non-lucid

Weird Questions

I was with a group of people and a guy asked me to go with him to a pawn shop. I told him I've never been to a pawn shop and asked him what it was like.He told me I'll know when we get there. We were walking in a market area than ended up at a entrance place to a school. I saw the guy swipe his ID and took out mine. But when i swiped it an error happened. I tried swiping over and over but it didn't work. Security moved me to the side and a lady who seemed like the principal came and told me to follow her.

She walked me to a crowd of students and told them renovations would take place to make the school bigger and better now. She than told everyone to stand still and suddenly the building began transforming. At first i thought it was supposed to be a library but than i noticed we were inside a auditorium now. I could see old friends from highschool sitting in the auditorium. The principal announced that school was over for now so everyone cheered happily than started walking out. As i was leaving though i saw my cousin and a friend of hers. I tripped her friend and ran than her friend came after me. Her friend looked distorted and started telling me that i shouldn't have done that because now my cousin was going to beat me up.

My cousin than came to me and tried punching me but i blocked her fist than tried punching her. It felt like my defense and offense was sort of slow though. I ignored her after pushing her away. Than a random guy came up to me and 3 other people and asked us a question."Do you learn to punch when your a baby or when your older?" Someone answered as a baby. The guy said she was correct happily and we started to walk with him.He asked us another question and if it was learned or knowledge that was already there. Someone answered again and than he asked us the most ridiculous question ever.

"Are boobs a learned trait?" Or something like that. We were surprised with the question he gave us and the answer was obvious. He than showed us to a obstacle and told us if we didn't complete the challenge he would rape us. I knew it was a dream so i said "I'm not afraid of this guy!" than ran right through the obstacle. I was going to get out through the walls where swings were hanging. But than the guy ran fast up to me. I pushed him back and ran to the swings. Than out of no where a dog chased the guy and he was now sitting down on a chair wondering what insurance he should get. I noticed that in front of me tiny swings were appearing. But there were odd ones that looked like a swing attached to a spoon and other things.Than i woke up.

Familiar

I was playing a racing game with my younger brother. At first i thought it would be Mario Kart but than it started looking more like a non cartoony game. I made my character jump out the car when i was about to crash and started to feel that i was in the game now.

I wanted to use my lucidity to find the guy who challenged me in the other dream. As i tried to focus on him i noticed a guy i saw from another dream. He was dark skinned and wore glasses. Than the guy who was supposedly going to rape me in the other dream appeared. He was big but not fat, taller than me but not that tall, was wearing jean shorts, a white t-shirt ,had a light skin complextion and Short spiky hair brushed to the side.He also didn't seem like a threat and felt familiar." So your the guy that said he was going to rape people. " I said. He didn't seem to be bothered by my pointing at him. I wanted to see what he would do so i told him "I'm going to tell everyone about you!" He said i could if i wanted too but its not like it would matter. Than he pushed me and looked straight into my eyes making making fun of me a bit. "Why doesnt he care?" I asked his friend."Hes just like that" his friend replied.

The guy than started saying he was going to rape me. I grabbed him though and jumped off a ledge with his head facing the concrete. I stood up when his face hit the ground than asked him how'd he felt. He laughed it off and i think he or his friend chased me. They didn't really seem like a threat though. One of the guy's grabbed me from behind but i pushed him back than appeared in my brothers room on my bed. "Am i awake?" I asked myself but than realized it had to be a dream cause i was in the wrong room. I started calling for Eye than tried going out the window. But i stopped when i felt someone pass by through the hallway. I put a barrier around me and a little girl dc came in. I tried to get her to leave and she started pretending a demon was attacking her. I thought about being sucked outside to the front in my barrier and thats what happened.

It was day time and people were outside minding their own buisiness. When i reached the hill i saw a horse head moving around. I ran past it than noticed a mail man or delivery guy taking mail or sticks to a house. There were houses around like in a circle so i didn't really know where i was going too. All of a sudden i heard a macaw parrot speak saying "Ronald!Ronald!Ronald!" Than a vocaloid pv of a new green haired male vocaloid started playing. He sounded really good is what i thought to myself as i listened to the music. Than i woke up.

I recall being in school. I was wearing a black suit. It was the day of the great contest, which I was preparing for since weeks. I was ready, but then teacher told me that I'm going to write it in the evening, and I had to tidy the classroom first. I helped other students, and the went to the bathroom. I opened the door, and saw room devoid of anything. Just tiled walls, with tiled floor. It was old and dirty. Everyone inside was pissing on the walls. Disgusted I left the building, went out of school and went to my home. It was evening when I finally got to it. I went to the bathroom, and luckily it was regular bathroom this time. I leaved it immediately, and went outside, to my parents. I told them that I need to go. They told me that I've dirt on my trousers. I cleaned it up a bit, and entered the car.

1.13.15

Last night bed around midnight.

Last week or so, I have been having lots of dreams every night. I wonder if it's because I had beer before bed (vitamin B).

DR1

I'm in some kind of an underground corridor. My boss from work is there, working, pulling some kind of a cart, as we do often at work.

There is a guy by a metal box, and two women are asking him, if he is sure he can lift it, because it weighs 35 pounds. He is suppose to install it on the wall. So he is standing on some box, then he lifts this metal box above his head and tries to hang it on some hooks on the wall. He almost has it, but one corner is not secured yet and he is losing strength. The box slips and hits him on a side of his head. He falls backwards to the ground. As he is falling, the box hits him in the chest. He breathes in and out loudly about 5 times and stays quiet. I'm standing behind the corner now. I see my boss approaches him trying to help. I think he has died. But boss says no.


DR2
I'm in a very small room, 20x20 feet. There are some wooden benches without backrests and some people sitting on them. I'm drinking from a wooden cup. I don't like the drink, and there is stuff on the bottom, like hair and leftovers from previous drinks. I complain to someone, but I have a feeling I shouldn't, because we are slaves. They say those are just seeds, and really, I put my hand in the cup and pull out a fistfull of tiny seeds that looks like inside of a fig.

There was a third one, and I should have typed it while I remembered.

Notes Awake Dreaming Hypnogogic

Unsuccessful night. I attempted a WILD 15 minutes before I usually go to sleep, and these were the results:

I was lying down, legs and arms straight by my side, my mind clear. Thoughts that did come I just passively swept away. After about 7 minutes, I started to get the feeling that my body was more independent now: that I was more separate from the bed. I waited for another 4 minutes or so when I saw a red blob growing from the outside of my line of sight. When it reached the middle, I was overtaken with extremely strong emotion. (I wouldn't call it fear or excitement or happiness... I guess the closest it came to was surprise.) I started to get the sensation that I was lying on a brick of thick air and I began to feel the illusion of vibrating. I swallowed. Seconds after I did this I fell out of my hypnogogic state. I preformed a few RC's to ensure I wasn't dreaming, then tried again, leading to the exact same thing happening.

Here's a Non-Lucid dream that happened at some point that night: I was behind some sort of counter. When I stood up, the perspective switched to third person from the front and I saw Leonardo Da Vinci drawing something with a computer program, me still behind the counter. He got up and walked out of my line of sight, and I got on the computer, perspective still the same. The dream faded out from here.

I blew my nose, and noticed that something solid had emerged into the tissue. My growing unease ripened into sharp alarm when I inspected the contents. Next to some meatier pieces of phlegm was the unmistakable segmented shape of a short, light grey worm. It was about half an inch long, and completely alive and intact. I'm not sure if it was a true worm or had two hair-like rows of short legs, but it even started to move as I watched. The thought of such a thing living in my body, in my sinuses even, infused me with silent horror quickly ripening to desperation as I saw the front half of another worm, which would have been twice as long as the first if it were intact, in the tissue's contents. On the underside was a distinct mouth with two visible mandibles curved back so that they lay flat against its body like fangs. What were these things doing to me?

Just after discovering the worms in the tissue, I felt an itch just above the hairline of my forehead and absently scratched it. A soft body crushed under my fingers, getting tangled in my hair, and I brought them back to find the green ooze of yet another worm staining their tips. The horror became even more intense. Were there so many in my body that they were emerging? I needed to do something about this now.

Mustering all my willpower to stay calm and focused, I brought the unwieldy vehicle I was driving over to the curb, put it in park, and engaged the parking brake. It was a boxy shuttle like those that sometimes ferry people and their luggage around airports; this one had no seats and was specced for military use. I left the engine running, even as I wondered why I was doing so: this was unlikely to be a short stop. As I disembarked, I said something like, "Men, make sure not to move this vehicle," to my company. They were prone to horsing around, and I was afraid someone might bump the parking brake and accidentally disengage it. The vehicle was tricky to operate.

I disembarked, dodging the idle men lounging on the short flight of steps that led from the strip of grass bordering the curb down to the sidewalk bordering the building. The door was open, and there were more men clustered around the steps that led down into the building. I knew they were here because I had left for the last mission in such a hurry that they had been left behind. I had already sensed that something was wrong at the time, but it had still been too vague to articulate, a vague but crushing sense of oppression rather than any physical symptoms I could describe.

I was looking for someone in particular. Not the young doctor, but the old one, who I had known for a long time and trusted completely. After passing a row of men leaning against the bar to the right of the entryway, I turned left and was relieved to discover him standing next to a table. He had grey hair and a lined, weathered face, with a serious but not unkindly expression. I addressed him in a tone that was urgent but still tightly focused, doing everything I could to remain cogent and not lose myself to the mounting hysteria I was feeling.

"Richard, I think there's something wrong with me."

He looked up, and I saw that he could tell from my face that the matter was dire, but when he spoke his tone was relaxed, the practiced ease of an experienced combat physician. "Okay, tell me all about it."

"It started about a week before this mission," I began.

It was here that I woke up. The dream was a patchwork of distinct day residue. The worms were inspired by Jimmy Carter's appearance on the Daily Show with Jon Stewart, where they briefly discussed his efforts to eradicate guinea worms in Africa. The doctor's face was a combination of Lance Hendrickson, who I saw the night before last when Aliens (1986) came on TV, and another old guy from another film of which my husband made an approving remark when he appeared. The film might have been The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999), which we caught much of on cable last night, in which case the guy must have been Philip Baker Hall (b.1931)—I had to look up his name, but the face looks right. My role as a female leader of a military company comes directly from Mass Effect 3 (2012), which I was playing last night. I think there was a lot more to the dream, because it actually started with the scene prior to the mission when I first felt a foreboding uneasiness. I reported it in retrospect because I couldn't remember most of what happened before that last scene; the mission itself remains a blur in memory. There was physical input as well: when I woke up I still had a slight itch on my head where I had scratched in the dream and discovered the third worm.

I was laying on a grass field, face down, when I "awoke." Around me were some unrecognizable "friends" and "allies" dressed in rags as I was. I looked up to see multiple wooden pillars being prepared for people to be hung from and possibly crucified. I was loosely shackled by the wrists so I stood up and did some stretching. I mean if I was going to spend my last moments alive strapped to a giant wooden pillar in the sky, I might as well be limber.

I stared off into the horizon. The sky was a domineering grey and red color but near the silhouette of one of the mountains was one slice of sky that was unlike the rest. Just one portion where the clouds broke and a beautiful green light shone through. I took a moment to stare deeply into the sky, realizing that this was a color so beautiful and complex that only a dream could produce it. This was a very vague thought and did not give me lucidity. I called to the people with me and pointed out the sky. "Look at that horizon? Isn't that color amazing?" I got lost in the color again and somewhere in the back of my head I knew that I was doing it not to have some sort of "beautiful moment" before my death, but that if I focused hard enough, I might fully realize that I was in a dream and become lucid. This never happened. The rest of the dream faded away.

Third Dream

I was in the kitchen with my family and other people i don't know, thinking of what to eat. "Hmmm...should i eat coco pebbles or fruity pebbles?" I thought than asked the people around me. Someone told me to just take the coco pebbles from the small cup on the counter. It looked like it wasn't much than changed into chocolate flavored cheerios so i kept wondering what cereal i should eat. Than all of a sudden a guy came up close to me with a smirk on his face peering into my eyes. "Do you want me to go to supermarket for you? I can buy you whatever cereal you want. What kind of cereal do you want?" he asked me with a tone of voice as if he expected something in return.I thought about it and was tempted to make him go buy me something but than i said"No, Its okay." I than walked to a shelf that was in the kitchen and saw weird looking strawberries in plastic covers.

"Can I eat these strawberries?" I asked wanting to put them in my cereal. "No, don't touch them. Their not good." said my mom.I than walked to the counter and noticed a box of special K cereal with strawberries. "The strawberries aren't very good but i'll take what i can get."I thought than opened the box that broke apart."Hey!..There's only a chip,some strawberries and a wallet in here!..." I said annoyed. "Wait a minute...Mom! I found a wallet in the cereal box!" I said surprised and disgusted. I started to look inside. "Oo~ Five bucks. I bet there's more money in here."

But than my cousin came over to me saying "That's my wallet." I didn't let her have it."Why would you leave your wallet in a cereal box?" I asked. I kept looking in the wallet pockets and found two IDs. "Give her wallet back" my mom told me. "No this isn't her wallet." I said than looked at the IDs again but this time I felt something big in it. I found a small white bag with 6 needles in it. Than looked closer and found words making fun of whoever found the wallet.I looked one more time in a pocket than threw the wallet to my brother who threw it in the trash. I than looked at my hands to see really tiny holes. I wondered why my hand looked like this than went to the bathroom to wash my hands. After that i went to the kitchen to ask my mom if she thinks i got a disease from the needles being in the wallet. She said "No, it can only effect me because of my binarel beats." Than i woke up.

1/11/15:
I dreamt about a behavior that's been bothering me lately: Choosing to avoid hard work because of the laziness of others. I've been really getting into the self improvement community lately and the idea of removing cognitive biases was on my mind the night before. One of the cognitive biases that especially annoys me is "bandwagon behavior" (doing something because everyone else does it). So I dreamt about hanging out with this girl who's in my Journalism class. She was talking about how she decided not to do an assignment we had for the class. We kinda slowly started doing our own thing. Later on, she was smoking weed and having fun with her guy friend in her car, we were out in the city for some reason. I think a scene change occurred and I didn't really pick up on it. So anyway, the next morning we were in class and I didn't do the assignment. The girl was absent and the teacher got REALLY mad at me and started humiliating me in front of the class.

1/12/15:
I dreamt about trying to kiss a female friend of mine while waiting in line to get food at lunch, I don't remember the outcome but I remember not being able to get food for some reason.

Pretty blurry, vague, and bland dreams but I just started journaling again, and the fact that I'm having recall so fast is rather exciting. My nutrition is better and I sleep better too, lately, so I think that's why.

Dream recorded at 8:06 am. I was testing out the 'Sleep as Android' app. I'll post a picture of the results for that when I figure out how.

I was in a city. People were being evacuating from the country, but some 1 in 40 or so were being forbidden from boarding any public transit. They bore no clear signs of a solid group, it was a pretty even mix of appearances, none appeared sick, etc. I was one of them. This eventually lead to a lot of discontent. Even attempting to sneak aboard transit or cross a border people seemed to know who was part of the excluded group and prevented them from doing so. I'm not sure what happened but I found myself traveling with a group of others who had been forbidden from travel. We were walking along a beach at night. I had the feeling I/we had lost someone recently. I was singing 'A Health to the Company' in my mind. Then I 'woke up' at an SCA practice. It was still night, I ended up talking with some people about becoming active again. The conversation turned to the previous dream which I referred to as a game. There was a scene change and I was in an elevator. It was dimly lit and without adornment, possibly an industrial or construction elevator. I was typing something on a laptop. I 'woke up' once again and had to turn off three alarms, each set on a different phone. The first had me answer math problems (like my actual alarm does but far easier and harder than normal) I recal answering 3-0, 2+1, and 3/0. Didn't notice anything wrong. I set down that and picked up the next which had a sleep tracker and was annoyed to find that it had only recorded 4 minutes. The third seemed to have turned itself off. I felt myself falling asleep again and tried to wake myself up as I had to get to class. I woke up for real and found that it was 8:06 am. Over an hour prior to my wake up time.

There's a secret meeting going on in the basement of a whorehouse; the woman who runs this place and her girls give us shelter on a regular basis. One long table, only two actual chairs which are taken by the leader of one of the larger camps and myself (which seems like a waste since I wind up spending most of this scene on my feet), everyone else makes do without. The last of us has just arrived, and I've started to show a video I recorded earlier, a conversation between me and another man - one of my own kind, unlike the humans at this meeting. I walk around the room as the video plays, narrating here and there but for the most part it speaks for itself. I'm using this video as evidence to convince them to take some action against the other man in the video. When the video's done, the meeting breaks up for a bit. People talk privately.

As I walk around the room, I come across someone sitting against the wall who becomes very agitated as I approach. I remember him - I'd once done something thoughtlessly cruel to someone or something he cared about. I apologize to him now, and I genuinely mean it - I tell him I don't expect him to forgive me, but for whatever it's worth, I want him to know that I am sorry I did it. I'm not at all sure he understands what I'm saying. There's someone with him who's very protective of him - I leave them alone.

On the other side of the room, as I'm taking down the video equipment and thinking about the convenient access to electricity here, a woman named Carol approaches me. She's one of the camp leaders, I admire her greatly - we'd been part of the same territory once, but she and her people broke away from me. To my surprise, she's come to call a truce. She doesn't want the personal grudge between us to influence her people, since we're on the same side for the moment. But she reminds me that she's keeping an eye on me, she has people planted in my territory, she doesn't trust me. I remind her that I could say the same to her - I have eyes in her camp, and she's not exactly universally loved by her people, they could easily be convinced to remove her. I say to her, amused, "It's not exactly one-sided."

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am on top of a mountain when I witness an amazing out-of-this-world happening. First some kind of ball of light appears in the sky, surrounded by a kind of dark vortex around it. It starts growing and causing some disturbances on the ground. Then some other type of energy in the shape of stormy clouds seem to appear to counteract its effect. Then a giant alien being appears in the sky and the energy ball grows even stronger and starts sucking some things towards it and disintegrates them. I can clearly feel reality fading away as it enters that light. I'm right at the edge of its pull and I feel it touching me deep inside and showing me the “reality” after everything I know disappears. It is the end, nothing will remain. I feel an emptiness and a sadness beyond words. I am a river of tears in the shape of a soul. But the counteracting force seems to be gaining hold and preventing it from moving as fast as it would. I don't know what this means. I still feel it's the end of everything today, but now I feel the urge to warn people. So I descend from the top of the mountain and I spread the news high and low that the world is coming to an end. The people closer to me do not believe me, even seeing the giant luminous ball in the sky growing by the minute. How can they deny it? I don't get it! But many others believe the same thing I do and the news is spreading fast. I then encounter people abandoning shopping, all of a sudden realizing that they don't need any of that since they will stop existing soon and then realizing that it was true anyway at any other moment of their existence. We were always going to die, we just didn't know when. I feel what they feel, they too are a river of tears.
I feel the urge to find my friend Zilla. I don't know where she is and instead I go to her parents. Her father opens the door. He invites me in. He already knows what's coming. He says I won't have time to see Zilla, as she is far away, but that he has a gift she wanted to give me. I see it right away: she had bought two awesome white samurai swords, identical, one for each of us. They are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I don't even dare to touch them. I tell him to let them stay together as they are now on a shelf. I will never touch them, there's no point. I am happy just to have seen them.

12.01.2015

Hellish brown beast after my cats (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was doing ET contact in the country, but I was doing this during the day when suddenly, I heard a huge noise of a plane crashing. There was no fire, no screams, no dead people, in fact, they walked out fine from the plane, despite the plain being broken in half. I wanted to assist injured people with healing energy until the dream changed a scenario. There was something involving a train accident and I was next to my car about to leave somewhere when other plane crashed the same way.

I wanted to look at my bag, and ensure the police did not grab some of my stuff thinking I was to blame. The police seemed to not care from what it was in my bag. I wanted to call a friend and tell her what the heck was going on with the planes. I saw a plastic phone with a monochrome screen in my bag. Something like this one, but it was all white and had no camera:







The phone made an odd noise I teleported to a house. The phone was larger, like an i-pad, but made out of plastic and still with the black and white monochrome screen. Now it had a camera also. I heard a noise and went to the bathroom, and I saw like a map on my "i-pad" and a red dot. Every time I clicked the red dot, I was moved to the rooms, until I clicked it twice and went to a small room that had a spiderweb.

There was a tiny spider, and the app said, "Writing spider" It was an extremely extra rare find that if I photographed, I would get something mind blowing on a game. I could see the spider with a tiny pencil and a paper. When I took its photo, it started to grow and turned into a hellish brown beast. It was like a rat, but very slender, with long arms and very sharp claws... this is the closest I could find:







I closed the door, but the door did not covered all the way up to the roof, as it was a wavy decor so the little beast came out from there. It turned in some sort of demon cat and I was afraid it would kill my cats. She went after both of my cats and I pushed it away.

After this, and killing the beast (no idea how) a lot of nonsense started. I saw a show that looked like "The human body" where there were some viruses that turned into broccolies (of different colors)







A voice said they needed to be eliminated, otherwise a big mess would happen. Sure enough it did. They turned into football players and these kept growing into demons, black shadows that were attacking some city hall and only using white light was good to defeat them, lucky me I could channel it.

12.01.2015

Weird ex and step dad nonsense. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was with my family enjoying some vacation. Hanging around, there were three female friends and one of them, called Teresa who was my ex. My mom told me that Teresa still loved me ( I have an ex called Teresa, but my mom never met with her and she neither looked in the dream like she looked in real life and we had a mutual agreement in parting ways.)

Teresa was at the beach and wanted to lay down on the sand with me and watch the stars together. I felt my wife would get pissed if I did that and I tried to look for my wife.

My step dad was acting like a jerk and he tried to fight me twice. He threw me to a corner and punched me, but it did not hurt. I decided to send him a psychic attack in order to mess him up.

Later my mom told me to go to the Canari Island for one day, something I found impossible just for the time of the flight there.

I was sitting on the couch in my kitchen. My mother was sitting there too. I turned on Half-Life on my old laptop, and my mother turned it on, on her phone. It was weird phone, it was extremely thin, and easily bended. We were moving through the deformed, dark labs. From time to time teleports lighted the darkness a bit. Luckily they weren't leaving enemies. The place get more and more deformed. I turned the laptop off, and found myself outside. I was watching the night sky. Black, devoid of stars. Suddenly I realised that I look at a gigantic black vortex that surrounded earth.

Morning of January 12, 2015. Monday.



This dream was of not much interest to me. I am still “going back to King Street” after over twenty years. It is always different, however. This time, my apartment (or the pinhead’s apartment I may be visiting at the time) is near the space which the large bathroom was in reality but farther southward. The pinhead (Leonard S) is present and mostly stands to my left without doing or saying much and there is seemingly not much furniture in the large room.

The activity is somewhat unclear - though it is related to an apparently important task involving sorting. There are several low stacks of folded newspapers (from different time periods, possibly relative to a ten year time period) over the floor in at least six or more piles to my right and at least four or more to my left. It is possible that they are only about two or three newspapers high or there may in fact be only one newspaper in each position. I am aware that there are many more newspapers to go through in whatever activity I am involved in. My landlady (who lived to be over a hundred in real life) comes in, seemingly slightly annoyed, but I do not think I am doing anything wrong.

It is possible that I am involved in scanning all of the pages or certain features of them - such as the comics only (or at least sorting them more precisely somehow, though by what relevance I am not certain), but if so, it seems I am doing it mentally - yet still possibly sending it to a computer file somewhere (apparently to save space). I notice that some top pages are showing typical clusters of paragraphs related to actual news (with some black and white photographs here and there) and other top pages are mostly showing columns of daily comic strips (I notice a “Wizard of Id” strip featuring Spook, the hairy dungeon prisoner). This is in about a fifty-fifty proportion overall. Not much else happens. The floor remains covered with newspapers as my dream loses cohesion.