non-lucid

I remembered my goal was to meet Jack Skellington (one of my lucid dares. Now, I haven't seen Nightmare before Christmas in a long time, and I can't really remember the story, though I think it has to do with different worlds assigned to each holiday. But I know who Jack is, and what he looks like, sounds like etc.)

I recall a game of dodgeball being played in the park in my hometown. Though it was some modified rules to the game that made the game more interesting allowing... well just about anything.

Both teams took full advantage of this. We had a giant ball, easily 20 feet in diameter provided by our team captain. The plan was that we would roll to their side hopefully taking out most of their players. The enemy team two or three of these little tanks with flamethrowers on them that drove to our side of the field and set our players on fire.

At some point, we formally lost the game, though the tanks were still killing off our players. They started pushing the giant ball back as well, they were going to use it as a weapon to finish us off. Also, apparently losing in this brand of dodgeball made you a wanted criminal if you lost, and everyone wanted to kill you.

K appeared and she led me off the field. We went to the bakery in town and got in line. It was at this point that I realized I was very cold. I then realized that I was only wearing a sweater and a pair of briefs. Both of these garments were soaking wet and covered in mud.

K stated that there was some rule in the game that eating doughnuts gave you points, and that if the two of us ate enough doughnuts we could beat out the other team and be declared the winner. She ordered a dozen doughnuts and sat down and started eating them.

It was at this point that I recognized that as a dream sign, someone eating a lot. I then realized that I haven't worn briefs in years, and the general absurdity of the situation, so this had to be a lucid dream.

I made my way out of the bakery. I looked up and looked down, hoping to manifest a new outfit. Yeah, a black shirt and baggy brown pants. Clean and dry too. Much better. I made my way into the back of the bakery, laying down some stabilization as I went.

I found myself in this building. The whole thing was laid out hexagonally and made out of dark brown bricks. As I made my way around, I couldn't help but think that this place was familiar. Yeah, it was. I eventually found myself in this huge atrium room and realized that the building felt very familiar.

"Yeah, I have been here before! It's so nice to have a recurring location happen in a dream!"

Though upon waking the brown building is completely unfamiliar. I wonder if it was some memory that was only accessed during a dream. Or perhaps just faulty logic.

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At some point I found myself on a city street. I remember all of these people (male and female) parading down the street in silver morph suits. I saw a club and thought that manifesting a sex dream would be fun.

"No, I will do that the next time."

I thought about my lucid dares. The easier one; meet Jack Skellington. I decided that I would carry out this goal.

"I am going to meet Jack Skellington right now!"

I got teleported to the side of a mountain. It was nighttime, but there was a huge full moon providing enough illumination for me to see. I am on a winding dirt road that heads up the mountain. It is a warm summer night. I can make out other mountains and the sea nearby.

A warm wind blows. I start looking for him. For a moment I thought I could make out a skeleton against the backdrop of the sky, but then, a skeleton popped out, no more than three feet tall with a round and rather disproportionate head. It wasn't a perfect circle like Jack Skellingtons, but it was simply two rounded shapes stuck together to vaguely give the idea of a skull. The eyes were small and offset to the side of the head, and the mouth looked just like his character does in the movie. And all that was on a perfectly normal anatomical skeleton body.



When he jumped out at me, I grabbed him by the ribcage just below the neck. We both screamed for a second. I very nearly sent a force wave to blast the guy back, but luckily I didn't.

"Gotta watch out, the last thing that tried to scare me in a dream ended up being turned into a kitten." (That wasn't the last nightmare I had, but it did happen.)

"Sorry!" Jack Skellington had a deep, gargly voice, like the new batman. Though it was very comedic to hear as well.

"So, are you Jack Skellington?"

"Yeah! Whatta you want?!"

"I don't know... to be honest I only planned on getting this far... er... um... so what's it like being dead?"

"I can't tell you!" He said that really fast, as if he had gotten this question a lot. "I can't tell you where and when you will die, either."

We talked for a minute, though I can't really remember what about. As we were talking, I couldn't help but think that he was actually rather cute. Though I guess he wanted to create the image that he was scary. Eventually I doubled back and wanted to see if I could get anything interesting out of him. The dream scene changed to my home backyard.

"So... where and when am I going to die?"

"I said I CAN'T TELL YOU!"

He stormed off. It was funny to watch him sulk as he walked up the stone stairs on the side of our house.

I realized that I really did want to get an answer to that question out of a lucid dream. I began looking for another DC who might be able to tell me. I got the dream ending feeling and woke up.

Not bad... not bad at all...

I was in my home. I had a tropical bug as a pet. The only problem was that it could kill a human with one bite. It had highly dangerous neurotoxin. It was kept in secure place, but somehow it escaped. With my younger sister we were trying to find it. It made lots of nests in my room, but most of them were empty. Finally, we have found him lying in my bed, under the pillow, waiting for me to fall asleep.

Morning of January 2, 2015. Friday.



I am in America during the Christmas holidays, in the backyard of the Loomis Street house (where I have not been in real life since February 1994). I am not aware that Christmas is over, as my dream self perceives the date as December 24th instead of January 2nd.

I have a metallic container made of aluminum, which is like a small loaf pan or bread pan. It is shallower, perhaps half the height of a typical loaf pan, but also longer. There is no recalled backstory, but for some reason I believe I can make smaller Christmas cakes with some sort of technological process that is integrated into the movements of my physical body. There are some unknown people around at times.

I put some sand and dirt from the yard into the loaf pan. It is about one-fourth full at one point. After this, I draw, with my index finger, a one-byte binary sequence across the surface from left to right, which I think is 01010100 (which is 84 decimal, which represents a capital “T”). (It is possible that there is a play on “one byte” vs. “one bite”.) However, I contemplate, with a sort of wariness, that this may not be the right code to make Christmas cakes with. It does not bother me that much, though. To activate the creation of the cake, I move my right hand, mainly my index and middle fingers, from right to left, over the pan while holding it in my left hand. This seems to be a normal way to activate codes, similar to pressing the “Enter” key on a computer keyboard, metaphorically a sort of “sweeping back”, also similar to pushing the carriage return on a manual typewriter.

My finger movements seem to create at least four miniature cakes of which three other people seem to want and so I let them cheerfully take them. I eat the one that is left and it tastes a bit grainy and somewhat metallic and sour. I then consider that the code was wrong and that I have eaten poisonous minerals, but, even though I am not lucid, it does not bother me at all. I still somehow know that I am not in the real world even though I do not suspect I am dreaming. (This is instinctual dreaming.) I know I will not die or even get ill from the highly toxic minerals.

I fill the pan with dirt and sand from the ground again. This time I draw, with my index finger, what seems to be 00010110. This would be 22 in decimal, which, as well as being the Master Number of Zsuzsanna and I, representing “V” (the 22nd letter, which is the bottom half of the heart symbol which twenty-two also creates when one two is mirrored to the other) and nearly endless layered connections, also coincidentally relates to “synchronous idle” in ASCII, which “coincidentally” goes back to being “^V” in caret notation.

I repeat my “code activation” with my index and middle fingers moving back over the top of the pan from right to left (the direction utilized with dream state reinduction).

This time, the cakes look and seem a little more edible, but I am still not certain if they are perfect. Still, people remain happy to take them and no one had gotten ill by that point. Mine does taste a bit better than the previous, sweeter and more like actual cake.

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On the first day of New Years my Dream Guide gave to me: 1 dream, 2 dream fragments, 4 False Awakenings, 2 short lucids, and a partrige in a pear tree. (Just kidding about the last one).

I hardly EVER have false awakenings. This is probably only about my 3rd time having them in all my time practicing lucid dreaming(which is about 7 years). I would always browse the forums and wonder why there were so many threads related to that. Well now I know..

I was with my sister and we were in the car listening to music on my laptop. We got to a store and I left my laptop in the car with the music still playing and the windows down(What a stupid thing to do) and I didn't lock the car. Then we went inside the store and a few minutes later I realized that I probably should have locked the car. So I went back out side, and sure enough the car is gone. I get out my phone and call 911. I was actually kind of happy that it got stolen because my car is a piece of crap and so is my laptop and I wanted to get a new one.

-fragment about getting Aubrey for secret santa and trying to figure out what to get her

-fragment about getting a galaxy bath bomb for christmas and being very happy about it


-False awakening in which my mom was by my bed telling me something

-False awakening where there was an officer at my bed and I thought he was probably there to talk about my stolen car(from previous dream) but it was super fuzzy, then I "woke up"

-I had another false awakening and I knew I was dreaming because everything was fuzzy. I looked at my hands to stabilize and then got out of bed and walked down the hallway, but everything became so fuzzy that I couldn't see.

-So I "woke up" AGAIN and it didn't feel like real life so I looked at my hands, and sure enough I was still dreaming. This time I could see clearly. I got out of bed again and walked to my living room. It was like somebody had turned the saturation up because everything was so colorful and sharp. I was going to try my goal of flying to space but instead was like, "fuck it, I'm going to have sex."(which I've never done lucid). So I went outside and looked for a guy. There were so many women walking down the street. One of them was dressed like Snooki and was wearing pants and a purple bra and had huge boobs. Finally, I saw a man. He was really good looking. He started walking towards me and he began to take his shirt off but then I woke up.

I was in school. The classroom was old. I was sitting in the front of classroom. We were talking about a boy who died on a heart attack here. There was a girl who can sense his presence in the classroom. I looked all over the classroom, searching for any abnormalities. I took my glasses off, and in the blur, I saw a transparent shape moving all around. When I went out of school, I met that girl and talked with her about that. We decided to find any clues about that boy. We found that he couldn't pass the exams a few times, and spent twenty years trying to finish them, and that he had a descendant. We decided to find this child. Once when walking through a park, we were possessed by unknown forces. I saw myself and the girl from the third person perspective. Yellow light emanated from our eyes. We were aggressive towards everyone in sight. When it was over, we have found out that the ghost cursed us, and we were in grudge with the lords of the underworld. Next we have found the ghost's descendant in the poorest section of town. The man must have died recently, since the child is only a few months old. Another day in school, we were possessed again. Everything went black. When my vision returned, I found myself lying on the ground in front of my house.

Morning of January 1, 2015. Thursday.

Dream #: 17,545-02. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec.



I am in the Cubitis house in the morning. The living room is about four times bigger. The bedroom my father built into the carport is also about four times larger.

I am aware of noise and music from an unknown source (from the northwest). After about twenty minutes, our oldest son’s martial arts class, as it was when he was younger, enters the house through the front door. It is disco music I do not recognize at first. The intrusion and noise annoy me. (I do not question why my son is younger or why the martial arts class will be in the new north bedroom. It does not occur to me that my son had never been to America). I am standing near what would be the eastern wall, near the windows, looking west into the expanse of the living room. It has a slightly shiny and partly reflective floor. (In reality, the house had brown floor tiles in every room, speckled with different colorful patterns on each tile).

The real-life instructor asks me if I mind the music they are using today, some of which is The Village People. Even though I find it irritating, I say, “I can take it or leave it this morning,” so as not to cause an argument (especially as he seems very cheerful and kind). He seems to appreciate my honesty and willingness to allow the class to continue, and they go into the carport addition, all dressed in white martial arts uniforms.

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Question and answers:

Why the martial arts teacher? He is this dream’s vestibular modulation personification, an association with the emerging (preconscious) awareness required to wake and become active with discernible physicality and coordination.

Why the martial arts class in the bedroom? It is because I am sleeping in a bedroom at the time. This dream is nothing more than a typical wake-up call precursory to correlating with real physicality upon waking. I consider the martial arts class (and music) as “intrusive” only because I desire (liminally) to sleep a little longer.

Why is it in the wrong bedroom? It is so I do not mistake my dream for real life. My son is younger for the same reason. I remain in the living room without the process of wall mediation (entering the bedroom).

This type of dream is not much different from a bathroom wake-up call dream, when a bathroom is inaccessible or “wrong” to eventually produce the realization of the need to wake and answer nature’s call.

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I kept transferring trains, going somewhere.

I was in a building. Or going inside a building. We're going to the 50th floor. There was sort of entrance or block in a nearby building.

I was on the street. Taft? Aurora? Daytime. I was talking to a guy about school or going back to school. La Salle. I thought about transferring.

Was arguing with my mother about some money that my auntie gave me to save for what ever i needed . In real life i already spent some of that money on some stuff i didn't really need and felt a little bed . So my mom was asking me what i spent the money on and i refused to tell her since it was stupid stuff i spent it on and she would only get mad . My mom never ever asks me what i do with my money . Than she told me that if i would show her that i have all the money that my auntie gave me , she would double it not bad right . But since i knew i spend some of the money my auntie gave me i did not want to do that . Now that i woke up and thing about it , my mother knows my auntie gave me money but she never knew how much , so if i was lucid enough i could have said "yes here is the $20 or $50 or $2000 from my auntie ) and i would not be afraid of lying or .

Morning of December 31, 2014. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,544-02. Reading Time: 1 min 46 sec.



While contemplating going to sleep (in our bed in our present home) to enter a vivid dream while maintaining conscious awareness, I am unaware that I am already asleep and dreaming.

A city council tractor mower is going over the grassy wayside near the west side of our house without seeming to complete the task. I sit on our bed facing the lounge room, wondering when this noise will stop so that I can sleep and dream. (There is no loud noise in my real environment at the time.)

Our lounge room has the fictitious feature (not perceived as erroneous by my dream self) of a reverse bay window, that is, it extends inward rather than outward. One of its windows faces me though at an angle.

I perceive that the council mower is getting closer to the west side of our house. The directional orientation of the sound is extraordinarily realistic.

The unfamiliar male face of the driver of the tractor mower appears in the fictitious window that faces me. His visage is dramatically exaggerated hostility. He is somehow driving the tractor mower so close to our house that he can look through the window and remain there. The situation makes no sense, as he is also supposedly still driving the tractor mower back and forth at the same time he is at the window, but this impossibility does not trigger recognition that I am dreaming. (Obviously, his face could not be close to the window if he was sitting on a tractor mower.)

I get up and go to the window and place my hand against the screen. My fingers push through the window screen, bending it outward as if it was soft. The tips of my fingers go into the face, dissolving it. Eventually, there is nothing there. (I neither see nor hear a tractor mower, either). I do not possess a functioning dream state awareness, yet I have no qualms about eliminating this entity.

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Crucial background information: Before this dream, I was in an activity about discernment of this process by moving my hand forward to determine if I was dreaming. In testing an image in front of me, if my hand touched my solid CRT computer screen, it would indicate that I was awake. In contrast, a malleable texture would verify that I was dreaming.

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Caution: I rarely practice reality checks because they corrupt reticular activating system functionality, an important biological factor of sleep-wake transitions.

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NON LUCID
*My girlfriend was doing something as I watched her thinking about beautiful she was.

*I was eating these strange chips along with an orange.

I had some dream involving a green alien female Jedi fighting Count Dooku in a debris field. It felt like they were in a cave or underground. She had a green lightsaber and crap fighting skills. But that didn't matter, she was able to regenerate. Dooku continually severed her limbs, decapitated her and stabbed her through the chest but she had a wolverine-like healing factor.


Some dream where I wound up driving to my cousin's house. There was some overly complicated plan my family was undergoing to go on vacation and I was involved somehow. I think it was meant to be some kind of anxiety dream but it never really amounted to anything interesting.


A dream involving S, A and C. This was a couple of years in the future, or at least what my brain assumed our futures would be like. A owned a nightclub, C was working for an environmental activist group, and I was a successful grad student in art school. S was the only one who hadn't met with success and had taken up petty thievery as a means to get by.

S had us all meet at A's nightclub. H was there as the DJ. We all sat in the corner and started talking. S stated that he wanted all of us to pull of a criminal heist together. Our target was a large diamond being held (get this) at the police station.

I, luckily had the role of the getaway driver. I was sitting in the parking lot and H had hacked the security cameras allowing me to see the Heist in progress. S and A got captured right after they managed to get the diamond. C nearly got away but was caught when she tried to exit through the fire escape of the building.

It was at this point I realized that we should bail out. I stepped on the gas, but the police seemed really intent on capturing us. I saw a couple of military APCs block the road and I got out and surrendered.

Two male agents came and pinned me down. H ran into the woods and likely got away.

The agents had me laying on my back and were pointing assault rifles at me. (Man I could have used some lucidity right about here.) I then realized that they had no proof that I was connected to the crime. All I had been doing was sitting in the van in the parking lot and unless they could find proof that I was off the hook.

Somehow they said that I was right and there was no proof that I had done anything wrong, other than hack the security cameras. They said that I was in the least amount of trouble of anyone here, and at the worst was only going to have to pay a fine. Also, they implied that S, A and C had been badly injured.

Meeting with family

I went out of my aunts home. I could easily spot each member of my family. They were talking and laughing. Younger members were playing volleyball. I tried to find a good spot, and I saw a bench. In some places it was hidden behind some pillars. I sat behind one of those pillars, and felt better. I heard my family talking about going to church somewhere in a city.

*Mother told me that while I was sleeping, my aunt with her daughter drove to the hospital with a woman. Their car broke near my house, so father helped them repair the car. After repairing they were sitting in our kitchen, and talking about mass for my dead uncle. I must've heard them from my room, and it incubated the dream.*

Donating my blood

I was in my kitchen. There was a weird device for donating blood. You had to take needle and stab yourself in the tongue. Machine then would suck your blood from artery placed there. My mother told me to use it, and that it's for helping the hospital.

The school play

With my younger sister we were chosen to participate in a school play. It was recreation of story from Hobbit book. I went to the room where other actors were preparing. It was a room full of weapon replicas and training dummies. We had to train for the battle scenes. I was searching for a long sword, but couldn't find any.

I found myself in my 4th grade classroom and everyone task in it were to pick up as many chocolates as possible. I manage to find a couple of good ones on a tree bark and place them in my hoodie. I then ate one that was crumbled up and was soon stop by a student. The student wanted to show me the pan of fried caramel he had. A few students including myself back up from the student holding the frying pan. I decided to place one of my fingers on to it and quickly I took it off. I then walk over to my assign seat. I notice the kids I was seating next to were having their hands to their bags waiting for the bell to go off.

I try to pack my things quickly and that is when it ranged. All the students got up and ran. I and some others decided to stack up everyone chair before leaving. I am walking in the hallway and drop my light blue pencil. I went to pick it up and notice that I had pass my 4th grade teacher. I turn around to say later, she tells me bye. I kept walking to the end of the hallway toward the double doors, wondering why she chose the word bye. I open the doors and pass a few student which made me drop my black hoodie.

I went over to pick it up and walk toward the bus stop. I began thinking it's odd that I am older and yet still I attend my 4th grade classroom. The scenario for the bus stops made me realize I am dreaming. I began walking over to a broken wooden ledge, with a huge hole to the ground. I pass over to the next wooden ledge and could hear two people arguing somewhere. I would later find out that was the television my father was watching. I enter a wooden cabin and I pick up a long nicely crafted wooden pole. Then I saw a door filled completely in a white light.

I assume this is where all the noise was coming from. I enter in it and had an FA. Lucidity Time: 23 seconds.

I was with two people along with one of my old tech school teachers. We were making our way around my home town, by the train tracks. (A part of my town that I do not frequent.) The other two people in our party were students, acquaintances, but faceless, nameless and not really important to the story.

We were out on an excursion that well, the school wasn't exactly allowing but we were doing anyway. The teacher, (We'll call him Mr. A) was one of those cool teachers always up for these sort of antics. Although I can't remember exactly what we were doing. We were walking along the four of us, talking about art and graphic design. (The tech school I attended focused on these.) So, if we were going to get in trouble with the school, then at the very least, our discussion was on topic.

Somebody mentioned that the sky was getting dark and that we should probably seek shelter in a store or restaurant. Then we heard a crack of thunder and the tornado siren started. I saw a funnel cloud starting to form and everybody ran in panic.

I started running into the towns industrial park. Normally, there is a 12-foot concrete wall around it, but in the dream it had collapsed and been overgrown with weeds and shrubs. This yielded a vast warehouse (not there IWL) I ran inside. Probably not the best choice for a tornado shelter, but it didn't bother me.

I think one of my characters from my comics was in there.

I could see out of a large door, like one for an airplane hangar. A tornado had touched down but it seemed to be going perpendicular to me. Just as I thought I was safe, a mini tornado formed and began cutting through the warehouse starting at the door. Equipment and supplies fell everywhere. It seemed to be a metalworking warehouse of some kind.

For some reason it also had the feel of a children's museum to it. This had some grounds in the fact that the warehouse was used to give tours of the metalworking company and children could walk around and play with modified versions of the machinery.

I ran deeper inside where I came across a steel beam anchored into the foundation with a bunch of white pipes running up the side. I grabbed onto one. The tornado grew closer and to my surprise ripped up the pipes that now seemed to be swinging from a support beam on the ceiling, or were perhaps simply being carried in the wind. I got flung around the warehouse still hanging on. There was a machine, still running with a number of massive metal cogs left exposed. They were spinning alarmingly fast, like saw blades.

The pipe cluster I was hanging onto crashed headlong into the gears and began grinding away, pulling the pipes into the side. I looked down to see that I was high above the floor. And there was a pile of metal rebar. No, I can't jump. The gears ate away at the pipes, my only hold. I remember having to quickly pull my hand away, as it was only about an inch from the gap between the gears. I tried not to picture getting pulled inside and crushed.

As I hung there, moments from death, lucidity hit me like a sack of bricks. The winds stopped and the gears ground to a halt. I floated down onto the concrete floor and looked around at what was no longer a warehouse, but rather a debris field.

I might have tried to manifest Manei or someone, something was about to go down when it ended.

Then my parents came into my room asking me if I wanted dinner.

12/30/14 non-lucid dreams:

*throughout the night I have recurring thoughts of RCs, but don't remember conducting one*

S asks if I've had any dreams. The room is dark. He keeps asking me and I finally snap that I was trying to reenter a dream to become lucid, but he's interrupted me. The dream I'm trying to reenter is me sitting at a table outside (maybe a cafe?) and I walk over to where W (a dog) pooped on the sidewalk and try to melt his poop with invisible energy from my hand. Before accomplishing this I "wake" up to S asking me if I've had any dreams.

Earlier...S and I are driving around looking for Publix. I have a hard time remembering/finding where it is. For some reason I pass up a lot of good parking spaces for one that isn't as good as the others. We are going to pay for things with a giant bag of fertilizer. I get the impression this is vaguely illegal and dangerous. When we get out of the car two men ask if they can have some of the fertilizer and we tell them no. We walk up to a building with our bag and enter. It looks like a shabby mom and pop bookstore, but it's actually a library/museum. There is an audio recording playing of someone talking about history. I tell S we should go. Someone (or is it a something - automaton?) implores me to stay and visit. I end up saying I don't like to listen (meaning I'm bad at absorbing info aurally). We leave and I think we then get groceries at Publix. It's for a Boxing Day party at work (totally don't celebrate this lol!). I see the director as I come out and tell hello and that I'll see her at the work party. She corrects me and says she'll see me ___ (sometime after the party since she won't be here).