non-lucid

4.6.15

Last night fell asleep on the sofa, moved to bed at midnight. Slept till 6am, WBTB till 6:30.

Got up at 10, no WILD, back to sleep sometimes later.

Another nap I think later. Losing track of time.

This dream recalled hours after waking up.

I'm a teacher. Talking at home to my old english or biology teacher, telling her my methods. I apparently make flash cards with info that I hold up so kids can read them while I say the info on them as well. I have 2 more methods for different classes.

I'm out front pulling weeds and pulling pretty big sticks out of the yard with a rake and there are three long big ones that I pull and then realize it was a tree. I think, "oh well, there's not much of a root system there" and drag it to the curb with the rest of the stuff.

There was snow in the yard and I was throwing snowballs (one of my cat's name in WL is Snowball) at the kids. There's snow on the ground but I'm not cold. Too bad that didn't make me wonder and go lucid!!

I'm in an upstairs window watching all of the kids in costume from the play go by. They're going to dinner. I'm alone in my robe. I see one of the girls notice me but I continue to look beyond her. I have a semi-smile on my face and don't want her to feel badly because I'm alone. They all look so pretty. I think it's a lot of Disney characters like Snow White and Cinderella.

I'm going to a car at the bottom of the hill covered with snow. I take a few steps and then lean back on my heels and ski the rest of the way - it was fun. Now I'm going to tell my husband because I'm proud I could ski.

There are girls waiting saying the teacher left without them. I ask them what time they were supposed to meet him and they say, "7:10". I look at my watch and it says 7:15 and I think to myself, hmmm five minutes is five minutes.

A family is staying with us and I see the father grab and pull the boy's (10 -12 y/o) hair and then the boy grabs the baby's (1 y/o) hair and I say sternly to both of them, "let go!" They do. I tell them that this is unacceptable behavior. I ground one of them and I forget what I do to the other and then I tell them we have to get family counseling for them.

All NLs: I'm watching a tractor start to pull a house (a high school friend's house) and a guy from the paper I used to work with is there. There are men sitting in rockers on the 2nd story of this house and I ask what in the world they are doing. George says they're watching the animals (opossums sp? and raccoons) come out from under the house and then try to hit them with the house and when they do, the men hoot and holler. (Good gracious, where do I come up with this stuff?) I see several swinging chairs on the 2nd floor balcony which I think I'd like to have before they demolish this house. I go running towards the house to stop them from hurting the animals that are starting to come out from under the house. That's all I remember from that one.

The turtles from TMNT and I went into the city, we were on our way to sneak into Shredder's layer. I cannot remember if it was to attack him or to simply find out what he was up to. Probably the second one. We split up soon after parking the van we had come in (because it sure didn't resemble the SHell Razor). For breif second it showed where and what each of us were doing, I cannot very well remember what I was doing or Mikey or even Raph. I remember though, seeing Donnie sneaking down a long dark corridoor. From there it went to where Leo was, he was in a dark hallway, when some Foot soliders were coming Leo suddenly became a shadowy and snuck right past them. Unfortunently when he returned to normal he was caught and had to flee.

He was the first one to make it to the van, at first it seemed like he hadn't been followed. It was so quiet, Leo opened up the back and looked inside he dropped keys into a large turtle shell that was in the back. That's when I noticed Leo didn't have his shell. If I was lucid I would've been extremely weirded out and confused.

When he turned around three foot soldiers were there with Rahzar. Leo pulled out his katana and was prepared to fight but Rahzar said something making him stop. The others arrived but they were stopped as I will, whatever Rahzar had said must've been bad enough to keep them from defending themselves. That is when I jumped off the top of the van, the point of view of the dream back in first person. I grabbed Leo's katana from the ground and ran at them, after all Rahzar didn't threaten me technically, he on;y threatened the turtles. I easily sliced the first attack of two of the foot soldiers, they were still the first footbot version that the Kranng made. I ran at Rahzar with the swords, he broke them and threw them behind me; I jumped back when he tried to attack me.

I threw one of the broken peices at one of the soldiers that had appeared in front of Rahzar, the soldier sparked a bit and fell. I did the same to the other, only the blade was able to slice it's head off. April showed up when I threw another peice of broken katana at Rahzar, it peirced him but he didn't go down. So I ran at him, now fighting with no weapons. April was by my side to help.

When we beat Rahzar I saw the turtles were just standing there wide-eyed in shock either at both April and me or just me. Either way I smirked triumphantly.

When I woke up I didn't feel like writing the whole dream down (it was like the middle of the night) so I had original only written that we snuck into Shredder's base and that in the end April and I defeated Rahzar. Who knew just those two things could bring back the whole dream? It's so cool.

I was riding my bike with C down the main road in our town. It was foggy and all of the plants looked green and alive. (If this keeps happening, I'm gonna call it a dream sign.) The other thing that I remember was that we were riding down the middle of the road in the town, not the sidewalk. The road must have been closed or something.

It was hot in the dream as well as humid.

There was a funny bit of broken logic here where I said that I had predicted that I would see her riding my bike with me on the main road in a dream. (Without realizing that I was in fact dreaming right then and there.) I remember her having a green bandanna tied around her waist. (Not sure how you would tie a bandanna to fit around your waist, mine barely fits around my head.) I told her that every detail of how she looked was accurate right down to that bandanna.

We turned onto a trail and started heading through the park. (IWL this would lead you to my house.) We started getting chased by this pair of rich twin kids driving old fashioned cars that were trying to run us over. (Man a lot of similarities to last night.) We thought we could lose them by going down the woods path since there are concrete posts to prevent people from driving motor vehicles down there. But their old fashioned cars were narrow and therefore easily fit between them.

At some point I was able to take control of one of the kids driving the cars and make him crash. But they were twins, and the other twin was still following us.

There was some important plot-line playing out here that I cannot fully recall. C had something in her bike bag (a book of some sort I think.) that we were trying to keep anyone else from getting their hands on.

The whole dream was a little bit lucid, but I had the strangest deja vu like this had happened before.

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Rocket standing by to launch at an inland launch facility on the plains. Farmland all around. Facility is on a bit of a hill. The rocket is set to launch mid-day and rendezvous with a space station. It is a clear day, no clouds. But there are 3 or 4 moons in the sky. The rocket has four external boosters and a central shaft leading up to one of those space capsules.

(Here we go with that space travel dream sign again. Come on, I stopped playing KSP months ago now...) I am 3rd person spectating. I think I was filming the launch for a news station while flying in a helicopter or something.

Count down and lift off. The rocket lifts off and begins to turn over. There is a timer showing how long the flight has been in progress, and at about 40 seconds something goes wrong. One of the booster rockets is bending up into the main rocket body. It begins malfunctioning and shooting off a trail of fire and explosions pushing it sideways.

The launch escape system (LES) activated and pulled the pod with the astronauts away from the rocket. The parachutes opened and everyone cheered since the astronauts came on the radio and said that everything was just fine. The rocket broke apart and the boosters kept going upward.

The dream faded out here.

Well that was pointless and went nowhere.

-WBTB- only about 3:50 am. Had to pee really badly.

Some kind of hunger games or battle royale situation here. It was fairly late in the game and most of the contestants had already been killed. I was hiding in a cave (giving a Minecraft vibe). I even had wooden treasure chests full of supplies that I was guarding. I spotted another player. I recognized her as one of my OC's.

"...Satri?"

She realized that she had been spotted and started running away from me. (I guess she was looking to steal my supplies.) The dream went semi lucid again. I pulled out my Fang Jian and chased after her.

Spoiler for What is a Fang Jian:

Fictional weapon of my own design. Fang Jian is Chinese for 'Spinning Sword'. Even if google translate is wrong. (And it usually is.) I don't care. I like that for the name of the weapon.

I've actually been trying to get the one you see in the picture here to appear in my dreams for some time.

I started to run after her. Since she was my character, I knew what to expect. She was a fast runner. She was stealthy and might try to steal my resources. I kept following her and trying to hook her and pull her back. But she was too fast.

We got to a lava lake that had all of these stepping stones across it. She cleared it pretty fast, and I followed right after her. I the cave was getting narrow and darker with all of these twists and turns. I knew I might be able to corner her.

But then, there was a door with a women's restroom sign on it in the depths of the cave and she ran inside. There was also a men's restroom and a unisex restroom. I yelled out that that was unfair.

I tried to figure out what to do. I said that this was a dream, but that I wished that I knew I was dreaming so that I could change myself into a female and follow her into the bathroom. (Yeah, That is some of my most broken logic yet.)

I came up with a new strategy. There was a little ledge above the bathroom door that I would climb up on. When she came out, I would jump down and assassinate her. I climbed up and got ready. Just a few moments after I got ready, she came out. She had a giant black pair of scissors. She started slicing at me with them but I blocked.

She then kicked me in the chest. It was so fast that it actually took me half a second to realize that the blow I felt was in fact a kick. I anchored myself using my weapon and moved in, putting her on the defensive. I tried to slash at her, but she jumped out of the way. I cut a couple of stalagmites and saw that I had cut them smooth like polished stone.

She disappeared from the dream (or just ran off.) and I started cutting stone with my weapon because I liked the pretty patterns that would come up and the feel of the stone. I began thinking that feeling the stone was like dream stabilization and that I should become lucid. I was also thinking that I was lost. The dream faded out and I woke up.

I was in school. I had maths lesson with my teacher from previous school. Slim, tall, brunette woman with dark complexion, and ugly face. She was mad at students. She was shouting and taunting them. I feared that she'll check my homework, which I haven't made.

Later that day, when I was in home I tried to do the maths homework. I had to create a symmetric copy of a shape, and use trigonometry to count something. I surfed the web and asked my sister, but it wasn't of any help.

Next day, during the maths lesson the teacher asked if we done our homework. Suddenly I realised how to do this, and started to write. She was mad, and I couldn't finish the homework on time. The teacher wanted to give everyone a 1 because of it. Then she told that I won't get 1, because I've made an orc head 3d model. Suddenly my mother appeared in the classroom and told something to the teacher.

When I first post my dreams they will almost always be a rough draft because I type them right after waking up and copy and paste what I could remember here. I will come in to write the details later! The lucid dreams will be heavily detailed in the beginning and I will come to elaborate on the regular dreams later.

My main technique for lucid dreaming is trying to focus on everyday life. Give myself ways to stay conscious throughout the day. I'm still pretty bad at this, but I guess it is slowly getting better. It makes ordinary life more fascinating at least. I can never had one specific title for my dream posts because I have recall multiple dreams in one night. I usually have so many dreams that it is difficult to remember them just because of how much I need to write to get all of the dreams down.

Color Coding System:
Regular Dream
My thoughts about the dream
Lucid Dream
False Awakening

Chinese names to cover identities of real people

Car Sick

In a car with one of my roommates, 艾娜. I am not sure where we are driving to, we are in a deserted looking area. Almost like a desert. We stop close to a restaurant/hotel. I stop the car in the middle of the road and get out. I am worried about parking it there, but I figure it will just be a short while. I get sick and go throw up. I try to cover the fact that I am throwing up when someone comes over to ask if I would like to reserve a table. I try to make it look like I am just wiping my mouth and slowly rise. He assume that I am going to be sitting at the dinner table with this one Chinese guy. I find him attractive, but tell him that I'm not interested in a table. I start to see the Chinese guy who was at the table talking to another guy while looking over towards me; I believe at least one of them or both were Chinese American. They start to fight for my attention, trying to get me to look over in their direction.

The Alleged Suicide of Bethany

I am in a room with several other people, though just as an observer. The three people in the room begin discussing some matter or the other, not sure what it was exactly. One woman recites a poem that she made up having to do with a river and drowning, it has some element of being morbid and sad. After saying it, one of the other people asks her where she learned that poem. She replies that she got it from a play called Beth (which I assume is referring to Macbeth). After she says the word "Beth" the second woman in the room accuses her of actually meaning to say Bethany, which is the name of the woman that was killed. She then talks about how she must have been involved in Bethany's death. She brings up how she brought a dress to Bethany's bedside for her reaction to it. She would put her hand on the dress to see how she reacted to it. She also mentions how she would spend over 170 hours on Facebook. I am assuming to research information about Bethany's death? Also I remember thinking in the dream that 170 hours is not that much, but in my dream I mistook her saying 170 hours for 170 minutes, which is only a little over 2 hours. Then I realized that even 2 hours on facebook is a lot of time.

Sexual Abuse - slightly graphic

I have a dream about 婻. She enters my dream and tries to kiss me on the mouth. I avoid her as she gets closer to me. Horrified I wonder what is wrong with her. She puts her hand on my chest and tries to get closer to me. Mentioning something about another friend I have that I would be okay doing that with. She acts possessed in the dream. I wake up horrified. I wonder how I didn't realize this was a lucid dream since it was very out of character for her, but then I think that maybe in my subconscious I feel this is something she might be capable of.

No Future

I talk to my sister about her ambitions and the program she wants to research in. She tells me she is considering no longer doing it, but she is worried about being the disappointing one in the family since everyone else was disappointed with me and what I did with my life. She doesn't want to upset my dad.

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Meeting in a Dark Room Turns Party

A lot of movement happens before entering my lucid dream. I am always in some type of dark void moving around. I end up lucid in a house with a bunch of black people, behind a guy who is sagging his pants. I accidentally grab onto them and they pull down a little so I move back away from him as I am afraid of accidentally offending dream characters. I follow them upstairs. It is very dark. I realize a lot of my lucid dreams lately have been dark for some reason. I try to mentally turn on the light in the room, but to no resolve. I then decide I will close my eyes and imagine light! I end up leaving the dream. Well this isn’t very good. I guess I’ll try to go back maybe. So I am floating upwards into space moving around twisting and turning. I start to concentrate on the people on the couch. I start falling down, down, down, down. I’m still concentrating on the couch. I end up back on the couch and some lights are finally turned on. Though this time I am at some sort of party. I start walking around noticing all of the different people in the dream. I walk past one guy and wave at him. He is a tall black gay guy with dreads, he kind of scowls at me after waving hi to him as if he is thinking “why are you taking to me?” I keep walking and try to start talking to myself to hear my own voice. I didn't speak out loud originally because I thought it would end the lucid dream for whatever reason, and also because I believe I can communicate with the people in my dream by just thinking anyway. I continue to around the party until I see Cookie and Luscious from The Empire (a TV show) sitting at a table laughing and smiling. Cooke's hair is done up and she is wearing bright red/orange looking lipstick. I continue walking and see a character from The Game. I keep moving around hoping I can see two of my favorite guy characters from the show. I then see Tay Diggs from The Game. Wanting to play around with my lucidity a bit, I ask him if I can kiss him. “Yea, sure.” He replies with slight hesitation. He is extremely tall in my dream. He must be at least 6’4. As I go in for a kiss he tells to me wait, that he wants to jump back in the pool first because he’s worried his breath smells like pizza. I assume he is maybe going to gargle the pool water to get rid of it, which I find slightly strange but at the time I thought it was normal. I follow him outside and watch him jump back into the pool. I also want to jump in but I am fully dressed. I am wearing a white and peach looking dress/jumpsuit, not sure how else to describe it. I figure I can jump in because I am dreaming anyway and I can just make myself dry when I get out. I start to jump in but realize how high up I am. I see a woman at the bottom. Next to her are two twins, black women with big poofy loosely curled hair and a white female friend of theirs. The woman at the bottom is also white and her hair is braided loosely into twists, which seem to be fake locks for her as her hair looks very thick and coarse and the twists stick out to the sides instead of lying straight down. I start to jump in but I am too high up. I look down and realize I might end up hitting the stairs that lead to the shallow end of the pool. The girl with the twists makes a comment about my hair, "Did you like do mock locks or something?" She says to me. I look at her with confusion. "Um, my hair is in twists. It doesn’t look anything like locks…" She replies, “I know! I was just thinking you black people love to do ghetto stuff with your hair.” I end up next to her. Annoyed I reply something like “What the hell kind of comment is that?” She says, “I’m just kidding!! Gosh lighten up!”

“Don’t make comments like that to any black people. Especially ones that you are not even friends with.” Annoyed, I start to leave the pool area, and end up in a game room with Michael Jackson. Yes a lot of celebrities in this dream…which is kind of weird for me. We play some type of car race game where you press a button and a difference sequence of actions pop up one by one. You keep choosing until you are happy with your sequence of attacks on the other player. When you are done you both allow them to play out. When you are hit, your part of the game starts shaking. It was on something that I guess could be described as a long, black pole. One opponent stands on one side with the other person standing on the other. You face each other and if your part vibrates it will make you move and fall so you are acting as if you have been actually hit. Michael Jackson would get very dramatic when he had been “hit”. Like falling down and clutching his chest. I guess it would be pretty entertaining if I wasn’t so confused about this type of game. After this part of the game I lose consciousness and wake up.

Little Minchkin and the Road Trip

I am with my parents and as we are walking in an indoor parking garage I see one of my sandals on the ground right after realizing that one of my sandals was missing off of my feet. My dad scolds me for being so careless with my things. Inside of the car my mom starts to put all of our dirty shoes in a bag. My dad gives her his sandals to put in the bag since they are too dirty. The shoes are all filled with sand. I am assuming we all went to the beach. As we are driving in the car, my dog Minchkin starts to climb onto my legs and stick his little face out of the window. However, he is too forceful with doing it and I am scared he will fly out of the window. I hold onto him tightly and only put him a little close to the window, but not all the way.

Buying New Balance Shoes in Shanghai

I am outside trying to buy New Balance shoes for 周周, I ask what type of shoes they have and see they only have really big sizes (European size 50) and really small sizes for a baby. The woman selling them says they don't have any other in between sizes right now and that all of the styles are for men.

I honestly feel like I had a LD on an early sleep cycle but completely forgot what it was about.

I was in my neighborhood, the next street over from where I live. I think I was just out for a walk or something. Rather typical of my dreams, it was foggy/overcast and all of the plants looked very green and alive.

The first thing that I remember happening was seeing a car with a crashed up front driving recklessly down the subdivision street. The windows were open and I could hear people yelling and cheering.

The person driving was someone from my neighborhood. We'll call him B. I could tell by the expression on his face that he was completely wasted. There were a bunch of beer cans on the dashboard.

Wait... his face. Yeah he was driving right at me. I can't recall what color car he was driving, it seemed to change. But it was like a full size van or a hummer; something big.

He tried to run me over and I jumped out of the way. I thought maybe he was just going to pass me by and carry on with being drunk. But he turned around. Everyone in the car had started cheering for him to run me over.

There were a couple of boulders in the front lawn of one house. (They are not there IWL. I walked and checked this morning). I figured by standing in front of one I could trick him into crashing the car into one. It actually worked. The hood of the car came off and I could see the engine inside. But he turned around and he kept trying to run me over.

I must have been at least a little bit lucid because I wasn't at all scare of what was going on. I know after a few more tries at hitting me, I began jumping over the car as it drove near me, rather than jumping out of the way. I took note of how floaty things seemed.

I continued to jump around. Things were getting so floaty I was borderline flying. I think at this point they decided to put a bounty on my underwear. They stopped the car and a horde of drunken adolescents got out, including B. Also among the group was a character that I created as a joke between me and some of my friends; a boy named Swagbag Stanely. (Meant to make fun of online gamers and the pesky airhead boys from school.)

I started running from them. There was this big beautiful tree (growing in the middle of the road.) Like a willow tree or something similar, with lots of vine-like branches hanging down from it. I grabbed on to one of the branches (I didn't think it would support my weight, and swung around.)

I realized that this was pointless as I was just going to end up swinging right back into the crowd of people that wanted to get me. I tried to change my momentum to wrap around the other side of the tree, and (because semi-lucid dream) it worked. I was able to propel myself along. The vine got caught up on the inside of the tree and I jumped off onto a branch about halfway up the tree.

The branch was wobbly. I crawled in closer to the trunk of the tree, where I was eventually able to stand up. Swagbag Stanely. (I'm sorry, it's hard to reference this character in a serious situation. ) started climbing up a tree. He was still acting drunk, but he had a switchblade knife, and everyone was cheering him on.

I started shaking the branch he was on, but he was climbing closer to me. He was getting closer to me and moved in to lunge. I knew he was beyond reason so I did the only logical thing I could do. Put my right foot to his manhood as hard as I could. He fell out of the tree. I lost my balance too, and fell off, but caught myself on a lower branch.

I looked down and saw that he had split his head open, and was bleeding quite a lot. All of the drunken people started to come to and realized what was happening. One of the moms, or just some random middle aged woman showed up and asked what was going on.

The dream started to fade into a courtroom scene where I was re-counting the story. I lost it around here and woke up.

I tried to WBTB from this. It was only 6:00am. I figured I could. I didn't have any luck falling asleep though.

There was a grand extravaganza with the heads of state and leaders of the church attending. I could tell it was more of a party and not an official function. There was some discussion between a few church leaders on how to bring about a revival and healing to people. It was decided by them some sort of traditional rite should be performed. The most prominent church leader then went through this rite, and to end it, it involved him pouring a goblet of wine into the sea. I could see him at the cliff edge, pouring it over ceremoniously into the pacific ocean. So where we were must have been eastern Russia. Anyway, as soon as he poured it all out, what was somewhat normal weather over the pacific ocean erupted into a huge storm. Clouds covered the whole expanse of the Pacific Ocean and the winds and waves roared to life. It was like God took offense to the rite being performed and judgment was now at hand. Everyone there were terrified at what was happening and those condoning the rite were shocked that the rite had exactly the wrong effect. It is weird in how I can see a impression of the whole Pacific in my dream and what is happening to it.

Somehow I transitioned to a different place, I could tell it was England and I was near a grand cathedral. Well I wandered around the cathedral and also went to the balcony of it, looking out. The people there were also now gathered in masse, and some seemed to be praying against the coming evil. They started singing a beautiful song of praise to the Lord, and as they did, light shone through breaks in the clouds and beams of light lit up the area. It was all so majestic. I wandered around a bit more after the singing stopped. The light quit coming once they stopped singing. Not all were singing, only a few what seemed, random, people in the crowds. Everyone spirits lifted at the singing, but after it stopped, the crowd went back to being nervous and fearful at the coming storm. That's about where my dream ended.

I remember having a few dreams, but all I can recall are fragments. I was in my home, working on something. I recall also another weird toilet dream.

Me and my mom are having a walk in a beautifull forest . There is a higher hill in the forest.
Suddenly I feel danger and tell my mom to take cover , my friends father walks up the top of the Hill.
"I'll kill him " - I say and take a knife out while leaning behind a bush I go into assassin mode , sneaking around. He almost saw me but he keeps watch around.
Mom doesn't understands why I want to kill him , neither do I but I still want to kill him.
I sneak and sneak . at a point the dream ends.

+(f) packing (another?) sandwich into MR's lunch

I have to put a sandwich into my friend MR's lunch box. There's already another sandwich there, I lift up the top and see it's half white/half brown, like half tunafish and half peanut butter. I put the other sandwich on top of the first one. Then I think that I should have put it in a bag so that the two stay separate.

+(f) (at the gym?)

+ hanging out with the pot grower / Christmas tree seller

I'm lying on the ground [dreamsign] in a small store/room talking to a pot grower. He's discussing the different varieties he has/grows. He takes a bundle of cellophane-wrapped pot "starter plants" (each a slender stalk about 1 meter tall) out of a closet. I want to ask him how much money he makes or what is the most profitable but I don't want to look like I'm interested in joining the business.

The stores has changed to be a Christmas tree store. I'm with my wife. We're trying to choose a tree. I start in the same corner of the room I was lying in with the pot grower, and I'm looking around at the trees. They're all potted, and all short. They have acacia Christmas trees but I think they won't do at all, need a pine tree. I see a well-shaped (but short) pine tree but it is entirely black below the top few rows of branches. I think there is no way to "copy" the ornaments automatically from one tree to another tree.

At the other side of the store, I decide not to get anything at all because I've not seen anything I like. My attention is drawn to two ornamental pots with small sculptures in them. Both of them contain clay owls exactly like my mother used to make. My wife comments that they look like her owls. I get choked up and start sobbing/crying and turn away, asking my wife to buy one because they remind me of my mother/home. My voice sounds very high-pitched like a tiny kid and I think I sound very un-manly.

+ Brutal race/fight where the loser suffers painful humiliating punishment

Two guys glad in black leather fighting suits are preparing for a fight. I notice when one guy takes off his cloak that he has a lot of weapons attached to his belt, like small axes, etc. One guy is putting the "punishment" device on to a central table, it's a long, petrified male organ with a chain at the end (sort of like a large "rabbit's foot"). The loser of the fight must endure having the winner jam this thing into the loser's butt.

The scene switches to a large race track, and the competition is now a (foot) race rather than a fight. As the race commences I'm on the sidelines, and take up a banner of some sort that others are holding, it's some sign that show's the status of the race or the direction of the track or something like that, and hold it up over the track with the others so that the (cameras?) can see it.

The race contestants are a good guy and a bad guy. The good guy loses. I think (see?) the girlfriend/wife of the good guy run to their vehicle, maybe he'll make a break for it to avoid the punishment. I go over to the main building and there is a huge, loud crowd there, they're not going to let the loser get away.

A bunch of people are in a hallway, I see the loser clad in black and he's screaming "IT HURTS!" I don't see the actual application of the punishment (which is now a long baton in the butt) but imagine it sticking out of his backend.

Someone complains about this brutal punishment being applied to "a loving person." There's some sort of short swarthy sneaky looking event official there walking along with people saying s.l. "don't interfere with the proceedings."

In the garage beyond the race track I'm there and a car of some guys drives up, they make a sharp right turn and the left front wheel of the car flies right off of its axel and flops to the ground a short distance away. The car/wheels are very pimp-looking: furry and bright pink. I expect that the car will collapse on the axel and it does soon, starting to slide towards me, I hope out of the way. Walking beyond the car I see a ping pong table against the wall of the garage.

Dream shifts to a documentary-memorial: at various spots around the (world?) there are plaques on the ground: the view shifts to a top-down view looking at them and each time the plaque fades away and we see the face / short video of the person who died. Most of them are white young men. Some of them died from dehydration during the race.

Lots of recall from this morning (or rather, last night)! Remembered two separate dreams. The first one was one I recalled upon waking up in the middle of the night, so the details didn't come back to me as clearly as they did the second one.

I went about my daily business at a new company for work. Only, this wasn't just your average job. The workplace was also a school. I frequently went with my coworker from real life, and we went about our daily grind. At some point this part is just a fragment for me I ended up playing a hyper-advanced version of a PS2. After doing some more work, it then occurred to me that somebody was behind me. Somebody with sinister intentions. They ended up holding a cloth to my mouth and wrapping their arms around me so that I couldn't escape. I had been drugged.
And with THAT really unnerving ending, that's all I can remember from the first dream. Not a whole lot, but something nonetheless.
Now for the SECOND dream, which I remembered upon waking up for good. This one was quite longer, and more vivid.
I had bought a fancy new apartment for myself, and was looking after my dog Jesse one bright morning. Jesse ended up peeing all over the place (which is what he does in real life). :canislucidus:
I tried bringing him downstairs to a safer area to pee, but my girlfriend and her mom disapproved of it, and scolded me extremely badly, almost to the point of insulting. I felt extremely bad, and for some silly reason that I assume only goes by dream logic, Stephen Hawking was nearby while they scolded me, and he was smiling a big smile and ramming into me with his wheelchair. ...make of that what you guys will.
But I digress, after they scolded me, I screamed really loudly out of frustration.
Soon after, all of us went to a concert hall, where the DJ and producer was none other than my Japanese teacher! This brought up my mood quite a bit, and we caught up for a while. He then let me take control of the stage, as a play was going on (though I don't remember what it was). I messed around with the lights, and background music, amusing myself for a while.
And finally, after THAT was done, my teacher, girlfriend, and her mom all went with me to this little girl's house for her birthday party. Oddly, I didn't recognize this girl from anybody I know IRL, yet I treated her like a little sister.
My girlfriend's uncle was at the party too, scoffing at people getting references wrong. Scarily enough, just like the ending of the last dream, this one ended with a bit of an unsettling note, as news got around about a killer on the loose while we were singing happy birthday, of all things.

Teaching

I have a dream about teaching my girl students. They are giggly and bubbly as usual. I see one of my students who is very good at English in the dream. We talk a little bit and I am impressed with how much her English has improved.


Student Visa

The school I am working at offers to transfer me over to a student visa from my working visa.


Work it Out!

I am on a bouncy ball in the middle of a huge group of women and children. It's hard to get them to hear me so I must speak as loud as I can. The movement on the bouncy ball starts to get me to start flying and swirling randomly into space. This type of movement usually propels me into a lucid dream.

Out of Control Car

I am in my car, in the middle between the driver and passenger seat, talking to my dad from outside of my car through the windshield. The car starts to roll backwards and then quickly propels backwards rapidly as if I have applied pressure to the gas. I realize this is impossible and become lucid. The car stops and I am inside of some type of garage. It is very dark. I lose consciousness and the lucidity as well as the dream ends.