non-lucid

Ed, you old dog you!...my first full sexual encounter and at the seaside! Talking to your brain clearly works..although I didn't ask for this to be honest...

Nil points for my chat up line...basically, it seemed to be "what do you reckon?" The first recipient of my deathless prose was a large woman who seemed to have piercings. She apparently didn't reckon and became very loud and angry in her objections..a relief really because piercings are definitely not my thing.

The next lady certainly seemed to reckon and we peeled away in search of a suitably secluded area...down a dark alleyway, sharp turn right and up a bit to a grassy knoll...hold on...weren't we on a pier? We immediately got down to it...foreplay was clearly in line with my seduction techniques...non-existent. Then I made the mistake of looking down...

My member had full marks for length, but it was like a thin black tube. Presumably, as with hands, the brain just doesn't do any extremities very accurately (particularly length). The sex was disappointing...but then I've read that somewhere before. Don't take offence Ed, it's not your fault...you just need to get out more.

Then, as often happens in my dreams, I'm suddenly somewhere else and trying to get back to where I was before. (major D/S i.e. searching, lost, looking for something...then, aren't we all?) It should have been easy... down the alley, sharp right and up a bit but no...the scenery shifters have clearly been hard at work.

The rest of my dream involves me wandering aimlessly about. There are now multiple hillocks with trysting lovers atop...how does a pier hold all that dirt and grass? Finally I get to what I think was my grassy hillock and I peer upwards...but there seems to be a party going on up there...and I woke up

I'm not making this up...it was a clear dream (A good sign for me because it represents a step in the right direction.) I'm not that disappointed in the poor quality of the sex because I just know I'd get hooked and I have other priorities...and once again, thanks Ed you're a diamond and I'm glad I'm coupled-up to you...in the platonic sense of course...

What amazing recall I have...ugh. I know absolutely I dreamed last night, I just can't remember 90% of it!

Here is what I DO remember

- Some kind of mass disease situation going on, and alot of families driving to the local CVS and camping out there, waiting for a cure. The disease effected children, so everyone camping out had at least one child. I also remember a creepy guy there. I don't recall if he was trying to get the kids away from their parents to kidnap them, or if he was the one handing out the cure to the disease. In some way he was manipulating the parents or kids. The parents may have been hanging out in the parking lot in hopes of him releasing it.

- In order for kids to be selected for the medicine, a match-up style game had to be played between two opponents. Kind of like a tournament. The game involved a shoebox sized wooden box with little wooden tiles inside. It was basically candy crush meets scrabble, I think. Matching up of different styles of the wood tiles was definitely part of it.

Thats about it. Hopefully writing this down will cause my brain to leak out more detail on the next dream~!

INSPIRATIONS: So obvious. I was talking to someone I call "semi-creepy guy" to myself, because he is..semi-creepy. So, as a result, I had a creepy stalker guy in my dream.
Also, I have lately been addicted to the new Candycrush game, hence my certainty in the kind of game that was played in my dream.

1. I become aware that I’m lying in bed. The atmosphere feels weird. The shadows on the wall look odd.

Now I’m facing the other way, looking at my fan’s light. It morphs from a round circle to a star shape, and I’m shocked. I realize that I could be lucid dreaming. I look over at my clock and it says 1:00.

But when I do a memory RC it’s fine? Then I look at the clock and it says it’s only 11:00, just about 40 minutes after I laid down for bed.

Note: I wonder if I was dreaming for part of it, but then woke up. It was pretty choppy.

2. I look out a window to my right and see a balloon floating in the yard, I hurry outside to it. It’s got a bag filled with something to anchor it down on the end of the string. I see more of them around the yard and remember that there’s some event going on here at grandma’s house.

The balloons are starting to float up into the sky and I think that the anchors sure didn’t last long.

I’m making my way through the back yard by riding on some kind of ball (similar to a soccer ball). There are caravans and animals everywhere, either sharing caravans or lying on cloths on the ground or just wandering around. I first come across one with a deer in it, and I wonder if it’s a dead one that grandpa hunted. But when I get a closer look, it seems to be alive, and there’s some kind of feline predator in there with it but it’s just lying there too, staring at me.

As I pass along, I come to realize all the animals are a mix and they don’t seem to be attacking each other.

I’m kind of nervous and focus on making my way through everything. Some fox-dogs appear and one of them nips at me (they look kind of like the dogs from a previous dream but I just knew they were dangerous and more fox-like).

I come across an elliptical that I think looks like mine, only bigger and it seems to have a seat, but it has clothes draped all over it. I think ‘what a waste’.

Somehow I end up knocking clothes off of it but keep going. I feel kind of guilty though and end up going back to haphazardly drape them back on it. When I get to the carport I see another elliptical.

I’m back in the room I started out in on the bed. Mom comes in looking for someone’s number. I find two slips of paper with numbers that have some 2’s and 0’s in them and other writing, but one is longer. I compare them and say that they’re the same.

I think they didn’t work or something, because I end up saying that I have Matthew’s phone number in my phone.

Mom has my phone now and a ringtone starts playing of ‘The World is a Vampire’ by The Smashing Pumpkins.

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage ♪
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage ♪

Except it sounds kind of clipped around the ‘rage ~ I am’ part and I think that she must be fast-forwarding through it. When I heard it I looked over at her like ‘oh, so you went and listened to the song?’ (see inspiration notes).

She’s talking to him now, and I think I’m lying down and kind of out of it. I tune in for a moment and think how awkward it is to be listening to this so I tune back out.

“Hello? Matthew? I have a feeling you’ll be calling me back.” I hear. Matthew had hung up so she’d left a message.

She tells me that she likes taking any opportunity she can to remind him of work, and that he’s built up this whole fear about it. I want to add that Rane works hard and is still able to make time for other things like Jack.

Inspirations: Grandma has an elliptical and I found out she put it out in the yard. The fox-dogs probably do come from the dogs in a previous dream. I’ve had multiple dreams that were about the dream mystery that is the back yard of my grandma’s house. IWL they own a large property so the back yard is big. Not a bad place to dream about! Yesterday I sung that line of ‘The World is a Vampire’ and mom was like “??” so I told her about the song and how it was the theme for ‘Whale Wars’. So in the dream, I thought she had went and found the song to listen to afterword. The Matthew thing is complicated but he was my sister’s ex and had issues that caused them to break up.

There's a human woman who, when looking at a particular vampire through a mirror, would see a reflection of him that no one else could see - or rather a sort of different version of him, seen far off and from a distance, performing different actions. She's never been sure exactly what this means. He believes that she's been seeing something like his soul, or another side of him - he saw it as something like a hope for salvation. Right now, though, he's leaving town; he's loading luggage into a car, and both he and his sister are dressed in a drastically different, more formal style than she's ever seen them wear before - she thinks of it as out of character. But it only seems that way to her because they're destroying the personas they've been using with these particular identities and creating new ones, and she's never seen them do that before.

She's standing on the sidewalk, talking to his sister, and she's saying, but what about those visions of "the man in the glass" - how can the two of them just leave her without finding out what her visions meant? The sister says those visions were just illusions that he's ready to move on from.

I'm in a fortress that's been evacuated, watching a woman who's been advising me as she treats this survivor we'd found lying unconscious in the hall. Now that she's conscious again, my advisor comes to me and says we're in luck; the woman's the head of a noble house and she considers her loyalty as being to the throne itself, not to any particular claimant, so she's willing to pledge her sword to me. I'm aware that there was some previous meeting that had declared me the legitimate claimant to the throne, and that's what's determining this woman's decision, not that we've saved her life; if the meeting had declared in favor of someone else, she'd be supporting that person instead.

The character side of me is surprised by this statement about pledging her sword; I say to my advisor, what, again? I'd had to find three noble houses to declare their swords to me, I'd managed it, there'd been a ceremony - that part's done now, isn't it? My advisor can't believe I'd say such a thing; exasperated (rightfully so, the observer side of me thinks), she explains that I need all the swords I can get, especially now as we're making for Hightower - I have a mental image of entering a military encampment and seeing the top of a round tower of brown stones in the distance. I see her point now that she's said it, and I think about the route between here and Hightower, and all the noble households located along that route. I hope we don't have to repeat the actual ceremony each time.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm part of a group of people protesting some issue, focusing on a sort of police force in a particular community but with broader implications. Trying to figure out how best to handle this, I enter the mind of the man in charge of the police force, trying to see what would sway him, what approach he would listen to. I find that the problem isn't our approach, it's that nothing coming from this source is going to sway him - even if my group convinced every last person in the community to unite and speak up, this man sees our community as a problem to be solved, a situation to be managed. If the police force is going to change, it needs pressure from someone else.

I travel to the mind of that man's superior, a political position. He's more sympathetic to the issue in the community, but he won't act just based on sympathy; it's important to him that he make "impartial" decisions about where to focus his limited time and resources. If public opinion among the area he serves as a whole was pressuring him to focus on this issue, or particularly influential groups or political powers, then he would focus on it. He considers this the most responsible approach.

Following the trail of political influence, I eventually come to the ruler of the country. He would be surprised to be asked about this issue at all; he considers it outside of his jurisdiction. This is the church's responsibility.

I come to the leader of the church, the equivalent of a pope. She also believes this isn't up to her; this is an issue for each nation to decide.

I missed recall the past few days. It was st.Pats here and it gets a little crazy.

today I had a few fragments, one I remember almost the whole dream but am missing a lot of details and transition from room to room.

fragment 1: me and a group of people were out in the woods on a late fall day, the leaves were pretty much off the trees, and it was an overcast(cloudy) day out. there was a squirrel in a big tree in front of us and i decided to shoot at it with my pellet gun. it hit and the squirrel fell and i walked over to it. it wasn't dead yet though so i put it down so it would not suffer. i think i was going to bring it to the camp site but the dream ended.

the next dream i was trying to sneak into a big complex in the mountains. to get into the place, i was swimming underwater most of the way. the building was in the mountains but had a lot of water under it. so i came out a few places but it took a while to get where i wanted to. some of the rooms looked blocky like minecraft. i found my way in eventually. the building looked like it was make of blocks for the most part. the rooms were mostly white, futuristic looking with a few black contrasting blocks here and there. i would keep ending up in small workshops throughout the building that wouldn't be futuristic and look like unfinished concrete basements with a lot of tools and machines separated with yellow rails. i made my way into a big lab room that was like it was before and heard people coming behind a door, so i went through it and it looked like i was in a long hallway to a hospital, and i started putting blocks down as a barrier and went bak into the lab room , closed the door, and locked it. the doors were not like normal doors. they were big thick doors with a lot of metal and moving parts. probably blast proof. after that i went out of the lab through a new hallway and ended up in another concrete room.

next thing i knew i was in a restaurant that looked like hooters, and all my fraternity brothers were thee and we were having pizza. i stayed and talked for a bit but left soon. i was outside at night looking for my truck to drive home but i never found it. i woke later.

7:36 p.m.

I was with some parkour (PKPH) people in some sort of office I was practicing some stunts, flips, jumps and twists. I felt I was too active in that limited space. Ken told us to meet the nurse/doctor via e-mail/text. I went as soon as I saw the message, which was already late. The doctor/nurse (male) was with Ken, but then Ken left us alone. The doctor/nurse told me to take care of my bones, particularly on my right knee. He then said something taking care of myself that somehow related to sex, but I didn't get. I asked him to clarify. When I got it, I just smiled and told him I'm not sexually active. He smiled a knowing smile, probably a smirk, and said "Yeah, you're not."

Then I heard him talk to Ken about how I very easily let him (the doctor) "in" through my mind. The context was hypnosis. I was walking around the office. It was late. It's probably dark outside and some people went home already. Reminded me of the night I trained in Ninja Academy.

Strangers arrived. New group. Complaining about not getting attention.

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Notes:

- I had parkour training the entire morning.
- I slept at around 4:30 p.m.
- Woke up at 7:36 p.m.

I was in a familiar place. Somehow, like Cebu at night. A man offered to pay me for sex. At first, I thought he said his age is 100. I realized he said $100 an hour. He has white hair and looks older than middle age.

I was in a skate area. I jumped from one area to another. Edu Manzano was there. He asked who's Ilonggo. I raised both hands while I ran and jumped. He asked a question that I didn't understand and didn't make sense, but I answered something like "Yeah, I think it is." He confirmed that's the right answer and explained why. I didn't understand the reasoning or the words.

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Notes:

- Slept around 12 a.m.
- Alarm at around 6 a.m.
- Was preparing for parkour training

I was walking outside in a neighborhood full of houses and all of the sudden the world I was in suddenly became underwater. I felt peaceful though. At the same time this beautiful song started playing in the background.


It was the exact same song but instead of the lyrics "Put your back into it" it was "Paint the world red and black"

At the same time the houses, buildings, and architecture dissolved into threads of black and red paint that danced around me in artistic graceful movements as I swam. It was incredibly beautiful and comforting. I was in bliss and felt so happy.

After the song ended I became lucid, the trigger was me realizing that I was breathing underwater.

I sank below into the darkness of the water and soon felt my feet hit a wooden floor. The water had somehow vanished and I was in an old home. It was a bit dark and lit with candles. I walked out the front door and saw my sister.

"Did you know I was dreaming this whole time?" I asked her.

She smiled and nodded reassuringly, walking down the road past where I was.

I yelled after her. "My keyword is...Asshole! Remember Asshole! (I couldnt think of anything but the first word that came to mind that would be easy to remember was asshole. Because it was shocking and 2 syllables.)
I hope that one day she tells me that I told her to remember this word in a dream...

I went back into the house and started dancing. I'm a pretty great solo dancer in the dream world. I was just mainly happy to be lucid again. It's been a long time. After a few minutes Ray walked into the room.

"I'm lucid Ray! Isn't this amazing?"

"Yes," he said. "Make sure to write this down."

Then I woke up instantly.

When I woke up a lot of the dream was lost. It was much longer than this and more detailed. So much of it left me when i woke up but I think I got the most important parts and I am so glad that I was able to do it again. I was starting to think I lost my ability..

I was having a half birthday party at my house. It didn't seem like a lot of people had showed up though. My grandparents and my friend S were there. Then Manei showed up as a little girl, about 8-ish maybe.

She wanted me to give me her present now. I think I became partially lucid. It was a book that she had made. It looked like it had been made with computer paper and tied together with string. The whole thing was drawn with crayon.

The title was 'Light Green Paint'. This was a reference to the title of my own autobiography (still a WIP). The reason it was titled such was because at one point during writing my autobiography, I had made a joke about how the watercolor paint trays in elementary school art class never had any yellow since it was always tainted with green. So I said that there was green and there was light green. I thought it was absolutely hilarious when I first made the joke, but now it just makes me chuckle. I decided it would make a good title for the story.

It was supposed to be a book of our travels together. If I remember the first page was my first lucid dream where we met. I looked through it quickly to see what was in it. Some of the pages were actually references to other lucid dreams that I had in the past.

Though for some reason the one that stuck with me was not even a dream that I remember having. We were in a workshop where some guy made Russian nesting dolls. I began to get a false memory, and I identified it as a false memory, causing me to become even more lucid.

She was talking about how I was sometimes too introverted and didn't really tend to care about others, but that might be a good thing because there were a lot of mean people in the world. The dream phased into the workshop of the guy who made the nesting dolls, but she still had the book with her and was showing me other drawings from it. Despite being done in crayon, they were pretty well put-together drawings.

I was still looking through it excited to see what else she had done. Most of the things in the book were things that I don't even remember doing in LDs.

I lost the dream.

Dream no 1:

I'm at my best friend's house, standing in front of a huge window, watching the neighbour have an unfortunate and uncontrollable bowel movement. I yell in disgust as my friend's two brothers laugh out loud. One points out that the cleaning crew from a nearby supermarket (Tesco) has arrived to clean up the mess. Lovely.

Dream no 2:

Bill Paxton supplies my best friend and I with various equipment and gadgets, and well as kickass cars. For what purpose, I'm not too sure. I had noticed that if we misplaced or damaged our vehicle, he would provide us with an even better one. To this end, I brutally crashed the car into the wall of our house. Bill, furious, told us that we could now use our own two legs to get to places. For some reason which seemed incredibly logical at the time, me and the best friend (let's call her Isabelle) needed to go camping. This was directly linked to the fact that we no longer owned a car. After having discussed this with her, I went to my bedroom, and picked out the warmest clothes I could find, settling on a black hoodie and combat trousers. I packed a bag, filled it with what I thought I needed, slung it over my shoulder before heading out, closing my bedroom door behind me.

Dream no 3:

Falling, falling, I hit the ground fairly violently. Standing up, I saw that I remained unhurt, save for the fact that I could no longer see out of my left eye. Panicking, I asked Isabelle's family if something was wrong with me. Upon seeing me, they all started shouting, saying that I needed to be brought to the hospital. I black out, and awake to all of them looking down at me, their faces very close to mine. They carry me to the car, intending to drive me to the hospital.

Sidenote: The fact that all these include Isabelle and her family make me wonder if all this wasn't in fact part of one massive dream, and I just forgot the bits that connected. Hmm...I don't know

Better...albeit just 2 small, mundane and slightly odd dreams recalled. Thanks Ed...you threw me a couple of bones.

My boss/teacher? (DS) tells me "look up dieters." ??? I scan through a large journal and apparently find some references. (D/S looking for something) I tell my boss/teacher...adding "It should have been entered in the index."

My boss (DS) and I are wrestling with a long roll of computer-printout paper. I mean really fighting... this paper must be made out of carbon fibre or something. Eventually I tear through the paper (where's the physics in that?) and he presumably falls backwards (if the physics is working at all) You know, I really felt as if I'd won a major disagreement...small victories.

I have a handful of dream signs and that's a good thing I think, because they invariably pop up and surely increase the chances of lucidity when conditions are right...which they're not at the moment.

Not much but thanks Ed...it shows you care.

First dream

I was in my home, messing up with router port forwarding settings. I couldn't get the forwarding done.

Second dream

I was in my old school. I was sitting on a bench and drinking juice during the break. The break ended and I had to go to the classroom. I entered it and looked for a spot to sit, but I forgot my backpack. I went to the corridor, left the juice under the bench and took my backpack. I sat on my place, in front of the class. We were just about to have a test. I saw persons from my new, and old school. The teacher was a female in her late thirties. She had a brown hair, and wore pale blue shirt, and jeans trousers.

In the last moments I looked through the book and notebook, but teacher told me Why are you learning now? I can add everything to the test! I stopped to look through them, and waited. The teacher told that we're not going to make the test.

She told me to go and sit in the back of the classroom. I went straight to the corridor, to take the juice. There was a security officer, who looked like Caesar. He was watching me, so I couldn't pick up the juice. I went back to the classroom.

It was the second german lesson in the row. The teacher was shouting at me, telling that I'm not gonna pass to the next class. She checked work of everyone except me. When she asked about one specific word, I replied. She wasn't impressed.

Morning of March 15, 2015. Sunday.

Dream #: 17,618-02. Reading time: 1 min 12 sec.



My family and I (as we appear now) are living in the Clayfield apartment, though there are no other buildings around (as in reality), only a big featureless field. It seems to be late afternoon. I watch a small airplane flying overhead, viewing it from the window of our main bedroom. Zsuzsanna and our children are not around at this time.

As an unknown female of about twenty years of age is walking westerly across the field in the opposite direction of our apartment, a Cessna nosedives, crashing behind her, though there is not much noise. Although it had not hit her, she is seen lying on the ground needing to be pulled away from the area by an older unknown male. I do not perceive that she is physically injured, she only has mild shock. The crashed Cessna remains in a diagonal position, with several small pieces on each side of it.

I suddenly find myself in the area of the event when I had only been watching it from a distance from our bedroom window. An unfamiliar man asks me about it. There are a few unknown people present. There is no mention of the pilot, but I am not aware of one being present, alive or dead. I absentmindedly claim that the airplane stalled because he was flying it straight up. (I say this about four times to different people.) I describe how the same accident had recently occurred three times, involving Cessnas with identical appearances. However, I do not recall seeing any previous event like this.

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This dream is a typical projected vestibular system correlation event, one of the most common waking processes, usually unrelated to waking life. It is an association with resolving the imaginary physicality of the dream state. The process often renders falling, flying, and rising events.

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Morning of March 15, 2015. Sunday.



In my dream, my family and I seem to be living where we are now on W Street though the house seems connected to the neighbor’s house as if part of some sort of large apartment complex and at least some of the layout (such as the kitchen) is rotated perpendicularly in the direction of the other house (though our bathroom is rotated one-hundred-eighty degrees around so that it is on the east end of our residence). There is a large but shared lobby towards the north rather than a porch of any kind. Our entrance faces north; the neighbor’s entrance faces west. (This layout somewhat mimics the porch in reality, as our main door faces north and the computer room has an external door that faces west onto our porch. The in-dream lobby however is at least five times the size of the real porch.)

My dream’s setting is later at night. I hear some noise outside and when I look out the window, I see two large flatbed trucks and a car, all of which are faced north and parked on our side of the street, the car being the first vehicle in the row. The two flatbeds are stacked with at least four levels of wooden chairs (and nothing else), though quite randomly at various scattered angles. The car also has chairs randomly strewn inside the back.

Later, I hear hammering coming from the other apartment. At one point I look out into the fictional lobby and see an older male and female, who have a large dog, carrying a couple chairs into their place. Apparently, every single chair has to be hammered upon here and there to fix it up for their new home. I mention that they are okay in doing this as my wife and I had been listening to hammering on and off for over fifty-two weeks. There is a bit of sarcasm in my voice which I do not think they catch. Being that we only share the empty lobby with the new neighbors, this dream is atypical of similar shared dwelling dreams where there is more integration and consequently more annoyances.

Later, my wife is in the bathtub and I think she is annoyed by the new neighbor situation. (In reality, the number of wooden chairs that were in the vehicles would not even have fit in the small house next door.) During the last part of my dream, I hug each member of my family for quite some time and feel a strong sense of love and hope. The positive energy dominates the rest of my dream.

Hugging, and its extraordinarily realistic feel of weight and pressure and enhanced sense of touch in general (including a sincere sense of compassion and respect), has occurred in my dreams since earliest memory.

Afraid to Call
SB is standing up from the table and pulling out her cellphone when a cop drives by outside. She puts the phone away hurriedly, expressing the fear that she might be arrested. We argue with her, "How could you be arrested for making a cellphone call in your own house? Come on, what would the charges be?" But we can't talk her out of it and she, still anxious, goes to bed. After she has left the room, I ask the others, "Is this normal?" meaning, does she act like this all the time? They indicate to me with their eyes and subtle nods that it is.

Note: It's odd, this is a friend I haven't talked to in a couple years, and after I dreamed this last night, today I got an email from her...

Turquoise Bob
Look in the mirror, see that my hair is cut in a turquoise bob. It looks surprisingly good; I think I might keep it this way. It will be annoying to have to get it trimmed all the time, but I should make an effort. Should I get the color done professionally or do it myself? Decide on the latter, that's how I've always done it. Look online to find the color. How to get the hued variegated like this? Figure I need to bleach it white first, then can selectively coat parts of it with vaseline.

Bus to Sabaville
In some vast interior space, need to get back home. Find a shuttle that I think will take me toward where I saw the bus stop, but then it goes too far and in the wrong direction. I discover it is heading to a stoner convention. As everyone stands up to disembark, young man in seat in front of me (hefty, dark hair, pale skin) stares at me and asks out of nowhere: "Who are you?"

I stare back, perplexed. "Why would you ask me that? We've never met before. How could it matter who I am? I'm a stranger, on a bus."

My answer seems to have disoriented him. "Am I dead?"

Sarcastically, I respond, "Could be. It happens sometimes." I leave, going in a different direction from the others disembarking the bus.

Awed by the sheer size of this place. Don't see any internal columns or supports... what is keeping the roof up? Must be miles across. Find the stop to take the shuttle back in the other direction. Young woman there, think I've seen her before.

"Can you tell me if this place has a bus that can take me back to Sabaville?" I inquire.

"That's not where you should be spending your time." I assume she means that it's not a very cool place to live.

"Well, it's where I need to get back to."