non-lucid

Morning of December 24, 2014. Wednesday.



My family and I are living in an unknown location which at one point is similar to the house on Stadcor Street but mirror-imaged, yet later seems to be more like the Loomis Street house in the next segment. There is a part where we had apparently been growing beans near the back porch. There is a concern that not all of them had been used in meals. There are seemingly only a few big pods left, but they seem a bit damaged and “too old” and weathered for usage in a proper meal. However, there is also a clearer thought of soon having a lot more bean plants (of different types) growing in the yard (as they are easy to grow).



At one point, my brother Jim appears. I am aware that he had died (in real life, though I am not fully lucid) yet I still approach him cheerfully. At first though, there is an idea that it may be someone else walking away from our house (though I do not recall any prior scene involving him). He appears to be only in his thirties and seems happy when he turns around to see me. He has several old books on computers as well as at least one book about postage stamps (which is mostly about identifying old and rare stamps, it seems). I talk to him about how much computer technology has changed. However, I say a couple things that are not actually true. I say how hard drives are no longer formatted by the end user, but of course in reality they sometimes still are. I also say how directories (folders) are no longer used, which is also not really true. Intending to look through one of the computer books, I instead find myself looking through the book about stamps and mostly notice images of very old stamps (about three or four larger images per page) that each are of mostly one color and are Iranian in appearance - seemingly from the late 1880s and such, but there are a lot of fictional horizontally rectangular ones, including many with mostly just calligraphy art in simple patterns. The overall detail in this part of my dream is very well-rendered. I still find it interesting how the mind can create such precise imagery without distortion.



At one point near the last section of my dream, it seems there is a medical problem present within my family. I also eventually have similar symptoms of speckles of blood in a few locations on my arms and stomach. It turns out to have been caused by a larger swarm of drain flies (a bit bigger than in reality, but not by much), which come in through an open window through the back of the house (the laundry window, in fact). One gets me on the left arm near my elbow. I am annoyed at this point, but actually feel better about the “explanation” of the earlier in-dream symptoms - which are not really related to an internal problem (or the body’s organs or systems) as was originally worriedly thought. In reality, I have rarely seen this type of fly, and they do not actually bite as far as I know (thus apparently do not cause illness at least according to some sources). Also in reality my in-dream concern likely only relates to heat rash, as this is the hottest part of the year in Australia, though it could also be a typical play on “time flies” and time “down the drain” (relative to how quickly the holidays come and go - though I do not really have present negative associations with holidays).

I was inside a room in our house with my mom. For some reason I had three white pills inside my mouth. I spit it out and asked my mom if it was dangerous to take more than one of the pills I had inside my mouth. She said i was worrying too much about it and that I was fine. When I got out of the room I saw my younger brother in another room. He was supposedly using the bathroom with the door open but said I invaded his privacy.

I turned away and told him I wasn't even looking at him. Than ran upstairs because my older brother started chasing me saying I did something wrong. When I got upstairs into my parents room there were plants all around. I hid somewhere in the room from my brother's sight and he got uninterested and left. I felt good about this and decided to go into the living room.

After that I recall eating dinner with my family. We were eating a poisonous scorpion. By mistake I ate some of the poison and spit the meat out. My mom seemed annoyed with the fact that I made that mistake.

The next thing I recall is going to the kitchen and looking at the living room. My mom came next to me and a guy I thought was Kiro stepped out of a portal in the living room. He said since I couldn't learn the lesson someone like a diety or a goddess would have to teach me and than my mom said it was a good idea. The dream than shifted and it was now the morning. To my right side there was a huge cemetary with white tombstones. I wasn't inside it though and it had a small gate in front of it.

To my left, in front of me and behind me was a huge crowd of people all dressed up in traditional dresses and regular clothing. I felt like it was a huge gathering party or amusement park with rides somewhere. People were laughing and talking happily as they walked to the destination spot.I was running through the crowd but not so fast looking at the cemetery. I felt like the guy I thought was Kiro was invisible but still around so it felt like we were racing each other for fun.

But there came a point when I felt like he was gone. So I went further into the crowd and saw a orange haired girl in a traditional dress. She was telling her friends how beautiful the dress was. The cemetery wasn't to the right now so I went to that part of the crowd.People were getting ready to play a game. There were small cartoon looking pigs around too and one of them kept bumping into me.Also, the place became a big room.

I pushed the pig to the side and found a small baby pig the size of a hamster. I wanted to play the game others were playing but felt bad because the baby pig looked sick. A girl told me to put its mouth to a part of the mom pig. But to my surprise when I tried to help it get milk pee came out. Lots of it started flooding the baby's mouth and when I tried to hold it the other way it peed all over my chest.

I was disgusted and didn't want to be covered in pee when I talk to Kiro or others in the dream. I went into a room that had a bathroom inside it. It felt like I was at a expensive hotel now. I took off my clothes and was going to step into the showers but stopped when I heard a person come into the room. It was a Asian lady and her husband.

I was afraid that if I stepped into the shower she would sense me. A scene flashed in front of me of the Asian lady seeing a outline in the shower. Than she screamed and told her husband. When it stopped I just decided to go inside. But I was stopped when a tall oval gold mirror came in front of me. I was freaked out cause I had pink marks on my chest. I just wanted to take a shower so i could be clean. In the mirror I could see four tall girls that were naked around one guy sitting on the bed behind me. I decided I would just run into the shower but woke up.

Teruru

I appeared on my bed and could hear voices. I thought about Kiro and how I wanted to see him. Than I appeared on a small island. On the sand there was a small fluffy dog and the name Teruru was on the sand. There was a small footprint too. A guy was telling me it was important to pay attention to teruru. Than I appeared on my bed again. I heard voices all around me and bit my finger to see if I was still in the dream. I was so I decided to set the intention to wake up after closing my eyes and hiding my face behind a pillow.(I was scared)Than I woke up.

In the darkness

I was in some kind of a hotel. I was walking through the dark hallway. My flashlight gave faint light, and I could see only blurred, dark shapes in front of me. Then, I saw Bloody Mary standing near the doors, and staring at me. I was afraid to move closer, but I did it, and saw that it was just a confused girl. I asked where my room, number 182 is. She said that it's right here, but when I looked at the door it was 246. We were frightened, as someone changed numbers in each room.

Fighting the bully

I went to the car sale. There were many vechicles, new, old, even those I seen before. When walking slowly, watching it all in awe, I was attacked by my old bully. He insulted me, and then a strange man appeared from the wall and punched him. He wasn't hurt though. I started to fight, but my punches were really weak. I then chosen to hurt him by scratching, but then I felt the scratches, and saw that in fact, I was fighting with myself.

(Copied from dream interpretation forum)

This actually happened two nights ago, but I only got around to posting it now. I don't remember what I dreamed last night, so . . .

*Important Background Information*
I am a teenager. I live with my parents, younger brothers, two cousins, aunt, uncle and grandparents. The only people in this dream, however, were Aunt Beth and my cousin Isabel who is 4 years older than me. I live on a farm, and I have 12 goats and a sheep in the front of the house. On the side there are horses, chickens, 2 guinea hens, 2 geese, and some rabbits, but the only relevant animals are the goats and horses in this dream. At the moment there are some court issues over my brother and I feel like the adults aren't telling me enough, which could be part of the meaning of this dream. Luna is my favorite goat and she gets Polio sometimes due to a weak immune system; I know how to tell when she in in the very early stages of it so she hasn't been close to death for at least a year.

*Actual Dream*
I was at home, and my house actually looked like my house which is unusual in my dreams. I was inside and I don't know what I was doing when Isabel came up to me. She told me Luna was dead! I felt very stressed and grief-stricken, and I asked her why I hadn't been told she had Polio. Isabel just shrugged, like it didn't matter! I think she was a bit embarrassed too though. I asked her, "Seriously, why wasn't I told?" and she shrugged again! So I ran outside to the goats, except the goats were right by the horses which is not where they are in real life. Also, I didn't recognize any of the goats except Luna. She wasn't dead, but very near death. Aunt Beth said she was going to euthanize Luna (put her to sleep.) I told her, "NO. I believe it is wrong to euthanize animals, ever." It's true, I do believe that. I should add we do NOT have the needle or anything; we would have to go to the vet to euthanize an animal. When Aunt Beth tried to do it anyway, I pushed her hand away and told her we couldn't do it. Luna might be very sick but there was no way we would end any chance she might have of surviving. After that I don't remember much of my dream; only that she was getting a little bit better. I don't even remember whether she died or not. I do remember that this morning when I woke up and went to let the goats out of their stalls, I was VERY relieved that Luna was okay; the dream was very vivid and I thought it might be real.

Also enjoy my ultra-old avatar picture from before the days of my dream-self. I can't seem to get that character to look right and the animation hates me.

Here is what I can recall:

Several nights ago I had some dream where all of the buildings in my university had some how been stacked together into this huge conglomerated tower. There was something to do with a math class as well.


I also recall a nonlucid dream from two nights ago. It involved some kind of magical battle. I had to wear armor made out of 'solid water' that had this odd surface that was solid yet had small waves moving through it. This was because the person that I was to fight had miniature flamethrowers on their arms.

When the fight began we were on this huge covered bridge, made entirely out of wood. I actually had three opponents, the middle one, a husky female with the twin flamethrowers and a pair of presumably male guards (covered in heavy steel armor) carrying large black and silver halberds.

I became partially lucid during the fight and was able to slow down time, particularly when someone was swinging at me. I also seemed to have power over the weapons and, once the guards were disarmed, I was able to call their halberds to me (see thor's hammer).
The fight climaxed when the main antagonist, the woman with the flamethrowers pulled a pair of knives. I had been able to damage the flamethrowers at some point during the fight. We went in close and I tried to put her into a lock. She was struggling to stab me and I was trying to choke her. I lost the dream and woke up.



The night before last, I had a semi lucid dream where I was flying and running at ridiculous speeds through my home town. My good olde fashioned fire jets at work here.

The town seemed a little re-arranged though. I recall there being all of these black and white wooden targets that I would bounce off of. The dream kind of had the feel of a sonic the hedgehog stage with the wooden targets being like the springs.

The dream ended with my attempting a Kamehameha, then realizing how unstable the dream was and making an effort to stabilize. I was in a soccer field. I ripped up some grass trying to stabilize but it didn't work.

Last night was pretty good though. Some dialogue with Manei. (I love how when I try and LD with things on my mind, I don't get sh*t. But when I'm on break from lucid dreaming, I get ten minutes of lucidity with her. So I wound up being kind of quiet and not particularly engaged within this dream.)

I can recall being in a huge building. It had a very bland, sterile feel like a school or hospital. I was waiting in line with dream characters to talk to some lady seated at a desk, with the feel of... well a hospital check-in. I took note of how diverse the crowd seemed to be. age, race, gender and clothing all seemed to vary greatly.

I then saw Manei in the crowd and instantly became lucid. She cut through the line, heading down a secondary hallway. I came with her. One of the things I recall taking note of was how tall Manei really is (Well she's been taller than me since we met, but this time around she seemed even taller than usual). IWL, I'm about 5'8", so lets assume my height carries over into the dream. I'd probably put her at around 6'2".

We went around another corner into another long hallway, this one lined with doors. The hallway had a dark, creepy feeling to it, like someone or something was following us. We then came to a stairwell that went up and down at least three floors each way. There was a window and we could see that we were in a massive building complex that stretched for miles. Outside, the weather was overcast and it was raining. Occasionally, I heard a roll of thunder.

We sat down together on the top step, giving us a good view of the dreary environment outside.

Last night, I went to sleep with the idea of manifesting my own persistent dream characters into the dream world. I'm not really sure why, my mind was just sort of wandering, and that's what I drifted off on.

So I decided to bring this up with her. I also got the inkling that somehow, that line of people that I was in earlier was a manifestation of the dream characters that I wanted to create. She didn't seem very interested in the idea, saying that it would be a distraction from dreaming, and that having too many dream characters/guides can be chaotic. I told her that I had only two characters in mind that I wanted to manifest, and that I felt that they were important to the balance of my dream world. They were meant to represent aspects of my personality that don't come about all too often in my dreams. She then replied that if I felt that I had to, I could manifest these characters, but she made me promise that if she wanted just me and her, I would let it happen.

At one point we started holding hands. I said something about stabilizing the dream, but I think we were just happy to be together again after all the crap that's happened. I think she was telling me that I should come back to concentrating on lucid dreaming. I told her that I would.

She then told me some story about technology and spiritual advancement. I don't remember the details, but it was about how technology can be helpful if used in moderation, but if you use it too much it can rule your life and you can lose touch with those around you. For some reason the characters in her story were represented with a couple of lego people she had in her back pocket.

We were looking at our reflections in the window. I noticed Manei was wearing the headband that I gave her, and that the emblem was actually correct this time around. Funny, I hadn't noticed it until then.

I began to really lose touch with the dream. Manei became a male version of herself and took off her shirt. This had something to do with her practicing appearing as a boy. I was trying to concentrate on making her look better but she still looked sort of distorted and disproportionate.

As Hemlock Grove's Roman, me and Peter have just entered this old abandoned tower, and I'm showing off some of the tricks I've picked up since the last time we saw each other. I turn myself into a cloud of bats, thinking of this as something I'd learned from that one previous dream, and I come out of it high on the wall, looking down at Peter watching me, able to hold myself up against the vertical wall just by gripping with my hands - it's not completely effortless, but it's still easy. It's a rush. I'm having so much fun showing off with Peter, I want to laugh. This makes me start thinking something about connections with people, and then there's a memory gap.

The next scene I remember is in a different part of the same building, the memory gap only lasted for about one or two changes of scene. I'd climbed up into the metal rafters and I've been heading up in a spiral, and I've just come across a closed door; but I'm not playing around anymore, I'm in a hurry, either chasing or being chased by something. The door has no handle on this side, so I hammer on it and shout, "Open the door. Open the door, mom!" (I was thinking of someone specific by 'mom', but whoever she was, it wasn't my IRL mother or the mother of the character I'd started the scene as - I'm not sure I'm still playing his role by this point.) Door still doesn't open, and I'm not surprised. I step back and look at it. There's no way to open it from this side, just a keyhole big enough to look through - I can see some light through it, and I have the feeling I'm meant to look through it, and that thought pisses me off. I grip the side of the door, forcing my fingers into the gap between the door and the frame, and I wrench it open.

The other side of the door leads to somewhere else completely, unconnected to the building I was just in. It's incredibly vivid, nothing like the dream I'd been having up until this point - which hadn't seemed un-vivid in any way, but I'm thinking of this as a completely different way of seeing things. I'm in a stone hallway, brownish-yellowish stones, filled with many doors, all of them wooden, arched, narrow, dull red. I still have that sense of being in a hurry, and I immediately go to open the first door to my left. But as I do, I hear a woman's voice - the mother I'd referred to before - shouting this strangled "No!" and I hear the sound of a door closing, and footsteps in a hurry. And then I'm awake.

(Really awake, none of the usual transition, just footsteps and "No!" and suddenly in my bed with my eyes open. Was convinced I'd been woken up by the actual front door and actual footsteps - which is not unusual, I sleep while other people are up - but no, just the dream. Back to sleep.)

As Constantine (rhymes with turpentine), I've been in a police interrogation room for a while now when they let in this elegant older woman to see me, calling her "Mrs. Constantine." She's supposed to be my mother, which is a lie of course, my mother being long dead, but I instantly play along with the act. Memory gap, and then I'm being put in a holding cell, and I try to convince someone I pass along the way to have the police find that woman and pick her up, quick. Not sure I made myself clear, though, I'd been passing out, having a hard time staying conscious. I can see the brown smoke of her spell wrapping around me. Blacked out.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I had a classroom scene, so I went lucid and walked out. I didn't have any particular destination in mind aside from getting out of the school, and the first door that I reached for took me into the kitchens - still meant to be part of the school. The next door I can find is a refrigerator door, and I give that a shot - no good, I open it and find food inside. I think to myself that this is probably too strong an association to bother trying again, so I remove the refrigerator from the wall. There's a white wooden door behind it. This one opens onto a satisfyingly different scene - rolling green hills and a mountain in the distance that I mentally compare to Mt. Fuji from its size and the way it dominates the landscape, though otherwise they don't look alike.

I walk along a paved road leading towards that mountain. At one point I come across a house, and the road divides so that one path leads up a slope to that building and down again to rejoin the main road on the other side, and I'm admiring the organic shape of both the road and the house. It's a white one-story building composed of several rounded rooms, with a reddish-brown shingled roof with little spires over each rounded room. There were quite a few plants that I was admiring, and gardening tools, but I knew this was going to be too much detail for me to remember, and a lot of it didn't have any IRL comparisons I could easily make, to make it easier to remember. I focus on a couple woven baskets lying on a bench, with lids with little spires like the ones on the roof, the last thing I focus on as the path leads me back down to the main road.

The path leads me into a town, or a small city maybe, starting in a little square with two clocks standing on black iron poles. Both of them show the same time, 3:00, with the second hand pointing down at the 6; a bell tolls, and then they both run backwards, until every hand points to the top, midnight exactly.

The path leads on to another square, this one with a big brass bell. There are a fair number of people in the streets around me now, but I'm only paying attention to one - a man standing beneath that bell. He calls me over. He's this older man, and I mentally compare him to Mister Rogers, that sort of friendly and wise and harmless impression. His speech is slurred and very deliberate, as if he has a hard time forming English words. He says quite a few things about me heading for the mountain, and preparing for that, and he mentions K., an old IRL friend who I haven't gotten in touch with for a long time. I'm a little frustrated by knowing I'm not going to be able to remember all these details when I wake up, and I'm having a hard time picking and choosing which parts to focus on, but I hold up a hand to stop him and ask about K., ask him to clarify - is he saying I need K. with me at the mountain, that I can't do it alone? He's surprised by the question. He says, no, you can go on alone. And he compares me to "a dry martini: high in the hand, but hard to keep it." Okay, that's suitably convoluted phrasing that I'm definitely not going to remember that unless I wake up now. I choose to wake up so I can remember at least some of what he's said. I regret this decision almost instantly.

Wow, two nights in a row of remembering dreams! yay! I wrote in my daily journal last night, so maybe that really is helping.
I'm thinking of finally changing the font color of lucids since they're kinda hard to read. But I don't want to go through and change every single one, so I'm not sure. Too lazy.

I was in the bathroom at a huge hotel taking a shower when my hand started to feel funny. I looked down and saw that one of my fingers was short. The top half was missing and it was a stub. I was dreaming. It felt so real and vivid that it took me awhile to believe that. I was really excited so I stared at my hands to stabilize and then stared at the wall. I could see so much detail in everything. I went outside the bathroom and into the main lobby of the hotel. The ceiling was about 8 stories high so I decided to fly up. I spread my arms and began "swimming" up. I went really fast.(Usually it takes me a long time to get high.. haha get high.. you know what I mean). I made it to the ceiling and then floated back down. I wasn't sure what to do next so I decided to go outside and explore. Then I lost it.

I was in high school in Ms. Red-Head's English Class(I forgot her name. The senior year teacher). Some girl in the class had written a book that we were discussing. We were sitting in a huge circle of desks and I was next to Niki, who also wrote a book. I got rid of my copy of the book we were looking at because, frankly, I just didn't give a shit. I tossed Niki's book across the room to these two girls because I wanted more people to hear her book instead of the other girl's. The teacher found out that someone had tossed a book across the room and asked who it was. Several students pointed at me and I raised my hand, looking guilty. The teacher then told me to gather up my stuff and choose a room to sit quietly in. I chose a room that was connected to the classroom. I was actually quite happy to leave the class. There was a couch in the room and I began to set up my computer on it. I realized I didn't have a copy of the book we were discussing.
"Can I have a book?" I asked.
"That will be 3 dollars and 14 cents," the teacher replied.

-fragment at my house offering Dani if she wants bagels and cream cheese because she was hungry

-at some point I heard God's voice saying, "Come with me."

Going to school

It was during the christmas eve, everyone had to go to school. I entered the bus, and drove to the city where my school is placed. I entered the building, and went up to classroom. I thought Why should I try? I'll sit near the teacher anyway. As soon as the lesson started, with classmates we went out of classroom. I felt strong stomach pain, so I wanted to go out of school. I went to the head teacher. A tall, bald, fat man in graphite coloured suit and wearing glasses with thick, round lenses. I told him about my condition. He made mischievous smile, and said that everyone has to be in school during christmas.

Jogging in the city

It was warm, summer afternoon. I was running in the city I frequently visit. I was running witout any reason. The weather changed to cloudy, and it started to rain, but I still runned. I entered the building, suddenly I was changed to seven years old child, naked, sitting within other children. We were eating a tasty soup.

Discussion about black holes

I made a graphic representation of forces working in black holes. My graph was so confusing that my siblings couldn't read it properly. We discussed about that matter. I laughed from my younger sisters thoughts.

December 22, 2014

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eeeeehhhh. Been sick the past few days, so my dreams have been vivid, but easily forgotten somehow. I need to remember to write them as soon as I wake up, at least some notes. They're vivid enough that I only need to see a few key words to remember being in the dream, but I have a lot of trouble with remembering if I don't have something to go on... Hopefully I get healthy soon, and have more lucids!

Anyways, the dream from last night, which I actually forgot to write down, couldn't remember for most of the day, and suddenly remembered in the car on the way to see The Hobbit pt.3:



I was in a class, about 4th grade or so. I was one of the students, and my math methods professor was the teacher. I had just transferred to this school, so I didn't have any of the materials yet. It was math time and I was sitting at a picnic table at the back of the room, looking on a new friend's math journal. My prof got pretty upset with me for not havingmy book open to the right page, and every time I said I didn't have a journal, he assumed I meant I had left it at home. There had been some sort of miscommunication from someone who was supposed to give me the journal...

I finally did get one, and it had one of those perforated bits to open it, like a bill in the mail. I had to tear along the long edge across from the binding to open the journal. We were using math boxes on pages 43 and 49 (but not those in between for some reason)

I'm talking to Mark on the phone. I am aware that Mark himself has followed the same path previously - he tells me I can smoke a cigarette in this elevator. I proceed to light the cigarette, but do not smoke it, as I am inside a building and I'm conflicted by the knowledge that indoor smoking normally is not allowed. The elevator takes me to the top floor, as Mark says bye and I hang up. I get out the elevator and search for the exit to the roof so I can smoke - I go outside and find myself in an open-air railway station.
I'm still not sure if I'm allowed to smoke here - usually no smoking is permitted at railway stations. My cigarette is still lit, but I haven't toked it. I see a dude lighting up a cigarette, and feel like his desperation for a cigarette outweighs his consideration for the legality of it.
I cross the rail tracks and almost get hit by a train, but jump away just in time. I climb a steel, box-shaped object in the middle of the tracks, where I know I'll be safe. From my vantage point I can see a mother shouting and swearing at her daughter. The daughter thinks she is an adult now and can do what she wants, but the mother disagrees, and is still shouting and swearing. The daughter salutes the mother ironically, as if she were an army general ordering her around. The mother passes nearby so I say to her in a rather patronising fashion "excuse me. I can see you're trying hard to be a good mother, and that's great. But just calm down and slow down a bit, and take some deep breaths". The mother tells me she's been told to do the breathing before, and thanks me anyway. I squeeze her hand gently before she leaves.

[Note: I quit smoking a month and a week ago - clearly this has something to do with the strange smoking dilemna]

Beginning I appeared to be walking with a small boy in the woods that seems to be cover in fog. The boy ask me to help him create his project. I ask him what does this project need to consist of? He says only the simple things. I began saying I guess the complex things sometimes ruin the main point. The kid then said duh, as the fog began to clear a path that show the both of us a classroom. I open the door while we continue to enter inside. I appear in my old 4th grade classroom. The lights were off and I notice that students would first need to get their IQ test papers before taking their assign seats.

I went to the stand to get my paper, the paper claimed my IQ to be 180. I scratch my head thinking this is quite overestimating me. The teacher said congrats, and that I was one of the few that had score well. I got back to my seat and began filling other questions. That's when I ask if I had to fill all of the questions? The teacher said I didn't have to, but to do as many as I would like. I decided not to take the test seriously and didn't put much effort to finish all of them. I notice some students wanting my help but didn't want to ask me. I toss my paper to the side of the desk so they could have a good range of where the answers were on my paper.

To help pass the time, I began to eat a sandwich with too much cheese, with a hot dog that has purple slime splatter all over it. Not long after the teacher ask me for my paper. I got up and realize the students must've move my paper when getting the answers. However before after I turn back around it was in my red folder again. I gave it to the teacher and continue to get back to my seat. However before I could everyone seem quiet as they heard two older students fight out in the hall way. Our teacher began to mimic their voice in a attempt to show us how non serious this situation is.

She then order us back to our seats and added that everyone screws up. But decided to point me out by saying I am a real screw up. I laugh and told her that you haven't change and that it was good to have teacher speak their mind openly. I notice the lights came on in the classroom. After a minute of being here, I started focusing and thinking back. Wasn't long after she said this will help us 8th grader pass, however I only was in this classroom for 4th grade. I realize the chances of this being a dream were high. I then thought in this dream I must've been hold back for many years. Felt great though.

That's when our teacher ask us to choose an element that suits us. She didn't give us many options. Only fire , body or mental. Few chose body, I suppose that represents fitness. Most of us chose mental. I also pick mental since being in a dream. Our teacher had one last question for us. I for some reason knew what she was going to ask and was ready to answer. The teacher knew I had the answer but told me, let the other students have a chance. It didn't take long, only two tries and they got it right. After the student said energy, I recklessly said yes to congratulate them. Then my teacher fist bump me and soon after I felt tired and woke up. Lucidity Time: 5 seconds

As Rumpelstiltskin, disembodied, I'm watching a woman lead a prisoner, a teenage boy, into a dungeon. She's complaining about how tired she is of hunting people down and dragging them back here across worlds. We're standing (well, 'standing' in my case, lacking a body at the moment) in a stone hallway, at the top of a staircase blocked by a door of iron bars. She locks that door behind the prisoner, and when she leaves he just sits down right there at the top of the stairs rather than going further down. He looks very confused. I'm aware he's not the only person in the dungeon, there's several people down at the base of those stairs, some of whom I feel personally responsible for, and I wonder for a moment if they've been fed today. I sometimes forget how often my guests need to eat. Then I remind myself that right now, it's not my responsibility to keep them fed - the people who took them prisoner will take care of that, they need their hostages alive. There's someone in that dungeon I want to take back, but I've got a few other things to see to first, while I'm disembodied.

The scene skips ahead in time - no memory gap, just a shift to the bottom of the stairs and an awareness that this is meant to be later. A guard's come to feed the prisoners, and when no one comes to the top of the stairs when he calls, he opens the door to bring the food down himself and check on the prisoners. But when he gets to the bottom of the stairs, he finds me sitting in the wooden chair in the center of the dirt floor. I'm wearing a hood that hides my face, but I always do. There's two kids beside me, royalty held hostage - one of them's my granddaughter, biologically but not officially, though she isn't aware of that and neither were the people who took her. But they should have been aware that I've always looked after her family. I wait until he's seen me, and until the look on his face shows that he knows who I am, and then I create a ball of fire in my hand. I enjoy this.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm returning to a tent in a military camp in some cold, snow-covered place, and there's this man who bows to me two or three times when he sees me, obsequious manner, irritating. I hear a voice as if I'm reading a line in a book: "This was the worst of ___'s nature, he told himself - a ___ who didn't know how to ___." (The blanks aren't things that I forgot after waking up - during the dream, the voice just cut out during those words. The first blank was meant to be the name of my POV character here; the other two had no mental associations.)

I was hanging out with Dreamer and one of her guy friends. They were sitting on the couch next to each other. Her friend was wearing this enormous hat - It looked like a smurf hat, except that it was bright blue. He started to talk about some hat game in minecraft where you could do something with hundreds of different hats.

This Asian lady and her daughter appeared. The daughter was trying very hard to be American but she was uncomfortable because she felt as though she didn't fit in and she didn't understand the culture. The mom was yelling at her, telling her that she had to be better and to try harder and that she needed to change who she was in order to fit in and become rich. The daughter seemed really upset about being yelled at like this. I started to argue with her mom and tell her that it wasn't fair for her to put that kind of pressure on her daughter and that she should want her daughter to be happy. She shouldn't need her daughter to fit into a mold of standard conformity at the expense of her enjoyment of life.

Dreamer's DC didn't like that I was telling her mom this stuff, she thought that it wasn't my place to say such things. I was quite upset.
Dreamer's reaction didn't make sense to me, I thought that she would have agreed with me if anything.

I realized I was dreaming at this point. So I walked outside, into the front yard, where I saw high a school kid riding around on a unicycle, but it had a steering wheel on it. I walked in front of him and got him to stop riding. I made him fly into the air and gently land on a soft, cushiony patch of grass on the other side of the street. I then jumped onto his unicycle and started to ride down the street with it. He chased after me and I let him catch up a little bit to mess with him, I was feeling a bit cruel I suppose. He kept getting really close to me but then he would get too tired from running and he would have to slow down. I kept cheering him on while telling him that this was great exercise for him. I'm so mean to DCs sometimes!

We got to the end of the street and there was a giant crater in the middle of the road, maybe 100 feet deep and 50 feet in diameter. There were dead bodies littered all across the bottom of it. I jumped off the unicycle and sort of shielded the high school kid from the bloody scene. I could faintly see a semi-invisible figure lurking in the shadows. It became visible temporarily as it climbed out of the crater. It was Cerberus.


I began charging up a bright pink laser from the palm of my hand and I patiently waited for the demon dog to attack. It appeared from out of the shadows once more and I unleashed the charged up laser right into the center of it's middle head, destroying it. The beast recoiled and fled. I Woke up.

I drank Apple Juice and I wrote a daily journal to help with my dream recall. I think it helped, considering that I haven't been able to remember any dreams from the past two days. Most of these are just fragments, but hey, there's four of them. And it's better than nothing.


I was a black man forced into the army in WWII. I just remember being really scared.

I was in the silver car with Niki heading somewhere. The roads were snowy. We were going down a hill and I lost control and the car flipped on it's side for a second then flipped back. No one was hurt. A bunch of snow got in the car and I tried to pick it up and shake the snow out or something.

I was in the high school just peering in one of the rooms. Everyone had a huge knit rug they were working on.

Since I didn't have a job or anything, my parents forced me into joining the army. Niki was also forced by her mom. I really, really did not want to go. I think I was almost crying at a few points. I complained to Niki, "we're not good at anything. We're just gonna end up being cooks or cleaning the bathrooms." and a man near me said something like, "hey, the army needs those kinds of people. There's nothing wrong with being a cook," and then I felt bad for saying that. I was packing very slowly and wondering how I would be ready to leave in a few hours. I don't think I actually ever made it there.

what's up with all these army dreams? I think it's from reading Unbroken..

NON LUCID - SEMI-LUCID
*Me and other people were being chased by terrorist. My first thought was to fly away. Then I gained a littled awareness thinking this is a dream and I can fly.