non-lucid

I dreamt I was in a grassy field in New Zealand. I asked a man if I could sleep in some houses, then said I would sleep in the field. Then we were at a science college and I thought I was in the future and living in New Zealand to go to college. I asked the man if he knew of a martial arts school nearby, and I was carrying a black belt. I thought I was in the future so I assumed I already earned my black belt, but told him that in the time period I come from I only earned a green belt. He told me a guy named Mike runs the school. We left the college and a guy came to steal my phone and I gave it to him because I was afraid. Friends came and chased the theif and the guy who told me about Mike kicked him (apparently he did martial arts too) and I started to do a side kick, and doing a sidekick woke me up.

I'm not sure when I went to sleep, maybe 8:00 pm - 10:00 pm. I didn't have much trouble going to sleep this time. I woke up around 7:00 am - 7:30 am.

This was both a lucid dream and a non-lucid one.

I was at a school. All the people I used to know were there, and we all seemed to be on good terms. This is when I started feeling a little weird about it, I thought "I thought they all didn't like me?" But I didn't press it more until later. I was walking with one of them across the grass field in the PE area and then I ran up to other people. We went and sat down by a basketball court.

Then we were walking across the school parking lot and we were going to go somewhere. We were then in a car. It was the driver (who I couldn't see), someone I used to know in the middle, and then me in the passenger seat. They were talking and then I realized, "These people don't like me irl, and I haven't seen them in a long time." So I said "I'm asleep." I think because I was aware of how my DCs always try to convince me I'm awake that they didn't say that. The one in the middle said "Hm, do you think you're asleep?" And then I became certain, and I was VERY lucid. I was thinking and talking like I would irl. I was very very aware of things.

I asked the person next to me if they were my dream guide. Now, I am not sure if they actually were or if they were just a DC, but they either said yes or maybe, I don't remember.

The dream started to fade and I think I was about to wake up, I even felt my body laying in bed. But I kept saying (or thinking, I'm not sure) "I will NOT wake up, I will stay asleep, the dream will continue and I will remain lucid." The dream started to come back, and in a few seconds I was fully lucid again. The "dream guide" next to me was still there, except they were now in the driver's seat, and the other person was gone. I was in the passenger seat still, but I don't think there was a middle seat anymore.

They changed into a bird. I asked them to change into something else. They asked if I would prefer an owl. I said sure, go for it. So they turned into an owl.

The dream started to fade again, and I did what I did before, and the dream came back. I was now in the backseat, and the "dream guide" was still in the front driving. I think we talked some more, I'm not sure. Shortly after that, the dream changed and I wasn't lucid anymore. But the rest of the dream was very long.

I was walking to class and I had my schedule in my hand, I guess it was the first day. I couldn't understand it, and I didn't know where to go. I kept asking people I passed if they could help me. No one else could understand it, or maybe they just didn't know where the class was. I kept going through the school and came across a counselor in the middle of the hallway. It was like a part of the building was cut out, sort of. Like a help desk, almost. I asked the counselor if they could help me. They started saying something about how they were nice to even be talking to me, because they weren't my counselor, and so they weren't allowed to help me, or something. I noticed a large paper with a bunch of sketches of an artist I know irl on the wall behind the counselor. I was very surprised, and thought "They went to this school?!" They sketches were NSFW and some students who came up behind me were looking at them and said things like "Ew."

I left and kept going into random classrooms, hoping that I would come across mine. Students kept looking at me walk in and out, and I was a bit embarrassed. Eventually in one classroom I sat down next to someone I used to know. I asked if they could help me, and I handed them my schedule. They were smart, so I figured they would know. I then leaned over and whispered "A gross NSFW artist I know of went to this high school." They didn't hear me at first so I had to say it again.

I think the dream changed again. I was with my friend outside, at a playground, I think. There was a square of sand, and my friend thought there was something under it. She kept digging with her hands and something poked through. I pulled it, and it was a white plush of a cat or bear. I think I tossed it aside. The friend kept digging, and she found a dog. I think the dog was magic. We went into a big car of mine and the dog kept running out. The view was third-person here. We had to get out of the car and yell for the dog to come back, because it kept running into the street. I think it changed into a person, but changed back into a dog and came back into the car.

The dream changed, I think. I was on some bleachers or something, with a bunch of other people. I think someone there had us captured. The person standing up told my friend and someone else that they were to fight. Not a physical fight, but they had to win games. The person took two round, bouncy candies and threw them into the group of people. They had to catch them in their mouths. I think my friend lost, and they were to be put in a cage. I asked if I could escort and watch her. The person said yes. The friend changed to someone I used to know. We walked through a place with a lot of hallways and open areas and restaurant-type areas. We weren't looking for a cage now, but the friend had to be chained to something with a yellow light above it.

We were looking for it, and found it in a restaurant. It was crowded though, so I wanted to leave. The person was upset, but we left anyway. I don't remember much else, I might have woken up then.

All of the dreams today are mostly me in first person, with full completion, resulting in me waking up upon finishing the dream. Sentences in Italics are thoughts I have in dream, while sentence in brackets are thought outside of the dream.

1. The dream starts of with me wondering down a corridor within the inner campus of a university, where only staff excess is allowed. It resembles the corridors of a hospital, but it's colours are muted. Although I say it resembles a hospital, I know it is not, as I've been to other parts of this university in other dreams before. I don't see anyone around, although I do sense others in the immediate vicinity. I come across a strangely shaped fish tank almost immediately.

It had a odd elongated back wall with gouges of different size and depth. Water flowed gently across its surface, collecting in it's nooks. It looks like a waterfall, I think to myself.

Upon closer inspection, I realise there were shrimps in the tank- two to be precise.

One hung precariously on the edges of one of the gorge, fighting desperately to swim against the 'strong' currents with its small body. The other, with it slightly bigger size, was snuggled cozily in a hole befitting it's breadth. Perhaps it was their contrast, or the smaller shrimp's struggle, I do not know.

I become gripped with a sudden obsession, one that revolved around the tank and its tiny occupants.

I spend a few moments trying to help the smallest shrimp, only to cause it time and time again to be swept away by the water. Eventually I manage to balance it on my finger- I pause for a moment, realising that it was the first I've ever seen my hands in a dream, there being no need for my hands until now. I continue on once I took note of this peculiarity- and find a nook suiting its size.

Stuck in their nooks, they never meet, only seeing the walls of the tank for their entire lives. Such a large tank and small inhabitants. They must be lonely, I ponder.

I continue down the corridor in search of more fishes to place in the tank.

Round the corner, I see another tank with an odd array of creatures. Out of all the creature I only recognise the dory fish from Finding Nemo, although I do not know the name of it's species. All of them were suspended in air within the tank absent of water. Unmoving.

At this point in time, the dream becomes sort of a blur and jumps. I only know that I've made my choice in which to bring with me back to the first tank.

The dream fast forwards to the first tank filled full with water. The shrimps are now able to swim freely, and they have new companions. And that's when things go down hill. The two shrimps, upon meeting, enter a predator and prey relationship. Ending with the larger shrimp swimming off with the smaller shrimp in it's jaws.

While the other fishes that I had chosen, although previously in stasis, upon contact with the water, come to life and feast on one another. I'm slightly alarmed and distressed at the results.

My vision then becomes focused on the dory and one other creature. The dory is one of the first to be eaten, and only an empty outer shell is left behind, the inside entire sucked dry. While the other creature- a strange ugly brown, angular fish with it's face at the top of it's body and wide lips- remains still all this while.

Suddenly, it's face and jaws snap up just as the shell of the dory lands on it's face. It spit it out a second later when it realises it can't eat the empty shell.

Dream Jump

I become worried that the strange creature may starve to death, and take it out from the tank. It becomes a small turtle, smaller than the palm of my hand. I attempt to feed it a copy turtle, and salt. The shell of the original turtle folds and become the jaws of the ugly creature and consumes the copy.
The dream's story finishes and I wake up. (It's around 3-4am)

2. In this dream, my body is a man's and I am a mob boss. I get into a white limousine. My grandmother appears before me. I become confused, as I'm sure my grandmother passed away years ago, but I take it in stride, assuming it to be a conspiracy of some sort in my family. Shortly after, the limousine is fired at. We are showered with bullets, but miraculously I am unharmed, my grandmother however has been shot in her side.

My body becomes back to my original, and my dad and I hold my grandmother up and try to carry her to the nearest hospital. The dream ends with us not making it in time before my grandmother's heart stops beating, and turning into a inflated ballon in the shape of a person upon death. And I think No one has died in my dreams before before I wake up.

3. My brother and I are on a bus to Johor Bahru, Malaysia, from the Dreamworld singapore . It's a tight squeeze. The bus is slightly dim, but filled with a number of coloured mini monsters/ blobs. (They kinda remind me of something outta Spirited Away)

We travel for a time before one of my old acquaintance, Darren, board the bus. We exchange greetings, but something about him is off. His grin is slightly...disconcerting. I proceeded to stare out the window, observing the scenery. The scene outside is breath taking. The setting sun turns the sky a blazing blend of gold and red, going well with the rust red of the autumn trees outside. I try to capture the scene with my phone camera but fail as the bus moves on.

As more time passes, the seats surrounding me start morphing into part and items from my house's laundry room. (Since this was non-lucid I just went with the flow like it was normal lol ) I start hanging up the laundry. Among the laundry there, I find dead mashed up babies and other mashed up bloody meat in between folded clothes. My mother is beside me as I find them, and smiles, revealing two shape row of incisors. Mother did this, I note.

I continue hanging up the laundry, strangely calm about the fact that my in dream mother is a man eating monster.
What feels like hours pass, and I start to panic at the endless laundry and am nearly about to cry when I wake up.

4.I am in an indie game playing as a pink blob called bob. Everything is pixelized and the objective of the game is to look for my burger. I go through a series of tasks and eventually find my hidden burger. The dream then ends

Morning of March 25, 2015. Wednesday.



My family and I are living at our present address on W street though it is somewhat different. The area east of us is more like a rural area with less buildings and includes at least one large empty lot. There is a wall clock featured that either is - or is designed to look like - an antique wall clock. The top section is octagonal (same shape as a stop sign - may be an association here with “stopping time” in a “wishful thinking” sort of way) and the bottom section primarily vertically rectangular.

The clock is the main focus of my dream though we also have a garden where the shed is in reality, covering about half of the backyard on the far side. I notice that there are very tall healthy plants, not sure of the variety, that are taller than a person. I briefly contemplate whether or not other people will be annoyed by this in their not being able to casually “spy” on us.

There is also a scene where a very old lady (unknown and unfamiliar) with a seeming cheerful disposition is smoking a cigarette in the (fictional) empty lot east of our house. I notice another cigarette (long, but with no filter) in a shallow narrow ditch (running east and west) in the ground and actually smoke it (even though there is no act of lighting it other than with my in-dream thoughts though I am not lucid). Although I am not a smoker in real life and rarely smoke in my dreams, the usual occurs. Small pieces of tobacco annoyingly fill my mouth from the tip each time I inhale from it. At one point, I exhale, and an amount of smoke far more than would be possible flows from my mouth as I sit on the ground. The old lady seems to be looking for the rest of her cigarettes which she had apparently dropped but continues walking east. There is also at least one unknown older male (about forty) standing around at the time on the north side of the ditch. (There is a very subtle geometrical redundancy as dreams tend to have at times. The cigarette lying longways in the small ditch is similar to the elongated drill-bit-like cog fitting in the semi-circular recess of the clock’s door in the next scene.)

The scene with the clock is fairly long and complex. The only character other than my wife and children at this point is a black-haired young female “servant” (though implied to be divine or angelic, though without the typical mirror-like eyes in this case). She is the one that starts the idea of the work on the clock involving the refurbishing of three different gears. Other than that, the clock seems mostly hollow of working parts but is still implied to work well again when repaired. Her intent to “restore” me (via the clock) seems devotional and selfless (though my wife unknowingly triggered a Blue Pearl event - brighter than usual - when I was in a health-affirming state the other night, just with her mental state at the time from a different room - thus the girl may also represent a young version of my wife - also yet again supplying evidence that the Blue Pearl is related to either direct communication between real soul mates or an entity or mechanism that acts on their behalf).

Paying close attention, I note that one gear, a slightly elongated cog that almost reminds me of a piece of a drill bit, is quite small and goes into the top edge of the clock’s “door” into a long semi-circular recess closest to the hinged side, though still has something to do with the timing mechanism rather than just the door uniformity and latching. Another cog is fairly large, about one-sixth the size of the clock and goes in the lower left side of the back of the clock’s hollow area. It has the typical inward-pointing rounded triangular hollows of radial symmetry, I believe five of them (likely representing the five fingers). The last cog is about half the size of the previous and goes between the door and the rest of the clock somehow, near the center of the back of the clock’s face. Apparently this work is metaphorical of restoring a certain level of well-being, which did have an effect on my real body after waking in a positive sense.

This dream was partially a result of generic health-affirming work. Although it is possible to script, write, and incubate a dream exactly as wanted (at any level of in-dream awareness) in every detail with my own lifelong methods, I often use very general terms (such as “thank you for restoring me to maximum well-being” or “thank you for returning me to my healthiest state” and thousands of others) and no plot-based constructs in this case. It is also important to understand the continuity of these phrases (most people get them wrong or use incorrectly worded ones - as most commercial products have incorrect methods implemented which is something I have noted for nearly thirty years - though in some cases a placebo-based event may result with certain people). Supplements of the phrases here should be “thank you for my restoration to maximum well-being” and “thank you for my return to my healthiest state”. This is because other levels of consciousness process word forms in a different manner than the wakeful conscious mind, especially gerunds; for example, as mentioned in another entry, “healing” can have many meanings, including an “infinite now” of NOT ever healing (since ”-ing" implies ongoing and never actually completing).

The smoking scene in my dream is likely related to a product I was aware of years ago and often joked about. It was a cassette which I read about, supposedly designed to help people quit smoking. The approach used in affirmation was completely wrong and ludicrous. It was typical of invalid dream-work-based or self-hypnosis-based commercial products of the time where negative terms were used and the focus on what was NOT wanted was implemented (for example, saying “I will quit smoking” is pointless at several levels).

This entry is going to differ a little from the usual simply because something fairly odd happened to me last night. I've never heard/read of it happening (though I am sure it is a regular occurrence) ,so I'm not certain as to what to call it. In any case, I'm going to describe what took place and maybe someone can shed some light on it

I am sitting down at a table, in a café. Looking around me, the colour of the walls strike me as lovely, being a warm and inviting orange. The establishment itself looks very comfortable, typical of the south of France or Spain. The tables were round and white, the floor was marble, with the counter facing the entrance. I was sitting away from it, a little removed from the customers. The happy chatter and laughter, the clatter of cutlery and general bustling of life which emanated from my surroundings just made the sunny afternoon feel even more like summer, and it lulled me gradually to sleep. I had been using the café as a place to study, seeing as it was also where I worked. Now far too tired to carry on, I fold my arms on the table and rest my head upon them. Feeling strangely comfortable, I fall asleep.

This is where it gets a bit weird.

Before me stands a woman, dressed as Katniss from the Hunger Games. I know it isn't her, but I don't know who she is either. She smiles and beckons to me, telling me to come towards her without actually saying a word. I begin to do so, but stop midway. She frowns as realisation dawns on me. This is a dream! Grinning I congratulate myself on finally becoming lucid. This new found lucidity leads me to thinking the following; This is a dream. Therefore, I know I can manipulate the environment! More determined than ever, I pull myself out of the fake Katniss dream and back into the café dream. I then proceed to pull the fake Katniss out with me, so that we both end up in the café. The issue here is that given the fact that I thought the fake Katniss dream was a dream, I reasoned that the café must be real. I essentially genuinely believed that I had managed to bring my dream character to life through lucidity. What is even weirder is the fact that I was completely unrestrained by any dream plot or narrative. I could do what I wanted. It was definitely a completely different atmosphere to my usual, non lucid dreams. Anyway, throughout the rest of the dream, we chat happily about various things, whilst drinking coffee. I realise that as soon as my attention wanes away from her, fake Katniss begins to disappear. For this reason, I feel compelled to remain with her until the dream ends.

Well, there you have it. I still don't fully understand what went on, but it was a lot of fun!

Sleep time: I've been having trouble sleeping lately. The last time I checked my phone before I eventually fell asleep, it was around midnight. I was woken up by someone else today at around 7:15 am.

I'm not sure if this was one consecutive dream, or several small dreams, because I remember bits and pieces that don't really relate to each other much.

I remember a person being given a baby on the sidewalk by someone walking by. Either that, or they found it in a puddle on the curb. I think I was the person's friend. We asked two people who passed by if there was a hospital nearby. They said there wasn't. My friend tried to wrap the baby in their coat. It was raining. It was evening, I think. Either that, or the rain made it darker than it was. I asked the people if they knew of someplace where we could at least find a bed for the baby to sleep in. They pointed and said the name of two streets I don't remember. I looked at my friend, but the friend looked like they knew the area, so I didn't say anything.

That was one part. The next part was me and a lot of other children. I was younger than I am now. We were put into groups of two by one person who seemed to be a teacher, and someone else who seemed to be the teacher's assistant. The children were supposed to talk about things, and then high-five when one of them talked about something they both wanted/agreed with. We were all sitting underneath a bridge, I just remembered. On the ground, facing each other and sitting with our legs crossed. The teacher and assistant were higher up on some grass, watching us.

The child I was with said something about being taken to a better place than this. I don't remember what they said exactly, but it sounded nice the way they said it, so I nervously gave them a high-five. I then started to get worried because I didn't actually know that much about it, and I had a feeling that saying I was all up for it would lead to something bad. I asked them if you could come back from that place if you didn't like it. I don't remember what they said back, but they high-fived me harder this time. I guess to make it look more confident to the teacher.

Then I was on a ship. I think this was part of that dream. I was going with them to this "better place." I was nervous though. I think me being nervous made the teacher afraid of one of us backing out. I remember that at some point, someone who had been with the teacher from the very beginning had passed away. I was talking with the teacher outside the ship, looking at the stars. The view was third-person this time, and it looked like I was playing a video game that involved making choices. The teacher asked me if they should give the deceased person a traditional burial (which was sending them into space, I believe). One of the options was something like "He's been with us for a long time, don't you owe this to him?" I guess it was a big deal to be properly buried, at least with this group of people, especially since the person had been so loyal.

I don't remember much of the rest, but I think I got too nervous about saying the wrong thing. My time to make choices ran out and I ended up picking whatever. I was then on the ship again. I think the teacher was upset, or they had an ulterior motive the whole time, or the "better place" actually wasn't real or that good of a place. I think the teacher had a feeling that I knew this, and that I was scared. They told me to go to the back of the ship, I believe. To get supplies, or something. I went, and the ship turned upside-down. The hallways were now tubes, and I had to crawl/slide through them. I found the person who we thought had passed away. They told me that they were going to go to the control room, because something bad was going to happen. I don't remember if they said this, but that was the feeling I got.

They told me to go find everyone and get them into the safe room, which looked like a large closet. They ran down the hall to the control room, which was near the back of the ship. I just remembered, I was wearing a hooded robe. It was purple. When I went to get the supplies, my robe started changing to different patterns, or to pajamas. The view was third-person then, but quickly went back to first-person as I tried to go through the tubes. I couldn't go to most places on the ship, because there was nothing to grab onto, so it was hard to go through the tubes that were slanted upwards.

That's all I remember, I think.

First night I dreamed I was at some kind of Mardi Gras event. All around me were people in fantastic costumes. And dancing. I was somehow in charge of the wardrobe section and there were people queuing for outfits. I was rifling through the racks and pulled out an exquisite velvet green dress with black piping. Some girl asked if she could wear it, I said no you can't becuase Shirley Bassey always wears this when she performs and she might turn up.

Second night I dreamed I was was taking my son and his friends to a running competition. I was in some kind of low level electric bike. Miraculously we all seemed to fit on this thing and I was going up hill to the venue. On arrival at the venue my son and his friends disappeared to prepare for their race, I looked around and again there were lots of people in fantastic costumes, including my mother in law and sister in law. It was then that I thought "oh hang on, didn't I dream this sort of thing last night??
So I knew it was a dream, in my dream, but somehow I was distracted by a pregnant lady who was half dressed on the steps and then I was helping another lady cover the lower half of her body with a sheet to preserve her modesty ( turns out my good friend gave birth during the night?) that's when the dream ended but I was excited next day as i realised that I had for the first time recognised it was a dream

I was in home. The whole place was changed, and created convulted maze of labyrinthine corridors and rooms. I was training with classmates, running up and down the stairs to attic. The attic itself was changing, from old and abandoned, to a part of palace.

I ran down, and entered a nearby room. There was an old man sitting on a chair. He was reading newspaper, but was interrupted by classmates. They have thrown one of them on the man. He was spinning and floating slowly towards the man. I ran upstairs to the attic-palace.

Red colour dominated in the room. It had antique wooden furniture ornamented with silver. I heard someone screaming something about bogeyman in that room. I don't wanted to go away, and I had a weird idea. I licked the air, and felt strong, sweet taste. After a while I realised that I licked the bogeyman in the face. I felt a bite on my left arm, and woke up.

3.23.15

Nap from 3 to 6:30

Tons of dreams, feels like dreaming the whole time.

1.
I was pullng scabs or whatever from skin without looking, when I pull something and it's like 3 inches long. I see a bloody root of a plant in my hand. I look at the other end and it's like a clover leaf. I find moss and other plants on my body. (from Bridge to Terabithia I watched the other day, where the dog ripped a chunk of moss from the troll's body).

2.
I'm in a one story hotel room that sits 5 feet from the take-off runway. I watch all kinds of diff planes take off from left to right and I'm telling someone what a cool hotel. It's winter, I walk outside and watch from there. Some kid starts to play on the runway and I tell him he better not, coz you know, the airplanes.

3.
There is a train going by the airfield and one wagon has opened side and bunch of kids are sitting there like on a disney ride "soaring over california". Someone shots a sotgun into them and one kid slides out all like wtf?

4.
Coworker A. is banging on some door handle to make it work. It's pretty consistent with his regular behaviour.

5.
I'm at work which is a swimming pool, and I'm cutting some beef to cook it up, coz hungry.

6.
I'm telling someone about my post I made today "sensations in head on verge of a WILD". And I demonstate my sensations by rolling on the bed and making sound effects.

I met with my friend in multiple dreams. [B]However when those dreams happened, I didn't even know him.
What's even weirder than that is that he had these dreams from his own perspective around one year ago.
I experienced these dreams 3 years ago.[/B]
Before the super market . [B]Again[/B]
Now it was daylight , the place was swarming with terrorists\guerillas
So I was like "lets screw somebody up"
I zoomed to the far away buildings' there was somebody walking
I stretched my hands and started to shoot big fireballs
Meanwhile : my friend just walks on the street around that particular building, when suddenly a fireball almost toasts off his head and was like "WTF are you doing?!?! stop! its me!"
Ofc I didn't know who it is , doesnt even heard his sound. I far firing, people were shooting like mad,
rpg etc flew. He jumps up after one of the buildings collapse and he still dont know what hit him.
Then he starts to jump towards me ,actually he jumps very big and flies towards me , I don't care ,I just sending those majestic flames into his direction , I feel awesome, yeah.

Then He arrives, He's just about to stop me , but he's woke up in that moment.
I've seen something nearing me , and before I've seen it , he dissappeared. Nevermind.

side note:Seriously most of these dreams were always before the supermarket or in it . damn.

In the next dream I meet him
I feel very easy and I say
-"Whassup bitch. I started to think you won't be here, here , let me show you those cubes"
Then I take out those cubes from a pack
-"These called "lymnitrix" , these are training program , you get in , and get out. Touch it.
He does so
and now he's in a training level, there is floating plates he needs to jump through to the end point, while he does this he needs to fight with a swarm of giant insects.
And so he does, he uses lightning , sword combat ,combines the two. He wokes up
Meanwhile I jump into another program. Now I'm on top of a large building in my city . There's another one.
And then theres those floating stones , Giant bees are coming so I get ready.
I use fire , lightning, I kill many of em' , I throw my sword into one of em, then I tame a bee and continue fighting like that. at a point , the dream ends.


In Another dream, I follow somebody, now , its the right side of the supermarket, I walk around.
Its winter , everthing is in snow. I wanted to spy somebody , so I think about a plan.
Then I got it .
I hide on to the roof and watch from above if anyone comes, but must be at alert , so nobody sees me.
A guy comes, a guard. I hide, and I watch , but I watched too long. I feel that he seen me.
I fall back and after a moment, a big lightning bolt comes through , severing the wall and the roof, it got my head almost .
I stand up , run out and warp down the ground. I shoot a lightning bolt , he shoots , Blocked it .
after a moment I shoot quickly again , I killed the guard. He dissappears.
"- What the hell was that, I supposed to spy somebody else, not this guy. Now I kicked him out of dream?
what can I do now? " I thinked
and stood here , confused till the dream collapsed.

I'm not sure of when this dream happened but I'll leave this here.

Another dream
Me and my present friends were grouping at a house. we were sitting around a wooden table .
Then I took a knife and stab the table , I had a glasses and I was in my rambo mood.
-"Guys, we got to do ... something big."
-"What do you mean?"
"-Something big ..explosions , robbing ,beating ,anything..."
At this point my memory is foggy, in the end we agree of doing something
there is my drunkard friend to , he justs sits and do nothing more than drinking
-"Give me that fucking wine , you drunken bastard"
I take the wine , drink some.
As we leave the friends mother throw a bottle which almost catches his head .
Dream ends.

Next will be the final chapter of "The Other Side" the dream where I had my final fight with a powerfull dc, probably another dreamer, but who knows....

1. This dream played out like a movie, except instead of watching from the outside, I was a presence inside the girl’s head and I knew more about what was going on than her.

The girl is standing with a man. He asks her if she needs something to read, and when she says yes, asks which kinds of books she had. She answers, ‘nature and werewolves’. Apparently something had happened to her copies. I was waiting for him to react to the latter term because I ‘knew’ he was one.

He leaves, and she’s holding some kind of tablet of his. I think to snoop around in it but dismiss it. She puts it on the round table nearby.

Gap.

She’s in a room. It’s really blurry here, but she gets really sick and pukes. She tries to reassure the man that it must be because she only ate twice that day. But I wonder if the man will suspect that it’s because she’s turning into a vampire herself and can’t process food normally anymore.

Meanwhile, I suddenly have this knowledge that the man is a vampire, and is looking for this sort of leader of the vampires, or at least his group, named Karen, and the girl could be her.

I remember that the girl had dark, longer hair with some kind of braided hairstyle. She was around 17-20 in age.

Inspiration: I’m wondering if the vampire thing naturally led to the girl being Elena from Vampire Diaries. IDK why I’m having so many werewolf dreams, they don’t even turn –into- werewolves in them!

2. Blurry fragment. I’m at this machine sitting on a counter looking at the option for these black plastic cups. You could get a smaller sized amount or 14. We needed 15 but I have no choice but to get the 14. Something about food. Gap. Mom is there and says something about being thankful for an extra cup being left there by someone. She pressed a button and a bucket thing with the cups in it starts descending down into the counter.

Inspiration: We have these sturdy plastic cups but there aren’t many left, and mom used some of them for something a couple of days ago and I was worried she was just going to throw them away after.

3. I was looking at some website that made me nostalgic. A lot of people made pages dedicated to certain things like a series or character, and they’d post a bunch of stuff on them like fanart and they were really popular, but they started getting deleted (maybe even by the people themselves) and then it sort of fell into disuse.

Inspiration: Gave me strong déjà vu, but I don’t recall a site like that. Maybe inspired by Tumblr+LJ, because I was thinking about it earlier.

4. Something about mom telling me Jack was working.

5. Grandma asks me about this cereal we have IWL, I answer back and she says that it’s going stale.

Inspiration: Me wondering if people would finish the cereal in time.

First dream fragment

I was playing Blood. I was standing on the shore, and I was holding sawed-off shotgun. It was raining.

Second dream fragment

I was in the school, in a classroom. It was really warm and sunny afternoon. Sunshine was giving everything strong glow. I looked back, and saw one of the classmates. He had dark hair, brown eyes and was wearing casual clothes. A white t-shirt with grey stripes. He put his hand into a pocket, and took an SD card out. He said:

- I have an SD card!

The night before last I had no recall whatsoever. There is some stress involved in my life rite now since I've been really busy, but it shouldn't be to the point of impacting me this badly. It's been frustrating these last two nights since what little time I've had to myself has been committed to lucid dreaming practice and that has been utterly fruitless.

This morning I preformed two WBTBs.

I recalled nothing when I woke up from this session.

-5:50am WBTB- (Hahaha! Perfect 90-minute sleep cycle there.)

I had some vauge fragments after falling back to sleep. Should have wrote them down...

-7:20 WBTB-

Something to do with this police lineup. The police had rounded up all of these people in the central park of a major city. I think some of the police were the robots from the movie Chappie. They had rounded up all of these people into a big crowd and were trying to return them to their families.

At some point I was one of the robots and I was helping to capture the people by chasing them through the park and shooting them with taser bullets.

Two of the police robots approached me. They said that they wanted to return Manei to me. They made this random girl step forward who looked nothing like her at all. I became semi-lucid.

She wasn't wearing any top, only pants, and was extremely skinny. She had a dark blue tattoo pattern all over the left side of her body and had dark green eyes and shoulder-length black hair. I tried to explain that this wasn't Manei. The girl was saying that she had never seen me before either, but the police were convinced that we were a dreamer-guide pair.

...

I was one of the robots again. I was at the hardware store trying to buy supplies so that I could repair myself.

Morning of March 23, 2015. Monday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and I are in a car in an unknown metropolitan region, though it could be Brisbane. I believe she is driving though the scene is not rendered that fully or clearly - it is more like we are moving along within a light mist that is only implying travel by car. She is relating to me how a (unknown) younger female was caught sending stolen precious gems in the mail (diamonds, emeralds, amethysts, and rubies - which I become aware makes the acronym “dear”). Apparently, my wife is required to sit with other people and take some sort of government-related tests. The location and the building is all unfamiliar.

There are perhaps a dozen people in the large room sparsely seated at several tables. Although the scene does not really have that much of a scholastic setting or mood, I become aware that the people are working on one-page third grade math tests for the most part. This has to do with some sort of government-related assessment to see the potential of certain individuals in society. It seems that each test for each person is slightly different (possibly so that people cannot copy another person’s answer). Mostly, there are one to two-digit addition problems and a few multiplication problems. Most of the people are over thirty and seem to be quite challenged by (seemingly at first) third grade math. Every now and then I notice something different, such as something that resembles a “Wishing Well” newspaper feature. I am not involved in any testing - I am only there for my wife due to complete distrust of mainstream authority.

At one point, I notice that Zsuzsanna is sleeping on a table on her side due to the stressful environment. I walk to the other side of the room and talk with an older wealthy-looking lady working on a test. She seems over fifty. I tell her that I know that it is (generic) third grade math because of my long-term experience with teaching K12 mathematics (though mostly based on combined international standards). At this point, however, I do see a long division problem on her page where the divisor is three numbers. However, I notice that the dividend area is not a complete number and to the right of the digits that are visible is a long black bar filling out the rest of the area under the long division symbol. I tell the older lady that this is not “real” mathematics and that some additional seemingly simple equations cannot resolve to decimal values (even though they are implied to), suspecting that something is “wrong”, yet I do not become lucid at these impossible math tasks though which still can apparently be answered “correctly” (that is, without the “no solution” option). I get the impression that some test questions may be in octal, by which such as four plus four would then correctly equal ten. I contemplate that the government could easily trick people by not stating what base system is being used - thus playing on the general public’s ignorance of higher mathematics and thus no one would pass, which irritates me somewhat (even though the tests really did seem to be at primary level earlier on). (Looking back at this entry and including additional pertinent notes, I consider that it may vaguely have been inspired by a similar scene from “The Flintstones” from 1994, concerning the whole math test scenario.)

From here, I walk across the room and see Zsuzsanna sitting in an armchair and another (unknown) female is on her right and other females are standing. It seems to be a smaller open room off the main room. At first I think she may be ill and I see “blood” she may have coughed up, but it turns out that she has a bowl of tomato soup on her lap and the other female has a different type of soup, possibly celery.

On the other side of the main room, I start talking to someone (also in an armchair) who turns out to be a very young version of Don Knotts (deceased February 24, 2006). Another male on his left is also seated and seems to be a young Jack Gilford (deceased June 4, 1990). I am only slightly aware that they may be ghosts. Our conversation is very cheerful and friendly and with respect. I notice that other people are looking at me oddly as they apparently cannot see the two males I am conversing with, which I confirm by directly asking them if they see either of the two other males and their general response implies that they do not. In fact, Jack plays a prank on one unknown girl by somehow pulling her belt off so that her pants fall down. However, this seems ambiguous because she is immediately wearing different clothes. (The scene was likely due to a brief association with Simon Hunt, also known as Pauline Pantsdown, an Australian satirist). Later, I notice that a large television is on (to the right and against the wall from where we are). Jack makes some sort of comment regarding how he cannot understand what people are saying in movies anymore. There is something about Harvey Keitel being in the (unknown) movie. Earlier, there had been the sighting of a Barbara Mandrell album (odd, because I know very little about her and have not seen anything about her in over twenty years that I recall). There is some sort of confusion about the name in it being more like “(Barbara) Mandel” which shifts to “Harvey Mandel” (an American guitarist) in confusion with Harvey Keitel. “Mandel” may actually be a subtle play on “Mandelbrot” here.

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Dream - Fishing and D&D
I was in a river and I was a fish, I had to eat more fish to become a big fish, except at some point I become just a normal person and I find a really big fish. On either side of the river is dense NZ trees and bush that I find as quite a common occurrence in my dreams. The river was also quite shallow and very clear. I think the dream progresses on, as I seem to wander off with some people who are friends. I stop as I see something, almost like some has stored their belongings underneath some bushes (it felt like it was underneath a bed)... I stoop to see what's been left and I find D&D rule books, pathfinder rule books, heaps of cRPG computer disks in their cases and some other stuff. I immediately go hard-nerd mode and scoop them all up to take them with me, thinking how awesome it was to find such cool stuff . Must be related to the release of that new Pillars of Eternity game in 3 days and how I've been playing BG2 to fill the time

During my WBTB I had some Mugwort tea, once again nothing really happened except being unable to recall dreams as well I as I usually would (hence only 1 dream). I feel it's caused by a drowsiness effect the tea seems to have... This kind of conflicts with another night where I had slightly more exotic dreams, like "The Wild" where I saw all sorts of crazy cool creatures... So I think there's a minor increase in vividness and exotic imaginings but it's pretty useless if you can't recall your dreams in the end :/. I can only surmise I don't have the right strain of Mugwort, since this contradicts the insane accounts of crazy vivid and strong dreams...