non-lucid

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I was watching some historical documentary on TV. It stopped at a scene on the beach and wasn't feeling like a documentary anymore. I started to resemble "Haven" airing on Scifi. The meteorites were falling. Sporadically at the beginning, quite often later. A bigger one destroyed the barn. Only burning remains were left.
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2.
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I was sitting on the bed with my ex-girlfriend and fantasizing erotically about her. (I'd like to remember more here... )
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Me and Charles Darwin venture fourth into a nighttime setting of what looks like something out of a storybook or Skyrim. We travel down a deep mine shaft and we ended up in a vast dark chamber of sand and dirt, we continued to look for the lost treasure. Darwin pulls out our treasure Map but we our puzzled by it, suddenly I make a conclusion that the treasure is right in front of us! We move sand and dirt out of the way with our hands and gold treasure in a chest gleams in our faces. But then a highlander type character appears behind us! Darwin, about to be hacked down instantly responds to the vicious attacker and decapitates his head with a sharp dagger from his side. I look at the decapitated highlander figure, his head hanging on by a layer of skin, then all of a sudden his head reforms back to his body in a strange mannerism, it reformed in a claymation type way. This really freaked me out so I stabbed him in the heart with a dagger subsequently killing him.

Beneath the gold was what we were really looking for, the Darwinian cube. I held the masterpiece in my hand as Darwin watched.
"What a brilliant cube." I said
Darwin explains to me how the cube holds the power to evolution and holds the secret to life, therefore we must handle it carefully because if we are to uncover the secret to life, we do not want to disrupt evolution by handling the cube.

The dream ends here. I thoroughly enjoyed this dream due to its awesome natural creative story and how realistic it seemed.

I've been an extremely lazy dreamer lately so there hasn't been much to write about, but this dream occurred the other night after creating my character for Dragon Age: Inquisition. The appearance editor was so detailed that I ended up spending almost three hours designing my character's face! So the "make-up artist" theme of this dream was obviously day residue, but toward the end it became a little stranger.

I was a make-up artist, and a client came to me to have her rouge re-applied. She had attempted to do it herself but it hadn't been going well. She had chosen a very dark wine-red, and I started by trying to apply symmetrical circles of it on her cheekbones, that I planned to blend in later. I, too, was having trouble placing them symmetrically, and had to keep daubing on new circles.

The young woman looked very different from when last I'd seen her. Normally she came to me once a week; how long had it been since we'd seen each other? I remembered that our schedules had been at variance for a couple weeks, and last week she had planned to come but I'd had to cancel, so we must have missed three appointments altogether. That meant I hadn't seen her in a month, and apparently during that time she had transformed her whole appearance.

I had noticed some red scaly patches on her skin and diplomatically refrained commenting on them. I was glad of my tact when I realized they were a tattoo! Two lines ran from the back of her neck over the rim of her skull on both sides and down her face in a V-shape, down her forehead, skirting her eyes, and then down her cheeks to meet at a point on her chin. "How did they do the texture?" I asked, genuinely impressed, as I ran my fingers gently over the tattooed skin, impressed how life-like the crocodile-skin pattern was, how red and shiny and raised in individually structured squares. I thought I remembered reading something about this technique, about how the ridges of raised skin had to be individually sewn into shape until they set.

I was dissatisfied with the outcome of my attempts to apply the blush and moistened a cloth to wipe it all off and start over. I realized that the color was wrong. I explained that the wine-red she had chosen was a good color for one in the peak of health, but she was under a lot of fatigue and needed to choose something more subtle for best effect. I had a sort of mauve that was way too bland and washed out, but decided finally on a softly muted orange-gold shade. Meanwhile I was only now noticing the full extent of the girl's new body modifications, and started asking about them.

She explained that she had been trying out a new job in Portland, Oregon. That didn't surprise me at all, given her new look. Her reasons for going didn't sound like the best, though. She explained that a guy had started working at her company, and she had found him despicable, but then she thought she might try out being despicable too, so she was working a stint at his company, which was in Portland. I wasn't sure how long she thought this was going to last, but held my tongue and hoped for the best. But why would she get face tattoos for a job that probably wouldn't even last? It might not matter to her current employer, but it could make it hard to get hired somewhere else later. Attitudes about tattoos are becoming a lot more relaxed, but large face tattoos are still regarded as somewhat extreme. I noticed that in addition to the large lines of red scaly skin, there were two other smaller tattoos on her face in different colors that I hadn't noticed at first.

"I can tell you've been to Portland," I commented obliquely, after she had finished her story.

"How?"

"It's the only place I've seen head piercings on a regular basis." I was deliberately choosing my words to describe an example of some extreme body-mod that she was not currently exhibiting, which was difficult because the longer I looked at her, the more modifications I saw. And even my attempt to be tactful by avoiding comment on her specific modifications backfired: at my words she promptly demonstrated that she had a head piercing as well, a thick chain threaded through two round holes in the crown of her skull. Hanging decoratively from the chain was an eight-ball. Had she been trepanned earlier, I wondered? If so then they only would have had to add a single extra hole to create the piercing. The rig looked very heavy, though. I remembered that pool balls were always a lot heavier than they looked. And why an eight-ball? Was she aware that it was a gang symbol in some places?

I find myself driving with a stranger , we're in what looks to be a red car that just stop at a red light. That's when I had the memory of being in a movie scene. We kept driving in till I find myself on a school bus with my father, we discuss several things. Apparently I was an actor, my grandfather was refusing to accept my father money. He began telling me we need to find a way to convince him to get help. My father then catches a man staring at us on the opposite end of our seat. My father quickly ask what was the man job? He responded saying that it was mowing obama's lawn and that he was skilled at it. My father wanted to know why, the man said why as well.

This irritated my father and told him not to speak. That's when my father abruptly got up from his seat and walk toward the back of the bus. The man that had made my father left smiled at me. That's when the bus stop and all of us got up from our seats to exit the bus. When I arrived outside I notice the weather was clouded no doubt preparing to rain. The school was surrounded by skinny trees with no leaves on them and somehow I knew I had become a little kid once again.

My recall remembers parents had force me to attend school again. I ran pass a couple of buses and kids so I could reach the entrance first. Once there I enter inside a notice a lot of other small kids. I decided to keep jogging for a couple of minutes and began thinking to myself that school would be no problem. I had an idea what majority of what the questions would be like. Eventually as time went by I became aware that I was reaching the end of the hallway.

I began saying I have to start thinking more properly. I walk to a near by blue locker to lean against it so I could take my bag. Something I notice was that my pants had now disappeared and that a boy had turn around kept staring at me with a look I find familiar. I ask the boy what? He then grabs my bag but is unsuccessful in snatching it from me. My face then grows a smirk, I realize that I still had all my adult strength despite being a little kid again.

I grab his hand that is place on the bag and put pressure to show him the difference. I said did he like that as I could hear him panicking. That is when an accomplice of his came and grab on to the bag. I look at him and became lucid. Now I had better control dealing with the both of them. I push the first boy off to where landed on the ground. The other boy was a bit bigger so I kick him as he lets go of my shirt. I grab my bag and ask why do I always have to fight.

I look back to make sure they were down. That's when I had an FA. Lucidity Time: 11 seconds

Something to do with being late for my summer class. For some reason I was running up all these flights of stairs trying to get to class in time and worrying about some homework that I should have done. I think I was in some kind of hotel or dorm environment.


I was flying some kind of space fighter ship on patrol low above the moon. This big ring shaped ship that belonged to my friend S came out of nowhere and started missiles firing at me. He hit me twice and my ship was almost completely crippled. I turned around and rocketed toward him and hit him causing the ring to break and the whole ship to disintegrate.

What we were doing turned out to be a game sort of like Kerbal Space Program. He showed me this base he had built on the moon where the ring ships were built.


Something to do with the Teen Titans. Only they didn't look animated, they all looked like real people. Cyborg had some kind of malfunction that caused parts of his robot body to go haywire and automatically attack the other titans. I remember his arms and legs detached and came after everyone.

We had to dispose of his computer chip or something to return him to normal. This meant that I had to fly this big plane over the ocean and drop the chip from a certain height onto a certain spot on the ocean.

The ring shaped ship showed up again and shot the plane's engines.

The scene repeated several times.


I was back in my own neighborhood so this might have led into the lucid part of the dream. There was something to do with my next door neighbor having two driveways. Starfire showed up and asked me if that was normal. I think that's what caused me to become lucid but I don't remember.


I actually remember getting lucid twice last night, but I forgot what occurred while I was in one of the lucid dreams.

I do remember the other lucid involved me practacing waterbending on the lake behind my house. I was experimenting with different moves seeing what would work.

I remember using the push-and-pull move. (Thinking that it is a very basic move, also the first one that they ever did on the show.) But I was able to push-pull the whole entire lake making a big wave go from one side to the other. I sloshed it back and fourth faster and faster until the water filled up all of one side.

I then remember making the water into like a stream or a whip. The whip was disappointingly small and thin, but I seemed to have a good level of control over it.

I then tired making like a ghyser or a spray erupt out of the water but it didn't work. The water just bubbled up a little bit.

Guess I'm not too great at doing this every day, whoopsie. My initial hype and motivation has been replaced with a more calm dedication, maybe. Every night before bed I talk to my tuppers about LDing, I meditate on LDing, I obsess over it. At least I'm falling asleep at reasonable times again.

I thought I forgot about my dream until my tupper told me to write this, and now that I'm thinking back, I can remember plenty from my last before waking up, let's see...

I was in the hospital, supposedly visiting my grandmother. I waltzed into different rooms and hung out with different old people, none of whom were my grandma. I spoke to a doctor shortly, who asked me to help him out with something, so I think I got hired on the spot. Right next to the old people ward where they sat and waited to die in miserable little beds there was an office where old ladies were working on doing administrative work. I'm not sure if they were supposed to be patients or... One of them told me where grandma was, so I visited for a sec (the old lady in question definitely wasn't a grandma of mine, but dream-me believed it). Then work called, and I had to take the elevator down to the hospital gardens/kitchen hybrid.

The room where the elevator was also seemed to be some attic where all the (hot and young girls in the dream) nurses hung out, and I'm not sure why but I had to sit there while they all changed into bathing suits. Good dream. I tried to hide that I was peeking, but I saw boobs. The elevator was more of a fridge in appearance, but it had little windows. It rolled outside and pretty much went down a rollercoaster track, including little jumps and shit that would make rollercoaster tycoon guests vomit all over your pavement. That shit was scary, yo. Anyway, I arrived at the gardens, and some old dude said I needed to start cooking and handed me a knife before leaving.

My little brothers came along to the gardens while I just stood there and started smoking weed. I got upset at them because I'd get fired, and I think that's when I woke up.

Non-lucid, lucid

.../It's night, and there was something about a cat in a known dream-world-apartment. When I'm about to get into the kitchen through the backyard, I see a hill on the side. I decide to go there and enjoy the view. I notice the dream feeling as I start to climb the hill. Once above, I don't have exact idea about what to do, it has been a long time since I don't feel it again. I remember the lucid dares, of course I can do one of them! I remember I was dared to get naked in front of a DC... I start taking my clothes off, when I think it could take too much time and possibly I will wake up before I get to do it, so I decide to pull it off. It's not working and I remember that Sensei, long ago, posted in a thread something about how could you take your clothes off, I think I may try it. An anime-like non-human character lands next to me in a flash. I think it may be him then the whole dreamscape starts to fade out. I hear some noises in the outside and it doesn't take too much until I'm back again. At the beginning I float down the hill until I start seeing things better while I get into the kitchen. A man stands out and I'm standing behind a woman who is washing the dishes. I turn her and this time I end up with the clothes I'm still wearing by just pulling them off. She doesn't seem to be interested at all and keep on washing the dishes. I think I may have some fun when I notice she's wearing something like this:

then the dream fades out!!!!!/...

I almost stole a Little Nemo stuffed animal from Family Fair then later in the dream i went into a tattoo shop and was in trouble for stealing a pipe. I didn't steal the Nemo though, i just ripped the tag off. There was also some sort of electronic display where i could delete the item, and i ended up doing that because i felt bad for almost stealing it.

The office of the guy who got me in trouble in the tattoo shop was small and had a lot of chairs, the one i sat in was navy blue and had a lot of tears, the whole room was really messy. On one side of the tattoo shop was a LOT of bongs and pipes, in all different colors and shapes. A lot of orange and blue colored ones, lined along these long shelves on a wall of the shop.

There was actually some long elaborate dream linked into this that I do not recall. I only remember what I was fighting with this guy with short black hair who was the president of a university campus, when something tipped me off that I was dreaming and I became lucid.

He sent guards after me but I flew around inside of this big modern glass building and flew threw a window at one point. I remember there being the strangest sensation of the glass breaking on me. Because it was a university, there were a bunch of students who looked in amazement when I was flying.

Eventually I did talk with the guy and we worked out whatever argument we were having.


My dream recall has been terrible. My sleep has felt weird lately, like I am sleeping like a rock without the regular awakenings and dreams are very hard to recall, and I wake up feeling very tired, though this wears off very quickly about half an hour after I get out of bed.

other bits and bobs, I can't remember what date these go to.


Something to do with being in this race to get from one side of the USA to the other across an interstate highway. I was driving a white moped but it kept breaking down. Luckily there were auto repair shops like every 500 feet along the side of the road...


Alien astronomy. I am in what feels like my backyard, though really I am on another planet. I believe Marcus is there he has this really big old steampunk style telescope set up and he is turning all of these gears and cranks to look at different planets in the sky.

I remember the sky was already weird. There were several moons big enough to see with the naked eye. The biggest one was this white ice moon. There was also a green gas giant with rings but it was small; only about half the size of the moon in the sky. We did look at it through the telescope though and get a clear view of the storms on the surface as well as the rings.

There is a dim red star in the distance that on this planet was called the 'nightsun'. It was a sun that orbited around at night to ensure it there was always a small amount of light.


Rave party. On the beach. (The location actually felt really farmiliar, perhaps from another dream.) Weird distorted electronic rock music. Weird dream food. I think there were more weird planets in the sky.

Raiah was the DJ. I got to enjoy the party for only a minute or two before the dream changed. Manei appeared but she was a character in a dating sim and was talking to me in a little diolouge box. Then Raiah became a character in a dating sim. Then I became female and was the third character. I became semi lucid.

It was dark, stormy evening. I went to the living room. Everyone was sitting on the couch, I went closer and sat down on it. Mother took a phone out of her pocket and said "I recorded my screams when I was dreaming!". Knowing that my mother had night terrors before, I told her to replay it.

She used the phone, and we all heard screams of anguished human. The voice haven't belonged to my mother, but rather to a male. After a while I went to the kitchen and made myself a breakfast, then I woke up.

I'm in a hospital, speaking to a doctor. There was some information I'd wanted to get from him, but he's assumed I'm here about something else, a person who's been checked into the hospital with a specific condition. I hide my surprise and go with his assumption, only expressing my surprise that he'd known about this patient, since the ward they're in isn't his responsibility - has he kept an eye out for this condition since the last time we met? I'm privately thinking that if that person's developed that condition, then this both simplifies my job and complicates it; I no longer need the information I'd come here for originally.

I'm discussing this development with three other people in an empty hospital room - a man with a shaved head, a teenage girl, and a person whose gender I'm not completely sure of but I'm going to go with 'she'. Black hair, ragged like she cut it herself, short in the back and long in the front; pale with bad skin; and a grey hoodie zipped up, making her look heavier than she is.

Talking about that patient's condition, the guy with the shaved head had just been saying something about how dreamers have it rough. Talks about how badly things can go wrong just from being interrupted at the wrong moment; talks about people traveling through a dream being dumped back into reality wherever they happen to be at the moment, and hoping you're lucky enough not to be overlapping some physical object at the time; and that's just the passengers, the dreamers themselves get it worse.

The person in the hoodie shrugs this off, says at least if you can heal people, no one cares what nastiness you've got going on; they're content to leave you be in your swamp.

The guy with the shaved head is disgusted by this, says yeah, you enjoy making yourself the worst person you can be.

She says to him that she learned in prison, "There's no such thing as letting go of vanity, Wade."

Two dreams from one night! But recalling them still takes me some time and isn't perfect. I'm still waiting for a LD, which didn't come yet, despite practicing awareness during the day... OK, let's go to the dreams:

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I've had a birthday party and my mom brought the cake. It was very little. She said it's not normal size, because it would be too much calories. I've gone mad at her and sent her to the bakery to buy a normal one.
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2.
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I have met someone who said that he hates real life and ran away. My dream vision went after him. He went to his home and turned on the computer monitor. There was some text on the screen. He wanted to play some online game. When a commercial appeared, he got really angry about the delay. He started walking back and forth, waiting till it ends. The commercial was about a new season of Code Lyoko series.
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With my school class we drove on a school trip. On the way we stopped in a shopping mall. Everyone ran around looking for something to do, I just walked around and looked for something interesting. Suddenly in the antique store I saw a kitchen cupboard.

It was made of dark, oaken wood and ornamented with brass, silver and gold elements. There was something wrong about that cupboard. I came closer and started to search through it. Inside I found pans, pots and other various kitchen equipment.

Then in one of the shelves I found some old documents, and old money. Suddenly I realised that it belonged to my grandma, and it was my legacy.

(Details a bit sketchy this morning)
One For You, One For Me
I'm inside somewhere and I'm spraying some kind of chemical onto it. Certain sprays have different results to the plants. I'm hearing someone mention them to me as I spray them onto the grass. I think about Dope plants as he explains about all the different sprays. I decide to spray the stuff into my mouth for some reason, I don't recall it having any taste. It dawns on me soon after that this stuff probably isn't the best to be ingesting. Either I figure it out or someone mentioned it to me. I begin to freak out and spit what ever I can out of my mouth. I notice my hearts skipping beats as I monitor it.

I'm at my old house in Merinda Park and the phone rings. Someone picks it up and talks to Lois who was on the other end. She was asking if I was interesting in going out for dinner, and that herself and husband wouldn't be attending because they have dinner in the fridge that needs to be cooked. I felt as if they could have work around it and maybe have their dinner for lunch that day.

I feel like it will be a good idea to go to the dinner as I will be able to get to know some of the people better. I think they were from my school. I remember chatting to someone? Josh's future mrs?

I'm inside somewhere and there's tables. I see Josh's future mrs there.

Side Notes
Even though I feel groggy upon awakening, I deeply and completely accept myself. (Seemed to do its job for me)

I recall my dreams upon awakening....I d
I remember my dreams upon awakening.... I d

Two fragments so far.

In the first, I had a kid. A cute little baby, with blonde hair. I wasn't happy about this though. I'm single and I cannot recall ever having a relationship, let alone sleeping with someone. I said to myself "so much for finding 'the one' and having a child with her".

The second... Crap, forgot.