non-lucid

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.

I was at my step mom's house, and I was in the kitchen. There were two gates, minecraft style ofc. And in between each third of the kitchen there was a different obstacle. In the first third there was a sign and a red glowing line like redstone being activated. The glowing line was attached to an open furnace that was on fire, and then a hound leaped out of it (on fire) and ran across the line as, I dunno, a test? The sign read, "This is a hellhound". I proceeded to the next gate, there was another sign, it read "Do you trust me?", there was another furnace in the second section of the gate, I could take my chances and run into the section hoping that there wasn't going to be a doge leaping out of the furnace to eat my face off. Or I could just simply climb onto the counter and skip the gated area, heading over to the last section instead, and that's what I did. I crawled along the counter to the end of the obstacle, and I could now see into the furnace. There were two four by fours laying inside the furnace, they were on fire, but there was no doge that I could see. I have no clue why I did this next thing, but I opened up some sort of chat box and typed into it "/give grenade 1" and I had a frag grenade in my hands, at the same time my biological mom and my biological grandma walked into the house and said "Hi honey", I proceeded to throw the grenade into the furnace and the dream ended there...

Weird.

So it wasn't a nightmare in the literal sense.

I was in College, and we were auditioning for the musical but I dont know what it was. There were loads of us and we had to line up at the front of the stage (Which was the stage in high school) and Freya my dance teacher was doing the auditioning but there were loads of people I knew in the audience from the panto I just did as well as some of my college teachers like Sarah. We were the firstgroup to go but I realised I hadn't brought a costume or anything decent to wear as I was wearing this tight pink dress that barely covered my knickers and I was going to sing I Caint Say No from Oklahoma as I always do but I knew I couldnt in this dress so I was stressing out and delaying going first as I was trying to work out a solution or at least find some black shorts. We werent allowed to leave the wings but then one of the Dance Captains from Disney (the old blonde one) sneakily gave me her jacket and pointed in the pocket and winked at me. So I grabbed it and ran into the toilet to what I had hoped would be shorts but they were actually really long grey socks made out of tights material. I knew that I couldnt go on stage wearing this pink dress as it was just so inappropriate but I couldn't avoid it forever and people going before me were incredible, Olivia Oakes was there singing something from a chorus line and she and about 10 other people were wearing red sleeveless jackets tap shoes and a cane as she had got them all to back up her , she was a really good singer actually. Other girls were wearing leotards and tights and other professional dance/performance wear.
I saw in the toilets another group of costumes so was debating whether or not to steal one, I also had a blue dress thing so was thinking about wearing that with the grey tights but then that wouldnt have fitted with my song so I would have needed to change the song, but the only songs that would go with that would be passive ones like I Could Have Danced all Night which other people werent doing if that makes sense, it wouldnt have been as impressive.

I think this just highlights my indecisiveness when it comes to what to wear to auditions!

Two nights ago: generally frag-a-licious mode, still

2015-02-10

early:
+(f) in a haunted house, all doors lead to ghosts, some are worse than others

+(f) the guys send me the latest version of the invention we're working on: sort of a disc with yin/yang decoration plates on top

+(f) walking in city streets, lift my arm and start to fly diagonally up at the street light, think about asking people on the ground to help me go higher

later:

+ on the highway, directions, descending stairs ducking under string in the T's rec room, younger girls and older guys are there, racey (NSFW) game, pics on SD card, move to computer to copy them.

+(f) sitting at the computer with a girl, sense an opportunity and touch her leg a bit, concerned people will see

+(f) big giant guy floating down the river on his back, prominent erection

+(f) taking a photograph of a group

+(f-d) on the border between fragment and dream) there's a lot of garbage under the table, giant amber gem, turns out to be just a paperweight

+(f) choosing a place to place my sleeping bag

+(f) thinking of lying down to sleep in a doorstep, it looks too small

+(f-d) the guys recorded their movie digitally and converted it to niche-theater formats and made a lot of money this way, I see the movie scenes playing on the screen, two different formats (one with wire-frame overlays)

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Last night:
2015-02-11

+ baseball: I catch a fly ball that bounced into the stands, second ball, third flies over my head

I'm just arriving to the beginning of a (pro) baseball game, the announcer at that moment says "and it's a hit!" I'm located in far left field near the foul line, the ball lands near the back fence in front of me, the umpire rules it fair, and the ball bounces out of the field right at me, I try to catch it, I do catch it, I wonder if the player on the field will demand it back. I notice it is very frayed and has two large chunks taken out of it. I turn away from the field so I won't have to give it back. Everyone will be amazed that I have <some player>'s first hit of the game! I cat a second ball, now I have two! The third ball flies over my head and into a group of people across the street.

+(f-d) bus (girl)

I'm sitting in the back of a bus. Not clear where we're going, people getting on/off? A girl comes to exit the bus standing right by me, I look up and admire her bust, then notice I can catch a glimpse of panties because her right leg is lifted up and I can see almost all the way down, then the view closes and she's wearing jeans.

+(f) butt (girl)

I'm in a crowded area (at work?). I notice a girl. I walk forwards, look to the left and see her facing away from me, she is impossibly slender (her whole body is like 1 foot wide at the most) and she's wearing short shorts, I admire her well-shaped butt.

+ outdoor stairs, creepy guy looking at me, crowded bookstore (closed for restocking break will last for 30 minutes)

In a large open sloping down area (like amphitheater [DS]), I notice a blonde haired man looking at me. At another moment I notice him again, he's still looking at me, and I think this is creepy. I walk down the stairs and enter a small store, it's a bookstore, it's very crowded there's almost nowhere to walk because boxes of books are everywhere on the floor. The store is closing, they are going to be restocking for a while, I ask how long the guys answers 30 minutes, that's too long for me so I turn around and walk out. I think that perhaps a colleague from a job long ago is there?

+ (semi-lucid) in parent's bedroom, want to get out fly

I'm standing in my parent's bedroom, I want to get out to their balcony and fly. Even though "I'm awake" I remember there's always a chance that if I try to fly it might turn out to be a dream and I would be able to fly [this thought occurs a lot, DS!]. The way to the door to the balcony is blocked. The door is a bit to the right, it must be there. I can see outside and it seems that the balcony is completely covered with drying racks where clothes are hanging. I can't get there from where I'm standing, I notice that there is a pathway in between two separate beds probably made for the purpose of getting to the balcony door. I go to the window facing the G's house and (someone's out there in the distance? Throwing things?) I feel like I need to close this window.

+(f) there's shooting going on outside, we should take cover

+(f) entering gym, paying at turnstile