non-lucid

Morning of June 25, 2015. Thursday.



I am once again at the King Street boarding house in La Crosse, Wisconsin where I have not lived since the late 1980s, though this is also an atypical in-dream location in the backyard near the southwest corner. I find a yellow plastic bucket (probably about a three-gallon size) full of paper scraps, about three-quarters full. All of the paper scraps have either one of two shapes. Either they are square and have some writing on them in typed print or they are shaped like corner-to-corner adjacent longer rectangles and without writing (similar to one of the Tetris shapes, and indeed, this dream may actually be based on my interest in the so-called Tetris effect, though not relevant to the Tetris game itself as I do not play it). I find the rectangular pieces (about four inches in length) quite intriguing in shape for some reason and first consider that they might be worth more than the other scraps even though the square pieces have a written claim that they can be reimbursed for a certain amount of cash, possibly around five or more dollars though I am not certain of the amount.

Still, I begin to sort them out, and eventually realize that the curious connected rectangle shapes (many of which are slightly curled) may not be worth anything after all as they do not have writing on them. This makes me a bit annoyed as there seem to be slightly more linked rectangular scraps than the square ones, which I realize are probably some sort of mail-order coupon and perhaps worth three dollars each at this point. Thus I become more interested in holding onto the “coupons” to mail them in for cash. I am not even sure who the bucket belongs to, or of any in-dream back story to the scene.

Eventually, my pinhead friend from years ago (who also lived at King Street), Leonard S, comes out and informs me that none of the paper scraps are worth anything and that the square “coupons” are related to some sort of mail-order scam. Somehow, in the back of my mind, I already knew this and ponder why I even bothered sorting them in the first place.

This dream seems to be an odd composite of two fairly clear associations from over twenty years apart. The paper scraps remind me of a science activity I taught recently (grades six to eight and of a McGraw-Hill manual) whereby you “classify” different shapes of small paper cutouts into different groups to learn about how scientific classification works - even though the activity did not include the rather peculiar joined rectangles shape (which I still find a bit intriguing to appear as such so consistently in a dream, especially a fair number of the exact same size). The other aspect reminds me of years ago when Leonard kept sending money to the same company each time he supposedly won a “prize” which always turned out to be a tiny black stone glued to a piece of cardboard, which he apparently enjoyed getting (although his mood was quite erratic at times - he looked like a more developed version of the more well-known Schlitzie, and was also more intelligent and mentally competent in most ways though his mother did not want him and he grew up in St. Michael’s Orphanage in La Crosse).

Entry 3

How long did the dream feel like: Two Days

So I am in this weird underground room, with a bunch of pipes lining the walls. It felt like I was in the underground subways-hot, cramped, stuffy. The room was quite big, like a warehouse. There is about a hundred people, all my age, or around there, working around the room. There was a metal door, that looked quite sealed-something was keeping us isolated from the outside. This is what the door looked like:

There was a pulsing blue light at the top of the door, and a red fire alarm to the right. The people were hustling around. They were working in a giant underground wheat and fruit field, in which I had not noticed until now. My lucidity kicked in, as I found it strange for a wheat field to be underground, in a large but stuffy room. I saw large shelves lined down the giant hall, filled with wooden crates and barrels. I turn back to look at the door and walk closer up to it. It was very small, compared to the enormous underground base. The blue light beeped whenever it blinked. It was like a ticking bomb, ready to explode. Then, all the sudden, the blue light turns red, a laser shooting right through me (which didn't hurt, it just went right through my body), and it pointed to a small hidden button on the concrete wall. I pushed it-oops.
All the sudden the fire alarm turns on, flashing red. A wailing siren echoes through the warehouse. People start running towards me, thanking me and cheering. I was so confused, to why they were cheering for me...I remember one person in particual shouting, You saved us, now w e're free! Open the door!
So, I opened the door. Quickly, the crowd went silent. An eerie feeling clouded over us. Smoke rolled in through the door--I couldn't see out of it. I hear a booming voice from one of the speakers say, "Complete the test."
"What test?" I ask out loud. I start to feel heat trickle towards me through the murky smoke of the small hallway. This was a trap-If I go through this door I will end up right in a fire, I thought to myself. But I had to do it, for some reason.
"RUN!!" A girl screams behind me, ringing through me ears. I felt a malicious presence behind us, so I listened to the girl. I had a feeling the whole group was being chased. I sprinted through the smoke, coughing and hacking, trying to look for an exit. The hallway keeps going on and on. But as soon as I thought that, we end up in another room, this time, it was a barn house. We were in the attic, the worst spot for escaping the fire. For some reason, the attic was decorated as a classroom, with desks lined in rows, pointed towards the teacher's desk. There was someone sitting at the desk, mumbling to herself. She gave off a bad vibe.
A student sitting at one of the desk's raises their hand. (By the way, there were no windows in the barn house, it was quite dark, but there was a redish glow throughout the room)
"Um, excuse me miss?" The student says.
"Don't talk! You don't have the freedom to talk!" The teacher yells at him and pushes a little button on a remote that was at her desk. I turn back to the student and he gets shocked multiple times, and soon passes out. I didn't dare cross the classroom to the other side, but the stairs were on the opposite wall, and the smoke was filling the room up more and more. I was the leader of the group, I had to do what was right. I ran as fast as I could to the stairs. I heard some of the kids getting killed back there, because of...well...anything, really-smoke, hostile people, fire...etc..
We all run down the stairs to the bottom of the barn. I could see the door, it was already opened. My eyes were trying to adjust to the dim light of dawn. I looked around the barn--there was a figure that popped out of the corner, almost scaring me right out of the dream. It looked exactly like the merman from The Cabin In The Woods. Here's a picture reference:

Creepy right? Well, anyways, it started crawling towards the group, and surprisingly, was very fast. I started scrambling towards the door in the dark, tripping on some hay, but quickly getting up again. The group was getting smaller, now only about ten people left. Now I was out through the door. I looked up at the sky--an orangy, purple, yellow sky. There was a storm kicking up, and it was so windy, I could barely hear the voices of the people shrieking in terror. I quickly glanced back to see, not a merman, but a crazy, insane serial killer. He held a chainsaw with one hand, his head tilted down, but his eyes peering at us. He was mumbling to himself as he crept closer and closer to us. By the way, the barn was way behind us, and we were now in the middle of a field (again). I looked forwards and kept on running. An old, creaky swing set appeared in the distance. I run towards it, hoping I could somehow hide there. Finally, we get to the swingset, but the serial killer catches up. I quickly turn my head and close my eyes away from him. He had sawed one of my friend's head. I just could sense it. I heard sniffling in the group, but most of it was fizzled out by the wind and rain of the raging storm.
Suddenly I get a weird flashback in the dream, of that blue ticking light on the metal door--I looked closely at the detail of the door, and realize there was a bomb attached to it. It blows up the entire facility--the base, the barn house. I look back to see the tiny house up in flames, collapsing, and hundreds of wooden planks flying off of the house, into the sky. And the funniest thing happened--right before the serial killer almost got to the rest of the group, a piece of a metal pipe crashed right down on his head, hopefully killing him. I sigh of relief, and look around. The storm had stopped. There were only three people left of the group. The swingset slowly creaked and swayed in the chilly wind. The sky had cleared, showing the sun rising on one of the sides of the meadow. It felt peaceful. Until I turned around to see the swingset and I see the serial had disappeared. I turn back, again to the the sun rise to see him standing right in front of me, grinning, holding the chainsaw that reflected in his wide black eyes.


I wake up.
Soo this was a very random dream that I had, but whatever it was pretty cool.

Was in school on some sort of school trip thing, i had a cigar that i emptied out and chewed on the insides which tasted like menthol, we were traveling back and forth from this mountainous area to the school grounds

In some foreign country as a child with my family the country is like some crazy nazi dictatorship island and they betray people and lock them up, my uncle finds a way to free me and i get lucky and end up on a train thats leaving the island with some friends i know, but first we have to go through some court trials in abandoned hotel looking buildings to truly leave the island and be free

My high school is going on a field trip to some resort in Acapulco. When we get there, it looks like a traditional spanish villa, and we all go to our assigned rooms. Once there, I unpack and fall asleep. I wake up the next morning, and i hear an announcement over the intercom for all students to report to the main lounge in the lobby. I head down there in the elevator with a good friend of mine, luke, walk in, and grab a seat. The lounge is a cross between a comedy club and a bar, with multiple tables set up in front of the stage. The stage is at ground level, and the table that luke and I choose is extremely close to the stage's right side. We then hear an announcement that the "90's revival" will commence shortly. I turn around in my chair to face the stage, and the announcer introduces AC/DC to the stage. I then watch them play, but they're playing some weird country music. After what seems like an hour, my friend and I decide to sneak out. When we go outside, the building is a sprawling estate and much more modern-looking. We go find a pool, and there are 2, hot, and topless, chicks there. we jump into the pool, take a pick, then proceed to have sex with them. We then get out only to find a classmate staring us in the eye. He agrees to stay quiet if we pay him 100$, so we agree. We sneak back into the lounge, and sit through the last few minutes. As we leave the resort, I watch the kid who saw us earlier go to a teacher, and i realize he's betrayed us. I chase the teacher down through a slightly different version of downtown encinitas, before I finally catch up to him and wake up.

dreaming about the internet. if people put their true feelings about the confederate flag, then they become exposed to people that could hurt them. I don't want my friend Anit to get hurt but i think that we should destroy the flag forever. I see another friend deliver a strong opinion against the flag and I'm surprised and a little relieved.

I woke up today at around 1AM, and I knew that I had been dreaming, but I couldn't remember what it was about. Bummer. Then I went back to bed and-

06/24/2015 - THE LONDON BUS NOOKIE

So I think I’m in London (Although it looks a lot like Downtown Rio), I don’t remember the beginning of the dream. We’re already halway here. I’m crossing a street and thinking that I need to buy LOUREIRO a gift. Maybe a Liverpool kit? Weird thing is, we’re not even that friendly in real life and we often argue.

So I cross a street and then I arrive at this Grand Central Station kind of thing. But I wait outside at the bus stop. Then I meet a girl. She’s very pretty. *THINGS GET WEIRD AND KINKY HERE* Inside the bus she starts having sex with a random Dude in a suit. Dude in a suit is a douchebag and while he’s having sex with her he’s bragging and going “Oooh, look at me I’m fucking her and yo aren’t to a Younger Guy, who’s carrying a surfboard.” The Younger Guy goes: “Whatever, My friend and I did her yesterday!”

So right around here, Dude in a Suit gets self-conscious and he asks the girl who’s a better laid. Him or the Younger Guy. The Girl doesn’t answer, but her face says it all. It’s the Younger Guy. So Dude in a Suit dumps her mid coitus.The girl looks distraught.

So the girl get off the bus, and so do I. We're near the beach. I’m with a friend a apparently, who tells me he’s going to do run some errands and meet me later. I approach the girl and I ask her how she is. However, I can tell that I’m not at all interested in her feelings. I’m just horny. (WTF, SC MIND?!)

THE TV STATION HEIST

I’m outside this TV station or whatever with my Mother and some other people. We’re discussing how to break into it. I’m immediately like “What the fuck are you talking about? We’re all going to jail!” I beg my mother not to do this, but she’s like, “No. This is something we HAVE to do.” I can’t understand why free cable is so important to her, she doesn’t even watch TV all that much.

This lady, Asian, Pretty, starts giving everyone assignments. I don’t remember mine exactly, I just remember I had to follow one of the lady’s friends and help him. The dude looked a lot like CHRISTIAN KANE. So we break into the TV station, which was no TV Station apparently. It was a secret lab. We’re there to mess with their computers and still some info.

The alarms start blarring and people are running like crazy. Shots are fired. Christian Kane looking guy gets shot in the side, but he doesn’t even flinch. He walks into the computer room and a few seconds later he comes out of it with a hard drive. Now we have to get out of there. Christian Kane Looking Guy’s eyes are now this sort of eerie steel ish blue color. I’m freaking out.

We get out of the TV Station/Lab just fine and I meet Asian Lady, her daughter and my mom. I demand answers and Asian lady is super forthcoming, and she tells me that she, her daughter and Christian Kane-looking dude are in fact aliens. And there are others like them living in our planet. The people in the lab had a list the IDs of some of the aliens we were there to retrieve that.

We go to Asian Alien Lady’s apartment, WHICH IS ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE LAB, and we’re celebrating the success. I sort of flirt with Asian Alien Lady and she’s into me. Later, when it’s time to say good bye, we kiss and I end up staying over.

The next day we go to a fair, which apparently is what you do after you participate in a heist and find out that we’re not alone in the universe, at the fair I manage to actually make a connection with the Asian Alien Lady’s daughter, who helps me win a teddy bear for her mother with her mad alien reflexes.

We meet a woman working at the fair. I know her. She’s my cousin’s ex-girlfriend, I haven’t seen her in almost 20 years. She was a model back in the 90’s famous ish. Now she’s a train wreck. She doesn’t recognize me, but she knows the Asian Alien Lady.

The daughter tells me she wants a Pepsi and I could also go for a pepsi, but when we go buy it, they only have ONE pepsi can. I can tell The Daughter is going to hulk out, and I tell her she can have it. I’ll just drink a coke.

Now, this is where my dream gets super strange (yeah), I gather all the youngsters at the fair and I go on this impromptu TED TALK-like speech on transgender people’s right. I mean, GO SC MIND FOR YOUR OPENNESS, but that was so out of nowhere.

I had another dream, that I didn’t write down when I woke up and I can’t remember for the life of me.

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

Dream
I was a ghost buster pretty much, or paranormal investigator. The places I seemed to go were dark and misty, spooky looking really... There were dead tress and stuff, and it was usually night. It must have been a pretty long dream but I can't recall everything I did, I do remember helping ghosts and stuff, all the ghosts seemed pretty nice except for the last one I helped.

This ghost wanted to regain a part of itself, and that part was hidden in darkness so I couldn't see what it was. I tried my best to help it, and I manage to disperse some of the darkness (the darkness flowed like mist). I managed to see what the ghost was after, it was a short dark-haired girl that the ghost wanted to possess (the girl looked like the person I've been wanting to talk to in my lucids). I woke up after that... At least I thought I did. I'm unable to move and I realize I'm in sleep paralysis, but the ghost had possessed the girl and came to lie beside, only then did I realize it was evil. I tried to roll off the bed and I felt like it worked, but I realized I had only experienced the *feeling* of rolling off the bed, and in actuality I was still lying on my bed unable to move.

After this I ended up waking up for real and it was daylight now... Also my windows were frozen, must have been very cold last night.

I also can't believe how realistic that FA was, EVERYTHING was as it should have been. The pillow, blankets, the position I sleep in, the bin beside my bed, the desk on the other side of the room... Crazy

I had P.F Chang's chicken fried rice for dinner last night and had an especially vivid dream early this morning. I think the meal might have had something to do with it!

Anyway--my dreams. The first I didn't record immediately so a majority of the details are lost to me.

I go to college! But a few close friends are there (no one I know from high school is attending my college) and I’m just beside myself; I’m so glad I’m not alone. I asked them if they had roommates yet. One did, but the other did not. When I go home I tell my mom everything. I’m 200% sure more happened in this dream because I remember dorms and expanses of grass and sunlight but I have no idea how it fits together. I’m very sad about that. Ye that’s it for the first one!

the second one was lovely and felt like it took place over the period of a couple/few days.

They opened a new school right next to my old high school. Because the school is so close students go to both as necessary. It is larger inside than outside. On my first and second days my mom accidentally goes to drop us off in the wrong place so my brother and I have to correct her and go to the right place. It’s dark both mornings. I think one of the mornings we had a fight.
The school is lovely. I lose my schedule the second day but before school there is a lounge of sorts to stay. On the first day I go through my schedule (I think) but on the second day after being in the lounge I have no schedule and forget where my classes are. I share a cookie with some friends in the lounge before going to find my first hour. I think I find it. Second hour not so much. I peek into a few rooms, one is a potions class. Then I decide to just explore.
The school is a square/rectangle with hallways that are built so you can always look over the railing to see the main floor. Soft sunlight comes in windows of open classrooms and windows at the top of the building I never looked up to see. Rooms are built off this hallway. I look in a lot of them but I only remember the art room right now—a smaller room with dark wood floors with a large piece of paper taking up the entire thing nearly. The walls are lined with paint. I end up looking into a large room with a boy in it, and he is suddenly very close. Other students are coming behind me and he tells me softly to just stay still, they won’t see me. He has brown hair with light curls and a thin face. He looks tired. In the dream I think he might be a ghost. The perspective switches to third person at this point and I turn away from the door, shutting it behind me. The boys behind me are surprised but I pay them no mind.
I see that I’m not in my own body. I’m a curvier girl with black curly hair. But I turn to a mirror beside the room and my hair turns red and straight; going back to first person as well. I’m shocked. The mirror does not reflect me correctly, fragmenting me and appearing cloudy grey behind me rather than reflecting the actual background.
There is a time lapse, I think. I’m now on the floor of the ground level beside a girl in a dress spread on the floor. There are a couple others. The girl's hair reminds me of Rapunzel but really looks a little more like me in my waking body. I don’t know what we’re doing to her, but I suddenly feel the need to do a reality check as I feel myself waking up and do, only to have a false awakening. I lose lucidity at this point UnU
I “go back to sleep” to a room in the school where I’m on a couch or a bed, watching two siblings sleep. I’m pretty sure I’m in my waking body again, just in a dream. Someone keeps coming in to put more blankets on them. They are both thin with black hair. The boy’s has a slight turn and the girl’s is a black bob. She’s talking in her sleep about how hot it is and I wonder if the blankets are to blame. He wakes up and we get into a conversation about what he does—ironically, he is a dress designer. I ask where he needs to measure me (across my collarbone?) and try to find a tape measure in my drawer only to find he has his own. I sit in a room in the soft sunlight and he starts measuring me for a dress. We chat a little and the dream ends.

I've never had such a long dream!! It was exciting! I'm pretty mad that my false awakening ruined my lucidity though. How rude.

Cory and I were planning out a route to visit Florida for vacation, and he wanted to drive down diagonally through Huntsville, AL. I was all annoyed by that because I didn't wanna go down there again, so I plotted out a route through Nashville to the far right of Tennessee and then downwards. He didn't like it because it would've been a long way around, but I refused to go through Huntsville. After that, I walked out onto the balcony to think about a compromise, and there was a neighbour out on the balcony beside ours, she was kind of a bigger woman with brown-ish hair up in a bun, sweeping the floor. I waved to her and said hi, but she just looked at me and then ignored me. Cory came out onto the balcony to ask me something, and he waved to her. She waved back and said hello. I was so put-out by that, how rude.

I was laying down on the ground and I heard a voice calling to me. When I looked up, I saw my Bast beadsprite and also there was Yinepu beside her. The voice spoke to me and told me I wasn't being spiritual enough lately, which is kind of true. It told me that the Gods missed having me and I should spend more time with them. I remember the sun streaming down over me and I was really awe-struck by the whole experience. When I woke up from that dream, it really stuck in my mind as super-vivid.

It was midnight. I was sitting on a chair in the ruins of a castle. There was a cage with a monkey inside. The animal had no fur and wore green shorts. There was a girl that I was in friendly terms in the past, now only passing acquintances. She came closer to me and tried to tell something, but I interrupted her shouting "I'll rather be with that monkey in a cage, than with you!"

I ran away and found myself on my frontyard. I entered a car, and with brother and mother we drove to a city centre. On the way we passed procession, my younger sister was leading it. In the end we stopped in a parking lot, and heard people talking about christmas.

Yesterday, NO freaking recall. Today, I had a bunch. I think I have a better recall if I wake up in the middle of the night and then go back to bed. Anyone here has that?

06/23/2015 - GUARDIAN OF THE SOCCER COURT

I’m in the gated community I grew up in. I walk out of my house. I’m barefoot. I walk towards the indoor football court we had in the community area. There’s a bunch of kids hanging out. Apparently I’m younger there. I see VICKY, a girl who lives across the hall from me now (she didn’t live in the gated community), she’s hanging out with the other youngsters.
I want to play soccer, but there are a bunch of little kids currently playing on the court. I can see that one of them is currently one of my students and I recognize him as a student, which doesn’t make sense since in the dream I was still a teenager, but whatever weird brain.

I talk to the kids and I try to convince them to leave the court, but they’re not really feeling like it. I tell them they could play outside the court, but they don’t want to leave, specially because the court is the most well lit part of the communuty area and they’re all afraid of the dark. One of them cries.

Then, the community area is empty. I don’t know if it was a transition or if I just don’t remember what happened. I’m inside the court and CHRIS PRATT is sitting on the benches in front of the court. Apparently I know him in my dream. “Who would have thought you’d be the biggest fucking star in the world?” I say to him. He kinds of shrugs. He’s even humble in my dream, I love that guy.

We talk a bit about his career and favorite roles. He mentions a movie he did called “Hard” (which doesn’t exist) and I’ve seen it and I say: “Yeah, with the huge samoan dude, what’s his name?!” (apparently my SC mind is slightly racist. THE HECK, SC MIND?!) Then I remember The Rock’s name.

We also talk about the best sequels ever. I remember that I had the same discussion with a couple of friends, and then I sort of flashback for a second, me leaving school with ALEX (who I didn’t know when I was in High School) and a GIRL and we’re talking about movies. And then I imply that “Boogies Nights” and “Magnolia” count as sequels because they’re in the same shared universe (they’re not).

PARTIN’ WITH THE ACTOR

This one I just remember a little bit about. There was more to it. So there’s this WOMAN, she’s at home. (Her home being my appartment, or at least her kitchen looked A LOT like mine). So she’s at home, with this actor dude.

I think she’s doing the dishes. The actor is trying to convince her to do drugs. I think they just wrapped a film or something like that, and he always gets high when he wraps a film. She ends up agreeing. They’re SUPER high. Her MOM is there too, so she’s trying to pretend she’s not. It’s her adoptive mother, apparently.

So the younger woman chats with the ACTOR. She tells him about her brother and how he was a wreck after the death of their bio-mother. So, the actor tells her about his psycho of a brother, that used to torture him when they were kids.

The older brother loved to steal their mother’s panties and hide it in the actor’s room. Kinky.


COPS ‘N EXES

I’m in my apartment. One of my exes, JULIANA, is here and she’s looking beautiful. I don’t remember exactly what happened. Something missing maybe? But I call the cops. She’s annoyed by that.

We talk about her love life. She’s living in Paris and her current boyfriend lives in Germany.They can only see each other on weekends. She’s not that into him, and I can see that she still has feelings for me.

At first I try to not think about it, but I can feel that I also have feelings for her. We flirt. A lot. I sit next to her on the couch. Then I decide to call the cops and tell them it was a mistake. (And now I kind of want to call Juliana Stupid dream)

It was cold, dark night. With my younger sister we were swimming by boat to a small island in the middle of a lake. I climbed up a rock, and looked around. Suddenly I saw my sister running from the other end of the lake, jumping over boats and running on the water to me.

I asked "How did you ran over the water?" She replied "Water? It's concrete!". Then I saw that the rock I was standing on was placed in the middle of city square. Street lamps were off, dark. Moving through the dark alleys I entered a passageway going under the city. It was heavily crowded. I tried to go to the other side, but when I opened the door to first route I thought "Wait! This is an ambush. The doors will be closed if I enter it!"

I decided to go the second route, but suddenly a passer-by told me that someone broken the key, and the place is locked. I moved to the door and tried to open it, to no avail. I hit the door with my fist, and then tried to smash a nearby window, but they resisted my strikes.

(Was up all night EBaying and it kinda threw me off my sleep schedule... I don't remember too much of my dreams today.)

There was a boatload of snow on the ground and for some reason I needed to drive somewhere. Someone asked if I've ever driven through snow before and I lied and said I had. I could see the snow falling when I looked out the window, but the snowflakes were huge, like maybe a foot in diameter. They were really pretty.

Some dream where I was in a classroom and we were paired up with partners.

There was a guy that looked like RuPaul giving a presentation about a new Madison campus. A few other students and I were sitting on some chairs in a row to listen, but it turned out to be a presentation on a different college in Madison, so most of the students tried to leave. The guy got super mad and forced everyone to sit through the whole presentation. For some reason I didn't give a fuck and wanted to stay anyway.

Something about a chicken? Like a raw chicken that I needed to cook. Then Seru opened the door suddenly and was looking at me funny. Something freaked me out about the chicken, I don't remember what.

I had great intentions and woke up several times but I was just so sleepy last night. big fail.


falling through dreamscapes. talking to people about the validity of dreams briefly before I'm swept up and falling again.