non-lucid

one am wake up...
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job interviw on the street corner. night crawler dream. day time. is there a murder?

3am wake up
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Sitting with Jake Gyllanhal in a caffe. He's my boss. He is saying very repugnant things. I have the feeling like I want to leave.

6:30 wake up
J am sitting in my kitchen filing waffles with syrup. I want to get a little syrup in each little divot without getting any on the plate. My friend and I are trying to decide if it's better to fill slowly from the same place or to try to hit each one separately. We aren't eating the waffles, just filling them with syrup.

In another dream I am dreaming about dreaming. I'm on a street corner having a conversation with a homeless person in a gray trench coat.

I was attending my astronomy class. It was being held in the basement of my house for some reason, and we were taking a test. (I feel like I dream quite a lot of having a class from school being held in the basement of my house.) We actually do have a test today as well.

I was going through the test and it was really hard. I remember at some point I had to get another pencil out of my backpack but the professor thought I was looking at a cheat sheet that I had hidden and took my test away and gave me a 0.

I sat there for a few minutes but didn't become lucid. Then everyone left but the prof was still mad at me. He told me to stop eating in class because I had gotten popcorn all over the floor and that I had to clean it up. I told him that there was no popcorn on the floor and that I hadn't eaten anything. I looked back at where I had been sitting and there was popcorn all over the floor. Not just like the crumbs that got away, though. It was like somebody had spilled five packs of popcorn under my seat. (Oh come on, subc, that's just being a dick.)

I got yelled at for a few more minutes about how I was going to fail the class and get in trouble for my conduct or whatever.

-WBTB-

I was at a very upscale hotel. I recall it being one of those indoor courtyard hotels. Very contemporary design, a lot of white. I am there for some kind of convention for lucid dreamers or something similar to that.

Also, dream guides and other characters were 'real' in this world and were attending the convention as well. I recall waiting in a line to get wristbands, and dreamers and dream characters got different colored wristbands. Every dreamer got a number that matched with his dream characters that was also on the wristband. My number was 104 I think.

Quite a bit actually happened that I can only vaguely recall. I know my parents were there, though they really didn't seem to want to be there, however. My dad was acting really grumpy because he thought that lucid dreaming was stupid and that there shouldn't be a convention for it. My mom told him they should go to the restaurant and eat something. (Very grounded in reality, both in the fact that my dad doesn't like lucid dreaming, and that he gets grumpy when he is hungry...)

I didn't go to the restaurant with them, though. I wasn't hungry and I had to wait around for my persistent dream characters to arrive at the convention. I didn't see them waiting in the line, so I decided to wait for them by the front door of the hotel. I went to go looking for them.

As I explored, the hotel morphed from the modern upscale design where everything was white to a log cabin/skiing lodge kind of appearance. I then became lucid randomly and did a nose pinch RC just to confirm. I was very happy that I was lucid and wanted to find something interesting to explore in the dream world.

I eventually found this library room. Everything seemed to be super huge though. I remember when I walked in I noticed that my head only went up to the top of the first bookshelf. Also, the library looked very old. The shelves were made of a dark wood and the books were all older looking. I remember trying to look at some of the books because I wanted to see if they were like the books in Harry Potter where the words and characters on the page can move. But whenever I tried to look at a book it would fly off the shelf and flap its pages like wings and position itself somewhere else.

I came into what felt like the center of the library. There was this big indoor garden built up on what I guess was a desk or table. It seemed like a really low and wide desk/table. The garden at first just looked like a bunch of unusual plants in pots. I remember thinking that it was just the same three or four plants repeated over and over. I remember one of them having leaves that were partially colored purple, and another being a very vivid green colored bamboo.

I decided to see if I could talk to the plants and ask them about where I was. I tried to channel my energy into and ask them what was up. I just heard a bunch of small, childlike voices say 'Okay!'.

This dream character who looked kind of like Marcus appeared. Though he gave me a vibe of my grandfather. He looked like sort of a mix between the two, though his voice was that of my grandfather. He told me something about this garden in the library housed the only specimen in the world of some kind of toxic plant that could kill you if you ate just 10 milligrams of it.

The garden had become much more impressive. It was now a small indoor mountain made of a light grayish rock. There was a small waterfall going down the side and the same plants that had been repeated in the pots were now much larger and growing all over the mountain. At the bottom was a pond with koi fish in it.

He told me we had to climb the stone mountain to see the rare poisonous plant. I threw up for no reason. I got worried that I had thrown up in my bed in waking life.

We climbed to the top to see the plant. When we got to the top I saw what looked like some kind of fungus growth coming out of the highest rock on the mountain. It was a big round dark purple blob with roots stretching out all around. When I looked more closely at the roots I realized that they were all rows of ants.

Then the fungus opened up like a clam or a walnut splitting open. The inside was an eyeball but black with a purple iris and it looked at me and started emitting some cloud of dark yellow gas.

We went back down the moutntian. Me and the DC were both kind of shaken by what had happened. It's around here that I lose recall of what happened, but know that there was more content to the dream.

Sci-fi rewatch
I'm reading a rewatch on tor.com by "krad" of some scifi show that seems kind of familiar. It has some characters I recognize, including Stargate's Jack O'Neil and Carter and Galaxy Quest's Fred Kwan. krad likes the early seasons, but says it kind of goes off the rails in later seasons.


At my parents'
I'm with my family at my parents' house. It's a raised ranch [like we had when I was a kid], and we're all downstairs. My older son is sitting at a table playing a game about pterodactyls while the rest of us are mingling.

Now I'm heading upstairs. Near the top of the first flight, the stairs become incredibly narrow - maybe six inches - and I remember moving the wall to make space for whatever's on the other side, but I don't remember it being THIS tight. I can see my sloppy drywall work near the corner. I'm almost through, but I'm stuck, with both walls pressing on my upper chest. I should be able to use my arms to pull me past the sticking point - I'm not *that* stuck - but for reasons I don't understand, I can't seem to get my arms out. The only reason I can think of is that bending them is flexing my muscles, making them too big. I try to straighten them out and finally manage to get them out. I feel so weak, like I've already exerted myself a great deal. My stepfather is coming up behind me and asks if I need help, but since I've got my arms free I tell him I think I'm OK, I'm just really tired from doing <something> earlier in the day, and manage to pull myself free. I don't understand how my parents can use those stairs, since I have a fairly small frame and my stepfather is a lot taller and a bit wider than I am.

Now we're all upstairs. I'm helping Mom dish up. My son is asking us if we want to play his game, and I decline since it's almost dinner time. I do a quick headcount and realize my third daughter isn't here, then I catch sight of her out a window. I'm going to call to her, but then I realize she's already coming inside. I wonder where we're all going to sit, but Mom says to sit anywhere we like. I hate open-ended stuff like that, but before I say anything else she tells us that she and her husband are going to be sitting in the recliners in the family room, so I feel better.

I took my uniform and went to work. As I was wandering a forest, suddenly I got teleported back to my home, to a family reunion. I was confused, and watched as family was talking about something I can't recall.

I wound up in a super unstable lucid dream. I knew it was a dream, but when I looked at my hands, my fingers looked normal. So I tried the trick where I put my finger through my palm, which also didn't work. Then I moved to holding my nose and I could still breathe, so... successful reality check. Though I was pretty annoyed about all the instability and my dream not acting "normal". I stood there in the room and tried out some things to see how much control I had. Zero! First I attempted to power up, so I balled my hands into fists and tried going Super Saiyan. There was a slight static feeling, but nothing else happened. So then I tried making a ki ball and shooting off a little energy blast. That didn't work either, even when I tried to visualize the energy flowing up through my hands. Super annoyed at this point, I climbed up onto a staircase and jumped off, bellyflop style. I can ALWAYS fly when I jump off something. But nope, not this time! I just flat out landed on the carpet. So there I was, on the carpet, moving my hands around on the floor to feel the texture of the carpet in an attempt to stabilize the dream somewhat... and then all my annoyance made me lose my lucidity. After that, I wound up in some dream with Seru, but it was so fuzzy I can't remember much other than there was something I wanted to do for him, but I was avoiding it because I was afraid I'd fail. I think it involved writing something? You know, it might have been a poem. Oh my god, would I really be so lame as to write sweet poems for people? Ugh. There was also something involving some really blocky landscape I was flying over. It looked a lot like a 3D landscape version of some of the levels in Super Mario World.

I went to the grocery store to pick up something yummy, and picked out this breadstick-looking thing. I was driving my car home, and I had this big cup with this beadstick in it next to me in the driver seat, but I think it was more of a... I can't remember what they're called. Those bread rolls with filling in them? They're usually kept in fridges? I don't know, but it was cold and I knew had strawberry-banana filling. But hell, it was a dream, it could've been an actual breadstick with strawberry-banana filling in it. Weird stuff.

I was in a festival in a small town a bit far from mine (I don't recognised exactly which). It was already dark, the town was full of colourful lights and music, and everyone were out partying. I was with my girlfriend and some other people, and I suddenly realized that we didn't have a way to get back home at the end of the night. I phoned my dad because he took us there and he could still be around, but he was gone and he had already arrived my hometown. I took a look on my cell looking for someone from my hometown who could be there, but I found no one (and it was really hard for me to use my cell). I stayed for a while thinking how to go back later, but finally I didn't mind about it and kept partying.

[Time lapse]
After some hours I'm walking the streets, now with some different friends. One of them has the looking she had years ago, when I first met her. We leave the festival, like we are going home, but I don't really know whose home are we going to. After the dream, I realized those streets were similar to some from my hometown.

[Time lapse]
We arrive a place made of wood, looks like a skiing resort, but I don't remember going that high. There's many people with elegant clothing, and I think I wasn't with my friends by then. There, still outdoors in front of the main entrance, I find an extrange pice of furniture designed to keep hats on it. They are all the same; white fancy sailor's hats, with golden cords and emblems. They look so ridiculous to me that I start climbing the selfs, steping over those hats and laughing.

[Time lapse]
I'm in the front of a house, still dark, and there are some people who I can't recognise. Suddenly, a furious man comes, holds one of my legs (making me fall to the ground) and starts pulling me to the street. Then, hidden next to a car, he takes a long PVC pipe and holds it over his head, threatening to hit me. In that moment, a friend appeared (now awaken I don't recognise him), took that PVC pipe away from the furious man and threw him to the ground. The man who tried to hit me started then yelling about how we couldn't hit him because of him being someone very important. Then, suddenly, I see an scene (I'm not there) of that man in a hospital bed.

6.15.15

this few days ago

I'm still sleeping from noonish till 9-10pm coz night shifts

I'm with my mom, standing in the building at the border chackpoint. We are about to enter Iran. We are lat through and it's very hot. I can tell above 100F. We are on an asphalt walkway gently curving to the left, with some fields that are getting dry because of the summer heat. Those are some kinds of sports fields and the path is part of some self-guided sightseeing tour. My mom shows me some pamphlet and I'm like you srs want to go this way? There is nothing here. We are in Iran, lets go see some cities or something, but not these sports fields. But there is a picture of some playground, and I thought there will be some gym equipment and I'm srs upset that my mom wants to do that.

6-15-2015

I was wearing flip flops and there were several cockroaches on a tile floor. I kept stepping on them to kill them. I had to step on them twice, the second time aiming for the head. I was not terrified at the mass of roaches (as I would have been irl). This was the only thing that really surprised me in the dream. Sorry there is no more for this dream. I forgot much of the other dreams I had last night. However, this one stuck with me.

I was at an ice skating rink with no ice skates on, although I still skated. I went to sit down and then I heard people talking about a walking contest. I went over and won easily! that's all I remember, the other part of it was all blurry.

I was at Busch Gardens and I walked up to this strange door and opened it. inside was some STAIRS- leading to an ELEVATOR- (dream signs) I went in and saw a dead guy with a trash bag on him. So I took the elevator to the - floor and noticed that there was NO GOING BACK. First I heard many voices calling my name. It freaked me out. Next thing I know a guy with a ski mask jumps out and scared me to death! I started backing up and bumped into a guy with a white mask! I started running and found some more stairs, opened a door, and found a couch. I went to sit down and then I heard the voices again! I observed the room trying to look for them. I heard the voices again and turned around and saw everybody involved. I felt so mad and relieved at the same time! I noticed myself turning into a fat old guy at this time. Amazing how vivid Nightmares are isn't it?

They were making a second Napoleon Dynamite movie. It was going to be called Napoleon Dynamite: Armageddon. The plot had something to do with the main character (I can't remember his name, I haven't watched the movie in years.) going on vacation with his new girlfriend in Mexico and all of these hyjinx happen.

Many people were concerned that the movie wasn't going to be as good as the first or that it was going to ruin the characters.


I was in Germany, driving on the autobahn. I drove out into the mountains to go to a cabin that somebody owned. When I got to the cabin it was a secret command center for a nuclear missile launch site.

I was at a forest inspectorate, to start a two week apprenticeship. I entered a meeting room, and Safety and Health course started. After a an hour, a forest inspector that would be my boss appeared. Suddenly, I found myself in forest. It was warm evening, beams of light spread between canopies of trees.

Morning of June 15, 2015. Monday.



This dream starts out with a fairly clear and detailed scenario (like one of yesterday’s dreams) yet does really not make any sense - and also, like my other dream, I am not directly involved at any point.

There is a group of people who are trying to escape from another group of people, possibly the main people behind a new infrastructure who want to eliminate certain descendents in certain families. There are mostly dark-haired males who are the targets. Some of them are hiding in a mostly empty wooden building (I assume one storey). There is one person who has been chosen to retrieve and remember vital information, in the form of numbers, from newer people coming in to hide in the building (though which are apparently unlikely to survive due to the other people discovering their hideout), to eventually leave to report them to someone else. This does not have any logic to it at all, as the numbers relate to important data concerning human populations - a number for each town in a larger region it seems (and a total of about seven or eight numbers at least), yet it is only the partial value in decimal, for example 0.891426 or similar. The whole numbers (the most important, and in fact only relevant part) are missing, which of course renders the decimal part pointless unless someone can impossibly match the whole number with the decimal part. (Apparently, there is another group of people who have the whole number values). As it is, it still does not make any sense, as you cannot have a fractional person (thus the number would only be a whole number anyway).

At any rate, the person gathering the decimal values is able to get out as their enemies find the hideout and most of them are killed. From here, my dream fades or shifts into another situation and my dream-self has no knowledge of the outcome of the previously established scene. (This dream segment was likely based on seeing the “Arrow” episode “Left Behind” the night before - where they were trying to work out the significance of part of a list of numbers though which had different context for the most part.)

Unlike the previous situation, I am fully in-body and actually in my dream. I have to get somewhere, possibly for delivering information, or perhaps finding a location to select for residence (which seems more likely). Still, it is not that clear. What I do know is that there is the idea that the railroad tracks I will be walking parallel to for much of the way give off powerful electromagnetic radiation (which supposedly eventually kills a person or greatly shortens their life), which is something to do with how the trains run. (Supposedly it is safe to be on the trains, just not on the outside near the tracks). This also seems to relate to some sort of conspiracy where people are warning others due to the government not giving this information about the serious dangers.

Even so, I walk along late at night and hear and feel a strange buzzing, which seems to have an effect on my perception (very vivid, but not dawning lucidity). It is an isolated area without many land features. There is one train station (which is supposedly safe) though I keep walking, not feeling endangered, yet somehow aware of the radiation entering me.

I was pushing my motorbike in a building, then I saw someone with his scouter getting in the elevator. I said to myself: ''ok if he is doing, me too I can do it''. I push my bike and get in the elevator. There was some people in the elevator. The guy with the scouter told me ''nice bike bro'' and I reply ''thanks''. ..............CutOff Of The Dream............... The elevator became more bigger, I decided to put my bike in a better position. There was an asian couple who was watching me.
...............CutOff Of The Dream................
Now the elevator transform into a subway. A man was telling me in dutch something, and then he realize I was French. He tried to speak French(with his dutch accent) and I said to him :''ich spreche deustch(I speak dutch)'' but he said ''no don't worry we can speak french''. Then we get out of the subway. We were walking on the road. Then he told me that he has an interview with a journalist about ''how will be summer in France this year''. So I let him go and I continue my way.

I'm riding in the passenger seat of a vehicle. I never look anywhere except out the window so I have no idea who is driving or what type of vehicle I'm even in. It felt like a car for the most part but at times it felt like I was on a bus too.


I'm going down a intersection with lots of businesses in my field of vision. The buildings are very vivid. I start to notice graffiti on all the buildings as they passed by. Every single building had at least one thing spray painted on it with black paint. Most of them had the letters DRE or DREO in bubble letters.*


One building was a car wash with it's own businesses sign blacked out by the paint and under it someone wrote "Shitty car wash."*


My assumption was a gang member had went on a wild graffiti spree the night before and I was amazed at how many buildings he was able to hit before or likely without getting caught especially in the span of one night. All the writing matched so it all had to come from the same person.


Many many buildings in a row all had been sprayed with the exception of just one that had a huge fence surrounding it but sure enough the next one was sprayed.


What I found most amazing of all was the places the graffiti was found on all the buildings. It was all placed way high up on the buildings to where the person would of had to of gotten access to the roof and not just that but would of had to hang in some fashion while "tagging" all these buildings.*


The thought of being at those heights dangling in what had to of been a homemade strap device of some sort made me squirm in my seat.