non-lucid

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I was in what appeared to be a particularly bland examination room; everything was white or silver, and there was no decor in sight. I was aware that I was there under false pretenses; my brother and father and I had been tricked into a high-security facility that experimented on its involuntary patients. I found the door to be unlocked, and made my way down a maze of identical white hallways littered with medical equipment. Countless doors undoubtedly led to countless more examination rooms, two of which contained my family members, and dozens of white doctors with light-colored hair and long white coats bustled about, ignoring me entirely.

I managed to find my younger brother in one of the rooms. Despite the labyrinthine layout of the facility, I was able to instinctively move in the right direction. Will and I then searched together for my father, who we found to be looking more than his age, and sickly. He was still able to keep up as we all began our escape.

We quickly found ourselves in a new section of the building, where the amount of staff around us multiplied and closed doors were replaced by glass looking into large, near-empty rooms, most containing a single table with an unconscious individual lying upon it. Many doctors were observing these rooms, occasionally looking down to scribble notes on a clipboard.

The increased number of staff combined with the suspicious appearance of our group prompted us to look for disguises. We found a sort of locker room with hangers covering the walls, a few of which held lab coats. We each donned one before continuing onward, but mine had many tiny buttons, and I found myself left behind as I struggled to fasten them. I ran to catch up.

Time skipped ahead and I found myself in a woodsy area, supposedly the grounds of the facility we were escaping. My family was nowhere in sight, but I assumed them to be safe. I was more concerned with the battle going on around me: many young adults were struggling to fend off otherworldly creatures as they, too, tried desperately to escape. I recall in particular a giant spider - think Aragog - pinning a man to the ground as he cried out for help. Many of these people seemed to know me, and I them, for we called out to each other with updates on the situation. I was told to make a run for it, and ran over a small hill covered with fallen leaves, landing in a shallow ditch. I was confronted by only a small, metal chain fence, easily climbed over. Before I could attempt to do so, however, I found myself awake.

At the disco

I was at the disco with my pals. There was a disco ball, and rhythmical music. I somehow liked it, and started to dance.

*I don't like discos and dancing, it was a good opportunity to DILD, but I missed it.*

Zombie apocalypse

*This dream is ridiculous, and full of wrong assumptions.

I was in the ruins of gigantic metropoly. With a group of survivors, we were hiding in a self made shelter underground, near the surface level. It all started when nuclear weaponry was used during the cold war. Radiation caused weird mutation in people. Soldiers were killing everyone, zombies, and civilians to stop the plague from spreading. I was searching for resources, and I stumbled upon a squad of soldiers. They were wearing green suits, and trench coats. I escaped from their ferocious onslaught, right in the moment when they were attacked by zombies. I couldn't come back for weapons, as the area was contaminated. I returned to the shelter, only to find one priest inside. He told me that everyone escaped, and while trying they were eaten by zombies. I told him that we're low on food, and that soon we'll have to find some. We only had some bread, sausages, sweets and two oranges.

December 28, 2014

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I was running around the roof of some strange, giant building that was reminiscent of the Sky Tower in the new Pokemon games. (I've been playing them pretty much nonstop since Christmas...)

I was running because I was being chased by a giant monster thang. It was like Rayquaza, but had Benedict Cumberbatch's voice (well, the mind-knowing-not-really-speech equivalent of his voice). If you were completely still, this creature couldn't see you... Unfortunately, I had moved a slight amount, and it locked onto me.

I ran inside, and saw a friend of mine in a pile of pillows. I hid under a table nearby, hoping the creature wouldn't be able to find me. But it had my scent or something, and easily spotted me. I ran back outside, onto the roof/balcony. I stood very, very still, hoping the wind would wash my scent away or something. It came out soon after, looking for me. But there were now many other people, all standing completely still. The creature went past me, and I dashed inside. There was a magnetic knife rack on the right side of the doorframe, and I grabbed the biggest knife I could, and pressed myself against the wall as flat and still as I could. I waited. I could hear it coming back in, having fought my movement. It was now in the form of a human-like woman, but I knew it was still the monster. It had a smaller knife, and lunged at me with it. I somehow held the knife off with one hand, and then stabbed the creature in the chest. It staggered backward, then fell onto its back. I knew it was dead, but I straddled it and stabbed it at least 15 more times, over and over again even though it was very, very dead.

I don't usually get all that violent in my dreams (and if I do, it's almost always with good reason) , so this was disconcerting for me...

December 27, 2014

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I was in a sort of scrap yard store. The owner was my guardian, or something. We sold parts to these one- or two-man miniature helicopters. I had been teaching a younger member of my weird, no conventional family how to fly these contraptions.

It was night time, and the younger member was out on his first solo flight, but something went wrong, so I got into one of the fliers, and went out to find him. It was like the way you can fly Latios and Latias in the new Pokemon games... I found my little sibling, and got my copter directly below theirs so they could do what I do. I guided us back to the shop, which was in a strange tiered building, and was mostly open on one side, all balcony and no actual walls. If that makes sense. Like the rooms had ceilings and all the walls except the one facing the front of the building.

Anyways, the little sibling was going out of control again, and I phased in and out around some trees growing densely at the top of the building.

December 26, 2014

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I was walking through what seemed to be a large mall, but turned out to be a school. I met my professor in the hallways, and she told me that we were in the classroom that belonged to one of her colleagues, doing a project the required more space. I found the new room. The other teacher turned out to be the guy who played Four in the Divergent movie, and I was instaswooning. All my classmates had partners already, so I ended up being Four's partner. We were making bacteria cultures or something, but I had missed the instructions, and didn't know what the heck to do. It was something about cutting out squares of a special bacteria paper and put them in Petri dishes. I was so confused and Four wasn't helping, as all I could think about was wanting to screw him... I told him I needed to talk to him privately and we ran off to a staff bathroom for a while ;D

After that, I was in a course where we had to film a game show or something. My group decided to do ours with a puppet or small animal of some sort as the host...

As I was leaving the school for lunch, there was a siren and the sky was all dark and ferocious. I told my friends, "ah, it'll be alright. We get warnings all the time but there's never actually a tornado."

Right as I say that, a funnel forms, and touches down about half a mile out from the school, heading right for us. We all go back inside and head for the basement. I was standing by one of those windows that's at the ground level, so I could see. Not very smart, really, but I wasn't thinking about safety. I just really wanted to see what it would look like if the tornado went right over our heads. The tornado came right next to the school building, destroying the church next door. I realized there was a small puppy right next to the window (which turned out to be a bar window), and I called for it to come over so I could hold onto it through the bars. I was worried about it flying away and getting hurt. I couldn't get hold of it though. It didn't get blown away, but it looked so scared, it made me so sad.

As soon as the tornado was over, I went outside and looked for the puppy, but couldn't find it...

Mostly random and not so significant dreams until Christmas morning really. There was one where I had to write an essay for a class and we had to attach stickers to the story. Mine was about the Rugrats. In another dream my field instructor gave me a sort of shoe-lace necklace as a reward for doing something quite mischievous. In another I was involved in a love triangle between my teacher on whom I had a crush and a classmate who loved me for realz and whom I eventually came to love as well (the teacher ended up being a real creep)

Anywas. Back logging some dreams from the last week or so.

December 25, 2015

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I was on a train with my family... I had put my necklace (it's got three different platypus on it) in a stocking that was hung in a corner of a restaurant in one of the cars. I can't find it later when I go to look for it, and panic a bit. And then I realize I've missed my stop, so I get off at the next one and end up walking along a mountain ridge. It turned out I hadn't missed my stop, I'd gotten off a few stops too early. So I was trying to beat the train so I could get back on it at the next stop.

I met some hikers on the mountain ridge; as I was going down, they were going up. The whole mountain scene was pretty surreal. I was hopping down with ease and not seeming to be at all worried about long drops and steep slopes. I found the tracks at the bottom of the slopes, and followed them until I heard the train behind me. I stood aside and let it go by me, but grabbed onto a handle before it was gone, swinging up and into the car.

Now that I'm back on the train, I frantically try to find my necklace (and apparently my class ring was also in the stocking) again. I remember distinctly hoping that I was dreaming, so that when I woke up I would still have all my things. I went to talk to the owner of the restaurant I had hidden my necklace in, but she won't let me see the stockings they'd hung so that I could check to see if my things were still in any of them. I started crying, but the owner wasn't doing anything, and so I left, very sad and angry at her.

I found the head honcho of this train world, and talked to her. SHE said I could go to the storage area and see if my necklace and ring are there. She even appointed someone to help me look.

As I am walking to the storage car, I have an inkling that I am indeed dreaming, and I enter a very calm state, happy in the knowledge that my precious things aren't actually lost. It wasn't quite lucidity, but in a way it was lucid. It's a bit hard to describe. It was like I was lucid, but didn't even try to change the dream at all. I just sorta went with it and accepted what ever happened, not exerting any dream control at all. I guess it could be like watching a movie. I was aware, but I just wanted to watch, and so my awareness took a passive viewer's stance.

I wander the upper level of one of the cars; it was oriental-ish. Lots of red and dragons and paper lanterns. I realized I still had my ring and necklace, so I was in the past few hours, just before I lost them. I was trying to make sure I didn't lose them this time.

But then this guy in there, and he ends up blasting my little brother's nipples off with a phaser of some sort. I chase the bitch down and threw him off the train forcefully.

I was hanging out outside of chiptloe where i am about to start working and I go to the back where there is a tall red head kid who helped me get the job he i hanging out making food and i go in the back and ask him about different meats and i find one meat that looks very sketchy and is obviously heavily processed so i ask him what it is giving the benefit of the doubt and he tells me pork which i never order so i am not familer enough to recognize that it is actually steak just in the way you have it in a Philly sandwich but it was also in a paper boat that should of clued me in that this was not chiplote at all. we were at the end of a long line of tubs filled with food and as i was getting ready to leave so was he.. he came out the back and i followed him around for a while asking him many a question. I think he was getting pissed after i said "so what am i going to be doing on my first day on friday, it instantly occured to me that my first day was on Monday but I didnt catch on that i was dreaming so i listened to his reply of "getting trained" he looked lost about what to say and annoyed at this point we were walking thru a grocery store that housed the chiplote which is absuolty never the case in my experience with chipt;le retruants

notes: I noticed that a certain meat shouldnt be at this restruant becuase they only sell organic
- Also caught my mistake when i said i was starting friday when i knew it was monday

Pink Barrier

Inside a subway with a floating platform, flying trains and a huge area of space where all of this could fit I was waiting for the train to arrive and when it arrived it was so fast that i fell to the ground.I looked at the train and it looked like it was designed like a ginger bread cookie. I thought about how i could get inside the decorated train but saw no way into it and decided to wait for the next.

After waiting a bit the dream shifted. I was now in my house. I was inside a room and someone was talking to me as they held onto me. I got the impression that the thing holding onto me was Chuckie in the dream. It kept giving me orders as if the situation was now a life and death game where I had to comply. All of this was obviously a dream so i decided to just sit down and wait for it to disappear.Which it did.

The scene than changed again and now i was watching a episode of the Simpsons with my dad. The characters in the show were slowly disappearing and apparently were all becoming angels and going to heavens. It ended thankfully but than the talking doll came back. My dad hit the doll and told me to follow him upstairs. I followed him up into my room and the doll followed. But it changed into a creepy floating zombie girl.

My dad was fighting it in my room and i wanted to help him out. I thought about how pink was my favorite color and how funny it was that others saw it as a astral parasite repellent. I used the pink barrier to protect Kiro in a old dream and decided to use it to protect my dad."Dad! Should i use the pink barrier move?" I asked. "Yeah! Hurry up and use it!" said my dad. I used both my hands to put my dad around the barrier and the girl screamed. It was like defeating a boss in a video game. My dad was attacking and i was protecting.

When the girl was defeated she disappeared and so did my dad. The pink barrier was still present but when i tried to put it away it burst into tiny pink flames around the room. It changed from pink to blue than pink again.I thought about how pretty the flames danced on the floor and than the dream shifted. I was now sitting on my bed with my nephew and older sister. She offered me a yellow frosted slice of pie. I ate it and said it was the best cake pie ever. My nephew laughed and said it wasn't cake even though it sort of looked like a cake mixed with a pie. After that my nephew changed into a baby and my sister was going to change his diaper. Than i woke up.

Waffle Rage

Since I was tired of my cousin waking me up just so she could continue with her waffle addiction I shouted at her. She was eating my waffles again and they were almost finished. My parents were in the living room and told me that i needed to calm down. I didn't want to calm down though and hit her. She tried hitting me back and as we fought i realized there was a point where i felt overcome with the feeling of not being able to fight. Even the motion and moves i did said it was a dream.

I was happy with this and decided to use this as a way to get out my anger on my two cousins. I would have enjoyed it more if this was a shared dream and i could beat them up. I started fighting with the youngest cousin who was the one eating my waffles. I punched,kicked,tried to push her into the oven, and hit her with a stapler. As I started punching her again there was a point where she started punching quickly and said she was going to fight harder now. I lost the ability to fight at that point and was confused. I stopped for a bit and watched as she tried to punch. But she did not hit me.

I regained my strength again and kicked her into the air and started hitting her again until she disappeared. I was happy but than my brother walked downstairs with a plate of waffles. I was long gone. My rage skyrocketed. I ran downstairs and could feel the sensation that my cousins were in the room. I ran to the room and saw both cousins. The waffle monster was present. I slammed the waffles on her plate onto the floor with my hands than ran back upstairs laughing. The oldest cousin came upstairs into the living room because she wanted to fight for her sister. I was ready to fight that trader.

I started punching her and kicking her and managed to throw her off a bit. But than she started throwing punches at me. I couldn't move my right arm and i suddenly felt overcome with weakness. "Why is my right arm stuck to my back!? and how come this feeling keeps coming back?...My urge to fight is way stronger..." I thought.She laughed a bit and said her and her sister are leaving now.(The oldest already moved out and the youngest is leaving this week) As they were happily leaving i lunged at the oldest again. She pointed at me and started skipping an laughing. Than a upbeat country song of a lady started playing. I managed to push her on the porch but than the dream ended and i woke up.

Conclusion- I'm way better at fighting to protect and with love in dreams than with pure rage. :/ No more rage venting in dreams for me.

Some dream having to do with quartz crystals in one way or another.


I feel like I had a lucid dream last night, but have no recollection of what might have happened in it.


I also recall something to do with this very poorly shot/adapted version of Guardians of the Galaxy with crappy special effects. I was trying to fast forward past this one part that was supposedly really scary.


The only full on dream I recall was rather weird. I was in my parent's bedroom but it had been refurbished into a twin dorm room and me and D were living in it together. For some reason I was ranting about cartoons and anime and how I thought that they could be improved.

I can remember I was talking about how I didn't like that in cartoons and anime in particular the shows create unrealistic body standards for boys and are even worse for girls. I went on and on about how in TV, the boys, even supposedly the ones who don't exercise and are lazy, can still look so good. And for all the girls it's even worse, all of the girls look like runway models with ridiculously attractive bodies, perfect skin, etc. I then went into saying that the worst offenders are the shows that have a bunch of boys/girls and draw them all with exactly the same body *ahem sailor moon*.

Just like IWL, my roommate was a great listener.

I said something about attractive women giving this guy nosebleeds, but I can't recall exactly what it was. I went briefly into talking about how I thought love/romance was portrayed unrealistically in these shows. It always seems that the love interest is somewhat pointless because you know they're going to get together with the hero in the end, but you never actually get to see them be together because they don't get together until the end. So all they end up doing is giving you all these romantic cliches and they just feel like a big waste of time.

I started to get into another rant about violence in cartoons and anime and how it happens a little too often. Now don't get me wrong here, I like a good action scene as much as the next guy, but injuring/killing another to get your way isn't always the best idea. I think that Avatar adressed this-

I woke up around here in my rant. The odd part of this dream is that this whole rant sounds perfectly in character for me.

I set a new record for most reality checks in one sitting when I checked my grades from my college this morning. Luckily I passed three classes. In my fourth class, it looks a like the prof is a little late putting in our grades.

*Had some troubles with sleeping that night. Happens to me regularly, although it usually lasts for 10 - 40 minutes before I fall asleep, but sleepless nights like that happen. I have fallen asleep at about 6:30 o'clock. I recall two dreams. One was a nightmare.*

First dream

I was sitting with a girl I once was friends with, now were just passing acquaintances. We were seating near the table. I was sitting against the white, newly built wall. I think she looked a bit better in that dream. She had brown hair reaching her shoulders, and she was wearing glasses, and light-blue shirt. She had a bit pale carnation, as always. She looked happy, but I was suspicious, feeling that there is something wrong.

Second dream - DILD

I was back at primary school. My body was changed to how it was back then. We were playing a game with teachers. Some of students got the nails, and the rest had balloons. The goal was to keep the balloon as long as you can. I was holding the nail. I looked at the school entrance, and saw a suspicious looking boy, wearing a purple jacket and a black cap. I punctured one of the balloons and went upstairs. There was a teacher waiting near a class. Brunette, tall woman after her forties. I was going into the class, turned around and saw that boy again. I was frightened, and tried to run to the teacher, as she could help me.
Suddenly I realise that it's just a dream. I forced myself to come closer to the boy, and face my fear. As I came closer, my body felt more numb. When I finally reached him, he made a wicked smile, and everything turned black.
I woke up in my bed, shaking in fear. I couldn't overcome the fear, even if it had the most ridiculous form I've ever seen in a nightmare. I tried to DEILD, but I couldn't fall asleep until I stopped shaking.

I'm disembodied and watching this woman who I think of as "the princess." She's standing on a cliff at night, looking out into the distance - I'm facing the opposite direction, and I wonder what she can see out there; she seems to be looking at something specific. She's with this big buff friend/guard. I'm hearing music, though I'm aware the music isn't part of the scene on the cliff that I'm watching. A mezzo-soprano singing, starting with a line that reminds me of the start of the Commendatore's song - "Don Giovanni! A cenar teco m'invitasti" - very similar sequence of notes, but in no language I recognize. The princess has come here to make some kind of self-sacrifice.

As I watch, this dark grey crystal-like structure forms on her right temple, up into her hairline. Smaller, similar structures appear elsewhere on her bare skin where it's visible, but they quickly fade away - I think of snow landing on the skin and instantly melting. But the larger ones on her temple stay. The princess sways as if she's about to pass out, and her friend/guard catches her, but she's all right after just a moment. Her friend finds this scene, her actions, incredibly painful. So do I. I admire her.

Those 'crystals' are things of the same nature I am - they're alive, in a sense, or similar enough to life; they're not capable of complex communication like I am, but they have awareness of a sort. And the princess has willingly made herself their host. Though she and her friend see this as self-sacrifice, I'd call it more of a deal. There's something that she wanted, and this will give her the power to see it accomplished - but she's giving up something too.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Skyping with Julie, who turns out to live only an hour or two away, and feeling foolish for not reaching out to her before.

A scene involving using a spinning wheel for what both is and isn't the first time, having Rumpelstiltskin's mental associations but without actually being him in this scene; finding it soothing to watch the wheel spin.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There was this angel who'd taken on physical form to help me, and when we were done I betrayed it, sold it or traded it to this woman. Now I've gone to see her, and I'm seeing what she's done with the angel. It's chained up against a wall, its feet off the ground, and its severed wings on display above its head. When it sees me, it puts its head against the wall and says without looking at me, "You're safe now, brother. I can't be out." By which it means it has no intention of trying to get free of its chains. Now that its wings have been removed, it's fallen; it doesn't want to see what would happen without the chains to impose some restraint.

William, who's now a Christian (though in real life is an Atheist), comes into the living room and sits on the couch beside me, just as we are asking Rachel which of the guys in the photos she fancies. When Rachel tells us which one it is, it just so happens he is a Christian - I joke to Rachel "oh, you're into Christian boys now are you?" and someone tells me to remember that William is a Christian and I should be careful what I say.

Then I'm in space and can see a massive spaceship. The population aboard are starving, so parts of the ship with people in it are being eliminated to allow more food for the survivors. I see cartoon characters floating out of the parts of the ship that are being destroyed.
I am going to be eliminated too, but something saves me and asks if I'm okay with being saved, reminding me I'll have a hangover tomorrow if I am. "Oh I'm sure you don't mind", says the something, whilst opening up a teleporter to teleport me to safety.

I was talking to some guy I shared a building with about whether to shower before going out that day. In my mind's eye I could see myself, dressed to go out in a brown top, ripped jeans, and boots, topped off with some dangly jewelry, but most importantly I could see my hair, clean and styled into soft, voluminous waves coming down just past my shoulders. I concluded no shower was necessary- clearly I was ready for whatever plans we had.

I was in an open building with what looked to be bamboo walls. On the first floor, there were no doors, only doorways, and it was quite small. There was a small, unfurnished living area and a short hallway leading to a public ladies' bathroom, with no stalls. Across from the living space was a wooden staircase I assumed lead to the bedrooms of those who lived here, including my own. Through the two doorways leading outside I could see it was a sunny day, and big, bright green leaves hinted at the foliage that undoubtedly surrounded the building. I was aware that a short walk outside would lead me to a beautiful beach with soft white sand.

A girl was standing near the entrance to the bathroom. She had a heart shaped face and a cheerful demeanor, and though she was wearing a tie-dyed t-shirt and cutoffs, I could see that she had done her makeup and styled her hair into soft little curls. My dream self had some sort of relationship with this girl, and I ran up to embrace her. "Your hair looks beautiful. Who's the cutest thing ever? It's you," is what came out of my mouth when we touched. I like the feeling this gave me - my supposed girlfriend looked so happy, and I think I was too.

I had to use the dreaded stall-less bathroom. Surprisingly, there were at least a dozen girls in there, some showering, many standing around, and a large number on toilets, all socializing. I joined a line of girls on the toilet and was slightly uncomfortable but almost too amused to care. I then noticed a girl I'd met at my college GSA looking at me. I jokingly said, "Hey! Quit watching me poop, you weirdo," to which she just smiled and walked away.

When I finished, I wrapped my robe, somehow now my only piece of clothing, around me and started heading upstairs to get ready to go out, even though I had been ready already. The robe wouldn't tie up properly, so I had to hold it with one hand. Having reached the upstairs, I found myself standing on the very crowded beach. I started walking to the right, parallel to the dark waves. Any people I passed didn't seem to notice me. I had to walk under a few rickety old docks and around a good bit of litter. I passed a seagull picking at some trash, and it took great interest in me, my robe in particular. The next thing I knew, it was attacking. I kept swatting and grabbing at it, but only one hand was free, making it very difficult. It was during this excursion that I was woken up.

I was in school, sitting in classroom with my group. We were waiting for the teacher. He arrived after a while, bald, tall man with moustache, in his late twenties. He told us that we are going to work in a forest. He smiled viciously to me, and told me that I have the hardest work to do. He had good disposition towards me before, and now he betrays me. I went to the cloakroom, and changed my clothes to work uniform. There were three girls sitting on a bench with a sleeping dude. He was drunk, the wine was spoiled all over the floor. They were talking about various drinks. I had mixed felings towards them. We were in friednly terms before, and now I feel only reluctance. I went out of cloakroom, but couldn't find anyone, so I went to the bus stop. After a while the bus came, it was long, two storey with silver paint. I entered it, and sat on the left side. My older sister entered it too, and sat with me. I felt somehow safe, but I never needed her help. We drove to the city between my home and school. In the meantime, girls were doing photos with their phones. They were a bit blurred, but funny. On the photo there was a girl, she was looking like a monkey due to her face exprssion and blur. I went out in my home town, and got a message from friend, that we must met in the city I have passed. I entered another bus, it was old, and a bit dirty. I went out in the city, and received a message that he is in my home town now. I waited for another bus, and got to my home town. It was clody, dark evening. I got another message, he told that we'll meet another day. You can't count on anyone it seems. I went to my home. Mother told me to do something in the attic, and gave me box full of toys and other junk. I went up, and put it all to another box. I went down, and mother told me that we are driving to the city. I went out, entered the white car, and drove to the city.