non-lucid

Me and by brother and a group of indistinct people are wandering a grassy landscape in search of food. We see a white rectangular building up ahead at the top of a hill. we enter through the top. This floor seems empty, but somehow we know that the floors below lead to the world of another species. We split up and I walk through hallways. The place is like a hospital, and I enter a room from which noise is emanating.

It's a voice, being projected from a device like a radio, but not a radio and not in my line of sight. White sheets hang from lines strung across the room. As I am crawling through them to reach the side with the noise, A woman of the species comes "crawling" towards me. She slithers towards me gracefully, her movement can best be described as like a weightless piece of silky thin fabric being blown along the ground. She is naked, she is bigger than a human, her limbs are longer than human limbs, her hair is long and blonde and her eyes are bright, and she is smiling. A splotch of grey-shaped like a rorschach ink blot, darkens her pale face. upon seeing her I am both comforted and...turned-on (even though I'm straight).

She tells me she will bring us to her people, but we need to stay with her or they will try to hurt us.

Wandering through a drab foggy wasteland. whites, greys, browns, stone colors. ramshackle buildings sit in cramped rows. Walls made of grungy wood and metal. torn cloth hangs from lines and sways gently in the wind. I call for *, and then I call for ~. Neither of them answer. There are people, but they are indistinct and grey, and they go about their business silently. I don't feel anything from them. No warmth, compassion, or recognition. I feel that they can hear and see me calling out, but they don't care.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the dully reflective surface of a sheet of metal, and walk closer for a better look. my expression is hopelessly sad, I look wraith-like, wearing a tattered white shapeless dress. My hair is limp and knotted. My visage fits right in with the landscape. the right eye is partially faded, so I swipe my hand across my face to bring it back.

emotional content was strong- depression, hopelessness.

I half woke up and was stuck in an inbetween state full of racing thoughts for less than a minute.

Gathering downtown
I'm using Waze while driving in a city. I'm unsure about following its directions due to how much it likes using left turns, but it's OK because all the one way streets make it easy. I end up parking some distance from my destination. I'd been planning to take the bus the rest of the way, but it's really full and I'm carrying a box, so I decide just to walk. On the way I see Chris and Jeff and wave to them. I happen to catch a bit of their conversation and call out an insult about Jeff's getting old.

Now I'm waling into a large hotel. An imperious man at the door directs me to my inlaw's gathering. Now I'm in a smaller room with a bunch of people, talking. A random guy comes in and we need to help him with something. I leave the room with him. Now I see my father-in-law talking to the imperious guy, so I show them the way to the room. When we get there, the doors are closed with an "only open in case of emergency" sign on them. I stop, confused, but they open to reveal an older man I don't know. He says he's fiddling with the doors to figure out how to keep out people who don't belong.

Now we're wandering around the main space which is a Christmas shop. We're looking for a certain kind of ornament, but we can't find it. I say it may be because the store won't restock until people get back from Florida in the spring.

Mazikeen's picking up a crow for me, telling it that it's not going to get out of our deal. There's always an excuse.

"What excuse?" says the crow. "I'm not trying anything. I'm just pointing out I've got mouths to feed."

Many people do. But she counts the children in the nest, six of them. She initially seems not to care, saying something about distributing its belongings; but then she says something about giving them time to "grow into it." The crow's got one more year.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A group of people sitting around a round table, while I'm standing. There's a woman who is composed of three women superimposed over each other, two living, one dead and decayed but still conscious due to her connection to the other two. I'm speaking to one of the living ones, Lily, the one who belongs to this reality, and offering a way to separate her from the other two. She has doubts. The other two are in favor of it. They ultimately agree.

Later, I'm reading an account of the deaths of that group who'd been sitting around the table, a kind of organization I'd led. I'd made a deal on behalf of those three women, and to hold up my end of the deal, I was away for a long time; I think of this as abandoning that group. There was a fire. I'm reading a note to the effect that the group itself will reappear in some form or another, but the people I'd abandoned are dead.

I was dreaming about an event that keeps happening. It's like a game where I failed a task and so I have to do it all over again. Something about being caught or something waking up.

I was looking down at a map and seeing some marker that represents me or us moving on a road from west to east. We reached an area and it zoomed in to the action. We're in a dorm of sorts. I kept failing the task and waking up or being caught. I had to do it all over. I tried thinking how else I can do it where I won't fail.

I felt anxious.

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Notes:

- I was feeling sick. Headache and all, and my body aches due to training in Ninja Academy. It was also awfully hot.
- Slept for like over 8 hours.

The Death of My Brother
I am with my Dad, sitting in a car. He shows me a text from my brother, which says something like ''In car wreck''. Dad goes on to say he's dead, the car is wrapped around a pole and went up in flames. I didn't believe him at first, but soon after the shock set in that he was probably telling the truth. I begin to think that I'll be the only one alive in my bloodline in the future. I start to think about the responsibilities that will be left for me as they pass, and feel it will be too much for me. The scene shifts to where an ambulance is. I see my brother on a trolley bed. There's a clear sheet over him. I have a slight feeling that he is OK, but soon realize that he had passed away. He looks a little disfigured which disturbed me. I only had a quick glance at him, so I wouldn't be too upset. Dad reassures that my brother is dead, by saying ''That's dead for ya''.

I'm now in a car with my Russ. He is in the backseat and I'm in the front. I ease into the news about my brother. I ask him if he heard the news about my brother. He says he didn't know a thing. I try telling him about it, without getting emotional. We both well up a bit as I tell him. He starts to make a list of people on his phone, to who he needs to contact about the news of my brother. I take his phone and check the list. There's quite a few people, some of who I don't know well, or at all. I step up and tell him that I will do the calling for him. I feel quite nervous about doing it.

I'm at a house playing cricket. I am the bowler, and I'm using a small bit of sliced cheese, that I have rolled up as the ball. I think I see or hear my brother in a garage. I see him and have a sigh of relief that he isn't dead. A guy that's with him was the donor that saved his life. My Dad is with me and he sprays some kind of smoke on to himself, due to the man that saved my brothers life must have been sensitive to the environment. The man was overweight.

I come running out of the garage, naked, running around the corner where I was bowling from earlier. I try and put my underwear on, and end up putting them on, inside out. I do this with the pants also.
There's guy in his 20's that's near me. I have to decide to vote for him or Redfoo to be on the next show of XFactor. I tell the man that I will vote for him. The scene changes but the scenario is the same. I'm now at my house and I'm unsure on who I want to vote for. I think I tell Redfoo that I will vote for him also. I tell everyone that I'm voting. So I raise my hand and sway them back and forth towards the guys I'm needing to vote for/against. The man is giving Redfoo props on how good of a person etc he is. I believe it's a tactic to make him come across as a genuine nice person, which would lead for people to vote for him. Redfoo isn't too confident at this point and decides to walk into my room. I end up voting for Redfoo.
I run outside into the backyard to tell the other judges what the end voting was. I tell them that Redfoo won, which is a lie. I see Ronan Keating, and he doesn't believe me.

Side Notes
I woke up from this dream feeling pretty emotional. I was second guessing if something was going to happen to my brother, due to some of my dreams coming true in the passed. I do a bit of EFT to take the edge off.

-Dream 1

World went to poo and I was gathering items in my room.

Rescue trebuchet
I'm playing a game [maybe inside one?]. I'm standing on a cliff looking over some desolate land. A ways in front of me, some people are trapped in a station wagon that's suspended above the desert. I somehow rig up a trebuchet, then test it. The test projectile gets near the car, but doesn't hit it. Once I get it tuned, I'm going to launch myself.


Vacation reservations
I'm walking into a building while on vacation. It's mostly deserted, but there's a lady at a table asking if I want to make an appointment to go to the department store. The earliest time slot she has is eight AM the following morning. I decline her offer and keep walking, since I'm actually here to look at a selection of capes. Unfortunately, the selection is terrible, so I just leave.


Reporting tool
I'm at work, reading a ticket from one of our infra guys talking about upgrading some kind of reporting tool we use. He's not happy about it, since the new version is more expensive and under a worse license. He wonders if there's an open source tool for it. I wonder if the one I used years ago, the Apache project starting with B, would do the job. Before I can look it up to get the name, I'm pulled off on something else.


Fragments
I'm in a parking lot at night with my family and our pastor. We walk towards the road, since our cars are actually parked there. We talk as we go, then go our separate ways.

I'm at a table with my wife and brother-in-law. He doesn't seem to notice us as he talks to his father, asking what it is that I've done that makes my children obedient. Mine come when called; his ignore him.

I'm in a house, going back for something.

A man flies into a church in a hurry, and runs across an old friend he hasn't seen for a long time. He's excited to see his friend's still alive, but concerned to see he's not wearing his armor - he's in jeans and a t-shirt, and there's a sense that this means he's rejected a role, walked away from something. And there's a small scar by the corner of his mouth, that's new.

Unfortunately, there's no time to talk, he's running from something - he asks his friend for help, and his friend agrees, opening a portal for him. As he's about to pass through it, however, a group of people fly into the room, wearing armor like the kind his old friend used to have, shouting for him to stop - they're acting like both the portal and his old friend are a threat. From my 3rd person perspective's location, I can't see where that portal would lead.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm fighting someone, but I've stolen his weapons and made them my own - his cloud of mist, his glowing light. I feel a snap. I'm surprised to find he dies as easily as anyone else without his toys. Three of us who'd been fighting him together drive off, leaving someone behind to clean up.

I apologize to the man driving the car, someone I've been with for years now. That whole situation had been my fault - I'm saying I couldn't just follow instructions when I should have, and "Let it get too loud." He says, "And then it didn't anymore."

Sat 06/06/2015 2nd dream

To experience this dream while people read it I will try to go into as much detail as possible about what the church looks like.

(Those of you who have been to St James church Twickenham Middlesex will know what the church looks like from the inside).

My Church is Small it has about 18 benches either side two large alcoves at the end of a walkway, one to the right where a choir normally is with an electric organ,

One to the left where more people can sit and a podium to read the gospels.

At the Center alcove end down the end there is the altar and on every wall there are glass windows.

For this dream you will need to know about these locations

The Dream started of like as if I was going to play the organ like normal for a mass (I was not lucid at this point). There was still 15 minutes before mass started, so I had plenty of time to practice.

I went up to the organ to sit down and prepare to play, the organs keys were not there, instead was a PC Keyboard and if i touched the keyboard there was organ keys sounds coming out of it.
I thought to myself "how am I going to play the Portuguese National Anthem now?".

There were a lot of people who I knew there and some I did not who looked Portuguese. I was starting to get very concerned and left the organ to find the priest and asked what happened to the organ keys, I couldn't find him and ended up going back to the organ, then found the keys had returned and there was a choir and another organist sitting there, so I decided to take another seat and let them do the mass. A few minutes later the mass started and there was a woman 2 meters away from me holding some sort of candle, and another person holding a staff with a frock on the end. The candle set the frock on fire and both of them had to rush out of the church.

There was a lot of confusion at this point and the mass was stopped.

Everyone could see the women out of the window where the choir was and hear them shouting at each other.

It was then I realized this wasn't possible, because the real windows are above the ground, and these ones were close to the ground, so they had shifted position, I was starting to realise things were not as they seemed in life, then the women crashed through the window, I got startled, but then realised, This can not be real, I must be drea....

and woke up again.

Before I type this, I just want DV members to know, that normally, this type of dream would stay in a secret dream journal, because I would wan't want people in the world to know about a certain secret/passion of mine. I have come realise though this site I can share this secret, because if I get any emails about it, or replies from people I know, I will find out they are also DV members, also I would want to know if other share the same passion.

Sat 06 June 2015
1st Dream

I had entered this dream around afternoon time (dreamworld time) I had been going around a department store looking for a present for someone (not sure who) The store look kinda familiar and was big (I was still not lucid at this point), I went down an isle objects such as clothes and perfumes at my side, then I went an escalator to the next floor I saw a large square in the middle of the floor covered with various gifts but one in particular caught my eye. The was 2 boxes large long like big oblong with a see through window and my passion in plain sight. The boxes had large uninflated balloons 24 inch (round) in them. At this point I had to hold myself from making any reaction, because there were to many people around, there were even more balloons around other kind of stalls, I knew if I made to much of a reaction my secret would be exposed, I decided to walk away take a breather, the price wasn't bad either £10.94 I thought why not (I can find a way to hide them), then I came back and tried purchase one box. the box was being in a raffle rather than a sale. I was disappointed but thought (it is not meant to be) so I was about to walk away when suddenly I noticed that the box had got smaller, and asked if that was the box that was there a while ago, the sales woman who I spoke to said "yes, it hasn't been changed, why do you ask"

At this I realised "I must be Dreamin....

And Woke Up, cursing in my mind that from that point I wasn't able to stay lucid and enjoy a deep desire of mine.

I was standing atop a rock platform, floating in the space surrounded by black, jelly substance. I had to jump to the other platforms, but when I tried strong wind pushed me into space, and when I touched jelly I've got teleported to my house.

I appeared on the coach in the living room. My mother appeared and said: "Wind pushed you out? There's a combination that can stop the wind, so you could try again." Then she took a Rubik's cube, and after making a combination I got teleported again.

I landed in a ghost town from western films. Whole place was surrounded by green-gray jelly, and there were huge fishes resembling dinosaurs swimming in it. There were weapons scattered around. I looked around, and saw that the whole town was taken by cultists of Tchernobog.

I sneaked past a few of them, and found Springfield rifles used in WWII behind a church. There was a salloon in front of the church. Atop the high building, there were cultists waiting with bundles of TNT for me to appear. I jumped from behind the corner and started to shoot.

Cultists with shotguns and rifles ran around like crazy, trying to shoot me all the time. Cultists from the rooftop threw TNT spreading destruction all around. My rifle was so strong that it knocked enemies many metres back.

When I finally shot down all those brown robed men, a huge fish from the jelly started to swim in my direction. I tried to run away, but the fish was getting closer.

6.5.15

Afternoon sleep 12:30pm-6:40 pm

I notice a small bump on my left hand pointy finger. There is something in it. I pull it out and its some kind of a tiny fly, like a gnat. Tiny black body, long legs. It's all wet from the fluid in my bump. As I'm holding it in the tweezers, it dries off, spreads it's wings and now it's a tiny butterfly. I can clearly see the antenae, larger upper and smaller lower wings. It has dark read, brownish and black pattern. Someone walks up to me and I tell him with alarm that this thing just came out of my finger. That's when it flies away. I know I have to catch it or it will lay it's eggs in somebody again. I take a swat but miss. I finally pinch it mid-air with my left thumb and pointy finger. I feel two stings, one on each finger. I'm like great, now I have 2 bites.

That person that walked up to me earlier, I can't decide if its a male or female. I think it's both, he/she is a friend but I'm cautious with him/her. He starts squeezing my finger to get the deposit out and puss and some blood is squirting out. I think I still should go to a doctor to get some antidote for the parasite.

(I dedicate this dream to a friend who likes to watch bot fly larvae removal videos)

I don’t know how the dream began, but this is the furthest back I can remember. I was with my mother and some other people. I’m not sure what we were doing. Suddenly, some of my teeth began to become loose so I pulled them out. I looked in the mirror though and it didn’t seem like I had lost so many, I only noticed one spot, and I’m not sure if the gap was right.

The dream later changed to be more like a video game. I was playing with a guy and my sisters. We were trying to steal a pirate ship that was docked. We died the first time we tried though. We later tried again and then retreated but the owners of the pirate ship chased after us. The owners were two caucasian teenage or young adult guys. The boss had light brown or dirty blond hair and I think his friend had brown hair. For weapons they had two daggers and a saber.

The order of events becomes a bit fuzzy after this point, mostly in relation to the pirate ship stuff.

The game became slightly less game-like and a bit more real, as in I didn’t view everything from 3rd person. Again, I attempted to steal from the pirate ship, but the boys chased after me. They chased me up many series of steps to the top of a platform. The leader held a dagger to my throat and threatened to slit my throat. I knew that I would not die in real life, but I still did not want to die. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but somehow I stalled them enough to slip out of the boys grasp and jump off the platform and soar away. I remember saying something along the lines of “Sorry, I don’t feel like dying” before soaring off. I soared to a white stone-brick tower a little ways away and landed at its entrance. I then ran up the stairs. The boys were fast though and after not long I could hear their feet stomping up the wooden stairs. I ended up getting to a balcony before they could reach me though and jumped off and soared away.

I soared to the ship while they were away and stole it. The ship somehow shrunk to kid size and it could no longer carry all of its items effectively. Many of its items floated in the water nearby, most of them food. My guy friend and I ended up gathering the floating items together and bringing them further out to sea, which was not far at all as our feet were still touching the ground. We later found a wooden shack though that we hid the stuff in. The pirates ended up coming looking for it but I don’t think they found it, or maybe they found us. I remember leaving for one reason or another anyways.

For some reason I ended up getting on a flying train with my sisters and a guy friend, but I’m not sure if it was the same guy (btw, not any guy I know in real life). The train was white with brownish floors had a sort of bubbly shape to, it sort of looked like a blow-up vehicle (like a bouncy house sort of feel). The train ride was very cool. We flew over beautiful nature landscapes, an ocean, and brilliantly lit city at night. Some of the buildings were all glass so that the whole building glowed. The city felt a bit familiar, like I might have dreamt about it before. During the ride though, a few strange things happened.

On the train, I somehow became pregnant, and the guy that had come on the train with me was apparently the father. The supposed father was pale and fairly tall with short black hair. He was busy during most of the train ride though and we didn’t really talk much. On the train was also my mother. I know we spoke to each other, but I can’t remember the details. All I know was that it had something to do with my pregnancy.

After some time, I had my baby. It was very weird though. Well, the whole pregnancy had been weird really. It had lasted only a short time and I’m not sure if I had any signs of being pregnant (no large belly). When I did “give birth” the baby actually just appeared outside of me and began walking around. The baby did not look like a newborn. They were very clearly toddler age. They had light skin and red hair like Disney’s Ariel. After only a few minutes they grew again and their hair grew halfway down their back. I tried to get their “father” to interact with them but they were always busy working. Not long after I woke up.

We were all in Dalton and Tim's bedroom, but I remember that it was very altered in the dream. Tim was being very mean to Dalton, for no good reason; he was so mean that Dalton was starting to cry. It was beginning to make me angry, because Dalton hadn't done anything to deserve that kind of mistreatment, and I was mentally preparing to lash back at Tim.

Reality: Dalton and Tim were fighting last night over money, and in fact it was kinda/sorta the other way around.