non-lucid

Last night I dreamt I was Batman. Full costume, creepy factory scenery, evil villain and everything. Except I wasn't a COOL Batman. No, I was an idiot Batman who kept making weird poses and freaking out because he didn't know what to do.

As a ten (or thereabouts) year old kid (In 2001) I had dreams.

I had been thinking of the movie Home Alone prior to bed. So I went to sleep, and then was in a house. I was talking to someone dressed as Santa Claus (The same guy who was the Santa in the movie whose car stalled out) who was on a bed, and a fire (like from the fire swamp in "The Princess Bride") came up from beneath the bed and roasted him. There were more fires in the house but I do believe I escaped them all.

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Another time around the same year give or take one or two, perhaps was another nightmare. I do believe this shows what hell is like! So there were some people there, and torture devices were there too. One man wasn't looking where he was going and was then sawed in half (he yelled once he hit the saw and put his arms out but didn't back off) as he was on a conveyor belt going straight into a band-saw.

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Notes:

OUCH. These are some vivid revelations, are they not? You really should be careful; that one guy was on a conveyor belt not paying attention and just standing, though he was facing imminent destruction and he yelled only once he hit the saw. It's crazy and insane to not jump off the conveyor belt!

LOOK FIRST! If it's safe (IF IT'S SAFE OR IF YOU'LL BE HURT IF YOU WON'T LEAP!) THEN LEAP!

... They dissolve. And that's deadly.

Back in 2001-2004 as those years are called by many, I had dreams.

One was similar to The Sims: One Sim, A Light-Skinned Female with brown hair and blue jeans and a grey short-sleeve shirt knocked two others into an acid pit with a rod before jumping in herself. Then there was a part where I told another person, A girl about three years younger than I am, something about Acid not being good.

Another was within a large building (made of stone?) and it had very large doors more then three times the height of the people who went through them. There were seats for many people on either side of the door (the path was only in-between the seats, to my recollection though I wonder if I'm missing something) and at one point there was a guy who abhorred (or at least it looked that way) what his lords/masters/bosses were doing so he announced his departure. He walked out and was thence dissolved in a pit of acid that his ex-boss or bosses made appear between the seats. The lord then walked and I think talked, then (while he was not paying attention) walked into the acid pit himself and died. Very dead.

I was in the basement with my family there were Zombies and a Zombie tried to bite me, I punched it backwards and grabbed a steel katana and Sliced it all over the place and sliced some more and more zombies.
Eventually, some manticore like bomb came killed me and all humans and saiyans namekians well all lifeforms except Goku and Vegeta.
They fought and fought zombies even hyperactive Goten and Trunks zombies.
In the dream I knew it was a dream and I even had thoughts but I wasn't lucid, huh.
I was thinking about how good of a story...Dragon Ball Zombies would be, it would be like Marvel Zombies but 10000000000000000000000 times better than DC Zombies if there is a thing.
Also had a False Awakening on the couch and my sister demera was over I was watching tv thinking about the dream I just had...

December 15, 2014

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I started this dream at a school building, with a small trailer of things. I had the feeling I was moving.

Part way through the journey, they dream shifted to a different plot...

I was traveling with someone different from the beginning, and I'm not sure who exactly it was with me, but they had a familiar feel to them. I had this condition... Or something. I had with me a bag of some sort of liquid. It was attached to my body through a tube, though I don't remember where it was attached. Basically, this thing kept me alive, because without it I would uncontrollably vomit chunks of myself, or something.

We were stopped at this house for the night. It was abandoned, but looked well-kept still. My companion and I were sitting in a corner of the room and being goofy. Somehow it got so goofy that I intentionally cut the bag connected to me. I think I had figured out that the liquid reacted strangely with the air and made beautiful patterns or something. It took me a while to realize what I'd done. There was very little liquid left in the bag now, and I suddenly realized, and ran to a bathroom. It was a VERY uncomfortable feeling next. Not being able to stop vomiting, even when I was empty... Feeling the chunks in my throat and mouth... I even heard the sounds. I don't usually actually hear things in dreams, as it's all more of an innate knowing of what people are saying or what sounds are around me.

It was terrifying especially because I knew there were no more bags I could replace the ripped one with, so I thought I would die.

But my companion rushes in and sticks something in my mouth. She sticks it right in my throat, which you would think would choke me, but somehow it doesn't, and stops the uncontrollable vomiting. Whatever it was, it saved my life. The companion had more of whatever it was, so if I accidentally swallowed the one in my throat now, they (I dont even know if this companion was a man or a woman. At times I had the feeling it was a man, but at times I felt like it was a woman) could put another one in.

After a little while, we found a pair of headphones that would be able to keep me vomit-free until I could get a new bag of liquid. It was a temporary fix only, but better than having stuff shoved in my throat.

I started walking around the house, and ended up on a balcony with a whole bunch of mannequins wearing costumes... They were posed, even (there was a Spider-Man one, which was posed like Spider-Man on a wall). It was fucking creepy. I'm glad I woke up then b excuse that place had such a horribly feeling... Like something bad definitely would have happened if I hadn't woken up.

I am so freaking horrible at remembering my dreams..

the other day I was having a really emotional dream and was crying in it and realized I was dreaming and tried to summon somebody but it didn't work.

I was with my sister dressed up with armor and guns. There was this car and people in it started shooting. My sister thought it was cool but I didn't. I ran to the side of the car and shot through the window, getting shot several times in the process. I dropped to the ground and somehow didn't die or feel any pain

I woke up, got out of bed, and a friend came over to pick up something. I went back to my room and fell asleep again. Had some dream about the past. Eventually realized I was dreaming but it was very unstable. I spun around like crazy but it didn't work and I woke up. Actually not sure if I woke up or not, but I remembered trying to FILD and next thing I know I wake up in my room in the middle of the night. Something seems strange. It feels like I transported back in time, maybe to a few years ago, even though most of the scenery is the same. I must be dreaming. I look at my hands. They're fine at first but I look long enough and I only see 4 fingers. Instead of spinning to stabilize, I look at a book on my bookshelf for a few seconds. Everything is extremely vivid and clear. I can see so many details in everything and it's really sharp. I think to myself "I hope this is going to be a long dream." The first thing I do is try to find someone. I think of Andrew, turn around to see him but he's not there. I close my eyes this time, open them, he's not there. I imagine him in my closet. I open the door, he's not there. I give up and decide to go outside and go try flying since I can't think of anything else to do. As soon as I exit my room I wake up.

This is my first lucid in a long time

Morning of December 17, 2014. Wednesday.



This was a longer dream, but not much happens other than the typical aspects of this recurring dream type (imposing strangers).

In this case, we are living in a fictionally-rendered version of the area my sister’s house would have been on Loomis Street. It is a bit like our present house, but rotated and in a different part of the block (to “take the place” of the real house there). I am not sure what country is implied regardless of it being mostly like Loomis Street in overall layout. Instead of having a next-door neighbor to the (implied) north (as would have been the case in reality), the closest house is of the next lot down. However, we may also be responsible for the land in the additional lot next to us, which is mostly empty. Oddly, there is no fence in that direction (which of course is very unrealistic to people with experience as parents). As with another recent dream, the opposite direction to where the main in-dream focus is is not defined at all.

The other house seems to be some sort of halfway house for both homeless juveniles (who had committed crimes) and mentally-challenged orphans. There are a few points in my dream where they just seem to be standing around staring at our house (from various areas on the front stairs as well as from a couple different windows) when I happen to look up a few different times - as I had been working in the yard.

A friendly mentally-challenged young male (who reminds me of a younger version of the pinhead I knew from King Street) actually comes into our yard and mows the lawn in back. However, after a time, he also starts digging in the center of the yard for no apparent reason. This is a bit annoying but I do not say anything or show any anger at any point in my dream.

Dream 3

I went into a big store with my family. I was looking for the bottle of water but couldn't find it. I asked a boy who was standing near the drinks where the water was. He was going to show me when suddenly he stopped. A guy ran into the store with a gun. While he was shooting like crazy a couple of cops jumped on him.

We all felt safe now and someone handed me a hot chocolate with a cookie. I was eating it and than a scene began to appear before me. Minnie mouse was calling for her prince Mickey. But he couldn't go because he had to stay in the castle. As I was watching I was now in bed watching it like a television show. I asked my mom for more hot chocolate and she brang it to me.

However, after almost finishing it I noticed there were two raviolis in it. I ate a piece of the ravioli as I was telling my mom what I found. She said she was really tired and must have put it in by mistake. The next thing I remember is I was on a bus in the city. There was a boy next to me asking if it stopped in front of GameStop. Another guy said yeah.

When the bus stopped I got out and it looked like I was in a country now. There were palm trees around. I followed a girl walking and turning until I found a couple of boys on the path arguing. I thought they were bullying a boy and told them to stop. They told me to mind my buisiness though.

The place I was in didn't feel like I was home as I looked around. I realized it was just a dream and took off flying. One of the boys started saying rude things to me but I just kept moving forward. Until I appeared in my room. It was dark and crowded with boxes. There was also a vicious storm outside but I felt better outside than inside the room. I was slowly going through the window but being pushed back too.

All of a sudden I heard a comforting chorus singing. Light came back into the room a little blonde girl with blue eyes took my hand and pulled me back in. More clones of herself than came and told me that they were going to each sing a note together to send the storm away and put a end to this bad story. They each started to sing ah when suddenly one of the clones stepped forward.She was actually the evil one pretending to be good. She said something after she stepped forward but I forgot what it was. I woke up after that.

*I basically have one dream about school each night. Also, yesterday I thought once about playing Blood again, and it was enough to incubate a dream.*

PE lesson

I recall being in the cloakroom. I changed my suit for PE lesson, and went to the sports hall. I saw my fathers friend, bald, tall man with a little dark skin. He was standing within children and playing volleyball. Last thing I remember is going out of sports hall.

Bloody incubation

I was Caleb from Blood game, it was in the train level of the first episode. I was running with double barreled sawed off shotgun, and killing cultists. I saw parts of level that weren't in the original game. At the end, I was throwing dynamite at zombies.

Pulling trees out of the ground, I magically turn them into boards and make a huge pile of them several hundred feet behind me. I plan to build a bunch of things, so I need lots of them. Still leaving some trees in the forest, I quickly gather more than I need just in case I get carried away with construction. Just moving my awareness around, I don't have a visible body, but still manage to physically interact with the world, and rip trees out of the ground just fine. It's easy to float to and fro as I do this.

December 14, 2014

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Where's Zukin?!

I was at Zukin's co-op, but it was actually my house back home. Apparently, everyone who lived there slept in a communal bedroom, which happened to be where my room is in the house IWL. The only guy in my master's program was my bed-mate (apparently everyone shared a king-size bed with someone else), but H and K were visiting, and took up too much space on the bed, so he had to sleep on the floor next to the bed.

At some point during the day, I was looking for Zukin. I looked everywhere for her, including at her bed and even in a random grocery store (that, now that I think of it, was a pool. Hahaha!). I got back to the co-op, and see some people watching a movie. I asked them if they know where Zukin is, and one of them says they saw her in the kitchen doing dishes. I went to the kitchen, which was located where the family room is IWL, and finally found her as she was coming out of the kitchen.

She opened a large freezer, and pulled out a tray of sorts. It created a neat little workspace or something. She cracked two eggs onto the tray-thing. At first I am like wtf is she doing, but as I watch, the eggs sort of freeze hard on contact, and then bubble and fizz and start cooking. Apparently if you get eggs cold enough they jump right to cooking :D

Zukin and I go outside and head for a restaurant or arcade of some sort, and she is ahead of me. I say something, and she turns back toward me, and something behind me catches her eye. She ran past me and told me to follow her because she "suddenly remembered it was today."

I turn and see her running toward a tractor and find that there is a corn field. We get on the cart behind the tractor, to ride Charlie's Pumpkin Ride through the cornfield, but Zukin rolled off the tractor and fell through the ground. I reached through the ground to help her up, but she rolls off the cart and fell through the ground again. Then I woke up.



A is Starring in a Musical

After falling back asleep, I dreamt that I was part of a play in which my old good friend A was starring. Apparently she knew some old guys who were like family friends, and who were famous play writes. They really wanted her to star in this play. So she and one of the old men were front and center on stage, with lots of men in identical black outfits playing instruments behind them. They were singing and dancing, and A eventually pulled up a group of women in red. She would reach out into the "audience" for one of them, pull their hand, and they were all attached to strings and would fly to one of the men with instruments and dance with them. I had a bird's eye perspective on one of the girls going haywire and crashing out stage left.

Later in the play, A's character tragically dies, and after that I saw her in the bathroom vomiting. I asked if she was alright, and she said she was okay, but she got her clothes all dirty. I told her to stay there, and I ran to backstage and asked people if there were any spare clothes for her to wear. My dad was there, and apparently was in charge of hardware and equipment. He lead me to A's locker and helped me open it, but the dream faded before I had the chance to get the clothes.



Grassy Mountain Ridge

A beautiful fragment about riding a bike along a grassy mountain ridge. I went back and forth on a ridge, and then met up with some people near the top. We crawled through some bushes, and came to an elaborate gate blocked off with some weird scheme. We got past the blockade, and entered into a beautiful, grown-over ancient temple courtyard of some sort. There were four aqueducts that converged in this circular courtyard type place, but one of them was being diverted to a different area which we weren't able to reach. The rest of them powered and decorated the temple.



WHY ARE YOU SMILING?!

I was in a large maze-like house with some people. I kept switching POVs in this dream so I'm not really even quite sure what all was going on. Someone had been murdered, I know that. I was either Yukina, or her friend, or Shigure (Yukina and Shigure being the MCs of a manga) throughout the dream.

Basically, we were all in a house together because we were trying to protect Yukina, who was being suspected as the murderer. When I was her friend, I sometimes suspected her too, but when I was Shigure, I knew she was innocent. Yukina herself didn't know she was a suspect, though. We were trying to keep it from her or something.

I think the one who was murdered was a girl who had been in love with Yukina's childhood friend, or something, and because people thought Yukina loved him as well, she was a top suspect. But when I was Shigure, I knew something most of them didn't: she was actually in love with Shigure and they were dating secretly. Or something.

Anyways, there were lots of scenes flashing all over the place, some flashing multiple times at various points in the scene.

It was all very cinematic and kinda trippy. I'm surprised I am able to make any sense of it at all, but I just knew what was going on in the dream itself.

It turned out that another guy with us was actually the murderer. Apparently he was like SUPER obsessed with the school's basketball team. Yukina's childhood friend was a member of the team, and apparently this creepy obsessed guy had murdered any girls who had been in love with any of the key players, so that the players wouldn't be distracted by girls and be able to devote all their time to playing.

But the childhood friend had turned out to be in love with Yukina, and so the obsessed guy was going to kill her next, because she was the biggest threat to the team yet.

The scene in which I found this out was at the same time terrifying and just awkward, because I was Shigure in this scene (and yet had a POV of watching myself), and I was searching a sewer for some reason. The obsessed guy came up behind me and at first I'm all "oh sheesh you scared me there!" But then I spot the corner of a shirt underneath his sweater. "Wh-what is that shirt...?" I ask, putting the pieces slowly together as the obsessed guy slowly walks toward me with a grin. He takes off his sweater to reveal a team shirt from the basketball team, and I suddenly just knew exactly what had happened. It was just sort of... comical.

Then I was Yukina's friend and Shigure alternating, both of them running through the house to find Yukina. But she is not in her room, and when we get outside, I think I am ME for once, and I realize we were in my Oma's house all along. I see my family waving an ambulance away, and they're all smiling for some reason. I yell, "WHY ARE YOU SMILING?!" And they said that Yukina-chan would be alright. They were grateful for some guy named Arthur who had sent her to the hospital because she would have died. But it was all part of the obsessed guy's plot and now she was in even more danger than before. I shoved "Arthur" down and shouted something about it not being his dicision to make whether she goes to the hospital or not. Then I woke up.

In this dream I was driving a semi-truck down a wet gravel road. The cab’s side, marker lights were getting covered with dirt, so I pulled over to wipe them off. As I was standing on the passenger side step, above the fuel tank, I noticed my reflection in the passenger door window. I was shocked at how young I looked, and how red my lips were. It seemed like I was wearing lip stick, and that in itself I found very odd indeed. This should have tipped me off that I was dreaming, but it didn’t, so I continued on with cleaning my marker lights.

Suddenly I felt a kiss on my left cheek, and saw my daughter in the reflection off the window. I looked behind me quickly to see her, but she wasn’t there. I looked back at the reflection in the window, and she was there. Then she kissed me again on my left cheek! I said her name, and then looked back, but she still wasn’t there. I was so surprised by this that I immediately woke

I've hidden a human girl in my room, and I'm trying to distract my "sister" so the human will have a chance to escape. It's not difficult - we don't get along at all, so it's easy to pick a fight. We both look and act like and possibly really are teenagers. I walk away from her, giving the impression that I want her to leave me alone, knowing that's the easiest way to make sure she'll follow me. Looking for a drink, I walk into a room where my "sister's" left a human girl lying semi-conscious on the floor. I hate her parties - I hate living here in general; it's like living in a frat house. That's part of why I want to help that human escape - I know she's been investigating us but I don't care, I really, really dislike these people. I haven't been here long, maybe a week, and I'm hoping my "father" will decide to move again soon. I pick up a nearly-empty bottle, take a drink - alcohol. I spit it out and pick up another bottle. I ask the semi-conscious girl, hey, is this my sister's drink? She doesn't answer me, and I wasn't really expecting her to. I drink it anyway. Yes, this one's my "sister's." I hate the taste of bottled blood, but it's what I'm used to. Keeping the bottle, I walk outside.

The yard out back is huge, and ends in a fence with barbed and electric wires running along the top. As I'm walking along the edge of that fence, I come across a padlocked gate. It opens directly onto a dirt road, and on the other side of the road there's another gate - no locks on this one - opening onto a trail leading into the woods. There's something intensely familiar about this - it bothers me. I have the feeling I've seen this a long time ago, like some childhood memory. I say something about this to my "sister," but she doesn't see why that would bother me. As I'm trying to explain the odd feeling, I'm distracted by a sound from the other side of the fence, way off to our right.

On the side of the fence opening directly onto the woods, there's two people who look like hikers trying to climb the fence and look inside. They're talking to each other cheerfully, wondering what they've come across and what the barbed wire's for - to keep something out or in? It's to keep you out, I tell him as I lean over the wires, grab him and smash his head against the wooden part of the fence. It's to keep them out for their own protection, otherwise this happens. My "sister" has taken the woman he was with. Then I hear voices from the woods - they weren't alone. While my "sister's" still busy with hers, I jump over the fence and run down the other three hikers. I find myself humming as I do so - when I've finished, I realize I'm thinking of the tune as an old drinking song from the 1800s. That's odd - I wasn't alive then, where do I know that song from? I have a vague impression of enjoying myself while singing that song in a situation much like this. I look at the hiker I'm still holding, and I think, just a little while ago I was having a conversation with someone killing a rabbit, and I'd said that it wasn't the death I objected to, it was the attitude behind it, the lack of respect. What a hypocrite I am.

Dude! That was awesome! To bed ~11pm. Dance studio at a school too small. Older male teacher dancing next to student hip hop style calls up one of his older students a taller Hispanic guy...maybe has already graduated.

He dances impressively. They asked us to leave for the private part of the class and I go down the stairs and then up a different set of stairs and there are some guys playing pool.

I head back down the stairs. The way I'm running back down the stairs or the cute female I see when I get down the stairs gets me thinking about dreams. She goes out the door with some other people with me exiting also. It is nice and sunny and another very similar female goes in through the door and is heading back up the stairs towards where that dance studio was, but now this is all more like a hardware store with multi levels but narrow. I get the idea that I can fly to catch up to her more quickly and fully realize that I'm dreaming. I lose track of her but a cute...no, make that beautiful, sexy petite blonde, Russian perhaps,

is walking up and we seem instantly attracted to each other and we start going at it. Surprisingly the dream starts to fade but I hold on to it thinking about my theory of why my romantic / sexual dreams tend to keep going and how I think it's all about the tactile contact but I also remember to not become overly focused on one thing and to not focus/worry about time in dream and I tell myself "I got this!" I start rubbing her back and all over quite enthusiastically and after a while the store starts coming back into view and we have some passionate kisses and more. Her body is silky smooth! She has straddled me while I'm leaning against the counter off and on, at times just holding her off of the ground...the dream does not create the sensation of any significant weight and it is effortless to hold her up while active. The counter is somewhat egg shaped and is in the middle of this main room, laying between the entrance and the stairs.

The narrow store continues down beyond the stairs on this ground floor. There are DC's all around us but none of them are paying attention. There's a cute girl behind the counter working the cash registers but not helping anyone at the moment so I call out "hey everyone" several times and eventually raise my voice on the fourth time and she looked right at me with a smile surprisingly. She also looked like she was attracted to me and I said you see what's going on here? She just smiled again. Her eyes we're beautiful brown and seem to sparkle a little bit. She was a brunette... Dark brown hair a little over shoulder length.

I start looking around the store for other things to remember and one was a product labeled UTW I think it was. I think about how interesting it is how thee store came back into focus well I wasn't really paying attention too much more focused on the sensations and interaction...in touch with my partner in the dream. It was more like well I can see everything again though perhaps a little blurry at first. I use the word blurry but that's not really the best way to describe it. Nothing is really blurred but all the details have not caught up when I first notice the store coming back into view. Anyway we continue to have sex for quite a while kissing some more and I am just thrilled at how realistic everything feels especially the sensation of her tongue in my mouth and my tongue in her mouth along with...you know. Eventually I feel myself back in bed smiling ear to ear. Not only was it an exhilarating LD but it came on a night when I told myself to go straight back to sleep after any awakenings due to my game today and wanting to make sure I get a full night's sleep. My wife did wake me up a little bit just before she left for her day and that may have helped me become lucid as I became a little more awake than I planned to be. This was another right before getting up for the day lucid when I'm normally a little more spaced out. Wake 7:40am Maybe 10 minutes being lucid. #253


Pretty good sleep schedule, day work: RRC, meditating on dreams after wife woke me later morning ~6:40am to aid quicker back to sleep blocking out thoughts of waking life.


Earlier friend of M from 45 minutes north leans against me on couch watching movie on TV. M looks but brushes it off.

Morning of December 16, 2014. Tuesday.

Dream #: 17,529-02. Reading time: 46 sec. Readability score: 60.



I am with my family in an undefined environment, though perceived as indoors. After a short time, I have a false memory of having been in the recent act of setting up something from a special book that is similar to a popup book, though far more complex and with expansion potential (which is not physically feasible - though there are “tricks” that are vaguely similar, such as the “newspaper tree”, “stepping through a card”, and the “polyhedral ball of cards”). I open the book on a table of a lower height.

Two hollow paper cylinders are able to be pulled up from one page (left side of book spread), which seem to imply the legs of a tyrannosaurus. Other paper parts are able to expand out to signify parts of the skeletal system as well as the muscular system. The detail is quite defined and vivid with the subtle impression of Chinese paper lanterns (though again, quite complex and with multiple parts).

There are a few other structures relating to prehistoric scenes that are present. Even though I am not lucid, my focus and ability to “complete” the expansion of these complex paper structures seems “perfect”, with no typical dream distortion of any kind. Even the thinness of the paper does not seem an issue, the shapes remaining as they should.

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