non-lucid

There was a huge circular aquarium with a giant monster fish in it, it looked kind of like a Coelacanth, but it had creepy Piranha eyes and mouth and was about the size of a school bus. On the wall next to the aquarium was a giant skeleton of the same fish. I desperately wanted to go examine the skeleton but I was so afraid of the live fish, he kept swimming at me and snapping, I thought he'd break through the glass. So instead I just admired the damn thing from afar. At one point, I joined up with a tourist group who were being led around the rest of the aquarium by a dude who looked like he didn't even want to be there. We went down some stairs, and I found myself in this amazing room underwater with a big window opened up to the bottom of the ocean. The water reflected off the floors and walls and the whole room was just bathed in this wild blue waving pattern. The guy said we were actually at the very bottom of the ocean and that we were a few miles underwater. Which kind of terrified me, since deep water has always creeped me out. Then I noticed that there was no window glass, the water was just suspended there, like maybe there was some kind of invisible force field holding it back. I took my hand and reached out into the water, and was shocked that it actually went in. But instead of crushing my hand, like I thought a few miles of deep water would do, it was super light. I moved my hand through it and it was like moving it through air, only I could see the water moving. It was a total trip. Later the guy wound up having some personal problem and herded all the tourist group into a room while he took care of whatever business he had. We all sat in there bored and impatient, and I felt very put-out by it.

For some reason, I was given moderator status over an art group because the founder didn't have the time to deal with it anymore. As soon as I was given the reins, this guy submits three pieces of "art" explaining why I suck as the new moderator. They were really insane reasons, too. The main ones were because I didn't add a Sonic category under the video game art, and because I never invited these two specific artists to join the group. I tried to be polite to him and told him that if he wanted a Sonic category, all he had to do was request it, and that I wasn't going to pester people about joining because membership was free to everyone anyway. He got all butthurt about it and started screaming at everyone.

I was hiding behind some boulders because I was naked. I have no idea why I was naked, what the heck. But I was super friggin hungry and saw a bunch of people eating pizza, but I couldn't join them because I had no clothes. On the ground was this teeny little shirt, but when I put it on, it didn't cover up anything so there in the rocks I stayed. This woman with long, sandy hair noticed me and invited me over to her hotel room to help me out. We ate pizza and she gave me a bed for the night, and I guess she gave me clothes because I suddenly had clothes again? The next day we wound up with cutesy little crushes on each other and she left for work and I went on my way. I tried calling her later but she was avoiding me. Apparently someone told her a lie about something horrible I did, and I just had to find her and clear my good name, so I went up to her work but she refused to come out and talk to me.

I was in a huge estate, looking out the window over a big lake. As I watched, I noticed a big black shadow under the water swimming away from the estate so I kept my eyes on it. A little ways in, it poked up its head and I saw it was a dolphin. There was a whole school of them. Then I remembered Cory's sister had a canoe so I decided to get it and go out there on the lake to check out the dolphins, and the canoe had a motor on it apparently. Me and someone else took the canoe out along the edge of the lake that was up against the estate to where the dolphins were, and as we headed out there, I felt like the canoe was slowly sinking but I wasn't too sure so I kept my mouth shut about it. It turned out it was sinking, and it started going under as soon as we got out to swim around with the dolphins, but then we realized the lake was super shallow, like shallow enough to stand in. So we left the lake, hauling the canoe to shore. Later on I walked out there by myself, still along the edge of the water by the estate, and I was really careful as I stepped because I was afraid the water would drop off into deeper spots. Then I saw a big railroad crossing stick and was afraid to go past that, but I didn't have to because the dolphins were right there, so I stood among them and it was just the coolest thing ever. There was only one big one, so I guess it was the mother, and a bunch of little ones, and I grabbed onto the fin of the mother and she swam me out further into the lake where I discovered a secret chamber. It was a bit weird to get in, you had to duck under some shallow water and then come up on the other side. But the chamber itself was creepy, it had mossy stairs and a few sarcophagi, but... it also had a mini-fridge, so I filled it with neat orange soda imported from Germany that said on the cans that it would get chilled in the fridge in under six minutes. Which I thought was bullshit, by the way. It said it in German, like 'Unter sechs minuten!' or something, whatever. My dog Loki figured out my new hiding spot pretty quickly and would come down there with me. But later I discovered there was a scary something down there in the depths of the chamber, but I can't remember what it was, just that it was terrifying. To keep the scary something away, you had to avoid specific areas of the chamber, and I forgot and at one point I was running out of the chamber in terror.

I remember waking up earlier in the morning hours and having quite a lengthy dream recall, but when I fell asleep and then woke back up I only recalled the tail end of a long string of from what I remember, mostly non-lucid dreams with maybe a little lucidity sprinkled in there.

I remember being with my fathers' parents in Puerto Rico. (Weird because they hate the place.) We were driving in the countryside out in the mountains, and we stopped at this little roadside diner. I remember it looking very retro, like it had been built in the 50's with a big red neon sign that said '[DC's Name]'s Pizza.

I remember the diner having a dirt parking lot with only a few cars in it. Out behind the building was a dumpster and a steep hillside covered in the tropical overgrowth.

We went inside. The place was pretty run down but this fat latino guy came out from the back room and offered us a good deal if we bought one of his specialty pizzas. They were all in a row under the glass counter. I remember one being a 'reverse pizza' where the cheese was baked into a solid crust, then tomato sauce, then raw pizza dough on top.

There was a pizza with a purple crust and one that had a crust made out of meatloaf. The pizzas just kept getting stranger and stranger. I remember a triangle shaped one too.

I turned to my grandparents and told them I didn't like any of the choices that were offered, only to see that their heads had swapped bodies. They said we would find somewhere else to eat then.

I then saw Manei and Marcus sitting at one of the booths. Only their heads had swapped bodies too. I became semi lucid but shook it off. We started to leave the diner and I either woke up or the dream carried on and I simply forgot what happened.

Morning of June 21, 2015. Sunday.



This dream was fairly abstract and no main events occur. It involved some sort of longer computer-like machine (looking more like an electronics deck of some sort from the 1960s) that displays various images, which seem to be random parts of various magazines and comic books for no particular reason other than perhaps as a so-called screensaver or perhaps even related to advertising (the books apparently being scanned somehow in their entirety on the right of the monitor).

The main focus seems to be on a fictional comic book about an elf superhero called Aye, vaguely similar to Elf Quest (which I have not really read much of) in some ways but more like Thor in terms of theme and art. The name of the comic book also seems to be “Aye” (possibly just an in-dream play on “eye” or “I”). The images on the small screen (in comparison to the machine itself) show fairly quickly (and also include random images from old issues of Life Magazine, Look Magazine, and Superman comics), almost like riffling a deck of playing cards. It is a typical “just looking at something” dream with no dominant emotion and there does not seem to be any plot or theme, just the idea of the mechanism and the imagery.

So this night was a busy one. I woke up at like... 6 ish. In the middle of a dream (The Barcelona one). Then I went to bed. Some of those dreams were SUPER vivid. Which was cool. Way better than yesterday when I only had like a wee bit of recall. Anyways. Here it goes.

06/21/2015 - VISITING UNIVERSITIES

I’m in the United States with my sister, my dad (I think) and Isabelly. Apparently I'm much young in the dreamWe’re going to visit some universities. We’re in a van, however we first stop by Isabelly’s building and I meet her parents. Her mom seems more welcoming, but her father seems like a very strict man.

As per usual, I’m not happy to be there. Everyone else is excited, though. My sister has a green water bottle. Like the kind you take with you when you go jogging or when you go to the gym (it looks very similar to the water battle I misplaced this week and can’t find it for the life of me).

Isabelly is super friendly towards me. I tell myself she’s interested in me. We visit a university and I see a bunch of kids, leaving a class. They’re happy. They’re excited. There’s a guy with a face on the back of his head. Everyone thinks is super cool. I think he looks ridiculous. There is an aeral walkway and a very busy street in front of it. This particular university looks like the ones we have here in Brazil, it doesn’t look American at all.

We later meet Isabelly and a friend of hers at other University. It kind of looks like El Camino College a little bit. Her friend wants to be a lawyer, but it’s mostly because her dad is forcing her to. Isabelly sits next to me. I put my hand around her shoulder. My hand, gently, brush against her chest. She doesn’t seem to mind. My sister is sitting on my left side. A little later Isabelly pushes my arm away. I don’t really mind. It’s not like I’m super attracted to her anyways. I just lean against my sister and think about being in the US again. I’m sleepy, but I really don’t fall asleep.

The van stops across the street from Isabelly’s building. Before we leave, Isabelly (either on purpose or accidentally knocks my sister water bottle around and there’s water all over the van).

Everyone then cross the busy street in front of Isabelly’s building. I fear someone might get ran over. I’m the last one, and I’m running for my fucking life. Then we’re inside Isabelly’s apartment.

I sit on the couch and Isabelly’s (still unamed) friend sister on the floor between my legs. I don’t really think she’s attracted to me, she just might want to make Isabelly jealous.

THE DEAD COW

I’m on a farm with my dad (who by the way has been dead for the past 18 years). We see a dead cow in our property. There’s a number branded on her backside. I looks like 11, but in hindsight it might have been ll. All farms there were indentified by number, ours were 10.

So my dad tells me to call the cow’s owner to tell him about. I do. I call him on the cellphone, and the cow refuses get his dead call, and he’ll only do it if we pay him money (??). I don’t say anything, instead I just give the phone to my dad.

THE CRASHING AIRPLANE

I’m at my sister’s house. It’s not really her ACTUAL house, since she lives with me. The bell rings and I open the door and it’s Michael Keaton’s Bruce Wayne and the Jack Nicholson’s The Joker. They come in, apparently my sister is friends with the both of them. I just look in awe at how amicable they are to each other.

The dream transitions to an airplane. I’m sitting next to a guy, who’s arguing with another one. I get the feeling I know them both. One of them says we shouldn’t have chose this particular company because it has the option of travelling nude. (a nudist airline… I might kickstart that!).

The plane takes off and my sister is cheering, because it seems like a successful one. The plane, then turns upside down, everyone is screaming and holding for dear life. I’m seeing from outside now. It all looks like some bad flash animation. The plane manages to turn around rightside up.

We’re now flying over a river, I have no idea why we’re so low. I’m still outside. The plane nosedives into the river. I’m back inside. I’m freaking out trying to get my mom’s mask on her before I have mine own, even though I know I shouldn’t be doing that. “American Airlines don’t have oxygen masks!” She tells me. I put mine on when I feel the water inside the plane.

I then convince myself this is a dream, but instead of taking control I still let panic take over and I wake up. (Does that count as a lucid dream?)

THE BB SNIPER

There’s a cement pathway on the grass. I think it might be a park.I looked a LOT like the park from a video I was watching before going to bed on mindfulness. So I’m walking until I realize I’m near the beach. I’m stretching, which is completely out of character because I A) don’t exercise and B) when I do I don’t stretch (I don’t believe in it).

There’s a group of people exercising on the sand (the beach looks like Copacabana, now that I think about it). I know someone there. A girl. I don’t know who she is in real life. So she calls me over and I go to them.

So apparently someone is interrupting their exercises, but they don’t know who it is. I spot two kids on a bike, and they have a… BB FUCKING SNIPER. They’re shooting the group with it. However, guess who also has a FUCKING BB SNIPER? That’s right. The Sebass. So I get mine and BLAM. I hit the kid who was shooting at them.

I see the kid talking to his dad. Complaining? Crying? I don’t know. I tell the group we should march overthere and tell the dad about it. The group doesn’t want to. That frustrates the fuck out of me.

THE CHAMPION LEAGUE CUP THIEVES

I’m flying in front of a house. Thisis FC Barcelona’s HQ or whatever. Not the real one. Just one my mind made up. So I’m trying to break into the trophy room. When I get to the window, I see someone inside. Someone I know, Alexandre. But Alexandre here looks like DOC BROWN.

Doc Ale Brown opens this cabinet, and I see it: The Champions League Cup. Apparently, I was there to steal it. As soon as I remove it from the cabinet I think. Fuck. There are cameras here. We’re gonna get caught. Alexandre goes, “worry not, I got this.” So we go downstairs and he starts chatting up the Security Guard. I think I was supposed to erase the videos and turn off the cameras, but I just joined the conversation.

Then these super violent thieves show up and they beat the living heck of the security guard. So, in the dream I have superpowers, right? So I take all the thieves out. So we’re alone there, what do I do? I invite everyone I know to go for a swim at the pool. Ernesto (a childhood friend I haven’t seen in 23 years) is there, but apparently he and his family are dobermann’s now.

I play with them for a little bit, then I remember I brought my dog along. I decide to check up on her. I walk to the front of the house and I see a flash mob thing starting. I don’t know who put that together, but I decide it’s a bit much and maybe we should bounce before the FC Barcelona people show up as I’m going back, I run into a lot of players. They seem confused by the people there, but not angry.

I tell Dani Alves and Xavi that I have superpowers and they demand proof. So I say that I can rip these metal thingies that were screwed on the wall. Dani Alves says he can do that himself, and he does with great effort. I laugh and effortlessly rip it off. Garret Bale (who’s not even an FC Barcelona player) seems super amused by my display of strenght.

Looking in the newspaper for computer programming jobs. Find a good one and think about how strange it is that the newspaper has want ads for this type of ting. Remember i don't know how to program.

I'm running a legal aid service for mythical american creatures. Sasquach comes in and :Im veryexcited to meet him. he's having issues getting his dposit back from hiss landlord. He's a blurry guy.

(I don't remember the beginning of the dream) I have something in my hand(I think it was a red carpet) and I was searching for the beach, then I realize it was more in the north where the beautiful beach is. Then I found the beach. The sea was very clear blue. There was a huge bridge made of wood where people used to jump. I went on the bridge and there was a girl that I know and don't really want to meet, but she passed next to me and said ''hi'', but I ignored her and make as if I didn't hear her. I went to the end of the bridge and sit down and watch the beautiful color of the sea. Then I stand up and went. I saw the girl and her family following me, I try to walk fasted but I have the impression I'm not moving(or slow), then they catch me. I follow them, then her little brother was annoying me(I think that he was throwing some red sand on my head), I push him down, and his dad said ''Can you two stop please, I don't know who fault is it''.
.........CutOff Of The Dream............
We were at their house. We were playing in the garden, there was a slide, there was sand all around.
.........CutOff Of the dream...........
I was laying down on the sand(still in the garden), I think I fall asleep for a moment, everybody was in the house. I said to myself: ''I don't want to stay 1 week in this family, I need to call mom and tell her I just want to stay just for 3 days''. I stand up and get in the house, everybody was around the table and eating, even my two cousin were here. I put on a black t-shirt over my tank top. I sit down and start eating meat. Now there was only me and her father at the table. Then I stand up and went in the salon where the little brother was playing video game. .....

First: Screening of "Toy Story 3D" interrupted when a man starts a fist fight. My family and I were at the movies. The trailers and such apparently went on for so long most of my family except my dad left the movie before it began. Other people did the same thing. A man suddenly started arguing with another man and started fighting before the movie could start. People stood up and the lights came on. In the end, my dad and I were the only ones left. We were told the showing was cancelled.

Second: Man trying to exchange $40 in old, tattered bills for new bills at a bank in the raging 20's. The scene starts out outside the bank where a man is trying to sell different bills as "new" and "mint". These bills aren't nearly "new" or "mint" and will not sell in their condition. The man asks his friends if the bank will exchange them for free. They say "of course they will, now get in there". The man tries to exchange the bills for new bills and his time of either arrival or time he will be served is written down directly on the desk and the money taken. The woman at the desk asks the man to wait and the next person in queue steps up while the man waits. A woman randomly starts screaming like she's been shot or stabbed or something similar and an old man which used to be a superhero goes and attacks a suspicious man and beats him to a pulp. The bank somehow is in shambles. The man trying to get the money tries to get new bills once again. In response to this the woman says "stop, just stop" in response to him obviously being poor, pleading to him to just go away, that she didn't wish to do business with someone so poor. Someone behind the woman says something like "hey, it's alright, just give him these". The man saying that hands the man different checks of various amounts totaling to $15 or $20. The man is thankful to just have his money back, thanks the man serving him and goes on his way.

I woke up in my bed, went out of it and took my clothes. I looked around the room - there was a big mess on a table, pile of clothes lying on an armchair. Next I looked through a window - it was a warm, summer morning. My house was surrounded by a dense rainforest. Wind moved the leaves gently. I sat down on a couch, and suddenly my sisters appeared, and turned on the TV. My older sister was holding a baby in her hands.

The baby was wearing a blue suit. It was crying. My younger sister was watching some kind of TV talent show. I went out of the room, and heard screams from the room. I went back, and saw that the baby was still crying, and there was a perfectly round, red pile of vomit on the ground.

I went to another room, to call mother - the room was tidy and clean. The window was open. As I entered the room, my old teacher appeared, and looked through the window - a woman in her early thirties. She was wearing a green top and jeans trousers.

I told my mother to go and look at the baby. I went back to the room, and cleaned the vomit.

I’m on the set of Jeopardy!, practicing some questions with Alex Trebek. The software used to show him the questions* is incredibly buggy. Random clicks just bring up more windows that mess up everything else. The entire practice show is at a standstill because I can’t get the program to work. Alex finally walks over and says he might have a better job for me. He takes me over to the question board and tells me to stand there and basically be the Vanna White of the show. We start an actual show taping, and my job is to press the screens for each question. One question involves filling in the missing letters from a chemical formula. After no one rings in and Alex reads the answer, I chime in with my own commentary: “Worst Wheel of Fortune puzzle ever.” This warrants about 5 minutes of laughter from everyone on the set, and they had to stop the taping to give everyone a chance to recompose themselves.



I’m now working at this large arena in Los Angeles. There’s a basketball game going on, currently in overtime, but a lot of the staff are getting anxious, since they have to convert the court into a hockey rink before Game 7 of the Stanley Cup the next day. One of the staff presses a button that makes the clock on the scoreboard tick down faster than normal, and finally the game comes to a close. Just then, the court starts to fill with water, and everyone clears out of the area. One of the staff flips a switch, and all the water instantly freezes into a nice thick layer of ice.

I walk outside the arena to a big open courtyard area, where there’s a ton of people having a huge celebration. I’m helping restock the food tables, when my mom asks if I can bring her some cake from another table on the other side of the crowd. I make the long trek through the crowd, grab the cake, and attempt to carefully take it back. I make it most of the way, but about 10 feet away from my destination, a rather large lady backs into me, and I spill the cake all over the front of my body. I’m slightly disappointed, but I’m much more mad at the lady who wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. However, I don’t have long to voice my frustrations, as I receive a message through an earpiece in my ear that there’s a situation a few blocks away.

I run off to the location of the emergency, and I see several other of the staff members running the same direction. As we run through the streets, I see billboards of propaganda everywhere. I begin to remember that I am part of a large group of resistance members attempting to start a revolution against the corrupt dystopian government. The whole scenario has a very Mirror’s Edge feel to it, as my run involves taking passageways through buildings and leaping to distant ledges.

I finally reach my destination, and there’s a large uproar from a crowd of about 300 people. Me and the other agents try to seamlessly blend into the group and join the riot. After a few minutes, a bald man with a goatee silences the crowd to speak.

“Too long have these menaces to society been allowed to oppress us. They threaten the peace we know so well.”
The crowd starts cheering, and I join in.
“They are pests, and must be dealt with if our government is to succeed.”
The crowd starts cheering again. Wait, what?…
“The Resistance must be stopped, for the greater good of our society.”
The crowd is now ecstatic. This isn’t good.
“Remember, they wear earpieces. If you see someone with an earpiece, take them down immediately and report them to the authorities.”
Nope, definitely not good. I hear a voice on my earpiece, “Blues are approaching the scene, get out of there, now!”

I quickly try to maneuver my way out of the crowd, but everyone in my way is jumping up and down, making it impossible to get through. I hear sirens getting louder, and soon several police officers in cars and on motorcycles arrive on the scene. They start throwing out tear gas into the crowd, and the group quickly disperses. I make a break towards a clearing, dodging tear gas canisters as they land all around me. It’s utter chaos around me, as I see people running every direction, trying to find shelter from the gas. One of the canisters bounces off my leg, but luckily I don’t breathe in any of the fumes and am able to keep running.

I pass by an alleyway, when I hear someone shout, “Agent!” I turn to see a lady with an earpiece motioning me to follow her down the alley. She walks over to a brick wall and pushes a secret button, revealing a small hole just big enough for me to fit into. I jump down this slide inside the hole, and eventually slide into a river running behind some of the buildings. I start to swim towards a nearby dock, but the scene goes black.



I find myself in some sort of flashback. I am seated at a table in this small interrogation room with a small whiteboard on the wall. I try reading what’s written on it, but the letters keep changing on me. Just then, the lady from the alley walks in and places some papers down on the table.
“Well, unfortunately, you failed the microexpression test. We noticed that when you tell a lie, the right side of your mouth raises a little…” She pauses for a bit. “Interesting…”
“What is it?”
“Well it appears the side of your mouth doesn’t raise when you’re told a lie, kind of like the lie that you failed the microexpression exam.” I look up at her confused. “Congrats, you passed. Welcome to the team, agent.”
She extends her arm, and we shake hands, but then I wake up.

*Fun fact, there isn’t actually any software that Alex Trebek uses when he reads the questions. He just has a sheet of paper with the questions, and he crosses them off as he goes. I’m great at parties.

Entry 2, btw this dream might be a little religious for some people (idk if that's good or bad)

I am laying down in a soft, bright open, grassy meadow. It's peaceful. Tranquil. I stare into the crisp, clear blue sky. No cloud to be seen. As I lay in the grass, I spot something shining in the sky. It's getting bigger and bigger. It's also very bright. The thing turns into a figure, as it gets closer to Earth. Somehow, I manage to "zoom in" to see the figure better. It's a beautiful, stunning angel -- her long wavy blonde hair was blowing in the wind, her glistening aqua eyes were looking straight at me. ( face to face). She is holding a beautiful ( i'm going to say beautiful a bunch of times in this dream) shining, silver sword, with two golden handles at the bottom. There were silver wings on those handles. ( It looked like the caduceus medical sword ) She was holding the sword right in the middle of her face. She was whispering words but I could only see her lips moving. Then after saying what she needed to say, she shouts out a word or sound quite loudly (I have no idea what language it was in ) and and a bell sound rings around me. The angel quickly rose the sword up into the bright blue sky, and a bright luminous white light reflected off of the sword and into my eyes. I was literally blinded, because when I woke up quickly from the dream, I opened my eyes to see I couldn't see anything for a minute. The noises from the visitation still rung through me for a few more seconds. It felt so real, but I felt as if I was only spectating the dream.

I was walking in a beautiful woodland area. There were steep slopes and gullies covered by tall trees forming a canopy high above. There was a river down below and I walked across a rope bridge.


I was going to school at some really fancy ivy leauge boarding school. The teacher asked quite bluntly that the ugliest kid in class please come up to the front so that she could do a demonstration for her psychology class. It turned out to be this kid from the back row who got bullied a lot. And in all honesty, he wasn't that ugly. His hair was patchy and missing in places, but other than that he looked pretty normal. She then got this big bully kid to stand next to him but I can't remember his purpose.

The teacher asked him to please take off all of his clothes. The ugly boy flexed and like in a cartoon his shirt ripped off and he was really buff underneath and the bully got really scared and ran out of the door of the classroom.

...

For some reason the scenario repeated in the schools auditorium. There were several bullies around the boy now but they were actors and just pretending to be bullies and they knew he was really buff under his clothes. What was going on here had something to do with how the audience reacted to how ugly the boy was.

I had this really weird view of the happening from above. I think I was working on the backstage crew or something. The teacher told me to observe how the audience reacted for my studies.


I was walking around the pond in my subdivision alone. I became lucid when I realized I was walking around the path in the opposite direction of the way that I usually walk. It was a clear, sunny, summer day. Jonathan, of all people approached me, even though I thought he left my dreams.

He gave me something. It was a blank lucid dreaming license. He said that he had stolen it from me back when we were enemies and now had realized that I should probably have it back. He told me that I had to go fill it out and get it stamped by [somebody] at an office somewhere.

I asked him if he would like to come along with us. He laughed and got really nervous. He had one of those big sweat drops on him like in an anime. (Kind of weird because Jonathan himself looked realistic, the sweat drop just looked like a crappy drawing.)

"Haha! If Manei caught me back around here she would never let me hear the end of it... I'd better get going."

He left. The next thing I remember Marcus and Manei showed up on this big four legged robot walker device. One of the legs came down and I stood on it. It picked me up and put me on the platform on top. Then a little laser shot out from the platform. It ended in the air making a white energy ball. Then the laser went in a circle drawing with the white energy. When the circle was complete it became a portal and we walked through.

The place we entered looked like outer space. The sky was bright blue/purple with bright stars everywhere. There were little asteroids everywhere but they seemed to be fixed to their locations and didn't move when we stepped on them. I noticed that we didn't feel any forces standing on the walker. Even if we jumped across a gap or changed directions, I couldn't feel our velocity changing.

"Notice how we don't feel anything. That's because this platform utilizes a differential gravity compensation algorithm."

We came across this one asteroid that had a small one-story house on it. There were a bunch of people having a barbecue in the backyard. Among them were my parents who the two DCs accompanying me invited along. I told them not to invite my parents because they always just become annoying in dreams. But it was too late.

We eventually arrived at another asteroid with this big library-looking building on it. Supposedly this was like the secretary of state for the dream world. We got off and went inside. In the front they had a waiting area kind of just like a secretary of state office with all of these people waiting in line, only it looked to be a whole lot older. All of the desks were wooden and there were rows of metal filing cabinets behind them. Everybody in our group got in the back of the line.

So I guess this is where the dream decided to do all of the jokes that it could possibly think of. I remember seeing Sharkboy and Lavagirl waiting in line. There was also Neo from the matrix with a spoon in his hand. I remember Cobb from Inception was standing in line with a broken shared dreaming machine. There was also the ugly kid from the earlier dream only he was really fat now. I think I remember GizEdwards being in the line holding a broken Remee.

Though the weirdest thing I saw waiting in the line was DawnEye11. Her head was sticking out of the companion cube from portal that was on one of those metal carts like from Home Depot. Eye and Dawn were pushing the cart. Dawn was wearing a red dress and had wavy hair and was texting somebody on an old looking cell phone. Eye looked normal. I don't know what that was about... and I don't think I want to.

I remember I tried to get her attention but Eye told me to leave her alone because they couldn't find her body so they had to substitute it with something else.

By far the longest stretch of time that I have wasted in a lucid dream was right here. Maybe that's why I remember everyone that was in line. We stood there without talking easily for ten minutes without even talking, much less doing anything. Eventually Manei and I got bored and decided to check out the back half of the building. The others said they would hold the spot in line while we looked around.

The back half of the building was like a very old library with tall wooden bookshelves and the likes. I started flying around the bookshelves. Again, there was sort of a long stretch of time where the dream was stable and nothing really happened. At the very least, I could practice maneuvering and what not. I remember figuring I could reverse direction very quickly by stopping my flames, doing a half of a front flip and simply orienting myself backwards then starting the flames in the opposite direction. The dream took surprisingly well to all of the spinning and tricks that I did in the air.

At one point I noticed a side room. There was this side room that was a dance studio. There were a bunch of girls in tight clothes practicing some kind of dance. When they saw me, they asked how I could fly. I told them it was a lucid dream and that I could do anything. They all vanished from the scene at the same time.

I landed eventually realizing the dream was going nowhere. Manei and Marcus were reading together out of some book. I landed next to them.

"This dream plot is so stupid, can't we change it."

"We can now, your parents fixed your lucid dreaming license. Here!"



"Wait... they were actually useful?"

"Yes, that's why we brought them along."

I remember trying twice to dream spin. The first time was the standard dream spinning around in your spot. The second time I did a triple front flip hoping that would blur up the scene enough to change it. But no, we were still in the library and not one thing had changed.

I remember thinking of the dream where Manei explained how dreams were more stable now and dream spinning was harder. Sure that's really useful for doing mid-air flips without the environment changing, but I still had to ask how I could get dream spinning to work.

"Perhps it is because you only impart rotational velocity along a single axis. If you were to make use of all vertices, you would be successful."

I have only some idea what that meant. I then tried one more time and this time the dream actually changed. I was inserted into the body of a large muscular black man who was a commando attempting to infiltrate Nazi Germany and kill Hitler.

I crawled out of an air duct into the room of an old brick building and got in a fight with a couple of enemy soldiers. None of us had guns, so we fought with knives and punching and kicking. I beat most of them up but the last guy I fought took me to the ground. I killed him too. It was difficult adapting to this body, but I had managed.

I made my way outside onto the street. I was in what looked like a war-torn city. Half the buildings were piles of rubble. In front of me was a large symmetrical brick building that looked relatively untouched. It looked like a government building of some sort. There was a large staircase leading up to the front. On the saircase was row upon row of Nazi soliders. Standing at the top were two tanks, but they walked on two legs rather than tracks.

In between them was a very attractive woman but with Hitlers' mustache, and she had a rather revealing variant of the uniform with two golden pistols on her belt.

I was still semi-lucid to the point where I could think 'Why on earth am I dreaming of this?!" I think that when I stepped into the street I was spotted by one of them and got shot and died.

My soul went OOB though and I was flying around. I flew into the building they were standing in front of and saw that inside they were developing new versions of the walking tanks I had seen outside. Marcus' walker from earlier in the dream was also in there, only it only had three legs now, rather than four. I thought that I should report this information back to HQ but I wondered how I would do that now that I was just a soul.

So, I’m in my classroom. This time it looks fairly like it, as opposed to the dream I had the other day (I feel like my brain might be getting smarter to prevent me from noticing things that are off, lol). One of my students makes a VERY homophobic remark, and I just can’t help myself. I completely let him have it. (Good for you, Subconscious Mind! Homophobia sucks!).

I had a couple of other dreams tonight, but I can’t remember them.

For the record, it was painful to wake up and realize this was only a dream. I have not actually seen a real living orca yet sadly

I was in the back seat of a white Chevy Suburban with my step-grandfather driving and step dad in the passenger seat. we were driving at night over a bridge over the ocean in a coastal region, perhaps florida, when I look out over the water and see a pod of Killer Whale (Orcinus orca) coming up for air, swimming along the bridge. I immediately got excited and shouted "Look there are Orcas swimming" or something along those lines. I then repeatedly and seriously told the driver "stop the car" "stop the car" and he started to slow down but never stopped, so I ended up opening the door while we were still moving and hopped out. I stumbled across the ground a short distance before running over to the side of the bridge. I laid down on the bridge and looked into the dark water.

A curious orca calf surfaced to see what I was. I reached down for it trying to pet it, positioning myself closer to the water until i strained to far and fell off the bridge into the water with it. I touched it, but I had to get myself up right after my fall. I searched the water for a while around where i fell and could not see the orcas much. I swam over to a small sandy island, about 50 feet or so in diameter, so it was small. It had a lone palm tree leaning down over the sand and a small sand dune. I was in a bay area, with houses above sea walls around the waters of the island. It was now mid day suddenly. The orca swam around the water and the biggest one came onto the sandy island about half way. I approached it and it made a hissing noise at me, followed by showing me it's teeth. I was a bit startled and I stumbled backwards and fell on the sand about 3 feet away where he stared me down for a period of time presenting his teeth as if to warn me. Neither of us moved for a good 30 seconds. I felt a bit scared and surprised. I finally had the courage to stand back up and walk back. It swam off around the island before eventually coming back on the island under the palm tree and just relaxed. I stood there and watched it for a moment, observing the orca before walking up to it and touching its tail. It seemed surprised and worked its way back into the water quickly. It swam around the island once more. I stood on the small island and simply watched it swim by. It came back onto land this time about halfway looking at me with a weary look, as if trying to tell me it needed help. I thought it was probably hungry and decided to find food for it. when I got back into the water everything turned dark again and I quickly found some sort of prey, maybe a stingray. I took a small spear about the size of a knife and jabbed into it, bringing out of the water and back to the island. It was day again on land. I walked over to the orca, took the ray off the knife, and placed it in the orcas mouth. I was finally able to stand next to it and pet it. It now trusted me more and I could feel it. I then woke up

The orca had a pattern that was not a normal pattern. I also do not know what gender it was, but its tall dorsal fin suggests it was a male. It had a white mosaic looking pattern on its tall dorsal fin and some white tribal art work "dash" line around its eye. everything else seemed correct though.

Side notes for viewers:
Orcas around the U.S. west coast and New Zealand coasts are low in numbers. With about 80 Souther Resident Killer Whales(SRKW) on the U.S. west coast and less than 200 around New Zealand. There are other groups in danger as well. They are an endangered species. The Southern Resident population took a major blow back in the 70's where seaworld and other marine parks hired divers and boaters to capture and take away orca calfs from their family right in front of them. 45 captured and at least 13 were killed in the process. These sentient and highly intelligent animals have very strong social and family bonds. of the 45 captured from the southern residents, only one is still alive. Lolita at Seaquarium, forced to work multiple shows a day in a small tank with no cover from the sun.

I was in school. It was warm spring day. I was sitting inside a classroom, with about four or three other students. The teacher - a blonde woman in her late forties, told me to tell the whole story from "Macbeth" book. Despite telling her everything, she was disappointed and said "Well, you've got only A. There were some problems with speech and some information was incorrect."

I went out of the school to a bus stop. A group of people was waiting for a bus. Suddenly it appeared and stopped. I considered for a while should I enter it, and then I saw a girl entering it. I decided to enter the bus, and when we were getting close to it, the driver drove away laughing. I took my mobile out of my pocket, and sent a message to my mother, so she could pick me up.

Morning of June 20, 2015. Saturday.



My wife and children and I are again living on Barolin Street where we have not lived since March 2008. There is a fictional body of water in the backyard which first seems like a river (in a similar orientation as a fictional feature in my dreams about Cubitis where it replaces the railroad track area) but is later a swimming pool that is much closer to the back of the house. My dream “resets” a few times, and it is as if I am creating or forcing the drama at a background level. This is one of those dreams of a type I have not felt in some time, which is a strange type of sleep paralysis but not full to where it is lucid or as blissfully enjoyable, where my legs have a strange sensation all over the skin that is hard to describe - along with a bizarre anticipatory feeling or the nerves in my legs having been augmented to an almost overwhelming level. This happens on and off after waking several times and quickly going back into the same dream as a “reset” (usually with a slightly different sequence). Thus there are at least four or five versions of this dream within the same time period (though a more common event when I was younger). This dream also seems to have more “immediately reset and replay” scenes than usual.

In the primary version and main outcome, I notice a huge alligator head that had emerged from the surface of the water behind our house. At first it seems amusing, though over time, a part of myself seems to force elements of my dream for dramatic effect. A few times, I typically am aware I am creating my dream, but yet am not lucid or self-aware at my dream-self level. This is a common state I have never really read about in all the dream literature I have seen and yet is my most common “normal” way of dreaming.

There is a scene where I am describing the alligator to two unknown males who had been in a canoe on the river. I say how its head was about as large as half the living room though I realize that is an exaggeration.

There is a scene where two cats (one being our real black-and-white cat Franco, the other unknown) fall into the water of which is now of a swimming pool. I am looking out a fictional back window from what would otherwise be the kitchen area. An alligator head emerges and swallows the same cat a few times (in “resets”) and I feel upset and also realize my children will be very upset though I do tell them in most versions though it ends up to where the cats were not swallowed or eaten at all.

We still have to abandon the house and leave the area to the alligators. At one point, there is a fictional male that seems tiny and he falls down the front staircase (with a strangely cheerful manner), which are much bigger and with more steps than in reality. I do not regard his miniature nature at all. I only know we all have to leave to avoid being eaten by the alligators, of which there are perhaps six or seven.

My dream continues to jump back and forth with “resets” and replays in somewhat random and completely incongruous sequences (even for a dream) even though I retain all the main dream scenes after waking. Long ago, I decided this was some sort of “practice” function of dreams, which may be why some people cannot remember or resolve their dreams in the manner I usually do in that, because so many different versions of a scene or outcome resulted, the dream becomes muddled or uncertain in singular details (which do not exist due to there being several versions of the “same” event). This may also explain in-dream deja vu, where your dream-self had forgotten the first version of a dream sequence while still in the dream.

Most of the events seem to occur at night, though the cat scene was well-lit (though possibly with outside lights on the eaves of the back porch). We “escape from our home and do not return” a few times in a row. Each time after the “reset”, the setup becomes more and more ludicrous. There is one bizarre scene where I am aware of an alligator having put a ladder against our house to climb up and enter through the window like a person. (In fact, it is as if my dream-self is trying to force this to happen - though it never does.) In this case, the living room extends to that side of the house where the bathroom would otherwise be. Also, the (one-storey) house seems a bit higher up. (In reality it was on stumps, but the first floor not at what would be perceived as second-floor level when compared to a normal house.) I become vaguely aware I am creating my dream at this point, though with no lucidity. There is also an idea they will start coming in from the south end of the house (which has a fictional layout including a hall rather then the outside side staircase entrance leading directly into the living room).

My wife also had alligators in her dream at the same time, with no real-life prompts (other than her seeing something I did not in a children’s book from the library); a type of partially shared dreaming that has been happening continuously for a few years - though often based on something my wife was thinking while awake that I could not have known about.