non-lucid

Non lucid
*I am using the restroom at my job. I notice my friend andre went into a stall and he had a moment of shy bladder.

I came back to home, and entered my room. My younger sister was sitting on my bed. I started shouting at her and the argue ensued. She ran out of my room crying. I lied on my bed, and felt guilty for this.

NA

Fragment 1: I'm following some kind of national infrastructure route, it feels like a new system perhaps foir delivering some new form of power but doedsn't follow any preexisting distribution network. I'm following a line into Wales from the WEst Midlands and can see the branching structure on a map.

Fragment 2: I'm in a car on a bridge heading downhill from the high point of the bridge toward what looks like a toll gate at the bottom of the slope. The bridge is wide, perhaps four or six lanes, and traffic is at a standstill. I hed down the hard shoulder and somebody in the car is apparently nervouis that I might hit the other cars as I pass, so I prove the point by driving so as to just clip my wing mirror on the bollards that line the other side of the gap I'm going through.

Fragment 3:
I'm in a car going around a roundabout, it feels familiar, I think from a dream of a few years back. I'm directing somebody else driving and tell them which exit to take, but they miss it and as we go past it becomes clear that it's more complicated than I thought because immediately adjacent to the exit we need to take, there is another exit that goes onto the wrong carriageway, and a third exit that leads onto a narrow old road that used to service the rouge. This third exit is precipitously steep, totally infeasible, but still offered as an option at the junction!

I'm on a train platform in drizzle, burdened with large bags and a pushchair or pram, waiting for somebody getting off to get on with it so I can get on. He dithers and then gallantly offers to let me on first, which is less helpful than just getting out of my way, but I can't really refuse the gesture.

I clamber aboard awkwardly and squeeze through the doors and vestibule into the carriage. There aren't many spare seats but I find one that's blocked by a collapsible pushchair that hasn't been collapsed. I cram my bags into a luggage rack and collapse the offending furniture to get it out of the way. I half collapse my own pushchair before remembering that I need it for the baby.

I start settling down as the train starts moving. Once I get over the faff of getting onto the train I attend to the baby. The baby is a blond boy who looks a bit old to be in a pushchair, perhaps 2 1/2, though somewhat smaller and slightly built than Harriet. I get the impression that he's called Arthur or something similar, though he looks a little reminiscent of a friend's nipper called Jonno.

I realise that the drizzle on the platform has left his flannelette clothes a bit wet and he's been patiently and quietly sitting and not complaining. I apologise and bustle around grabbing a towl and drying his hair and hands and ask him if he would rather I took his top off to dry him or leave it on, he says he wants me to leave the top on with language skills that again seem a bit advanced for a kid in a pushchair, perhaps 4.
I make a game of drying him by making silly noises and tickling and such to cheer him up after being soggy and chilly.

Behind the pushchair I spot CM looking frustratedly around and muttering under his breath that it's going to take him over an hour to get to work, he grumps through the door to the next carriage and out of sight and I return to Arthur, deciding that his clothese are now dry enough that I don't need to change him into fresh ones.

I'm at some kind of conference in a hotel. I'm supposed to be leaving to get to a meeting I have at nine but my bag has gone missing. I vault over an upright piano that's in the foyer, then I try to pack some of my gubbins in the piano. I have akey to lock the back panel onto the piano after stuffing the space behind with clothes and shoes and suitcases etc. I also have a key for the flap that covers the keyboard, but the lock is broken, so that's not much use.

I find some of my stuff that needs packing hidden on top of a cupboard and complain to the guy who put it there that I'm likely to lose stuff if he puts it in random places like that.

I spot a car behind the cupboard and think "oh yeah, my other car" but it's only a remote control toy and the key in my pocket is just the remote.

I'm traveling with a woman who most recently has been climbing these giant stairs cut into the mountains, leading a very large group of people, guided by her visions and signs. Now she's reached an old shrine that's of great personal importance to her. But that's not what she was looking for - she thought her visions were guiding her to a place where all these people could be safe. Now it seems it was just something personal. She believes she's led them all this way for nothing.

I'm extremely frustrated by all this, because the place I've been trying to guide her to with those visions I've sent her is still further on - I wanted her to see this shrine first for personal reasons, because I like her and I thought she deserved to know this part of her past, but it's not our final destination. Unfortunately, the stairs end here; there's no easy path after this point. How am I going to convince her to keep going now that she's doubting the visions? I'm almost tempted to just suggest scouting ahead myself and then conveniently 'finding' the place - but I need her to be the one to discover it, not me. I'll think of something, but I need to talk to her privately, and there haven't been many opportunities for that on this pilgrimage.

Right now she's busy talking with a priest I dislike - I'm not fond of priests on general principle, but this one in particular irritates me. She's apologizing. She's saying she shouldn't have rejected the idea of divine guidance - maybe if she'd believed, she wouldn't have gotten them lost like this. The priest reassures her, saying, "You delivered what would not be prayerful."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Still in that same mountain range, but this time I'm working separately from the main group, it's just me and a couple of her soldiers. I'm talking with a slave trader - he's got a group of people I've been looking for and I need him to release them. He says he can't possibly do that, they're an extremely sought-after species. He shows me a cage with a human man and woman instead, and a falcon that comes with the woman, and says that he'll give me one of them as a sign of good faith - he'll even trade me all three, the two humans and the falcon, if I'd be willing to give him one of my soldiers. He has a buyer who likes that specific shade of skin. Incredulous, I tell him this isn't a negotiation. He's going to release the people I came for, I'm not going to give him anything, and I don't care about his humans or whatever else he's selling.

But then he takes the hood off the human woman - white hair and a young face. I know her. I'm shocked, and she looks just as shocked to see me - I'd thought she was dead. Last time I saw her, she'd sacrificed me to her people's gods. It didn't work obviously, I can't die that way, but there was no way she could have known that. When my 'death' didn't stick, her people reacted very badly. I'd seen them holding a funeral for her later, but I'd been watching from a distance - they must have held the ceremony without a body. I'd just assumed they'd killed her. I'd liked her a great deal, sacrifice aside.

Dream: Sex with AW
I'm in an odd place that combines a large space somewhat reminiscent of a school sports hall with rooms that feel much more like parts of a home than anything I'd expect to see attached to a sports hall.

I explore various rooms and after a bit of looking around bump into AW (a girlfriend from years ago) I'm pleased to see her and we chat for a bit, reminiscing about various amusing memories.

At some point during the conversation the scene changes and were lying side by side on a couch, still just talking bollocks. We both start falling asleep and she snuggles up to me, tangling her legs around mine. I start panicking, realising that this situation isn't quite what I had thought. I'm trying to process through what the implications are, trying to decide if it's OK to rekindle an old flame, whether it's OK to sleep with her so soon, whether it's OK not to have any protection etc. All this is a somewhat hurried thought process as we are now both naked and the sofa has opened out into a bed and she's climbing on board and making eye contract in a way that leaves no room for misinterpretation.

Skipping forward a chapter, I'm skulking around the odd hybrid sports hall / house, it's night time and I'm naked, still evidently pleased to see AW and looking for something when AW's dad bimbles around a corner. He doesn't seem all that suspicious to see me naked here, though he does seem puzzled as to why I suddenly curl up into a boner concealing ball. AW then comes around the corner wearing nothing but a smile and the fact that she's so comfortable with the situation seems to satisfy her dad's curiosity.

Fragment:
Mum is getting confused by the bread machine, and I'm explaining it to her

I logged on to Dreamviews to see that every DJ entry except for the ones tagged with 'Memorable' Were now gone. There were only the five most recent entries with a 'Memorable' tag on them in my DJ. I also had a bunch of notifications (12 I think).


I was living on an aircraft carrier. (Actually I think it was like the flying heli-carrier from Avengers.) We were docked just offshore in NYC, and were in the process of leaving. On it were a bunch of people along with their guides, or so I assumed. There were some people with two or three guides there. I think I saw my friend C as well as Dawn.

I became a little bit lucid and decided to (for some reason) ask Manei what she thought of the Spirit Science videos. (A little context: Yesterday, I made a post on meditation, and in one of the replies, somebody sent me a Spirit Science video. I've actually watched these a lot in the past, and if you're interested I would recommend looking them up. The narrators' voice kinda annoys me though.)

Anyways she stated that sometimes those videos seem a bit gimmicky to her, but in the end, their interpretation of philosophies and general take on the world are really good.

The two of us got food from the cafeteria and sat on the edge of the deck carrier together.

There was much more to this dream but I can't remember it.


FA'd laying on the sidewalk. I had two blankets on me. I was in my subdivision, next street over from where I live, and it was a dark, cold night. A woman was standing there asking me if I knew where bus number 31 was. She said that it was supposed to be here at 8:10 and it was now 8:30. She was wondering if she had missed it.

"I don't know... for all I know this is just a bad dream-"

I looked at the moon in the sky. It was there all right, but it was about ten times bigger than it should have been. I looked away and looked back and the moon had been replaced with a multicolored gas planet.

Actually, I'm pretty sure this is just a dream. Hey, lady, pinch your nose like this *does nose pinch RC* Can you breathe?

"Oh my gosh! I can!"

She started to get really excited, like a new lucid dreamer would.

"This is called lucid dreaming, look it up. And if you get the chance-"

She disappeared from the dream with a humorous 'pop' sound.

"-my name is JadeGreen... "

I grumbled to myself that I didn't get to finish thinking about how that would be a really interesting way to show shared dreaming. I then asked myself if shared dreaming is even really possible. I realized that I don't have a solid answer on either side.

The dream went semi lucid here. I was trying to avoid these guard/searchlight towers that had appeared around my neighborhood. I thought I could fly but due to poor lucidity and practice as of late, my flying would always cut out a few seconds after I started.

I remember standing out on my porch (I'm dreaming at this time) and my dog let out this howl like a wolf, and others responded, mind you my St. Bernard is most definitely not capable of such a sound, damn, I might've been able to use it to become lucid if my brain would actually have noticed it. Anyways, he then ran off the porch to the lawn in the middle of the night, and a coyote attacked him, he ran back to the porch quickly, but died at the footsteps. With which I was rushed over with a tidal wave of sadness, and walked down by his side, I noticed there was a health bar that was completely red above his head, arcade style. I then noticed this woman, who looked very menacing, and I somehow knew that this woman was responsible for the death of my dog. I remember saying, "You bitch..." and pursuing and attacking her. I shot these cables at her feet from my hands and they coiled around her legs, but somehow she got the best of me and escaped the constraint, constraining my arms and legs with her own cables, and throwing me out a window. It was a very, very long fall, and I never hit the ground, instead, I woke up after my what seemed to be a 10 second free-fall.

Escaping from zombies - recurring dream

I was outside my home. It was midnight. It was too dark to see anything more than blurred shapes. I heard moaning and started to run. Zombie was chasing me, I ran around my house, and found something on the ground. I stopped running then, because I have found something that got me rid off the trouble.

In the school

I was standing in the school corridoor near the classroom. Suddenly I saw a girl going up the stairs. Everyone was laughing from her, and I tried to hide from her. When I entered the classroom I saw two girls arguing about their sitting place. One has shown that she has low intelligence, claiming that if she's sitting alone, she needs much more space than two persons sitting near the one table.

Encounter near the shop - dream fragment

I was going to shop with my two older sisters. I met classmates from previous school. I saw that they give me mockinlgy looks. I went to them and said Hi! Then I went back to my sisters, and we entered the shop.

Tidying the room - dream fragment

I was arguing with my sisters about who's going to tidy the room.

Facing the elder god - recurring dream

I was in my home. I have readen in a newspaper about a new religious sect. I felt a strange urge to gesture, pointing at the ground. I did it and a black hole appeared, sucking everything inside except me. Then a weird man in blue uniform attacked me. I was escaping through the forests, city and entered a hotel while trying to create more black holes along the way. I couldn't use that power all the time, it had to recharge. In the hotel I went to the boiler room, and entered an underground passage. I took a pickaxe leaning over the nearest wall. I was again attacked, this time I could see the man clearly. He had black hair, light blue scientist suit and white shoes. I threw a pickaxe at him, but he dodged and escaped. I went onward and a pack of ghosts attacked me saying How does it feels like, when being attacked by undead? I threw a pickaxe at those ghosts, but it couldn't hurt them. I took my pickaxe back and ran straight the corridoor. It ended in a great antechamber with a rectangular chasm in the middle of it. There were four, square shaped pillars holding the ceiling. Candles and magma in the bottom of chasm gave this room moody, orange-reddish lighting. By the look of the stone, I assumed that chamber had to be thousands of years old. I was standing on the edge of the chasm, and suddenly the elder god awoken. He roarred and moaned, but it was all, he haven't got any physical body. He gave a command to bring someone there, and his minions brought a girl who is my classmate. She was locked in the cage, I didn't knew what to do.

Morning of February 9, 2015. Monday.



This was a shorter dream without much plot or even a back story. It mostly involved (at first) only foreground-renderings in terms of perspective although I am in a park at one point and I am eventually aware of more around me for a time. However, much time is spent looking at things only a few feet away.

I am listening to various old cassette tapes I supposedly recorded music on including some of my own where I sing Bob Marley songs. Over time, one cassette gets chewed up from the capstan jamming. I watch the tape go inside the deck but pull most of it out afterwards. There is also a point where several other cassettes have lengths that had somehow been neatly sliced into rather short curled pieces, somewhat like flat macaroni. I contemplate putting them all back together, which of course would be impossible in reality. There would be no way to know which pieces went where when reconnecting - but it still seems I might be able to do this in-dream.

When I am eventually in a large park with a rural feel, it seems as that is where I had been since the dream started even though I was fairly certain I was in a room somewhere a short time earlier (otherwise my cassettes had been spread out over the ground outside which does not seem right - and the deck would likely have been plugged in somewhere). My brother Dennis comes from due south, I think, and starts talking to everyone (oddly, except to me) about police coming into the park soon to check everybody for some reason. This does not make much sense to me and I am not that concerned about it. My dream eventually fades with no ensuing drama.

Although it is not that uncommon for cassette tapes to go out of alignment or the capstan to get stuck, resulting in the tape being chewed, it is possible that this happens in a dream for the reason of a real-life noise intruding into the dream, or the dream losing cohesion as a result of something else (an incidental shift in consciousness perhaps).

I only remember this one dream from last night, I had fallen asleep in my chair, while putting together an EDM set in FL Studio.

I was in my room, sitting in my chair, I could hear music, I don't remember what but it was familiar and I was sitting in my chair at my computer desk with my headphones on. My screen lit up with the DAW's interface, there was a mix displayed in the track set. Then my crush and my sister both walked into my room, it was weird though, because they were just, there. Nothing more, just a couple DCs. They were like friends, even though they'd never met each other IRL, and my crush was a good 7 years younger than her, so it makes for a weird friendship. Anyways, all I remember past that point was sitting back down into my chair and listening to the music.

I awoke to find that I'd forgotten to go to bed, and my headphones were on, music playing through them at 10% volume; that probably being the influence for my dream.

I was a priest in a chapel of some kind of elder god. It was in old, victorian village. The chapel itself was built from marble, granite and gold, stylised as a gothic cathedral with baroque elements. The altar was really high, it had a fountain of purifying water on top of it. There were also channels carved within it, so if priest opens it, the water can flow. I was a new priest there. I thought about making a challenge, and it was about shooting the highest possible with a catapult. Only a few could accomplish it, and if they don't they would evaporize. The reservoir went dry, and I had to go a long way to get a huge cistern with purifying water.

I'd been accused of a crime I didn't commit. The charges have been dropped now, but people have formed their own opinions about my guilt or innocence. On the sidewalk I'm confronted by a group of men in dress uniform, most of them middle-aged. They call me monster, and disgusting, and one of them says, "He saw what you did," indicating a younger member of their group.

A liar, that's interesting. I wonder at first whether this is the actual criminal and if he'd been trying to frame me, or whether he's just someone who heard about the case and was trying to get in on the limelight. But he looks genuinely afraid of me, to such a degree that I realize what must have happened - he must have seen me eating. But in this era, accusing me of being a vampire would be too ridiculous, he wouldn't be taken seriously. So he came up with something more believable to accuse me of, to get me locked up. It wasn't a bad idea, I've been considering burning this identity since this mess started.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm running along a mountain path, mentally shouting Nadja's name. She came to us under a false identity, and then she disappeared in order to avoid being found out. But there was no need for her to disappear like that. I've tracked her to these mountains based on rumors of "the witch of the crags," and once I sensed traces of her, I started calling first the assumed name we knew her by, then her real one, Nadja. Following her mental trail, I reach a cliff. Without hesitating, I jump over the edge.

Snow-covered mountain peaks far below me, as far as the eye can see. I pause to check if I'm still asleep enough to take control of the flight for a while - yes, I am. Forgetting about Nadja, I turn upward, enjoying the view for as long as it lasts.