non-lucid

Date: Febrary 13, 2015
Non-Lucid
Duration: Fragment

Seems I was working in some kind of an office with big windows and glassy walls. It was night. I only remember that I helped a fellow employee to go to the bathroom. He was sick and I was carrying him, with his arm over my neck. The bathroom was very bright and lengthy, with the urinols on the left side and lots of sinks on the right side. I was in doubt if I would go with him for a toilet or to a sink, but he threw up to the ground, it was too late. That's all.

i'm BAAAAAAAACK
so I told myself I'd get back on track and write my next dream down on here, so naturally the dream I had that night was super clear and vivid... uh and sorry if my writing isn't too lucid (PUNS!!!) right now, 'cause I'm recovering from being sick. it's taking fricking ages, it's been like, 6 days. uuurgh.

Dreamin' 'Bout a Theme Park
So the dream started off with me at some sort of in-between stage. Supposedly I was at college with Jess, but it looked more like some kind of rocky beach area at night. Rather atmospheric. There was also something about a game I was playing with her, like chinese checkers or something. Also I was trying to figure out how much money to take to the theme park, taking into account that I really wasn't supposed to be spending much money at all at this point (IWL considerations).

So I settled on a decent amount, some other things happened, and then I was at the theme park. It was still night, and I was a bit disappointed to see that some of the rides had already been shut down. The ferris wheel, for instance, had been extended into the air to put it out of anyone's reach. I didn't want to go on the roller coaster or any other particularly vigorous rides, so I was pretty much limited to the quarter toy vending machine things that were fricking everywhere. That said, I still didn't have that much money.

So I wandered around looking for something I was willing to spend a measly few quarters on, and found Ben in a back room. This was kind of interesting, 'cause when Ben appeared in my dreams before he would tend to follow me around pretty closely, but this time he was just his own guy, off doing his own thing. So I thought that was pretty cool in a character-development kind of way. Yayyy.

At some point I started flat-out just, seeing what I could get away with in order to save money. Like huh, here are some candies lying out, the carnival operators aren't around, and mom's pretty okay with it... guess I can grab one. But then at some point they came back (they were more like game devs than carnival operators) and were a bit annoyed.

And then I found this super tiny snake so I caught it and it bit me like a bunch of times. I was like I'm pretty sure this snake isn't poisonous so it's fine, but I could feel the sting each time and see the tiny bloody cuts it was leaving on my fingers.

And man I forget what else. Sorry I'm being a super lazy nerd about this. But I'm gonna stick with it so it should get better. It was suuuper vivid compared to all the other ones I've had lately (and by lately I mean the past few months); that was the main thing.

I was in my hometown, lying face down on the sofa in the living room of the house. The same place where I had an OBE of sorts before. It's cold and it's raining outside. Grey clouds. I was nude.

Outside the gate, I saw someone sitting with her back to the gate. There are some baskets with her. Fruits? Clothing? I called out, wondering if it's Sunshine or Blossom. She faced the gate and I saw it's Sunshine. I gave her instructions to go "up." I hurried to look for clothes and went out the door.

When I went out, I was in the hallway of a building. A hotel? Condo unit? I went to the elevators but worried I might miss her on her way up. I passed by some people who seem to be heading or waiting for a meeting. I saw Rex and said hi.

First dream

I was in Warsaw with my older sister. We were waiting for a bus to home. In the meanwhile I wanted to get a PC game, but I couldn't find it anywhere. After a while the bus appeared, and the drvier was a biology teacher from my old school. He was sitting in an armchair on the bus's roof, and steering it. We went inside the bus. It looked like a submarine inside.

Second dream

I was going for a walk from my home. I was wearing sport trousers, a hoodie and sport shoes. I walked from my backyard into a tunnel carved in ground. It was just a few steps and I've found myself in the suburb. I decided to go back. I met my brother and my pal in the backyard. It was midnight then. We were watching TV show on gigantic TV screen, it was taller and wider than my home.

Third dream

I was lying on my bed, when my younger sister entered the room and said I want to make a video game! I replied Uhm.... OK. What would you name it? She said I don't know. I quickly told And what about the games theme? She didn't replied so I started to help her. Maybe Rivers of Fire, or Rivers of Gold would fit? She was considering those names for a while and said No, we would need a different name. I asked about the genre and she said First person shooter. Suddenly my perspective changed, and I saw an arabian investor that wanted to develop his game. He ran into some kind of government building, and started shooting with shotgun from one of the windows shouting That's how my game would look like! It all happened as a weird guy was writing down all the ideas for the game.

Morning of February 13, 2015. Friday.



My family and I as we are now are living in an unfamiliar house in my dream (which seems to be a unique composite integrating features of our present home on W Street with Cubitis) in one of my lifelong recurring “strange bugs” dreams (but always unique with regard to appearance, this one being more unusual in nature).

Firstly, some sort of weird large black ant gets into our house from near the top of the wall, but it is not at all like a real ant. Instead of having three body sections (head, thorax, and abdomen), it has at least nine or more - being vaguely reminiscent of a centipede. Even though it has no visible wings, it is somehow able to fly and hover (vaguely reminiscent of the motions of a hummingbird). When I look back towards the wall from across the room, it is hovering near the wall with a long black proboscis that is at least twice as long as its body. It seems to be “feeding” from the wall (at human shoulder height) somehow. It seems very strange to me but I am not sure if it is dangerous.

Later, in a different room (that seems a little like our present kitchen on W Street yet also seems to have the feeling of the living room in Cubitis with respect to the layout concerning the room I come out of), I talk to my wife Zsuzsanna about unusual insects getting into our house.

I notice a large silver moth lying on the floor, apparently dead (though not crushed or noticeably injured). Its wings are very shiny - almost as much as aluminum foil. I notice a small line of black oil near it, extending out from its head, which is apparently the remains of its very long but seemingly “melted” proboscis. I am absentmindedly associating it with the weird ant as if I think it might be the same insect somehow (even though it looks nothing like it) or at least is somehow connected. At this point my dream slowly fades.

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Here, the waking transition is clearly “moon dissolution” (and is related to circadian rhythms in a similar manner as typical sunrise metaphors) which does not seem as common in dreams as I would expect. The moth is silver (a downsized moon as well as the association with “moth” and “month”) and it is melting and is also a “failed flight” element (which is very common in my dreams and simply represents the waking process.) The black oil could easily represent the “melting” (or fading) nighttime (again, relevant to circadian rhythms) although black is associated with the state just prior to waking (or just prior to dreaming).

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After being relentlessly attacked by mummies, I manage to escape and find 3 people outside. I ask them if they could help me? They all agreed as the one guy check for any further assistance. The other woman check in to the apartment I recently escape from. That person soon confirm that there was some sort of monster lurking around. That's when she ask me if I was beaten anywhere by it? I said yes and pointed to all the spots I felt were beaten by it. I also said that I was beginning to feel dizzy and that their voices were growing faint.

We all begin walking so I could find a hospital to recover in. I soon find myself waking up from a hospital bed. I must've passed out on the way here. As I re-evaluate what happened to me. I become lucid. My vision was a bit distorted though. I soon notice that the person who help me was sitting down near by. Once she was aware that I was awake, she showed a picture claiming that I was the young toddler in it. She then ask me do I see another person in the picture? I agreed and could see the person on the far right. She then ask me if it was a man or a woman?

I got sunk in to the device she was using to get a closer look. I stare at the person face to confirm that the person in the photo was a man. That's when I woke up. Lucidity time: 23 seconds

NON LUCID
*I remember speaking to my girlfriend about something.

I was in a construction site. We needed permit of some sort. We were in a hurry.

We need to escape. There's a game.

I remember walking into my room, and there were 3 tables all making a U around my chair. The tables were coffee tables and were placed behind my chair and on the sides of it. There was just enough space to walk through the corners, there were plants on the tables, and I knew my mom had put them in there along with the tables, I got annoyed and said "Moooom" as I walked out of the room carrying the plants and putting them on other tables in the living room.

I thought my dream recall was getting better lmao

I was walking down the street in a business sector of the city. Near one of skyscrapers was alley locked with gate protected by key code. No one knew the key code, even owners of the skyscraper. I decided to somehow break it down, and I did it. The alley led to industrial area, into a house of some family preparing for the end of the world. I went out and took a bus back to home. In the midnight I went out with my younger sister. We were watching the night sky, looking at the stars and observating the area surrounding our home. Next day I drove to the same plac, and saw construction workers planting explosives at the gate. Owners of skyscraper wanted to know what's beyond that gate. When the workers ran to safety zone and detonated explosives. The fire was raging. I ran closer to the gate and gave a horrifying scream. This brought their attention, one of the workers shouted The margins are burning! They all ran there to stop the fire.

Morning of February 12, 2015. Thursday.



It seems I “am” Batman, but not the “real” Batman - perhaps I am his stand-in while he is on vacation. There is not much to this dream - it has no plot; only a couple rather ridiculous scenes - one incoherent scene involving people I knew on King Street. I never catch on that I am dreaming. I am living with my family where we are now in real life (on W Street) in most parts of my dream, though again, there are also points at which I seem to be in La Crosse flying around.

For a time, I am wearing really unsuitable and ill-fitting uncomfortable clothes as I am flying around mostly at night (for example, a light-colored flannel shirt that is too baggy and long).

There is a Batman costume in my backyard near the shed near the final part of my dream. Oddly, there are only two sections to it; the bottom (boots and “pants”) and the top (which somehow comes down over my arms and includes the Batman head. First, I put the boots on with no difficulty, the sense of touch being slightly enhanced. It feels fairly nice. However, when the top of the outfit is complete on me, I realize that the mask has only very small horizontal slits which I can barely see through. In fact, I notice three slits on each side at different levels. None are exactly where the eye-holes should be so I have to adjust the full-head mask several times to see anything at all. It is still mostly like only seeing a thin horizontal bar of color representing the backyard (though I can see just a little out of the other two slits on each side - only at times). Still, I fly off into the air, not remembering in-dream that Batman does not fly in the manner of Superman. From here, my dream eventually fades.

Perhaps this dream is a reminder that, even though you can be anything and do anything in dreams (including being bodiless), perhaps weighing yourself down with too much costuming and deliberately blocking your vision is not the best route. Why would one need to wear a mask anyway? One can be his true self in a dream.

Somewhere in South Asia some centuries ago where I'm visibly a foreigner, I'm leaving the docks after making some arrangements for my departure. Thinking about how to dispose of the belongings that I don't want to bring with me, I've just offered to give some rare type of food to the man who's walking with me, a human who works for me. He's shocked - he completely refuses. It's important that he and I don't share meals, and apparently this is close enough to count. I apologize, but point out to him that we've shared more than that. He asks me not to talk about this in public.

Talking about differing customs as we walk, we get onto the subject of my own homeland. I describe it as very far to the north, very isolated from the rest of the world, not a place he's likely to have heard of. I'm being deliberately evasive, obscuring how long ago it was that I left, among other things. I have a mental image of a place that's always covered in snow, and a need to retreat.

Thinking of my people causes me to mentally tune in to two of them who are relatively nearby, a man and a woman who I think of as something like a brother and sister to me. Her, I keep in close contact with through letters on a regular basis. Mentally brushing against her now feels sort of like a friendly wave from a distance. Him, on the other hand - last I heard from him, he'd been doing his best to ignore my existence entirely. By accidentally tuning in to him now, I'm surprised to find he was already aware of my presence in this region and has secretly been keeping tabs on me. I'm amused, particularly since he's now pretending not to notice this mental contact.

I get lost in thought for a bit about connections and different eras, and the scene changes. I'm in Europe, speaking Spanish with a woman in the 1700s or so - I think of her as being in a sort of religious seclusion, though my speaking with her now isn't a problem. She's telling me how much she enjoyed the piece Dieter published recently about winemaking techniques, and I tell her I'll pass that along. The observer side of me considers whether or not this short scene is something to bother recording for when I wake up.

In my IRL home, a demon's joined me in the shower. She's in the form of a beautiful naked woman and she's talking to me like we're old friends, but the scene has the feel of a nightmare. She's talking about working together in a way that I'd probably be interested in discussing under other circumstances. But with that nightmare feel, I'm only thinking about avoiding being controlled by others.

I give her the fuck-off-out-of-my-dream variety of exorcism. This doesn't work; if anything, the feel of a nightmare intensifies with the sense of a contest of wills. She's still trying to convince me to come work with her.

Second try: I take a look at the demon's name. It begins and ends with A, so I cover up the middle portion, rewrite it as Athena, and chant an invocation, intending to remove the nightmare by transforming the demon into a goddess. Her features shift, but then shift back. We go back and forth a little bit, but eventually I give up on this method too. She's stopped trying to convince me to come work with her and is now just enjoying this contest for its own sake.

Being as we're in the shower, I take a look at the soap and think of cleansing/purification methods of exorcism. Worth a shot. I start washing her, starting at the top and working my way down. She's intrigued - she clearly doesn't consider this a threat, and the contact is pleasant and similar enough to sexual that she considers this a form of me giving in to her. I'm curious myself whether this scene will end up following her sexual expectations or my cleansing intention. When I kneel down before her, I kiss her just below her navel, and she makes it clear how she expects this to play out from there; but I just move on to washing her legs. When I've finished her second foot, kissing the top of it before putting it down, the sense of nightmare is completely gone. I'm able to cause the scene to transition, continuing with a series of IRL-based scenes.

I'm behind again. I do have a couple pages of notes by my bed that I need to get printed up. But today I will start with last night's dreams.

Dream 1:

I don't remember how this started. I know that the point where I start remembering was well into the dream.

I looked out the back door into a backyard. There were several dogs out there, but one was meaner looking. And, of course, that was the one that charged me. I was able to knock it to the floor and step on its neck and hold it still so it couldn't attack me. At some point the dog turned into my friend Robert. I told him not to change into the dog again and attack me because I would step on his neck again.


Dream 2:

I was standing outside and heard somthing in the sky. I looked up and saw a flying white truck. It was only a few hundred feet up. I could tell that the engine was having trouble. I could see the guy inside trying to fix the problem. Then to my horror, I saw the truck burst into a small explosion start to crash land. It was close to so many houses. But the driver was still alive and able to crash into the street missing the houses. It skidded up into the driveway of the house on the corner. At that moment dozens of people came running out of their houses to see if they could help the driver.

I looked over and saw Jeff, I said, "Hurry--you're an EMT!" I then realized that it wasn't the Jeff I thought. This was a different Jeff. This one had darker skin and I knew he was a medical doctor. I corrected myself and said something like "You can help him. You're a doctor!"

And that's all I remember.

I was at Chuckie cheese playing a few games with my nephew and other children. When I finished using all my tokens i started thinking about what cheap toy i should get and if i should just give it to my nephew. As i was walking something happened that took the dream in a different direction but i forgot what. The next thing i remember happening is that i ended up in my house.

Inside my house i was lucid and started to call Dawn. A dream character came but he did not look like Dawn. After talking to him for a bit he started to repeat what he was saying like a broken record. When he stopped being like a broken record he told me something about stepping to the side of the world so i couldn't be seen. I wanted to get away from this dc so i ran to my parents bedroom, pretended there was a portal in the wall behind me and fell back. I started to fall down a yellow colored void.

I started thinking about how i wanted Jade's dream characters in my dream now and slowly random characters began to appear in the void. One of them pulled me through a small rectangular opening and i was now in a forest like setting.But it looked like the scenery was walls with vines and other stuff painted on them. As I was walking i started calling for Manei. A girl came and yet again she didn't look like Manei but i just decided to go with it.

"Manei, how can sense when there is someone else around?" I asked her. " You will know when their there." she replied back. As we were walking around i heard a voice in the distance. I started to interrupt the person who was talking to someone else. Than went towards it. I found a guy playing with little toys and a truck on the ground. He didn't look like Jade but reminded me of how Jade likes Lego. "Are you playing with action figures?" I asked the guy. But he did not respond to me and just kept playing and moving them around.

The girl i was with came back after i started calling for Manei again.She was with someone else this time and seemed like she was getting distracted by the other person. I started shouting hey and for her to remember that i was present. She than started walking with me. I think there was a spoon present and she said "We need to boil a full green apple." I'm not sure what the apple was for but i just kept following her. We ran into a bit of trouble though.

A little blonde girl was out to get me. I kept screaming for help. After running for a bit we arrived at the stairs of my house. I was holding onto the girl that came after i called for Manei and the little girl was holding onto me. Somehow the dream shifted after that and my dad was now with the little blonde girl in the kitchen telling her that killing me was unacceptable and that she wasn't even allowed to hold a gun.I left the house and ran up the hill. There were stores to the side that wasn't suppose to be there.I was thinking about going inside but woke up.

Note to self: " Stop running from little girls!!! (/-w-")

It was in a big city. My father was an owner of a big corporation, where I was office worker. It was during time of some kind of holliday. My father was preparing for a big party, and I told him that I want to stay at work. I felt that there was a conflict between both of us. We wanted to enter a car. It was a miniature version of jeep. There were already four persons inside, and we had to somehow fit inside. In the end there were nine persons. My aunt was hurt, and she had nails stuck inside her toes. We were driving towards home through the forest.