non-lucid

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.

I was wondering if I wanted to dream about something like that I was flying could I just set an alarm that while I was asleep it would say "you are flying. you are flying," and I would start dreaming about it? Would I be able to understand complex instructions like "you are in the jungle and flying," or would I not be able to force any dream at all with an audio recording even with lots of practice? Thank you for your answer!

1: I was playing a MOBA, some sort of cross between dota and smite. My friend was telling me to play this Athena character, so I obliged and started a game. The teams met in the jungle right off the bat and there was a crazy fight where I got around 3 kills. The scene then shifted so I was playing starwars battlefield 2 with my brother and friend, I think this was a re-imagining of an actual thing that happened many years ago.
2: My mum and I were packed up to stay at a hotel near our house. My brother was sick so he couldn't come, so my grandma came over to look after him/the house. We eventually found the weird pink hotel but we went back to the house, not sure if we'd forgotten anything or had a feeling or whatnot. Anyway when I got back I found all of the pots and pans being stacked inside of eachother trying to cook stuff. There were three pots inside eachother, all warped out completely with burnt pasta and sauce filling them. All of the cookware was ruined, so I tried to arrange everything and turn off the heat to salvage what I could when my grandma entered the room. She was super confused, asked me what I was doing, so I obviously yelled at her, "WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING!!!". She said she was trying to make a Thermomix out of our pots and stuff, and I kinda went on a rant about how stupid that was and how she was crazy etc. It got tense when my mum entered the scene as well, but then the dream started to dissolve. As it was I realized that it was a dream, but by then it was too late and I woke up.
I wanted to have a lucid so badly as I woke up lol, so I attempted for the first time to try a WILD/DEILD. Within a few seconds of me visualizing the dream continuing on I started feeling really heavy with vibrations. This triggered my gravity awareness RC which I've been practicing the last few days, which might of contributed to my failure as I got too aware/awake too early, idk. Anyway these super intense vibrations washed over me and I felt myself starting to get sucked into sleep/dream, when a voice appeared in my head sort of explaining what that dream had been about and the lesson I had learned from it. While this was really cool it brought me back and I couldn't complete the attempt. Factor in a noisy brother who was going to the toilet at the time and meh. For my first attempt though, it was a case of close but no cigar .

Morning of June 5, 2015. Friday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and I are watching at least three teenage girls from an unknown family, possibly (fictional) relatives. These girls seem to be curious explorers without caring much for other people knowing where they are at any point. The main part of my dream seems to be set later at night. For some reason, we are near an apparently abandoned building in an unfamiliar and unknown (unnamed) town or region. The building is somewhat reminiscent of a barn, but longer and could possibly be some sort of industrial warehouse, though the walls are not that high.

There is concern about a possible criminal in the area, though this is not clearly focused upon. I go into the building, which is completely made of wood and mostly featureless, and seemingly with a dirt floor (though this is not certain). I spend the rest of the time trying to work out where the girls went, trying to learn if they may be in danger or not. I do not feel directly threatened at any point, but I do not see anyone, either.

My dream becomes rather ambiguous concerning a wall on my right and a hall on my left, near the entrance into the building. I get the impression that at least two of them may be behind the wall, yet at the same time think they cannot be, because there is no door in that wall. At one point, I imagine a light shining underneath from the entire wall (though again without discerning any door).

Morning of June 5, 2015. Friday.



Abandoned filling stations (also called petrol stations or gas stations) are a very sparsely in-dream setting since earliest childhood. It is possible that they are a metaphor for feeling overtired prior to sleep and not having enough energy or “fuel”.

In an unlikely scenario, my wife and I are in an unfamiliar car and at an unfamiliar filling station (in a completely unknown region) which is seemingly abandoned although there is supposed activity now and then which apparently occurs at night (though I never actually see anyone else at any point), possibly related to cleaning up the site (though logically that would be more feasible during the daytime) or perhaps restoring the business. The building is to my right. Somehow, I am aware that our baby (possibly our youngest daughter though she is about a year older in reality) is in a baby pram closer to the building near the pumps (possible reference to breastfeeding). I am not sure where my wife is at first (I am apparently supposed to be watching the area and the baby) and am not sure why we are here or in fact why the baby is not directly with us in the vehicle.

There is a shift and I notice that our baby is not in sight. There also seems to have been the rapid unexpected passage of a day or more. I am concerned but yet also thinking that workers may have moved or taken her during the previous night or perhaps absentmindedly moved the baby pram without being aware she was in it.

Very worried, I get out to see where she could be. It seems to be the afternoon of the previous day. I notice that the baby pram is folded up and near an old oil barrel being used as a rubbish bin (which was behind the car and only noticed at this point). I also notice that some random items such as large cardboard boxes had been placed near the pumps. I open up the pram a bit (though not completely unfolding it as it seems damaged as if perhaps a truck ran over it) and am able to pull the baby out from the basket attached under the pram (with no contemplation over how she got there rather than being in the actual pram). She seems somewhat doll-like at first and I am very concerned if she is okay or not. Her eyes open and she moves her arms and legs, so I know she is still alive (even though that did not seem to be the case at first). I feel a sense of love and relief.

Situations like this, though quite ridiculous and “impossible” (at least in my family where we are always aware of where our children are), seem fairly common in some dream types.

Update: Although probably not true precognition, this article popped up after posting this today: http://www.abc.net.au/news/2015-06-0...icials/6523056

Morning of June 5, 2015. Friday.



I am near a small lake in a rural area in an unknown unfamiliar region, possibly in America, in the north. Although I am not lucid in any way, I am still aware that I have control over certain features of the environment, probably a sort of subtle telekinetic awareness that often occurs in dreams. Either that, or I have the nature of associations in being refreshed somewhat distorted as some sort of unlikely composite sequence (such as related to pouring water over your head when overheated mixed with the idea of swimming in a lake). Instead of (more logically) jumping into the lake to cool off, I raise my hands slightly to cause about two gallons of water from the surface of the lake to rise up and then fall onto me, which is quite refreshing. I do this a few times, with some sort of comedic dream within a dream awareness of having too much weight falling on me and thus falling over (though not in a problematic sense - being more like a silly stunt) - though again, this is only like a daydream within the “real” dream. Having control over water or the movement of it (such as even with tidal waves) has occurred at other times in my life.

Morning of June 5, 2015. Friday.



Haywire (Silas Weir Mitchell as in “Prison Break”) is throwing a lavish party in a small living room, though it does not seem all that crowded. He seems unexpectedly shy at some points, almost as if he regrets having all the people come to his house (the setting of which seems completely unfamiliar to me). There is a clear awareness of motion and laughter of the people who are present, not necessarily any other celebrities that I am aware of. Silas seems to be somewhat of a composite of the “real” Haywire and his “Grimm” persona (Monroe).

At one point, there is a dark brown horse in the room and a few people briefly pat it. Almost as if in an accelerated frame rate, Silas is astride the horse and dressed somewhat like a colonial soldier. The horse rapidly gallops through the room and leaps onto a table where the scene instantly freezes at the attempt of the horse to leap into Haywire’s painting (which of course is too small). Both horse and man are “frozen” as if in complete confusion (or a change of mind) at their attempt to go through the “portal” to escape the other people at the party. This is because the horse is too big to fit through the picture frame even if it were a true inter-dimensional portal, something that they (both horse and man) did not seem to realize until they were almost upon it. (The painting is to the right. I see the horse and rider in profile, facing right.)

Paintings that include a windmill have sparsely recurred throughout my life and always seem related to “escape” or an implied “better” place. Thus I found the “Prison Break” metaphor as such years after these dreams first began as quite amusing if not vaguely precognitive or of an archetypical association I am not yet aware of, although a windmill may simply represent the dreaming process itself.

I was in school. With a few persons I entered the toilet, and when I wanted to exit, the doors were closed. One person had keys, but they have broken when he tried to open the doors. I walked all around and examined the toielt. It was clean, and luckily there was no stench.

There was a window, but it was too high to reach, and there were no ways to open them. I entered one of the cabins and waited. Suddenly I heard some noises, and I went to check what's going on. I saw that the doors were still closed and thought "Why haven't we tried to kick them open?"

I kicked the doors with little to no force, and they opened setting us free. I headed towards the stairway, which was surrounded by student DCs and a DC teacher. They told me "Now! You have to do this!" I stood there confused, but then I realised that they want me to make RC. I did the nose-plug RC, but somehow it haven't made me lucid.

I ran towards the cloakroom, took my stuff from the locker and exited the building. It was cold and rainy. I followed three persons. They have noticed me, but I still followed them. I went away from them on a nearby crossroad, and entered a bus. I bought a ticket and sat down. When I did this, I travelled back in time.

I was an adventurer in XIV century. I was wandering a huge primeval jungle. My mission was to accumulate food, so we could stop crisis in Europe. When trying to take some fruits and wild growing potatoes, I was attacked by strange, colorfull birds. I knew they were a huge threat for my expedition, and fought with them using my sabre.

When they finally flewn away, I called for expedition. People appeared and took plants so they could grow them in Europe.