru and I'm exploring this house that may or may not represent my subconscious, so FUCK THIS GUY." and I immediately landed on the floor, marched up to the creepy thing, and said "FUCK YOU BITCH. Now you will tell me where Seru is or so help me I will kick your ass so hard!" ...it stopped shambling and turned toward a direction, so I left it and went off that way. Soon I came across an old guy lazing around on an armchair, so I asked him the same thing. He was absolutely no help whatsoever. Figured. I continued on, trying to control things, trying to summon things, but nothing worked. Nothing's worked at ALL lately. So I just gave up. I slid to the floor and just cried and cried, thinking what the fuck is the point of lucid dreams if I'm always trapped in some house every single time? I felt so friggin hopeless. While I was down there crying, suddenly someone came up from behind and wrapped their arms around me, and I was all "Great, now more scary shit's come to mess with me." But nope, I turned around and it was Seru, yay! Immediate tears-b-gone! He flew me through the house at super speeds and I tried to take in all the things around me, and then we both flew straight through the house and out into the open blue sky. I felt so happy to finally break free of the lucid dream houses. I know the whole being locked in the house thing symbolizes something, maybe one day I'll figure out what it is. But anyway, I totally got laid. Like, up in the sky. HELL TO THE YES. We... um, kinda went at it for a while, and I was thinking I'd wake up before I got awesome dream-orgasms. But I didn't! Then I asked him if he'd be my dream guide, and he gave me this little knowing smile, so... maybe? He seems to be able to break me free from the houses, so that would be nice. Plus possible solar kamehameha tutoring? I guess I'll find out in my next lucid.

I dreamt I just moved to a new place, but I couldn't get into the house, so I had to sleep in the pod. I climbed up on top of all of the boxes and laid down at the top, so close that my nose touched the ceiling if I shifted. I remember seeing a creepy spider web only inches away from me with multiple spiders on it, and it kinda freaked me out but if I didn't bother it then they wouldn't mess with me. In the morning, my cousin Janessa opened up the pod and saw me up at the top, and told me to get the hell out and called me stupid for sleeping there instead of elsewhere. I was annoyed she was bugging me, but tried to inch my way out, but I couldn't see my path and wound up getting my head stuck, so she had to push me out the way I came in.

I had a bunch of 'dream bits' as I started waking up in the morning. There was a group of people I was a part of, and we stole a bunch of gold, enough to fill up the entire trunk of a car. We were all excited and everyone left, leaving a girl and guy to watch over it. They kissed and took all the gold and fled. Then later I was at some restaurant to meet someone, it was some kind of shady deal. When I got there, the waiter at the front was embarrassed and said some other man who was at the table I'd reserved hadn't left yet. I realized it was probably who I was meeting, so I said it was okay and went over to sit down in the booth across from him. He was kind of shady looking with a business suit, and we waited for the other guy. The other guy came, and he was super handsome with blonde hair and a chiseled face, and was also wearing a suit. I don't know what we discussed. At some point, someone died. I think it was one of the people from the trunk gold.