non-lucid

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.

I was walking down the road at night with some people. We were gonna buy something. The place has lots of lights. Malate?

I had to withdraw from an ATM. Not sure if there was one nearby. We were inside the mall. Food court?

Though I may have dreamed more this is what I have so far:

Rarity from MLP: FIM and someone else were traveling in a mushroom patch with large mushrooms along a river, avoiding a beast that would harm or kill them on their way. Then two others showed up by them and eventually those two took a path to the right which would lead to a cycle, while Rarity was still considering the one to the left that may have led to death. Eventually I think they all went to the right, then I saw where it led: Somewhere near Applejack (Who may have been a TF2 engineer) and Lyra Heartstrings was tied up near the hole in the ground that the four came out of.

I found myself waking up on the floor. I got up and decided to open the door in to the living room. I notice the garage door was open. I went in to the refrigerator to place a juice box in to the freezer. I then proceeded to go in to the garage and notice one person there. The guy slap something on my neck and then I ask them why they do that? But they insisted that I was making the whole event up. I decided to give up and enter back in side the garage. I notice a controller and as I am attaching it to a USB, I get this feeling like I could wake up. That's when I realize I am dreaming as I place the controller down. I have an FA. Lucidity Time: 4 seconds.

I was to do a film as an actor, and I had to act out a scene to get into the restricted area. I went up the stairs and there was lots of people waiting to be seen to. Eventually a show started. We were not required to do anything, the show required people to figure out a puzzle with their drawn cards, it was a show that was already to be live somewhere else. We started to get bored with it, and went to leave. I went to catch the train back because I missed my girlfriend and didn't care about the fancy show anymore.

Something to do with my parents placing a large potted plant in my room. I told them I didn't want it because I would be off at college and not be able to water it/take care of it.


Something to do with multiple earths, and distant future space military men eating way too much meat and becoming zombies.


This dream took on a weird blur between a story that I was merely observing and one that I was actually a character in, and woof, it was a hefty one.

The story established a woman's character. She lived alone and worked online with her cat, a small stripey orange tabby with bright green eyes. She lived in a small town in a hilly, remote corner of Europe (Italy?) The town was fairly sized with a town square and several larger buildings as well as a church and the ruins of a castle turned into the town square. Outward from the town were a number of nice modern homes. One of the smaller ones being hers.

One day, the cat decided to leave the home. He headed outside and began walking through the farm feilds and yards on the edge of the town deeper in the woods. He met up with a group of other cats that [dream logic] were some migratory herd of cats [/dream logic]. The cats were able to talk and the leading members of the group were against letting a house-cat into the group. The leader himself, however (who was simply a larger version of the exact same cat) allowed him to travel with the group.

There was a rather long story about the group of cats and the dynamic between them. One of the cats actually had a bionic eye and leg. Each one had their own story, character, and motivation, and they traveled the world as enlightened sightseeing nomads.

The woman had actually been on vacation for several months, while someone else had been cat sitting for her. When she returned home, she found that the cat sitter had stated that she hadn't seen much of the cat, but assumed that he ran away not too long after he left. The cat sitter stated that about a week after the woman left the food bowl was never emptied and the litter box never had any surprises in it.

The woman got mad with the cat sitter, refused to pay her and soon gave up on her. There was a back-story as to how the woman (Let's call her Carol. I don't know, she looked like a Carol. ) found the cat. She had found the cat as a child and rescued her, and the cat had been her lifelong companion.

So this was where my character came in he was the friendly town psychic who had a way with animals and was her only hope for her to ever find her lost companion. I agreed to help her in return for a hefty sum of money. I then used my psychic power to locate the cat, that for some reason was in New York City. I told the woman that I was amazed at how far her cat had traveled. I told her that I would travel and recover the cat, and she insisted that she come with me.

Part of Carol's character was that she had never been outside of the home town, she had some kind of mental disorder that made her very scared of going to new places. I tried to explain to her some of the sights we might see when we travel to NYC. I recall one scene where we were in the town square and I was trying to explain what skyscrapers were.

"See that building... that is what? Five stories. In New York, it's not uncommon to see buildings that are a hundred stories tall."

Mind=Blown.

Yet another aspect of this story was the fact that it took place on a future earth where air travel by plane had been outlawed because it had been deemed too fuel inefficient. Instead, people rode on huge airships called drifters. They had a skin with a layer of photosynthetic algae that grew on the outside converting waste products into energy and clean water. However, riding on drifters was unnecessarily expensive and only for the wealthy.

We considered traveling by water, but with global warming a number of ports had flooded and sea travel had become unnecessarily expensive and inconvenient. Hyper-Hurricanes and rouge waves were also a deterrent in sea travel. However, in my psychic reading, it was by means of a cargo ship that Carol's cat had traversed the ocean from Europe to NYC.

Carol didn't own a car, only a bicycle. I, however owned a Motorcycle that I refused to ride after a bad crash broke one of my arms and nearly paralyzed me. After some convincing, I realized that we really had no other option than to take the motorcycle.

Thus our journey began. There was a really long shot of us riding through a wind farm.

We eventually found ourselves in the middle east, near Dubai. Now if anyone is up-to-date, they know that Dubai is a huge Jewel-in-the-desert kind of city. But I suppose by this point in the future the original city had been decimated by sandstorms and terrorism. The city was now a titanic walled military compound that deployed mobile oil platforms into the desert to drill out the last pockets of oil. They jealously guarded the black gold held within the walls of their city.

There was a reason that we needed to associate with these people, something to do with getting a 'fueling pass' for my motorcycle.

We passed through a few other locations taking a sort of Zig-zag pattern across Eurasia, seeing the sights along the way. The only ones I even remember the names of were New Moscow and the Chinese orbital elevator in Hong Kong.

We ended up spending much longer in China than needed, and Carol got very frustrated with me. I was learning more about my psychic ability from these Buddhist monks. The monks were midgets for some reason (2-3 feet tall) They also advised against our quest, and stated that we should let her cat roam the world free, because it is clearly what he wants. Carol also got frustrated with me because I was so intent on sightseeing in China. (IWL I've always wanted to go to the more remote parts of China. They look so beautiful.)

Eventually we ended up crossing the bridge that went from Siberia to Alaska, then drove through northern Canada, heading south east of the great lakes. In this future, most of America was a war-torn and bankrupt badlands, but the eastern seaboard was still hanging on. (In fact they seemed to be thriving.)

Future NYC was beautiful. There weren't that many futuristic buildings, save for a large glass monolith with three circular holes cut through the top. A couple of drifters were docked at the top, going through the holes. Supposedly every major city had one of these. It was like an airport, but for airships rather than planes.

Just of Manhattan island, I went into a park, considered the advice of the monks and preformed a second psychic reading. I wasn't able to get as clear a bead on the cat. There was something about too much noise, but I could figure that he was in the 'New York Underground', an extensive network of tunnels running deep beneath the city. Carol had worked through her anxiety about new places and was excited to see the city.

We cut briefly back to the cats who were underground. It seemed as though their group had disbanded.

However, we needed a way to get into the NYC underground. I met my friend S who said he had a contact that worked at his favorite pizza place. The man who ran the place had skeleton fingers due to some accident when cooking. He had filed his bones into small knives and tools that he used for cooking.

When we showed up asking for information, he thought mistakenly that we were applying for a job and tried to make us cook pizza for the day.

Eventually we found how to get into the underground. There was a fake subway station with a slide in it. When we found it, Carol jumped in and I followed after her. The slide converted to a tubular pipe and we were sliding TMNT style. I'd guess we wound up about ten stories beneath the streets.

As soon as we hit the bottom of the slide someone took a picture of us and tried to sell it to us. He had a camera for part of his head and one of his eyes was the lens. (Gosh these characters are just getting weirder and weirder.) He had assumed that me and Carol were a couple and wanted to sell us the picture framed with this heart.

It was at this point that I became semi aware that this was in fact that this was a dream and I also became aware of the fact that the dream appeared to be ending.

Thus we had a rushed conclusion where Carol found her cat, only to chase him into the road and have him get run over by a bus. She cried. There was some theme/quote here about having lost a companion (the cat) and gained one (me). I then started fighting against the story and trying to change it. I wanted to go off on my own and explore the world with the money that I had made. The story concluded with me meeting up with the monks on the return journey. Carol wasn't there anymore.

I hear some noises in the kitchen and walk over there. I see a young lady throwing lettuce everywhere. Fist fulls at a time. Reaching deep into the bags of lettuce and giving it a full strength pitch. Sometimes at a salad bowl, other times, well, I'm not really sure what she is aiming for. Lettuce covers just about everything now, all over the counter top and floor, and even filling the salad bowl amazingly. I think I see some shredded carrots fly through the air at one point.

I wake up thinking, "I should eat more salads"
And then I did.

I'm flying over a river, and although I don't remember what I was flying on, in effect it's essentially a flying carpet - a small, flat surface carrying several people. Someone else is 'driving' it, I'm just along for the ride. We're taken over a waterfall, with several clouds beneath us, and among the clouds I see a huge gate hanging in the air, supported by pillars on either end. It turns out to be the first in a series of three gates, the entrance to a country - the first is very modern, with images like a billboard; the second somewhat less modern; and the third is very old and very beautiful, more like a decorative lattice made of stone and covered in moss, as tall as maybe a three-story building. I turn back to look at it as we pass overhead. On the other side, we land. I find that I'm excited, much more so than I'd expected to be, about traveling somewhere new. Less jaded than I thought apparently.

I'm surprised - although we've just entered a new country, there don't seem to be any customs to pass through, no guards. We've landed outside of a building, and I understand there are some procedures to be gone through inside; but there isn't anyone around out here, no one to stop us from just wandering off into the country. I intend to go inside, I just took note of it as something odd. There's what seems to be a giant bell planted in the ground, although it's so covered with moss it's hard to tell what's underneath. As I and the other people from the 'carpet' walk around outside, I notice several stone statues. There's a plaque underneath one of them that I read - this is part of the entrance procedure. We're meant to pay our respects by bowing before each of these statues. I do so, pointing this out to one of the other people from the 'carpet' to give them a heads up. The first three statues I come to are divine figures and legendary heroes, I bow before each of them; but then the fourth statue I find is an odd creature in a mask, labeled as a nightmare called Home Eater. I don't see why I should have to bow before my own kind.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There was a scene in which someone was causing plants to grow rapidly among some stone ruins in a cave, and someone else saying to them, horrified, "What have you done?"

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Lost Boys, as David I'm watching Michael drop out of the tree and run away from the killing. This was not the plan. He was supposed to kill someone, not run away. I don't like giving the new ones too much time to think - just do it, make a clean break, then explain what's happened to them. It's easier that way.

Back in the cave with Star, I'm standing off to one side and watching her. She's standing in front of a bunch of pots for plants covering a table. Most of them look empty, although I know she's planted seeds in each of them, and she's been trying to do something with them. But the one she's holding her hands over now is growing right before our eyes, responding to her somehow, like magic. Whatever she's been trying to do, it's working on this one. The other boys come back then, they all exclaim over what Star's doing, gathering around the plant and looking as excited about this as she is - except Michael. He's hanging back and looking at Star with this expression - not exactly betrayal, but close; like he'd thought she was someone he could trust, and now he believes he was wrong about that.

1. Something to do with baseball that somehow lead into people using liquefied, controllable metal for miscellaneous tasks.

2. I remember another dream, but I don't recall any details.

3. I was wandering around at what I knew was my college, despite it looking completely different. I was rather preoccupied with the time for some reason. I was there at 7 and felt I had been there overnight. Something happened, I don't recall what, then I checked my watch to see that it was 12:15, 15 minutes late for class. I headed there and found that the room had an odd assortment of desks and chairs, some standard, some more like bar stools. I found a spot near some people I knew. I forgot another event and somehow I was back 'home' (Which was nothing like my actual home.) and checking the time again, realizing that I had to get back to school soon for a second class. Realizing I had only a few minutes to get there, and knowing that it'd take me an hour to get there, I decided to use an LD to get there (Oh the joy of dream thoughts. Use an LD to travel, without taking the hint to become lucid.) I don't remember if it worked or not and I woke up shortly after.

4. Again, I distinctly remember another dream, but can't recall anything from it.

5. I was walking in the woods looking for materials (for what I've no idea.) when I noticed some people running after me. (The people from 'The Forest' in retrospect.) I dropped what I had and ran, trying to break line of sight long enough to hide without success. I jumped into a nearby river, hoping to lose them that way, and swam underwater for quite a while. I looked behind to see one of the people still following me, and worse, a large number not far from the shore ahead of me. I quickly left the river and climbed up some kind of structure, using the outer duct work and conveyor belts, whose purpose I could not discern. I jumped off the opposite side into a lake and quickly swam beneath a dock jutting out from the building. It was a rather tense few moments as I waited underwater, but the people eventually went elsewhere. Just as I was about to resurface for a breath, someone else arrived, initially scaring me, but they turned out to be helpful and hooked me up with a bow, arrows, and a knife. The dream essentially turned into a game of Far Cry after. I followed him out of the area. At one point I was deciding between keeping the bow or switching out for an RPG. At first I took the RPG, but later returned to get the bow, thinking stealth would be more beneficial. I don't remember what happened after that.