non-lucid

Date of Dream: FRI 1 JAN - 2021



Dream No. 798 - Separated Sections

Dream 798 A - The Writing In The Frame
This was a short dream. To begin with, I was seen, in my bedroom, picking out what clothes to wear for when a couple of relatives were supposedly going to be coming to my house. Later on in the dream, I was in an unknown house, seemingly a holiday house where the snow mountains were. In this house, were some photos contributed by my family, in frames. In one picture frame, there was some writing that said “Karlie Dracko”. Towards the last scenes of the dream, Riku (KH-CoM) was seen as he shared a supposed paopu fruit with me.

Dream 798 - Reprisal In Quadratum
The only I can remember about this dream is that there was CB4 Cortex Castle music playing as a sub-scene played with me in Quadratum on my own.



Dream 798 A
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

Dream 798 B
Dream Guide: None
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: TUE 29 DEC - 2020



Dream No. 797 - Separated Sections

Dream 797 A - Reminiscing About Sora
I don’t remember much about this dream. From where I do remember, I was in my bedroom in my old house. As I was seen sitting on my bed (the dream camera in 3rd person mode), Riku (KH3) came in and said something like, “it’s hard being Sora’s mentor”, as he gave a sigh. I don’t remember everything that Riku said, but apparently he was sharing either stories or memories of Sora with me.

The scene then all of a sudden stopped, and rewound, like it was going to repeat itself, but then it didn’t. I was now in the bedroom by myself, and no one else came in. I ended up looking at a piece of paper that was suggestion some information from the Commonwealth Law Reports (CLR) 2020. Apparently I was trying to check it Yozora had any civil or criminal convictions. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.

Dream 797 B - Server Hate Comments
This dream started with me being on a Discord server, via my phone, with 1000s of people on it. I wrote something weird to EBo in the public forums even thought my dream-self thought this was normal, and that there was nothing wrong with it. For a couple of minutes, the room was quiet, but then one of the mods, ZDu, ‘struck’, and everybody else was leaving hate comments for me. Even EBo went offline in shame.

After what was seemingly 100s of comments, Kairi left a long spiel standing up for me. She was saying that what the others were saying was factually wrong, and that what I actually said wasn’t what they thought. She specifically re-emphasised what I said. She then finished her piece by saying that she was more than happy to be my friend. And then a ‘+1’ reaction was added to that, which I discovered was Riku. There was then a dream energy coming from Riku (in his Quadratum appearance) like he was sorry for how I was being treated by everyone in that server. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.



Dream 797 A
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

Dream 797 B
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: FRI 25 DEC - 2020



Dream No. 796 - My Grandpa Is Going To Get Me

When the dream started off, I seemed to be at a distorted version of Waverley Gardens shopping centre, it looked very different to real life. As I was still shuddering at the sight of the elevator, I called Riku for an extra practice. Riku just came but the scene changed before we could get in.

The dream was now playing in my driveway. My whole family was there including my deceased grandfather. Some of my family members acted normal, other’s didn’t, and then there was my grandfather. He was comprehensively and consciously intent on murdering me. This time I knew I had to call Riku and did so fast. However, Riku wasn’t coming quick enough and my grandpa was slowly, frighteningly, following me down the driveway. When Riku did come, I quickly but quietly urged us to get away. Once we were far enough away from my grandpa, I also noticed that Sora came.

Riku (KH3) was wearing some plain white business shirt with his normal short hair. He had tossed me up onto his back and this time there were no gravity problems, only some minor slipping but not too much to make it feel uncomfortable. Riku was wearing a shirt, but when he carried me, it was made to look like his KH1 clothes. As I was down on the ground next time, we had to arrange another carry as my grandfather was coming after me a second time, and this time a little bit faster.

A little bit down the court, Riku put Sora on his back, and then I got on Sora’s back. However, the weight distribution wasn’t good as Sora is smaller than me, so I would have fallen off. So I suggested that I’d be on Riku’s back, and I’d let Sora be on my back. I also said this because I felt like relaxing more on Riku. The arrangement was quickly changed and we went off before my grandfather could have any other chances to get at me. This time around, there were no carrying issues, and Riku felt the most comfortable ever. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.



Dream No. 796
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: THU 24 DEC - 2020



Dream No. 795 - Buying A RikuZine

I don’t remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I recalled that I told myself I was struggling to reach Riku, and so I had to buy a RikuZine. In going to a stranger’s house, I ended up buying the RikuZine; picking it up as it were. In doing so, the lady that was selling it said something like, “We have to protect that… That… Sweet girl”. It’s as she was saying these words that I felt like I had to turn around, and to my left, there was the real Riku (KH3) standing next to me. Now facing him, he gave me all these soft, pleasant smiles to suggest that he was affirming/amplifying what the lady was saying about me.

After that scene, I was back at my own home and my brother was complaining because I made the RikuZine notifications go to his Email, and he didn’t want that. The dream ended there.



Dream No. 795
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: SUN 20 DEC - 2020



Dream No. 794 - A Mum For The Baby

I can’t remember much about this dream at all. From where I do remember, I was at a very distorted version of The Glen Shopping Centre, being a lot larger and more ‘maze-like’ than it is in real life, even after the IRL renovations. I saw a baby in the corridors that was doing something wrong, however, this baby could talk and think like an adult. I said to the baby that he’ll be having a mum for this dream. I didn’t take long for Dreamy WB to walk in to the scene (I have forgotten what she was wearing), and she offers to be the mum for this adult-baby in the dream. I can’t remember anything else about this dream.



Dream No. 794
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Lucid?: No

Date of Dream: SAT 19 DEC - 2020



Dream No. 793 - Under The Garage Doors

I can’t remember much about this dream at all. The only I can remember is that Riku (KH1 appearance) and Mickey were standing under each of my garage doors. But I have forgotten what they said. This is the only thing I can remember.



Dream No. 793
Dream Guide: Riku
Lucid?: No

I'm in a hospital. My brother and his girlfriend are there too. The place is very crowded. Hayden is my girlfriend somehow, and she's on a hospital stretcher, presumably being treated for something. She notices me and we kind of cuddle (me standing over her), as she's clearly recovering well. In another scene I enter a different room (kind of a very crowded break room at the hospital). I notice one of the people sitting alone at a table is Sylar. His presence startles me, but I realize he doesn't recognize me because this is the past and we haven't met yet. Then I realize he's likely there to kill Hayden. I rush to where I left her, and notice she's gone. I feverishly start looking around and asking staff where she is, hoping to find her before Sylar does. I liked this dream when I woke up, as I felt a genuine sense of caring about a romantic partner, something I've never had and never will. I would have done anything for her.

In the next dream, I am Jack Quaid (actor) playing a character. I'm hanging on the side of a helicopter or VTOL, flying along the coast of a subtropical city, likely Miami. I look up and see Nazi fighter jets flying in formation above us, then suddenly vanishing. I realize the Nazis, who won the war, have grown so advanced that by this alternate 2022 they've developed fighter jets that can literally turn invisible. I have visions of the world map. The Nazis have taken over the whole world, united under a new kind of cult called "The Black Hand" (their symbol a black handprint). Only one continent is free from their influence. The world's last hope. Our VTOL circles a skyscraper, and I fall out of the VTOL, attached only by the belt through a rope. As the VTOL starts losing control in a spiraling motion, I am crashed through the skyscraper (!!!). Finally I am detached and I fall down. As I smack into the ground (well, a lower part of the building), it is revealed that the character (seeing in third person now) is just an actor surrounded by a full camera crew. The Nazi universe is a new TV show being filmed. I'm on the set myself now. Jack walks off the set, and I congratulate him on his performance. He laughs, saying it was an insane scene.

I remember that the dream involved me playing roblox harmlessly at first, however things quickly took a dark turn when I went to see four of my friends, one of which is one I have in real life.

For no particular reason, I started doing unspeakable things to them, depriving each of them of one of their five senses. One of them lost their hearing because I jammed a knife so far into their ear canal that I punctured the ear drum, one of them lost the ability to speak, and one of them was both deaf, blind, and mute, and possibly incapable of feeling anything. Another one was locked in a shower. For whatever reason, none of them reacted to any of this, and one of them seemed to almost enjoy it. After all was said and done, I kinda just left them there in the bathroom that this had been done in. My friend Ren was horrified by what I did and publicly called out not me but the action of what I did. No one else cared, but I felt guilty the entire time regardless. I remember going on an episode of either the Simpsons, Malcolm in the middle, or both to confess to my crimes, but I couldn't talk about it because they were only interested in things that would make them money, so hal talked with an interviewer in a kitchen about the time one of his kids did something stupid. Regardless, the whole ordeal was an experience of handling guilt. A few of the locations I was in included inside a giant hardware store-ish thing, outside a shopping center, in a bathroom, and on a TV set.

One of the people I desecrated looked like max, another like trinity, and another looked like a small electronica musician I saw live once. I feel horrible about all of this and would never wish harm on any of those people. One of them is a somewhat close friend, another one is extremely nice, and the musician seemed cool.

The fact that this dream was had after I started feeling like school was falling apart isn't a coincidence. I'm glad I have Aaron comforting me right now.

I had a funny dream this morning where a kid asked me out by giving me an apple and saying "hint hint", followed by him giving me another apple without saying anything after five seconds. I turned him down because he said he was 15 but he looked and sounded like he was 11. I was in a larger version of the school and had just gotten out of a classroom where mrs. Austin had long, pink hair and Edynn sat parallel to me.

The dream started out almost like The Walking Dead. There was an apocalypse of some sort and part of the group I was with was at least one co-worker. He was telling me that because the grid was down, nothing was pumping water when your turned the tap on, so no more water. Someone would have to venture out and find some. I said I'd do it. no problem. It was dangerous to go out, though I don't remember why. I think there were zombies.

The dreams changed. I was in a very fancy theater to watch a movie. I don't remember the movie but the theater was multi-level, with stairs and nice railings that reminded me of an elite club more than a theater. I remember seeing a random pack of instant ramen someone had left on the floor, a net of stuffed animals in one corner, and I remembered a particular staircase. I had brought a new teddy bear that resembled one I actually own. And then I lost it. I think I'd left it in the theater. In the parking lot upon realizing the bear was gone, I told the person I was with to wait a couple minutes while I went back inside for the bear.

I told a man inside that I'd just be going back in to look for a bear I left, not to watch a movie. He said it'd be $150 to just wander the theater given that I could potentially watch all the movies I wanted once back there. I was angry at him and almost said for him to call someone to walk with me and keep an eye on me to be sure, but I decided against that for some reason. He said he'd give me some of the $150 back upon my return if I found the bear. I slammed my debit card down on a counter and told him I'd be back and he could set his price, and stormed off.

I retraced my steps rather well. Found the ramen on the floor, found the stuffed animals and sorted through them - not there. Found the staircase and climbed it. No bear. Some little kid had found I and kept it, I decided sadly. I was kind of attached to the little bear even though I hadn't had it for very long. It had been with me through a lot given that I still recalled we were somehow in an apocalypse. Water was an issue still, but someone improved. I remembered bringing the bear with me to "look at/for the transformers", whatever that meant. I knew it meant electrical transformers. My last memory before my alarm went off was leaning on a gilded railing in the theater and thinking on the irony of calling at an apocalypse when the zombies, turns out, were as sane as anyone and hadn't hurt anybody.

For some reason, Saturday nights are always the best for me with dreams. It's probably the least stressful night of the week for me, plus I sleep the most.

The Bigfoot Children Dream:

I was a science counselor at a summer camp, named Ben. There were dangerous Bigfoots running around the campground, but they were disguised as humans, and I was very afraid of them. I decided to switch from being a counselor to studying astronomy or something (dream logic) to be safer from the Bigfoots.

This is the first dream I’ve ever had where I was not me. This was also non-lucid. I completely believed that my name was Ben and I was a summer camp science counselor at a place infested by Bigfoots disguised as human children. And I was switching to just studying science and not being a counselor anymore, because somehow this would protect me from the Bigfoots.

Seriously.

I had to pee, so I went to the bathroom and hoped to not get caught by the roving Bigfoots. So I was hiding but I was also peeing. The bathroom was weird as many of the stalls were connected.

I had a vague awareness that I could teleport, so I ended up in some cabin or room in the camp. I decided to go into my secret room, which was in an attic of some sort. A lady at the front desk encouraged me to hide. I floated up towards the ceiling, and bumped my head on it, but it didn’t hurt. I thought “of course, this section is blocked”, and I moved slightly and then floated up into a bedroom.

Oh and at some point I actually peed my pants during the dream. (When I woke up, I was extremely relieved to find that I did not pee myself IRL. Lol.)

I was laying in a bed with lots of warm blankets when I teleported into the room. It was daytime. It felt very comfortable, but I was worried about spiders in the room, because it was an attic after all. I pulled a wand out of my pocket, which was wooden, and I cast a magic spell, which was green. It was a cleaning spell. And there were no spiders in my bed. I think my tulpa was there, but not fully visible? Which is weird considering that I was not me in this dream.

I think I went to sleep there in that dream. When I woke up here, I was really confused as to why my ceiling wasn’t Ben’s for a brief moment. I still thought I was Ben for that brief second, waking up in my own bed in that cabin.

Other Things:

I've been reading about Astral Projection/OOBEs. The process to achieve these seems to be extremely similar to WILD. I have been trying it and I am often able to get myself into a conscious state of sleep paralysis. I can occasionally see things that aren't actually there. However, this state only lasts a few seconds before I get itchy or something and I wake up, OR I lose consciousness and fall asleep. I did this twice last night. One of the gifts -- and curses -- of being a light sleeper who wakes up multiple times a night. Let's be real though, it's almost 100% a gift, when you consider how badly I want to LD on command and make them as vivid as possible.

I guess those brief SPs could be considered LDs, as I knew what was happening. I actually think this is really helpful. If you are in SP and you start seeing things that aren't there, everything around you technically constitutes a dreamscape. Next time this happens, I'll see how much I can bend the environment to my will.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

At home with Riverstone, someone else and my dog Hachi. Strangely there is a balcony or deck over a cliff and we are chilling on lounge chairs. It reminds me of when I lounged in my parents balcony before they closed it. But this one is dangerous as there are no guard railings. I don't feel afraid, I am actually feeling totally happy as I never felt. I am even doing nudism and feeling comfortable in my naked body in the wind like I never felt before.

I am walking down a corridor and it gets very dark, I feel like I am dropping out of the dream and I become lucid. I don't try to fight it, so I just free fall in the dark void with no expectation of what comes next. I just try to see the void as the nature of my mind and not be afraid of the referencelessness. I stop falling for some seconds and then I fall again, but I never try to control the outcome. Then finally it stops and I am in some dark room.

At some party in a garden with a view over a city. I spot some bush with berries and I grab some to eat, but then find huge catterpillars in a gelatinous cocoon on the plant and it looks both awesome and disgusting. I show it to my mom. Then feel an itch in my hand and notice a big alergic reaction for having touched the berries and the slime of the cayterpillars. I rush to wash my hands.

My mom is running a bakery but when I visit it, she is not there and I find strange that she left everything unfinished or out of place, like a cake half eaten on a table. I eat it, But she comes back soon and says one of her friends needs a ride somewhere and asks me if I can do it. It is inconvenient, but I offer to do it. He is going to a funeral. My dad offers to comes with me. Turns out that side by side with this funeral is also going on a funeral for my friend Nelson and I am shocked to find out this way that he died. For saving costs and the environment, the bodies are rapidly decomposed via a chemical process and in the end all that is left is a little biodegradable container with some liquid. Because both deceased expressed not wanting it to go anywhere, they just dispose of them both into some trash container and I am a bit upset. I wanted to pay homage to my friend some other way.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

My teacher and others are visiting some place, could be Germany by the looks of it, but it is warm and there is a beach nearby, so I don't know. We are all in a house. It is an apartment but bigh enough to accomodate them and all the students. The group of students is maybe 20 people. I haven't yet seen my teacher, but I accidentaly step into a room where I disturb OTR and another teacher who are talking. I make a discrete turn around and leave. Anyway they see me, but I think they are more entertained than upset.
Then I am told we should gather in a specific room as our teacher is coming. For some reason I have to get fully naked and my teacher paints me in red. I have a tear falling down my right cheek as he paints my face. I am a bit embarassed from being naked in front of the others but they also seem embarassed and looking down to avoid eye contact.
Later on, we are told to get ready as we are being taken to the beach. I go get food from a fridge, specifically 4 green pears, and then join the others on a subterranean parking lot where a big van arrives, supposedly to take us. But our teacher cuts through, followed by an entourage and I am convinced they take most of the seats. But actually the van is really big and has like 4 rows of seats and we all fit in. My teacher is on the first row and I am on the third, but he still can see me through the rear mirror, Riverstone is also sitting on the same row as I am. To my surprise, my teacher turns around and starts speaking portuguese-brazilian with Riverstone. I am confused as I had no idea he could speak PT, yet Riverstone apparently did know, because he doesn't flinch and immediately replies. I wonder if he understands original portuguese and surprisingly he also does.

bedtime: 22:30, 2mg (6mg? two pills in any case) melatonin. Yay, success at a good bedtime
final waking: ~07:45, out of bed 08:00

+ (f, vague) something about food? At a restaurant?

+ [trip to Caracas, long, fairly vivid] in the plane, talking with pilot, glance back look at his "cockpit" (where are the instruments? they must be behind the partition). Pilot makes a number of maneuvers, some manually, some are programmed on autopilot, including a sweeping very steep bank turn. Come in to landing, I get out my camera to film it, there's another guy/passenger in the cockpit too. I'm watching the scenery, my camera is shining a very bright "hi-beam" on to the landscape and I'm trying to disable this. Scenery is blocky, triangular. Water scenes, like in a canyon, or flying low over a river in a wide river valley.

Registration: approaching registration, I think that everything in this country will be in Spanish. in line at the registration, it comes out that because of some mistake, we'll have to each pay about $2500 for the stay. I'm a bit confused about the currency and if I have enough to make that dollar amount. I reach for my wallet in my left rear pocket (hoping that it's there) and I do pull it out. I have both foreign and dollar bills there.

Going to the rooms with a (female?) guide, our group is one of the last and the sleeping areas are already mostly taken. Our group heads along a corridor (no ceiling? outside?) into finally an area with open bunks that can be our place. Our group's program consists of 3 activities, [2 forgotten], X, Y, and handball. Good, I love court sports like that. I think a bit about the possible damage to the hands in energetic handball. We're heading to the courts with our guide when some pranksters on the floor above squirt water down on our group.

+ basketball at TV park. Arriving to the park, it's Sunday, I think the weekly "grown-ups" game may happen today. Get to the lowest, basketball level, there are people already warming up on the main central two courts. I think they may ask me to play, and I wonder if I have the stamina for a full-court game, think about running back and forth and getting very tired and sweaty (I don't have a change of clothes with me?). By the tall fence at the far court hoop, there is a small purple "basketball" (about 1/2 to 3/4 the size of a volleyball) on the ground and I reach to pick it up. Several times it slips through my fingers and I can't pick it up [DS]. It is sitting on another deflated purple ball that I think may be getting in the way. I take a strong grasp of the inflated ball and pick it up. It is super heavy. Like, medicine ball heavy, and I think this is a medicine ball for strength practice. I'm standing to the right of the hoop about 10 feet away diagonally a bit and take a shot, putting a lot of strength into the shot because the ball is so heavy, but I don't make a hoop (and it falls short?). I go to the short hoop to the right of where I am, (by the bike rack), and there is ChCh (and some girl?). We talk about the event that is the continuation of the Caracas camp, I ask about information about it since I don't remember getting it, and ChCh says that there were fliers at the registration desk at the Caracas site.

The first dream involved some kind of deal at some guy's house in the neighborhood I grew up in. I remember a bike with no rider riding itself into me on the road. It seemed to turn the opposite direction of the one I turned, but I guess I decided to tackle it head-on like an idiot.

The second dream seemed a bit cut down the middle. One part was about helping my mom see which clothes would work for her. I'd put on the shirts and since we look so similar I guess, I'd make the judgement for her based on how I looked in it.

The second part was about an upcoming catastrophe where magma would erupt out of every hole in the ground and flood the earth. Our idea was to cover all of the holes except for one so that even if a large part of the earth was still scorched, there would at least be a safe zone on the other side of the planet. This mainly took place at my current school, and I remember sean from elementary and middle school texting me about something while I was trying to help not get myself killed.


There was a pink, thin long-sleeved shirt my mom didn't want to look good on her but it looked okay on me so I told her it somewhat suited her and she half-jokingly sweared under her breath.