non-lucid

I was walking down town to buy something and I met a couple (I think they might have been in their 60's) I spoke with them but I can't remember what was said. At this point I looked to my left and saw my grandmother standing a field (she might have had her back to me) I told her we'd walk home together after I bought what I needed in town. At this point I jumped to having bought whatever I needed and I walked home with my grandmother. Now this part is pretty odd. We were looking at a fence on the way home talking about whether it would hold if zombies came, we talked about what part of the fence would be safest to stand behind.

After this it became really fuzzy. I remember putting my jacket on and browsing a forum. I believe somebody on the forum was telling a story. I saw an cartoon avatar version of myself (I guess it was my profile?) Finally I watched (with a slanted aerial view) two women in swimwear angrily jump into a pool. At the time I had the impression they were like stones skipping across the pool. It's hard to describe how they moved, sort of erratic I guess?
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This night of dreams was pretty foggy and fragmented. I don't remember much in the way of a story.

I'm with my parents and a smattering of other family members in Shrewsbury, visiting grandparents. We're going on a day trip in the car to Ypres. I say to Dad, isn't Ypres in Belgium of something, and he says no, it's just down the road. Who knew? Apparently it's a giant war museum these days because it was all but destroyed in the second world war.

In the way we stop at some traffic lights and Dad hops out to pee in a bush (world's smallest bladder) and the lights go through several changes but it's not our turn for a while, but when it gets to our turn I'm shooting out the window for dad to stop faffing about (by this time he's standing in the middle of the road looking at clouds or something. There are several cars behind us waiting for us to get on with it!

Eventually, we pull up at the end of an inauspicious country land onto a grassy parking area. There's a massive, grandiose but partially ruined Gothic edifice that appears to be the official entrance, it's somewhat reminiscent of the hollow shell of Coventry's old cathedral but made of a very blackened limestone.

We go inside and look at the entrance fee and rules. It's only a couple of quid, but we're only allowed to spend two hours there which we all agree is a stupid rule. We go in and are on a coach driving through abandoned houses and other buildings, most have bricked up windows presumably to preserve them. I think that the rule about only spending 2 hours here sends even sillier given the obvious size of the place.

The coach stops and we all pile out into a slightly fake looking street full of period shops with mannequins depicting typical historical activities. There's a tour guide who starts telling stories about the various buildings and other features. Somehow we've ended up with a Dutch speaking group so u don't understand much of the tour guide's stories, only catching that apparently the rule for washing was that you must use exactly 37 wipes of your flannel.

I investigate a couple of the shops, the signage is all in English and I furrow my Bros trying to decide whether that is surprising or not. One of the shops seems to be a working but historically themes gift shop with the people behind the counter in character as people of a bygone era. Another is apparently undergoing some kind of fitting out and is essentially empty but for a woman moving boxes and such around.

To one side of the street is a broad stream which on closer inspection turns out to have large alligators in it. There's a boy standing right by the edge of the water and I'm concerned that he might get attacked by an alligator. As I'm trying to decide if I should do sobering about that, I realise he's now walking along the back of one of the alligators and reaches down to rub the back of its head! The alligator seems to be happy enough with that and even rolls over for a belly rub! As I look closer, I realise that all the alligators have badly deformed snouts, most of them look like they've suffered some kind of fairly severe and partially healed crush injury. I figure with some confusion that these crocs have been selected (or maybe even deliberately inured) in order to be "safe" in this place.

Harriet is here and reaches up to hold my hand, which I accept with a smile and we walk off into a gentle waking up...

29.01.2015

Wife won't ride a baby attraction but decides to ride a massive roller coaster (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Full dream (+1)
First DILD (+10)
WBTB (+2)

I went to a theme park and it appeared to be almost empty of people,e yet the weather was awesome and I felt pretty excited. I first walked towards the Pirate Ship. It was pretty much like the real thing, but there were no people in line and I wondered if it was open. I always like to warm up riding this baby. Not a huge rush, but it is fun.







As I got closer to the attraction, I saw that on some of the rows there were people dressed in black, and it seems that they needed to assist into swining the boat. My wife chickened out from riding this one (she would not ride it in waking life) so she decided to just hang around while I rode it. One of the employees was giving me instructions in how to ride it. I told her I rode it many times in my life and I was trying to step inside.

I saw the employee, who now was my friend, walking away, so I followed her and I was having a nice chat with her. I saw an attraction that had the face of Lord Ganesh which I was trying to incubate (+15) which I found very amusing to see on an amusing park.








From here, I was enjoying a couple drinks with my new female friends and suddenly, I heard the noise of a roller coaster. She exalted, "Oh yeah, let's go!" I followed here and there was a massive roller coaster. She said that she loved it, that it was so amazing I had to ride it.







I looked at it and I felt it would be so cool, so I joined the line. I recalled that I was supposed to ride the pirate ship and that my wife would be waiting outside. I pulled my phone to text her but she joined us and asked me what was going on with the Pirate ship. I told her I was going to ride the roller coaster instead. She replied to me, "Oh, alright" followed by joining the line. I asked her, "Where do you think you are going?" while I was laughing. She replied, "To ride it!" I turned lucid right away. My wife would not ride an even tiny little kids roller coaster and she would not even look at the beast roller coaster I was planning to ride. I decided to get two points out of talking with a DC, so I told my wife, "Yeah right... you riding that... lol."(+2)

I had my cell phone still on my hands so I attempted to use it. I saw a ton of weird characters and I believe my screen was in black and white (+4) I decided to take a flight to make my dream stable (+1) I kept flying for a while (+4) until I saw a sea scenery that looked very pretty when suddenly the alarm clock woke me up.

Dream 1 - Soapy Jack takes down the evil accountants.
I'm in the offices of a small accountancy firm where everything seems to be done by hand. At first I think I've got a temporary job there and just get on with the work, categorising expenses and revenue under nominal codes and all the rest of the boring crap accountants are famous for being boring for. After a while I realise there are some key gaps in my understanding that I would have known if I'd been through the basic introductory training and I rationalise this by saying I must have missed that because I'm an undercover agent!

[I think I woke up here and rejoined the dream in a later dream but I remember it as one dream.]

I'm back at the offices outside of office hours possibly to steal some secret paperwork or some other spy like activity and I realise there are several people already here and they've rumbled me. There are 4-5 of them and they all know kung fu, but so do I, so BRING IT ON! We start doing kicks and flips and blocks and the like, I realise that being outnumbered means I have to be creative, so I start throwing staplers and iPhones and anything else that might slow them down enough to make their attacks manageable, I manage a couple of knock down blows and then dive through the window, grabbing the paperwork on my way and run off into the night.

When I wake up, I'm left with the impression that for some reason my character's name is Soapy Jack. No idea what that's about...

Dream 2 - Shopping is complicated:
I'm at the checkout at Tesco with a trolley full of shopping. I start putting items on the conveyor and reach to get a "next customer please" divider, the little track they're normally on has been used for various little items that people decided they didn't want to buy after all, but there is a divider among the creme eggs and other random bits and bobs.

As the customer before me finishes up and leaves and it's my turn, I realise I left my reusable bags in my car. I ponder just using the disposable bags but my car is parked in the near side of the carpark, so I say to the chap manning the till "do you mind if I nip to my car and get my bags, I'll be literally less than two minutes" and I dash out while he blips my items.

The next thing I know, I'm pulling up in my car at home and realise I just drove home on autopilot rather than getting my bags and the checkout guy has been left waiting!

I rush back to apologise and retrieve my shopping. I get a bit distracted and pick up a couple if other things to buy. At the checkout I ask what happened to my shopping and somebody explains that they finished blipping it and put it in the trolley over by the customer service desk where I can pay for it.

This seems like a good idea and I say thank you but it turns out they want to charge me a fee for their trouble and don't want to tell me how much it is. I wake up confused!


Dream 3 - Sneaking through back gardens:
[I had made notes on this with my voice recorder but managed to l lose the recording, so this is somewhat vague and brief.]

I'm at the bottom of a largeish suburban garden, sneaking through, I climb over fences and through bushes and brambles. After going through half a dozen gardens, I start to climb a flagpole or mobile phone mast or something. At the top I perch on a spar that sticks out the side and watch some kids playing in the garden below. There's some conversation with the kids but I can't recall any of it...

29.01.2015

Racing through income traffic in my car (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Full Dream (+1 pts)

I was driving and got to some stangle town where there was a ton of people. It was night and there were some heavily tuned up cars with flashy colors. Some of them, appeared to be extremely fancy and with a massive horse power.







I was in my car, which is a more than excellent car, but not for racing. However, I had a friend who was my copilot and he spawned out of nowhere next to me.

My car suddenly started to run at a massive speed. I did not even needed to change gears, as it accelerated and changed gears on its own. I believe I was not even stepping on the gas while the car was running.

Driving down the street, suddely I went into income traffic, but I did not crash into any single car, it was pretty amazing and scary at the same time, as I did not want to total my car.

As Louis, being seen as a vampire by someone who I didn't want to see that, fleeing the scene, and Lestat finding this much more funny than I think is appropriate.

Discussing a military operation, looking at a map of what is essentially much of India and Southeast Asia, although at this point in time - meant to be 6th or 7th century or so - the countries and their borders are significantly different than in the present; we're primarily discussing a trade route at the moment, but I've also been having a disagreement with the man in charge about our manpower. While discussing the trade route, we receive word of 500 archers spotted approaching from the north, in addition to the army we're already facing. I am significantly less confident about our ability to handle this than the boss is.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

As some manner of religious authority, I'm performing a ritual to help a group of people, a sort of blessing or summoning, making something sacred. At the start of the ritual I have to offer up whatever spiritual virtue I possess as a sacrifice; this will leave me vulnerable until the ritual's complete, so I'm relying on the two people who asked for my help to accompany me. With the offering made, we step through a portal.

This takes us to a dark and dusty room, a place I'm familiar with. I summon light into my hands, with an effect much like a dim flashlight. In the middle of the floor there's a large trunk full of false panels, something a stage magician might use; at the moment it's lying open so that all its tricks are clearly visible to anyone who might pass through. I didn't leave it like that. There are a few objects on the shelves of the room that weren't here the last time, indicating that someone other than me has indeed been using this place. This is something to worry about. I close the trunk properly, and we continue.

A brief memory gap - after the dark room, we came out into a field at night with a river off to our right, and what we did here I can't remember; but then we came to the cliff at the opposite side of the field, and the view here was so fantastic that I briefly went fully lucid to enjoy it. I'm looking down on an immense lake so still that I can see stars reflected here and there. In the far distance, there's an immense grey statue of a falcon submerged in the lake so that only its head is above the water - but that small part of the statue above the water is at least the height of a two or three story building.

Continuing the storyline, this is certainly the appropriate place to perform a sacred ritual, so I begin a prayer - something about the lake filling with stars. But before I get very far, that river off to our right rises in a flood. The two people with me are afraid, but I'm thinking this is convenient - we'll just ride that water down to the lake.

The river sweeps us over the cliff, which is great fun, and when I sink under the water of the lake I can see a group of hammerhead sharks swimming far below. They don't seem to care about us. Surfacing, although we've all separated, we're all making our separate ways toward that falcon statue.

Along the way, however, I bump into a seal; it considers me and then swims on. And then into a shark; the same happens again. And another shark, and this one seems more interested in my presence; and another that I have to physically shove away; and so on; I'm not concerned about my safety - though I am worried about the other two - but I become so busy fending off sharks that I can't continue to the statue.

Increasingly frustrated, I was trying to rearrange the objects on the top shelf of the refrigerator. This was made challenging by the downward slope of the shelf and the fact that there was no raised lip at the front to catch things. It was also quite full, so the weight of the objects in the back was pushing down against the things in the front and knocking them off. My dad walked up as I was once again moving things around trying to find a more stable arrangement, so I complained to him:

"The fridge is full of bread—bagged bread! And milk." I screwed up my face, pronouncing "milk" with as much disgust as I could put into my voice. I've never liked milk, but thought I should provide a better reason for my objection. "The milk's going to go bad in a few days and then we'll have to throw it out."

"Room for more bread!" My father kept a straight face, but I was pretty sure he was teasing me.

"Look," I said impatiently, "If this is some kind of survivalist thing, we'd do better to stock complex carbohydrates than all this processed crap."

First dream - fragment

I was in school. With teacher and classmates we were talking about structural organisation of forestry units.

Second dream

I was in home. We were preparing the attic to make bedrooms there. First we had to take all the trash from there. If we found anything of value, we took it to cleaning. Most of the objects were covered with cobwebs. There were gigantic spiders walking on them. They had random colors, like red or yellow. Two of them made a huge cobweb across the whole room.

Third dream

With my siblings we went out of supermarket. It was starless, moonless night. We went to the parking, and looked for our vechicle. We've found it. It was a tanker. We climbed up to its roof. The driver probably wasn't aware of this. As soon as my siblings jumped up on it, they've fallen down. I was holding on, until it started to move. I've fallen to the ground, and couldn't move. A man in white radiation protective suit came, and started to kick me. I could see the footing of his shoes quite vividly when he kicked me in the face. Suddenly the driver of tanker drove over my siblings. He couldn't reach me with the vechicle, as I was lying too close to some buildings. When he tried to drive over me again, I could move again and I escaped by climbing up the roof and jumping straight into my garden. I've landed in front of gigantic cobweb with two spiders on it, one was red and second yellow. Both had six black dots on them.

Working on adopting a new night-time mindset focused more on lucidity, so just one dream.

Late to-bed

00:52 pre-bedtime
01:30 (?) bedtime

Many small wakings during the night. The mindset of "the night is for rest, and for lucid dreaming" quickly returns to me. I do not stay up long at these wakings, but return to "rest" resulting in sleep. I notice each time my wife is snoring, pretty much through the entire night, but this does not keep me awake since I do not stay awake for long.

I do not record during the night, just keeping "ducks" in my memory is enough

08:00

+ duck migration, frozen water, then fresh water, drinking, duck mated pairs; dildo school (for ducks?)

I'm flying DO over a frozen lake. Several ducks below land on the lake smacking into the ice and sliding to the edge of the shore. Narrator heard saying "ducks cannot tell if a lake is frozen from the air so they must dedicate themselves to a landing and take their chances vs. a possibly frozen lake".

I'm down with the ducks, there is "a rumor" of fresh unfrozen water farther on, I wonder how far it is and if this is reliable info? I fly DO right on the tail and a bit to the right of one of the ducks. Land at a small, fairly dirty looking unfrozen pool. There's another fresher pool nearby. I have a up close view on the ground in the face of one duck, I have a strong affection for this particular animal, I watch while it dips its bill into the water and takes a long drink. (I think about kissing this duck?)

Scene near a "hen-house" with ducks hanging around. Narrator talks about how these ducks (34, 40 years old) are mated pairs (for life?).

Inside the house there are a bunch of topless girls ("ducks?") with small breasts. There is a dildo class in session, an instructor (male/female can't tell!) is pulling out a long dildo from his/her body, it's mounted on the end of a 2-foot rod. The instructor moves to demonstrate insertion again?

View changes to a close up of a diagram from a text-book, showing a body canal in several different states, based on the different creams that can be put on the dildo. There is a "narrowing effect" that makes the canal tighter (I'm assuming this is the preferred effect), and an expansion effect that makes the entire canal enlarged. This option is marked with a warning that this can result in a requirement of dialysis. There are about 4 effects shown on the page in total.

Morning of January 29, 2015. Thursday.



It seems to be late morning and the weather has changed. It no longer seems to be of a continuous potential for thunder and rain. I am possibly the only one home at our present residence on W Street. The main wooden door is open but the screen door is closed though not locked.

After a fairly short time, two young Caucasian males come onto the porch, though the oldest remains on the top steps near the first porch doorway. The one closest to the front door is perhaps about twelve or thirteen years of age and somewhat chubby and the other perhaps about sixteen and quite skinny. They do not look like anyone I know. I sense that they are up to some serious mischief (possibly with intent to harm or burglarize) and thus I do not feel comfortable about the screen door being unlocked. However, I listen to their spiel for a few minutes while I stand in the living room. It has something to do with some sort of medicine, perhaps, but I am not clear on anything. They first need to do something to my hand, apparently. I am not really interested in this. The younger boy seems to be holding a container as well as some sort of smaller crowbar-looking object with a large hook on it, or perhaps some sort of candy cane and miniature wrecking bar composite.

I try to get them to leave the porch by pushing the screen door out rather violently as well as holding onto it so that they do not get in should they attempt it. Perhaps they are not really all that bad though. They are mostly dressed the same, in yellow and white, including yellow and white baseball caps (worn correctly with the visor in front). It almost does seem like a legitimate business at one point.

The youngest moves forward and lightly jabs the top of my right hand with the hook when the door is partly open, which really annoys me. When I look at my hand, something quite strange happens. A small singular branch-like form grows outward fairly quickly on the top of my hand between my thumb and index finger, twisting about and looking much like a woody vine with a gnarled appearance - about three inches high, with a single talon eventually coming out.

“What did you do to my thumb?” I ask. “I have already had an infection in it.” (This being in reference to the unusual ganglion cysts that started to linearly accumulate in my thumb and wrist in August 1976 as a teenager.) In a way, it reminds me of the spur of a rooster, at least in potential function (or the human equivalent thereof).

Apparently, this is part of the intended demonstration and the “medicine” they wish to sell me will heal this “wart” or whatever it is. I want none of it, though, and do not intend to buy anything. It reminds me of people who invent problems just to con people with “solutions” (and in fact, this is actually what is happening here).

From here, I tear at and punch the first youngest boy (having the new talon helps) and the other male looks horrified. I only vaguely feel that my actions are unjustified. I then move on to him, seemingly causing them both to completely disintegrate or evaporate from my dream, still mentally “punching” as my dream loses cohesion; even as I wake (in fact, I am still “mentally punching” a second or two after being fully awake). My dream was quite vivid, and strangely enough, did not really feel all that negative or frustrating.

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1/26/15:
In my dream I ate an Egg and Cheese Omlet with Buttered Toast.
(I ate it in the morning, I didn't know about Omlets for Breakfest but it happened.)
1/27/15:
I checked my grades, I had a F in INT Algebra.
(IRL I don't got a F in INT Algebra but, it's possible I may get one if I flunked that test)

Dream 1
I am at an Opthalmology Clinic, that seemed to bear a vague similarity to the clinic I worked with during medical internship. I visit my 3rd year resident, and I ask him to give me an eye exam even though I knew that my vision is perfectly fine. He gives me the visual acuity tests and lie about the results, making them up and even pretend to have a bout of headaches as he is giving me the tests.

(Hmm, is it a dream about me deceiving myself? pretending not to see something? Am I failing to see the bigger picture? Or do I merely make myself blind to something?)

Dream 2:
I am running through an underground tuned that looks like It was an inside of a Volcano. (The entire dream looks like It was being viewed from the side, like how we see tunnels in an ant farm). Rock was black and interspersed with glowing and flowing red magma. I am running for my life, not only because I am being chased after by a flow of hot magma, but because there is a Lion running after me. I run for my life and I surprisingly bypass the flow of magma and the lion by passing through a tunnel that runs deeper. I enter it through a hole on the ground of the first tunnel.

The deeper tunnel runs to the opposite end of the first tunnel and I exit from above entering the first tunnel again. I suddenly exit the tunnel system from the side (like I float to the side and see the entire tunnel system )and jump to the end of the passage, barely catching my steps as I land on the rocks.

There is an earth quake.

The dreams end.

I'm entering a large garage, looking for the owner. Off to the right I see a white truck I recognize from the first time I met him, when he'd kidnapped the queen. There are three vases full of red roses sitting in the truck bed now. The man I'm looking for is further into the garage, off to the left, along with another man who I also met during that kidnapping incident. I exchange the usual greetings with this second man, then walk up to the one I came to see. He's an incredibly big guy, tall and muscular, and he doesn't turn from what he's doing to look at me. Neither of us say anything for a moment - I have a hard time deciding how to talk to him - and then when we do speak, both of us start talking at once.

He asks about the queen at the same moment I say, "(the queen's name)'s sick." Dying, most likely.

He's shocked and horrified, as expected, and asks me a bunch of questions about her. As we talk, we raise the question of whether her sickness is a reflection of the state of the land, or whether the land's sickness is a reflection of the state of the queen - that they're linked is obvious, but which one started it, which is the cause, that's the question.

The other man joins in the conversation at this point. They'd been tracking the changes in the land on their own, not realizing what was happening to the queen; and comparing our information, the two of them become convinced it started with the land. That second man shows me one of their maps on a computer screen, showing when a giant creature associated with cold moved into the far northwest and burrowed deep into the earth - that was the first one, the one that started it. They'd already been planning to remove or kill it. It goes without saying that I'll be coming too.

As I'm looking at his data, I'm thinking, amused, how convenient, making this into a problem that can be solved with our skillset.

First dream

I was in school. I was sitting in the IT room on the second floor. The lesson ended quickly, and I went downstairs. I looked into the other classroom, and went towards the cloakroom and exit.

Second dream

I was in my home. Mother told me that my uncle is coming back from U.S We drove to the uncle's possession in the nearby town. We were waiting near his house. It was cold, winter day. Everything was covered with snow. He finally arrived, but he was too tired to meet with us. We drove back to home. I took a bowl, somehow filled it with blood and pretended that it was a soup. I spoiled a little on my legs, and when I was just about to eat, my mother arrived and told me that she'll cook something.

Even with me being lazy and not really dream journalling I've consistently recalled 1 or 2 dreams practically every night for the past few weeks. I found this dream to be interesting, vivid and quite insightful actually, ripe for interpretation. I know a fair bit of what signifies what, well along with the emotions I felt during the dream.

Dream 1: Fragment, I'm sure I was among a big group of people in some sort of wasteland/fantasy land, leading them perhaps, but not sure.

Dream 2: I was reading a book in my Media class, it was illustrated beautifully depicting a man and two kids fighting a fire in their house. I finished reading the book and our teacher said goodbye to us and started giving back some tests and some cards. I got 4 cards and the the bell rang and school was over. I then walked to my the train station with my brother before I opened up two of the cards. One of them was from a classmate and the other from the teacher, for some reason I didn't open the other two. I went on the train and I saw the student who had given me one of those cards and started talking with her. I saw she had a big sack full of cards and some presents which I inquired a bit about. After we talked a bit she said goodbye for the rest of the year. I was puzzled and asked her why she said that, as school still had one more day left before he holidays, but then she told me it was a public holiday and so today was the last day. I suddenly realized that I hadn't cleared out my locker or anything like that and panicked a bit.
Fast forward to the start on the next year, and I arrived at school trying to find a top locked (I'm 6 foot 5 and sick of bottom lockers ). I tried searching for one but the few which still didn't have locks on had people stuff in them anyway. In fact, I couldn't really find a free locker anywhere. I was looking around for help a bit when I heard an alarm go off and I saw someone I know breaking into a classroom with the key. Their accomplice got taken away and then n I woke up.