non-lucid

School

I recall being in school, sitting near a tabl.

Ghost rider

It started as an isometric rpg game. I was working in a shop. I was its owner, and then, I changed into ghost rider, pursuing criminals. It all was looking as 8-bit game.

Argue

I was arguing with my family, about date of buying a machine. We then drove to city, to buy some fast food.

Morning of December 26, 2014. Friday.





This dream was somewhat typical (at first) of the type where there is an ambiguous presence of an unknown character somewhere in the house and who is often primarily ghost-like. Such dreams have occurred over a lifetime. Sometimes the presence turns out to be “real”, sometimes imagination or a reflection of some kind.

My family and I are living in an intercontinental composite that is most like the house on Stadcor Street but is displaced in Cubitis, yet rotated and with the entrance seemingly facing north rather than towards the highway.

Over time, I find interest in the discovery of a previously unknown area between the kitchen wall and back porch where I remove boards and focus on the possibility of discovery. The area within is big enough for about two people to fit. Although not nightmarish, I see someone for a short time, possibly a ghostly presence. It is a younger dark-haired female, but not that clear of an image. I do not know her intent and inform my wife that someone is in the house (without directly mentioning any ghostlike attributes). My wife, however, is preoccupied with a large insect that had gotten into the house from the other side. Oddly, her concern about the presence of an insect having more significance than a home intruder does not trigger any level of lucidity.

Later, I look out to the south area of the side yard. I notice a large, round, solid and rock-like surface that reminds me vaguely of a clock (or perhaps a buried sundial), as it has some sort of symbol set going around the circumference or perhaps English letters. It seems very old and seems to be an important discovery. Previously, there had supposedly only been a thinner layer of grass and dirt hiding it. Although I do not fully dwell on the idea, it is possibly some sort of very large manhole cover at first - though that idea is replaced by the context of it being part of an ancient structure.

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After I focus on it for a short time, it begins to rise up (revealing the rest of its structure previously below the ground) while rotating at the same time until it appears to be a small building (or a model of one) big enough for perhaps six people to stand comfortably inside. It reminds me a little of Apollo’s Oracle at Delphi though it has the roof and a few columns going around to support the roof. It also reminds me very slightly of an older-style saltwater fishing reel on its side (though that is only related to its overall form). Its elevator-like event does not seem related to its actual function in any way but more as a result of my (seemingly absentmindedly) “summoning” it from the ground.

After a short time, I notice several people walking around, approaching from the south; mostly males in the clothing of ancient Greece. Some of them seem alive and some seem like ghosts due to the fact that they sometimes walk through each other (without the one they are walking through noticing at all), or perhaps they are all ghosts at different levels of phasing. None of them go directly near or into the small building. They do not seem to have a purposeful destination as, although they are mostly walking towards my house, they walk in a somewhat meandering manner. I do not know their intent but I do not feel threatened; just slightly curious. However, the dream soon loses cohesion after this.

This is my fourth night of remembering dreams in a row! hip hip hooray
-I wrote in my daily Waking Journal last night. I don't know if that's what's helping me or if I'm just naturally getting better at recalling dreams.

I was in a gay relationship with an old friend, S. We only went out once and I don't think we ever kissed or anything. Before that, I told AP I was gay and she was very accepting. But I wasn't actually gay, I was just pretending to be in a relationship with this girl because I couldn't find the right guy. S was actually really nice and I think she really liked me.

It had been quite awhile since we first went out and I hadn't really talked to her since. I felt kind of bad about that. We both had these mini journals that we would write in. I found a pencil in my closet that looked like it was from kindergarten. But then I looked at the date and it said 1998 and I thought no, I was older than that back then(but now that I think about it, I was actually 6 years old back then, kindergarten age). Anyways, I sneaked a peek at S;s journal and it mentioned how she was feeling lonely, probably because I wasn't talking to her. So I took the pencil and wrote something in my journal, like that I did care about her, and drew flowers by it.

Sometime in between this dream, I was with my sister and it was Christmas Day(it IS Christmas Day!) in the morning. The parents had gone for a bike ride and we were waiting to open presents so we went to Starbucks. It was an outdoor Starbucks and it was very crowded. While waiting in line, Steph said she was going to get a chocolate frapp with double chocolate syrup and whip cream(or something like that). She told me that she ordered a book on ebay with all the secret Starbucks recipes you could order.

Then it went back to the S dream. I was meeting S for a date and I have my drink in hand, which was some kind of frapp. We were walking towards each other on each side of these benches that had overgrown grass and flowers by them. It was kind of a pretty scene. I woke up before I could sit down.

I woke up with the song "Holland Road" by Mumford and Sons playing in my head. The "ahh ahh ah ahhh... if you believe in me I'll still believe" part was playing.

Merry Christmas!

I had a very odd dream about Marcus, a persistent DC who I haven't seen in awhile. He told me that he had been practicing martial arts and wanted to spar with me to test his ability.

We were fighting in what felt like a mix between a school and an office building. And we were on a very high floor as well. I don't recall the setting all that well, but I do recall seeing Marcus very clearly. His head looked a little too big for his body though. He was fighting pretty well, but he was doing so in business attire, and that was a little weird. The whole thing was pretty weird now that I think about it, a 50-something man who had shown no athletic ability prior to now was demonstrating proficiency in martial arts.

I can recall he threw a lot of kicks, and I was having a hard time keeping up with him and blocking/dodging all of his attacks. He kept asking me if he was fighting correctly. I told him that it was taking all of my concentration to keep up with him.

The scene shifted to my taekwondo studio at one point or another.

I found myself place in the garage with the lights off, trying to get the music on there to work properly. However it wouldn't work. then out of no where the lights turn on by themselves and I began to get this strange feeling like I was not the only one in the garage. Then the chair started flashing frequently, while I began to feel weightless. The sensation got stronger till I was beginning to float up from the ground and felt as if there was some force. That's when I became lucid due to the circumstances and realize I was floating.

I had some degree of control over it now and made myself stay in mid air. I then roared similar to dragon ball z to see the extent of how much control I had over it. I could hear my screaming echo from the house in till I lost the force that was holding me up and quickly drop to the floor. Hitting my head first knock the poor amount of lucidity I had. I then got up and tried to make the music come on again, to where it finally work. Not long after that I have an FA. Lucidity Time: 6 seconds.

Wrong Guide

I was with my nephew and another small child in my room. They were a lot smaller in the dream though. As I was trying to get the video game started I looked back at the kids and saw the other kid was on top of my nephew. I told him he was squishing my nephew and moved him. My nephew was trying to breathe when suddenly my nephews head fell off.

I knew that this couldn't really be happening after that happened. There wasn't even blood. It just looked like a dolls head rolling off it's body. It than reappeared in my room that was now very small. My dad was nearby talking to someone and just for fun I told him that we were in a dream. He was like "Oh, than that would mean were sharing a dream. That's nice." I went to sit on my bed when suddenly I was flipped over and couldn't move on my bed. All I saw was the ceiling.

I heard a deep voice near me of a guy asking "do you remember who I'am? Do you recognize my voice?" I told him it sounded familiar but I can't remember who he was. I tried so hard to look and saw a tall girl and a tall guy.I didn't know what they wanted but I broke loose and ran out the room. I appeared to be in another house now and there was a small child who was drawing.I don't remember if I drew with him/her but I left the room afterwards.

I felt like my goal was to look for Dawn so i was going to look for him. When I ran and jumped on the window sill a little boy came out of a room behind me and held out a coloring pencil and papers with writing on them.I took it than started calling for Dawn. But I lost my voice after trying to call him too loudly. I waited than ask a girl that came in if she could call for Dawn for me. She didn't seem interested so I ran and jumped through the window. I was now in a suburban type of area that was different from where I live.

I ran to look for Dawn but I flew to the top of apart of the building and got stuck to it. I wasn't going to give up so I broke free and started looking around outside a huge grey church building. I saw lots of guys in suits around but no Dawn. I was dissapointed at my searching skills.The dream scene changed after that and I was now in a table with my family. I was eating soup with them when I noticed something black coming out of the soup." Dad...What's this black thing in my soup?" I asked him." Oh, I must have let my watch slip in there." I kept eating the soup until I found another watch but silver and smaller in the soup.

"Dad!How do you drop in two of your watches in my soup by mistake!?"I asked him. 'Wait...What's this?" I said pointing to something in the soup. ' Looks like some of my hair got in the soup" my dad said to me. I was ready to throw up. The scene changed again and I was now eating at a different table. I felt like Dawn was near me but he wasn't paying attention to me. On my plate was raw meat and white flower. I was eating it but in a disgusted way. I had a feeling that I wanted to run away from this place. Than I woke up.
My original goal was to find Kiro. But I forgot. Maybe the guy with the deep voice was kiro. : P

The Huge Pool

I was inside my house and my dad asked me if I wanted to go to family dollar with him. I said yeah and soon we walked into a store. I was looking at chocolate cookies that looked like bears. I wanted to eat them so badly. But I decided to go look for my dad instead of getting the cookies. As I was walking a lady with a cart almost bumped into me. Stuff fell down from its place but I didn't feel like picking it up.

My dad eventually found me and told me to wait for him at the door spot. As I waited I saw a lady opening a door for a girl in a wheel chair. When the door was opened I could see a huge pool and a huge,wide slide where water came down and people could slide from it into the pool. My cousin was swimming in it and I asked her how she could swim in a pool during winter. She said that the water was warm enough to be in it.

I felt a cool breeze pass by, than put my hand in the water. It felt like underneath there was a heating system that kept the water hot/warm. I layed down in the water and started to relax. I noticed I was wearing a swimsuit now but my top part was off. I was confused at when this happened but just lay in the water slowly falling asleep.

After relaxing a bit I walked away, with different clothes on, and saw a boy jump from a high place. He landed flat on his face. I thought about how stupid it was that the boy did that and told him he shouldn't be doing that. But he ignored me than ran away. I kept walking and stopped in front of two shirtless guys sitting down and asked them what they thought about kids jumping from high places. I don't think they cared about it though.

I asked how old they were and one of them said 15. I stared at them and noticed that they looked like real people with anime kind of stuff and hair. Than all of a sudden the lights went off and all i saw glowing was the guys face staring at me.Than i felt someone jump on my back and start writing on the back of my neck. The guy got away from me but i chased him around the corner and grabbed the guy. Behind me there was another guy who appeared to be a teacher. He was being jumped by a couple of guys and told them he didn't know for sure if there was a secret hidden within one of the math problems on the test.

House Invasion

I was in my house waiting for my sister to come inside the house. She came in and told me to babysit my nephew since she had to go somewhere. I said okay and was watching my nephew play and run around the house. But as i was following my nephew I noticed the house was slowly becoming different.

I didn't want to stay in the house anymore. I felt like someone or something scary would pop up. When i was walking around I saw a girl near a sink and thought she looked a bit creepy.I don't remember how but at some point I ended up inside a park with my nephew. We were walking around the place and I stumbled upon the actor Jaleel White. Except he was holding a cane for some reason and looked older.

He followed my nephew and I in the park as we walked. While we walked i started singing a song from tarzan called "you'll be in my heart" than asked him if he knew it. He said yeah and someone in the background started to sing too. After that Jaleel started talking about how he did something terrible. He said that he raped a girl once and felt terrible for what he did. There was a screen around of a anime girl running away from him too. I thought this was weird and didn't comment about it.

I decided to walk back and found packs of gums on the ground of different flavors. I stuffed the strawberry and melon flavors into my mouth and chewed it happily. Than I followed my nephew who was still around back into my house. In the house everything seemed normal until the house started changing like it was a transforming house. Lots of dream characters burst through the door saying it was their territory now.

I grabbed my nephew and ran downstairs with him. When we were walking past the bathroom someone called to me. I walked up to the invisible person and I think we followed him.The house was still changing and according to a dream character that walked up to me whoever got to the last top floor of the house that was now somewhat a apartment building would win the place back.The dream character gave me a pencil and piece of paper and told me to write the secret word that would get me to the top.(Forgot the word)

I tried writing it but the letters seemed to change form. After struggling I managed to write it but nothing much happened. The house only changed a little bit and didn't take me to the very top.So I gave up, flew on a small platform and tried doing a hand stand on it. But than I got bored and jumped off it. Under me I could see Japanese emoticons on a screen. On the wall behind me was a HD T.V showing a little girl's toy commercial about glittery clay dolls that could move. It seemed stupid to me. Woke up after that.

Harry Potter dream. I am in some sort of dining hall with friends. All of a sudden, Death Eaters appear at the dinner. A black pair of tennis shoes, somehow symbolic, appear first, and then Death Eaters begin showing up. A lot of negotiations are going on. I finally decide that there has been enough talk. I signal to one of our guys to attack.

He releases a spell and zaps a Death Eater's toe. Someone else zaps back, and slowly the entire dining hall descends into chaos. I cast a protective spell on myself and hunker down to hide. One of my friends in the dream (don't know her in WL) is distraught, and says that now she will have to find another job. I tell her that the Death Eaters would have just turned on us anyway.

Afterwards, my friend is trying to gather components for a spell, but needs to call someone to get a special ingredient. I spend the rest of the dream trying to figure out how to make a collect call in my state. I finally wake up.

Morning of December 25, 2014. Thursday.



This was a typical “one animal becomes another” dream (which is possibly one of the oldest dream types in my memory - going back to my toddler years) and it was fairly short and uneventful. However, there were other sections which were not very clear or well-rendered.

In the first part of my dream, it is established that we are “still” living on Duffy Street. I am only vaguely aware of the holiday season. I believe we seem to have some sort of business of selling or giving away pets.

I go into an area of the kitchen where there is some sort of wooden platform with several small trap doors and which is built into the larger kitchen counter and part of the stove top. Over time, I notice that we have a large collection of Mottled Houdans, a type of exotic chicken (supposedly a French breed, but looking quite similar to certain Polish breeds). There are at least twenty of them if not more. They are probably about three-fourths their final adult size.

After a time, I realize that we actually have black and white cats, not Mottled Houdans (this may be based on absentminded in-dream questioning of why there would be chickens inside the apartment). I am not that coherent at any point. I think we are going to try to sell some. At any rate, I am aware that both cats and chickens “roost” in higher locations, just sort of standing there. We have more (younger) animals in another room in cardboard boxes under the bed, but I am not fully clear on anything or whether they are cats, chickens, or something else (such as Guinea pigs).

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Morning of December 25, 2014. Thursday.



I “wake” within my dream (while still in bed) and the television is on. I am only vaguely aware that it is Christmas morning.

I am not that annoyed by the television being on (at least at first), but I do not think anyone is watching it. After a time, I see it is some sort of “important” news report or bulletin. It turns out to be my mother-in-law and her youngest daughter. They are showing their Christmas gifts on live television for some reason and are standing in a public area outside somewhere (not sure of location). During the broadcast, though, one of their Christmas gifts, a parrot, dies as the daughter is speaking and holding it. She becomes only slightly upset, and the broadcast keeps going on about them and their experiences. I get the impression that the other parrot will also die on live television. In fact, it “feels” as if the parrots have met their fate simply by being given to these people though possibly it is also relative to the special news bulletin itself.

I am not all that surprised as they continue to talk and lie about their experiences and how the news broadcasts it…and to continue to relate false information about other people in the region.

This is based on reality. There have been several known occasions where entirely false stories and details were published in the mainstream news relative to these people, which is why I have a tendency to believe little of what is reported in the media. The parrot symbolism on one level, may be related to mainstream news itself and the fact that they will quote and print anything these days whether or not it has any connection to real events. For example, there was a news story about a man whose daughter was killed locally and my mother-in-law (and her youngest daughter) met him at the airport; the newspaper printing her false statement that she had lost a daughter in the same way (as she was there to meet him and give him flowers and pretended to understand his situation). Another news story was completely false and related to an adult daughter (Judy) “running away from home”, when in fact it was attempted escape from her abuse.

Still, the native meaning of this dream relates to the waking transition as most final dream segments do. A dying parrot certainly qualifies as a “failed flight” waking transition. Television is the “downsizing” of the dream state (and the “distancing” of the dream self from the energies of the dream state). A parrot represents a form of the dreamer, on more than one level. It flies (dreaming is “flying”). It also mimics speech as analogous to the dream self not being as skilled in communication as the whole conscious self.

Thursday 12.25.14

DR from Wednesday

Woke up to a random skype boop at 3:30am and remembered these dreams:

1.
We are skyping with Ophelia. Then I'm at her place. Her son is at the front door waiting to be let in. Bf is walking towards the bedroom to take a nap. Ophelia is in the kitchen getting ready to go shopping.

2.
I'm standing on some kind of a long berm. On the left side there are some single story, village type houses. Instead of the yard, they are surrounded by clear water lakes or lagoons. I can clearly see to the bottom, where there is a lots of fallen leaves, tree roots and such. I want to swim in that so bad.

There is a large trash container on the berm. It's one of those they give to apartment buildings. Big metal thing. It starts to roll. It's heading to the end of the berm, which ends in a clif over seaside resort's beach and people on it.

A truck catches up with the trashcontainer and nudges it to the left. Container rolls down the berm into that clear water.

3.
I'm screaming my head off calling my dad. Same as I used to when I woke up from a nightmare as a child. I'm screaming, but quietly.

All I remember in this dream is a tiny fragment that had Justin, Alex and Max Russo from Wizards of Waverly Place. I might have been one of them in the dream.

Edit: I just remembered another part of the dream. I was at the mall I usually go to, and we went to Starbucks. Also, some time after or before that part I was at home and my mom wouldn't let me go to a sleepover because she was too stressed. I got sad and mad and told her she wouldn't let me go to the last one either, and just because there's so much going on it doesn't mean that I shouldn't have fun with my friends. (I'm home schooled so I don't see my friends every day.)

I was in my school. First I was at maths lesson, and then I went to forestry lesson. Teacher told me that there is important job to do, and I was chosen to do it. He told me to go to the warehouses behind the school building. Other workers would tell me what to do then. When I was going there, I saw that other students also had to go to the warehouses.

*I recall only brief moments of two more dreams.*

LUCID DREAM # 9 - SECOND WILD SUCCESS

December 25, 2014: Megavitamin, 5-HTP, 8mg Galantamine + 500mg Choline: WILD #2: I am at a desk in an office or a classroom type setting. There is a dream character, an overweight, middle-aged caucasian man in a dark sweater sitting in a chair at the left corner of my desk facing to my right as I face him from my chair behind the desk. He seems not particularly intelligent and is essentially non-responsive when I try and engage him in conversation. He ignores me even when I throw a pencil at him and hit him in the chest. I direct my attention further into the room. There is a woman who looks like a teacher. She is standing to the left of a large, square “blackboard” which is really an LCD television. She holds a wood pointer in her right hand, but the screen, although illuminated, is blank. I wake. One of my shortest and least eventful LD's ever.

December 25, 2014: Non-Lucid: I am in the operating room with L. C. I am on the assistant’s side of the table. The disinterested surgeon is sitting in a chair in the room as we obtain hemostasis in anticipation of closing the mammoth chest (the size of an oil tank!) of the patient. There are lap pads stuffed everywhere inside the patient, maybe 20 - 30 or more. There are numerous arterial and venous bleeders on the chest wall, and the surgeon does not want us to use Weck clips on them. Despite this, upon discussion with L., I start applying Weck clips to some medium and large venous bleeders and one weak arterial bleeder by picking them up with a forceps. One of the exposed veins I pick up is very long, about 3 cm, white and sclerotic in appearance. I advise the circulating nurse that there are a shit-ton of laps in the patient, so she had better start counting early. I wake.

3rd night in a row remembering my dreams! I'm on a roll!
wrote in waking journal & drank apple juice last night

-I was in math class. Danielle missed the first days of class so she wanted me to teach her. I was trying to learn up to chapter 3 in the math book.
-I saw two famous youtubers outside the library. Also saw an old man, not dressed for winter, rollerblading on the path even though there was snow on the ground.

It was Christmas Eve(it is Christmas Eve!). My mom wanted me to go to the store to get frosting for some reason. So I went to Pick N Save and picked up some vanilla frosting. When I got to the checkout, the checkout lady acted like I was applying for a job there and told me I would have to take a quiz and have good social skills. She was wearing a Winter Park t-shirt and I was wondering why since we were in my hometown, not up north. A man dressed in all black came up to me and said he wanted to come over. I'd never met him before and I just wanted to get away from him. I told him we were having family over for dinner at 6(also true in RL). It was currently 5:30. My mom showed up and it seemed like she didn't mind him coming over, although he ended up not following us home. Now it was my mom, Aunt MJ, grandma, and some other people and they were all walking home from the store. We were going the wrong way. "Where are we going?" I asked. A few of them just raised their hand in the air instead of answering me. I thought that was rude. I asked again, annoyed. My mom told me we were going a different way that was less slippery for grandma. OKay then.

Then I appeared on a small wooden boat. Someone there was telling me to play violin, even though I've never played before. I began setting it up and my friends appeared(Allie P. and someone else). We all started rocking the boat and it wouuld flip over and then flip back. One time it flipped over and we were all trapped underwater, but we were all still laughing and having fun. But this time the boat didn't flip back over and instead started sinking. We made it to the surface. I tried to swim back down to get my purse but it sank down too deep.

I woke up with the some "Weaknesses" By Blue October playing in my head.

I was in a place jeep station of sort. I rode the jeep to go somewhere. There were other options/directions. I arrived in a different area with stores/shops. Someone suggested to me not to rent a store on the second floor because the location isn't good. I was on the ground floor with other people. Atheists? We were waiting for the store on the second floor to open. Or rather, the wood staircase was taken down because they were still closed.

NOTES:

- Only had around 5 hours of sleep
- I've been waking up around 15 minutes before the alarm the last few days.