non-lucid

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.

Me, F and my parents are having lunch and a brasilian guy that I see sometimes where I work is serving us water. I thanked him. He walk aways and I tell them of something (don't know what but it was positive) that he used to do before (? I don't even know him in RL) but he doens't do it anymore.

A blue and orange cat under a couch, he couldn't move his rear legs, and he was crawling with his front legs. He didn't see me as I tried to reach him and he got scared and scratched me.

Some girl on a bike. A really ugly Audi, kind of looked like a Smart (in size) but really weird.

Looking for my velvet high heel shoes for a wedding. Found some boots (that I don't own) with a broken heel. I found the shoes I'm looking for, no wait, these heels are weird, actually really ugly. Oh, here are the shoes I'm looking for. There's something wrong, the velvet fell off and the shoes are now just clear plastic, kinda of remind of cinderella shoes.

Something about guinea pigs.

My bedroom (but didn't look anything like it) full of junk and piles of paper and I think "thats weird, since I'm a minimalist and I've been decluterring my bedroom for months now. How could so much junk have passed unnoticed for so long? (cuz I'm dreaming -.-')

I'm on my street, except there's no houses, just empty lots partitioned by fences. There's a crazy woman named Betsey that lives two lots away. She comes over to tell me that she's getting married and moving away, although she only seems to head to a lot across the street. After she walks away, a group of neighbors congregates on my lot to talk about what they want to build. Somehow, the whole group decides they need to see my basement. There's a staircase that appears that leads down to the basement. The rest of the group heads down, with me tailing behind them. The staircase has a really low ceiling. Actually, it's so low that I can't walk upright. I end up crawling down the stairs on my hands and knees. Even when I reach the bottom, the ceilings are still low enough that they're just inches above my head. I make a joke about how it's bad when the shortest person barely fits, and everyone laughs. While most of the basement is finished, there's a door that leads to an unfinished room. One of the women in the group breaks off and checks out the room. She returns with a lot of things that she says were left behind by the contractor. They all seem to be stickers, but there's also some kind of document in a sheet protector. As I read it over, I find that it's a birth certificate for my younger sister. I'm shocked that it lists Betsey as my sister's mother! There are other strange details, like Betsey being bored because she was unemployed.

(first and foremost, let me tell you that English isn't my native language so at times it might get hard to understand what I'm saying and for that I apologize)

I had a few dreams tonight, I can remember pieces of two, but I had a SUPER VIVID one that I decided to share.

I'm walking on these tall, huge wooden catwalks. I can see houses and the street below me and I instantly know that the streets aren't safe. Zombies. Of course. It's a freaking zombie apocalypse. I’m oddly calm, and I can see other people going about their business. One section of the catwalks start shaking and people start panicking. Zombies are attacking.

I manage to run away as I see a couple of the sections crashing down. It pisses me off to no end. I can’t stand zombies ruining our lives anymore. I walk back to the settlement. Which is basically a group of humans living in the ruins of an old suburban house.

(It kind of looks like one of the on torn down houses from that suburban area in the game “The Last of Us”.)

My sister asks me what happened and I tell her sections 7 and 8 (or maybe it was 6 and 7? I know one them was 7!) are gone. I ask about our parents and she tells me they are out looking for food. It seemed like something people did regularly.

I see 3 guys armed to the teeth. One of them is Marcelo, a dude I went to school with (I haven’t talked to him in almost 20 years), then there’s an old college buddy Danny and the third guy I can’t remember who it was. They all looked bad ass each had an assault rifle, military fatigues, bullet proof vest.

They were going to go zombie hunting. Since I was super pissed I decided to go as well. Apparently, I used to run with those guys back in the day. I wasn’t as bad ass as they were, but I was good with a camera and I used to film our adventures.

So I got my helmet camera, and my 9MM. I was super pissed I couldn’t find my Mossberg 500 (it’s a shotgun), Marcelo is super upset that I lost the shotgun that HE GAVE ME. I figured one of the people took with them when they went out to look for food. I see an old shitty rifle and for some reason I decide not to take it with me. I’m embarrassed by it. (WHAT THE HECK, BRAIN?! A SHITTY RIFLE IS BETTER THAN NO RIFLE AT ALL!)

My sister begs me not to go. She’s afraid something bad might happen to me, but I’m still angry. I want to kill some zombies to get back at them. So we walk out of the settlement and into another abandoned house. We see a group of zombies. Marcelo fires a shot, to get their attention.

Suddenly there’s LOADS of zombies coming to the house and I only have a goddamn 9mm. I’m shooting like a motherf- and I’m actually hitting them. Nothing happens, though. The zombies don’t die. They manage to get into the house. Danny is gone. Unidentified Dude is gone. Marcelo is like “WHACK THEM IN THE HEAD WITH YOUR GUN!” (I mean, sure if shooting them in the head wasn’t working, that’d definitely do the trick).

Zombie dog tries to attack me and I’m kicking it away. Whacking a Zombie in the head. I know I’m going to die. I think back to my sister telling me not to go. She was right. I should’ve stayed at the settlement. That’s when I wake up.

The funniest thing about this dream is that, I used to play this videogame called "War Z" (later renamed "Infestation") with a group of friends. It's set in a zombie apocalypse, of course. While the game was a LOT of fun, and while we DID have a blast, we sucked nuts at it. We were constantly being killed either by other players or by hordes of zombies. This dream made me think of those gaming sessions. I wonder if it was because I played FIFA with one of them last night... hmm...

I remember "waking up" in bed. Light from morning is coming in the window. As I get out of the covers I notice that all my fingernails are bare except my thumb, even though I painted them just last night. I think to myself that this is really odd, but I don't think to RC because I believe the paint got rubbed off on the covers. Dangit..

I was with my friend S. We were staying together in a hotel in [some city]. We had just woken up and were heading out for our days' activites, whatever they might have been. Our first order of buisness was to go to breakfast. S wanted to go to a starbucks but I told him that we went there yesterday and that they were too expensive. I told him I thought there was another coffee shop just down the road that was closer and less expensive, and we decided to go there.

We ran into some sort of gang or criminal group on our way to get breakfast.

...

Next thing I knew we were going to this really fancy restaurant. I remember we drove separate cars and I drove my family's old van. I remember when I got out and removed the key the engine didn't stop. I then saw that the passenger side door was gone. These two older women were laughing at me because they thought that had happened because I was a bad driver.

"It doesn't matter because it's just a lucid dream anyway."

It took a few seconds for that thought to backtrack and I became properly lucid. I then took off flying above the building. I remember seeing my old high school crush and decided to re-connect with her. I landed and said 'Hi'.

...

The dream changed scenes. I thought I was waking up or losing the dream. I was in a class about programming video games. I was drawing this really intricate spiral design with a blue and brown colored pencil. The teacher of the class came over and told me that I should be paying attention.

...

Something to do with the beginning of the second Kung Fu Panda movie.

It was a very shinny day, it was very bright and hot. I was with too blonde girls. We were riding our pennyboard in the neighbourhood. We were going fast on the street, I even said that if I had a longboard, I will go more faster. Then we stop next a park and went under a tree.... (the dream continue but it's more personnel)

Another particularly vivid dream, this time with a good number more details recalled than that pizza dream.

I was at a house that looked like a much more modified version of my current home, complete with a second floor, big TV, and a pool in the middle of the living room, about the size of a ping pong table. Lots of different people were there, including my boss from work, my dad, my grandpa, and some random people.
This dream was sort of a hodge-podge of everything going on in my life recently. It was all topped off when...
One of my old best friends from, like, 7 years ago appeared (I'll refer to her as K). This coincides with real life, since K texted me out of the blue just the other day. Just as in real life, it had been a while since we had seen each other in the dream's story, so K expressed her surprise at seeing me. Curiously enough, she was closer to the age she was when I last saw her, rather than how old she is now. She immediately wanted to go swimming (since that's what we used to always do), so we decided to do just that.
While we were swimming, my boss called me over and asked me about Luigi's Mansion (for whatever reason, great game though). And then the random events just kept happening when my dad announced he had to go. He slipped on old-time Japanese wooden sandals (I'm starting to not understand the connections here ) and slipped out the front door.
"Dad! Where are you going?!" I asked him, upset he was leaving.
"I've got work to do!" he yelled back.

And that's where it ended. I felt sad waking from this dream, it was fun seeing all these people I don't usually get to see anymore.

I recall only some things. I was holding the door to a shelter, to keep monsters out of the room. There was a flower in a flower pot in the room, I took it out of the pot and threw somewhere.

I was in a big warehouse store shopping for random things, and found these two barstools I really liked. They looked a bit like the one I have now, with the weird beige seats. I wanted to get them both, but I couldn't fit them in the cart, and when I tried stacking them on top of each other I just failed miserably and dropped them... so instead I kept going, looking for something else. The next thing I wanted was a baby stroller... not stroller, but those things that are sort of like beds but have a canopy and wheels? Bassinet, I think. It was so cute, all green and white, and had these little buttons that made noises when you pushed them. So I wheeled that up to the registers, but then my phone rang and someone told me not to buy it because we didn't have the money, nor did I have a baby. I was really upset and put-out by that and left it sitting by the register.

Cory was arrested for DUI, and I was really pissed off and depressed about it. I didn't even bail him out, I just left him in there, and he was being a massive dick and when I told him that I couldn't believe he'd drive my poor car while he was drunk, he admitted that he did it all the time. He wasn't sorry about it at all, he was just annoyed at me. It kind of blew my mind and broke my heart a little, and I wanted to cry. But I didn't want anyone to know I was crying because of that, so I walked over to the library and went inside. In the back, in between some rows of bookshelves, there was a little memorial for someone who died on that spot. A few people sat around it looking sad, so I joined them, that way I could look sad about something else. I don't remember all the people there, but I remember there was a gay couple that were just bawling their eyes out, and Thor from the Marvel movies was there talking about 'glorious deaths' and whatnot. I think at one point he was bragging about his girlfriend and spinning Mjolnir around. They eventually realized I was there for a different reason and instead of mourning, they all tried to comfort me and told me that he was totally in the wrong for acting like it wasn't a big deal.

There was a dream I don't remember much of, but I was in a department store and going through the toy section. I remember walking by the bicycle aisle, and through an aisle with all kinds of cool action figures. I think those cool gashapon figurines I was eyeing on eBay were there.

I'm working with several others to get tags for a lot of untagged merchandise so it can go back to the sales floor. We seem to be working in the dark in an empty storefront, which is a much larger space than the small security desk that I'm used to. We're also working in the dark, which doesn't faze me. What does get my attention is that I'm having equipment troubles trying to print tags, but miraculously, I find the right tags on the desk. The phone rings and I try to answer it since I'm the closest person, but I can't figure out how the system works. There are so many buttons! I hit one and accidentally answer on speakerphone -- or so I think. One of our assistant managers is on the line and praises someone on our team. Then another person comes over and points out that I'd put the call on the PA system so it was broadcast throughout the building.

One of my team members needs to be treated by a doctor, and I join her husband in the waiting room to give some support. The doctor tells us that they'll have to amputate the woman's foot. He gives me a folder with some more information on recovery from amputations. I start leafing through it and notice that it's full of jokes! I'm somewhat in shock, wondering who the hell put this together and thought it was appropriate to add the jokes.

I step outside and see a restaurant that I want to try since I'm not always in the downtown area at lunchtime. It's a strange set-up. I enter the building on the ground floor, but the dining room is apparently in the basement. I head down a flight of stairs but don't see a host stand to wait at to be seated. I start moving towards the back of the room and find myself in the kitchen. There's a pale guy wearing a suit, and I realize he is the owner. He ignores me, but I don't linger in the kitchen too long. I head back to the stairs and see there is a large line snaking around the staircase. The owner comes over, and it turns out that he is working double duty as host. He tells a couple in line that there's a two-hour wait to get a table.

I head outside, irritated that I'll have to find someplace else for lunch. I find myself wandering around a parking deck, trying to find my way back to the street to look for other restaurants. Somehow, I end up back in a car. I start driving down the road, but the car seems to veer towards crowds of people lining the right side of the street. I panic, wondering why the car is heading straight into the crowd, and it veers suddenly to the left.

I'm now in a hospital room where my sister is in bed. She is complaining about how she contacted a childhood friend about her illness, but her friend never responded. I tell her it doesn't seem likely since we've had a falling out with the whole family. There's a bar(!) at the side of the room and I offer to fix her a drink(!). She points out that she can't have too much caffeine but "8 oz of Coke should be okay." I'm trying to measure out 8 oz. when I hear her talking to someone. I turn around and there's the mother of the ex-friend, yelling at my sister to that we'll never hear from her family again because our dad insulted them. I start to argue back, wanting to protect my sister, but I wake up.

Some long elaborite dream about a football game taking place on campus. My extended family was there and my grandparents were exceptionally annoying in-dream. I also recall us having some problem with parking our cars.

I had to sneak away and help these people hide a dead body before the police found it.

I feel as though I have had this dream at least twice before today, but only recalled it this morning. The setup is always exactly the same:

I am a covert spy/assassin working for some sort of government agency. High tech gear, intense training, and an assistant that I can communicate with to help me hack doors and all that. My mission is to find and kill someone inside this lodge that appears to be in the middle of the desert. I only have a limited amount of time as my assistant is trying to convince the government not to drop an anti-mutant bomb to stop something bad from happening.This time I run out of time almost as soon as the mission starts.

"Get out of there, you're out of time!"

I haven't had a chance to even walk inside to investigate the lodge. A nuclear blast goes off in the distance and a wave of fire engulfs me and the lodge building. I am left completely unfazed but the lodge is instantly ignited. I hear people screaming as they are burned alive. I then see the slenderman standing in front of the flames in the main door of the building. For some reason, he has a really large round head. This is what causes me to become lucid, because I know I have seen this scenario before.

I am a covert assassin so I pull my pistol off my belt and fire at him. No effect. Somehow, he gets to be right in front of me. I reach for my combat knife but it is already gone. There is a metal pole that was blasted out of the lodge laying on the ground next to me. I grab it and stab him in the chest up through the top of the head. His flesh sort of feels like putty. He does sort of reel back and go "urff" as if this is hurting him, but he grabs me in his tentacles and starts to pull me apart.

Before the dream ends, I try to say "Stop, I am not afraid of you!" but nothing audible is heard and the dream ends anyway.

By no means scared, but somewhat annoyed that I could not speak. I guess the scenario is so overblown and trying so hard to be scary that it ends up coming off as rather silly.

I considered that it could be a scenario that I am subconsciously afraid of but not aware that I am afraid of. (A short story I was working on with S explored this exact concept yesterday.) As such, I have had my fill of that theme and do not need a dream to further explore it.