non-lucid

I was driving on a highway with Desirae thinking of why people have been saying I've gotten buffer. I thought maybe it was from the boxes of coin I carry around. I noticed the snow covered mountains in the distance and the river below me. The further I went, the colder I knew the water was. I said "The water is so cold here." I was suddenly swimming in it and doing some underwater obstacle course with Valery. I had trouble going through one and when I did, Valery was blocking the way to the surface. I woke up gasping for air.

I was in one of the work vans going through a tunnel. The brakes on the van weren't working which made me get hit by a train. The van slid and eventually fell into a lake. I managed to get it out by saying some console commands. I drove the van a few more times but it wasn't parking and would just slide.

Dream
False Awakening

I was with Laurie watching one of her kids, which was a fourth she had just had. We were at a mall buying stuff but something happened and we had to go home. We got to Laurie's house at night and the house she now lived in was a big mansion. Something scared her kid and he called 911, which made me run over and hang up the phone. While tucking him in bed, tons of cops started showing up asking about the kid. They thought I did something and started questioning me and doing stuff to me. Eventually, Laurie told the cops to take the kid as I talked to the cops. I was devastated at what was happening and was seeking answers from the cops. I couldn't find a specific cop I was looking for but when I asked a girl, she told me to follow her and she started lighting up the house's inside Christmas decorations. I was surprised and amazed and she started making a cake and some pasta with magic. I woke up and started thinking about the kid in the dream but then I really woke up.

I was in some sort of beach with a lot of little islands scattered around the area. I was with a few people and I swam around. I went back home and saw Nathan and while he was talking to me, I saw someone setting his stuff on fire so I ran and chased the guy. Some security guard helped me and I had 2 of my sigs, one was a paintball gun, the guy finally stopped and I took him down and cuffed him when I saw a cop passing by.

I was at home with a lot of baby rats. I was raising them and one of them wasn't eating, making me worry that she would die.

I was at a college watching the movie God's Not Dead. When we got dismissed, from class, I saw a girl and a guy shooting glass with an AR15. I went down some stairs and since it was taking so long, I decided to just jump down them, doing a parkour roll when I landed at the bottom. After talking to people about the movie, I went upstairs and talked to a guy about his soccer game, asking if he gets paid for his victories. He said yes, that they get paid half. My neck was hurting for quite a while and I kept stretching it.
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Dream
Lucidity

While at work with Adam and Harold, I got off at a McDonald's for a stop. Everything was going bad with the stop and I was getting mad and frustrated, even yelling at the manage because she wasn't telling me where the bags were. I went out to the van and did a reality check. I looked at my watch and it said 6 something. I counted my fingers and counted 7. Confused, I counted them a few more times, still showing 7. I asked a girl what time it was and she said the same time my watch had showed. I jumped up trying to fly but didn't so I went back to the McDonald's and said "This has to be a dream... I recognize all these people." I went through a wall and finally snapped that I was in a dream.

I ran towards the exit and went through a door and through the fence outside. I jumped up and started flying, noticing the nighttime setting. I was in some sort of backyard surrounded by tall buildings filled with graffiti and trash everywhere. As I flew up, I said "I'm going to visit Rena, take me where Rena is!" I started flying even higher and forward, slowly increasing speed. Eventually, I started flying backwards, which made me mad, causing me to wake up.

I'm sitting at the foot of the banquet table at the McKittrick as the Macbeths come down the stairs. They're drunk. Lady Macbeth's laughing, leaning against her husband. There may or may not be others sitting around the banquet table with me - I have a vague impression of shapes in the chairs, but they're insubstantial. I'm not sure how visible I am, for that matter.

Macbeth picks up his lady and carries her to the dais with her legs wrapped around his waist. He takes her to a chair set against the wall, not at the table, and as he lets her go he says something into her ear, much too quietly for me to hear. As he walks away she says, suddenly serious, "I doubt it." He comes to stand over the banquet table, clumsy movements, overconfident attitude. I'm enjoying watching him, and the sense of anticipation.

I was sitting with two women friends (no one I know RL) across a table from the Dalai Lama. One of the women was showing us pictures of a guy she said had just died. The pictures were a vertical strip of three, like those that come out of a photo booth, only larger format, about 3x4 I guess, vertically aligned. What was more striking was the figure in the photos, which didn't look human, but like a skinny reddish angry muppet with an open howling mouth and a shock of hair over its eyes, a bit like Animal but more gangly.

I recognized him at once, though: "That's Kelsang Gyatso," I told the other women. "He's like a dissident, except in relation to mainstream Tibetan Buddhism. It's over some stupid doctrinal dispute." Then I remembered that the Dalai Lama was sitting right across the table and I blushed and apologized, since obviously the dispute was important to him and I hadn't meant to offend. "I just meant it seems stupid to people on the outside."

The Dalai Lama gently admonished me, "It is better not to say things that you might have to apologize for." I felt like retorting, "I know, but I'm not enlightened," but recognized that he was right so I just nodded in acknowledgment.

I was watching a documentary about a movie being filmed somewhere in northern Greenland. (Though it looked nothing like that, in fact the flora looked nothing like earth. In the background were these weird trees with tube-like leaves, and these massive green and red stalks, easily 50 feet tall.

The director of the movie was talking about how these parts were beautiful but the local tribes rumored there to be some kind of wolf demon who lived in the woods. He said that a couple of guys had disappeared though. I began hearing panting and growling like a monster was coming in the background.

I began to hear a low growling/panting noise and I woke up. I looked around all paranoid like a little kid half expecting there to be a giant wolf/monster in my room. I thought about how I once heard that nightmares like this occur because of our primordial fear of such creatures. After a minute, I got past it and went back to sleep.


I had a rather long and extremely dull dream that I had been locked out of my college dorm room. I walked around campus and eventually ran into S. We went to the Cafe and he bought a whole bunch of food and ate it. (So... accurate to RL, he loves food.)

I eventually went to see campus security and pointed out that I couldn't even get back to my dorm. I pointed in the direction that it was supposed to be and there was this huge, old skyscraper with a clock tower where my dorm was supposed to be.

"I can't get back to my dorm, there's a giant skyscraper- Wait."

Lucidity hit me like a sack of bricks. I started to wake up. I told myself I would DEILD. I found myself in a supermarket.

What followed was a really odd semi-lucid dream where I was in a supermarket, but the shelves in the supermarket were phasing between that and a desert canyon. There was a dogfight going on in the canyon between a number of white and black aircraft of various sizes. It was some kind of real-time-strategy game, but I wasn't playing, just observing.

In the end it turned out to be some kind of hologram and I remember the canyon changed back into the supermarket, but all of the tiny aircraft were still there.


I then of course had that FA that everyone hates. You know, the one where you dream that you wake up, get your computer, go on Dreamviews and start typing up the previous dreams. I can remember writing my DJ entry in an odd way, though. I wrote it as this long list trying to keep track of every point that happened in the previous dreams. Also, in the dream I remember writing up one or two more nonlucid dreams that I no longer recall now.

Morning of December 13, 2014. Saturday.



The first part of my dream reveals that an icy winter is in what should be Australia, as the setting is our Barolin Street house, though reflecting an American winter (in reality, it is quite hot here and there has certainly never been deep snow about). There is very deep snow and ice everywhere, unrealistically so as there is implied traffic now and then, which would not be able to get through otherwise (even though cars and trucks apparently go by at times with no implied difficulty - however, this is not fully resolved with actual imagery, which seems to “reset” at least once). The scene seems to be later at night, possibly around nine o'clock. At one point, I stand in the doorway of our porch admiring the winter scene though realistically I would not be able to get to the store should we need food or supplies.

The large black dog from a previous dream (of yesterday) seems to be in this one but not as much as a nuisance. In fact, when I become aware of the potential of it being a nuisance (it seems to have been on our porch for a short time), it runs out into the snow and into an unrealistic rut (I say unrealistic because even though there appears to be a parallel set of ruts as if vehicles had traveled through the snow, the wheels would likely have to be five feet high to clear the snow depth in the middle). Additionally, I am semi-lucid, but not enough to take full control or fully acknowledge I am dreaming, only trying to work out if the dog will be run over, due to the fact that the rut is too deep to get out of should a car or truck suddenly drive by. After a time, I am fairly certain that an approaching truck will get him, though I do not actually see it happen. I am vaguely aware that a snowplow had gone by even though there is no visual evidence that one had.

This brings me to again reflect upon just how oddly distorted (and “illogical”) some dream scenes are. The “too deep ruts” remind me somewhat of when an arm came through a window from outside to annoy me even though I was on the second floor of a house (and how in a much older dream, a giant monster appears outside from around the shoulders up in a first-floor window, implying he would have had to be standing in a deep hole to validate the perspective).

My dream shifts to where an unwelcome visitor is in the house, though at this point, it seems I am in someone else’s home (unknown). The man seems to be a salesman and is holding documents relative to his sales talk, though the seeming resident of the house is in another room. A couple other people are sitting in chairs, though the salesman is standing near an armchair that a somewhat disinterested listener is sitting in. I make a comment about why he thinks he has the right to come into someone’s house and start talking in this manner and trying to get people to buy something they may not need or want. For some reason, I become more annoyed at his arrogance and imposition (even though, again, it does not seem to be my home) and direct small transparent flames from my fingertips to set the documents on fire. Once the fire is burning more of the paper, he hurries out, dropping them, but the fire goes out after completely burning up the documents he was holding.

After this, there is a second scene of fire production where I am outside in a park (seemingly afternoon) and again set fire to some papers someone is holding. In this case, it seems to be a homeless person who is curious about my pyrokinetic ability, though he does not seem to see it as all that unusual. A couple other homeless people appear. I burn more papers, but sometimes notice it takes more concentration to produce a bigger flame.

In a third scenario, I am in some sort of school that vaguely resembles part of my old middle school. An old Chinese man is teaching pyrokinetic martial arts. The rules must be followed as closely as possible. However, at a couple points, someone else has to remind him of something (relative to a certain martial arts move or general task) because he seems to be slightly senile, yet somehow still a powerful teacher. I do a few martial arts moves, on my own as well as with a few younger people, gracefully directing fire from my fingers at the same time as other fluid moves occur (which reminds me vaguely of the recent dream with my wife and a cobra “dancing” in perfect harmony, precisely doing inversions of the other’s moves). There are two hall-like areas with a set of shelves at the end near a more open area. The shelves apparently contain various props for pyrokinetic tasks.

I boil water several different times (in a couple different areas of the building) by sending cylindrical heat rays through all of my fingers at once. This part of my dream is the most vivid. I can even feel a sort of “wind” moving about my hand as well as seeing hollows in the water’s surface where more pressure is blowing down as bubbles appear and I actually hear the water beginning to boil quite clearly. It seems like some sort of competition, though I eventually lose interest and would rather make fire (and burn paper) than boil bowls of water. I mostly use my right hand in all the scenes - or at least it has the most energy to direct my mental intent. I contemplate “burning” the water, but that seems vaguely implausible.

Continuing the martial arts scenario, I burn newspaper pages that are held up by someone else. There is another seeming contest, though one has to go through a specific cluttered hall to get to the room instead of going through another clearer way. This irks me somewhat as I am already losing interest and realize I am only a visitor to the school rather than a long-term student. Being annoyed by having to go around clusters of chairs, I instead rise in the air and fly over that part of the hall, kicking some of the chairs over as I go just to express what I feel is needlessly problematic if one would be walking through the hall. Rather than “perform” more for a visiting audience to give publicity to a school I am not enrolled in, I then fly very fast out of the building, deciding to return home, knocking more chairs over as I zoom out through a window.

Fire and ice has been more common in my dreams of late (at least in combination). In fact, I had just mentioned this type of dream on a forum yesterday, though someone else had started the thread.

December 13, 2014

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More Boring than Homework

I was in a crafts class or homework session of some sort, working on something. I finished the work early, and left. But it was boring, whatever I decided to do, so I went back to the class.



What a Nice House

I was in a foreign place. Or at least a different state. My family was on vacation there. An elderly woman was driving me to the house my family was staying in for the trip, and she said "Was für ein schönes Haus." We pulled up to the house, which was in a large lot. The whole town seemed western-ish, but the house was so out of place.



YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!

I had to call one of my old high school friends, K, to tell him something important. But he never picked up the phone. So I called like five or six times, and finally left a voice mail and as I was leaving it, he answered. I forgot what I told him, but his response was: "YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!?!" He asked what we would do next, and then the dream faded.



Wrong Number

My best friend from high school called my phone, and I was really happy because we haven't talked in a really long time. It turned out she had called the wrong number. I was sad because she sounded really disgusted or something. I asked her to wait a moment and we talked a little, though I'm pretty sure she didn't really want to talk to me at all.



REALLY Don't Wanna Get Up.

I had a false awakening in my room. I sat up, got out my iPad and started reading manga. My roommate walks in, sees me, and says, "wow Kestrel you REALLY don't want to get up do you?"



Turkey and Peacock

Here I actually woke up, fell back asleep, and had a longer dream. I was in a room with one of my students, who has ASD. I had the feeling of being responsible for him, and was trying to get him to fall asleep, for some reason. The room we were in was really bare, and had a dark blue-green feeling to it. It was a bit murky, or so,etching. He eventually fell asleep, and I stood up to leave. As soon as I opened the door, there were tons of people in the hall, leading into the living space. It was like a version of my apartment, but much bigger and with different flooring and walls. My brothers, cousins, some of my students, and other people ranging from age toddler to about 20, were all there. One of my cousins came up to me and said the adults were all out to a party of some sort. We older ones were all supposed to watch the younger ones for the night. Her hair was all curled and up in a prom-do, and when I commented on how pretty it was, she said it was always like this at school.

Two of the people there were actually people I went to elementary and middle school with. They were playing some kind of epic battle game with some of the other boys there, and I tried to cross the "battlefield" without getting too much in their way.

Once crossed, I was at the front door. The room had shifted to be like a larger and slightlyx different version of the Quaker meeting house I attended as a child. I was looking out the windows and big glass double doors, and one of the littler children suddenly said, "look, a peacock!" I hadn't seen one, but when I looked back there was a peacock right there. It was pretty, but also a little plain as far as peacocks go. I look a little to the left and see my craziest cousin outside, trying to get closer to the bird. I try to tell her she'll scare it away, but she is just being her usual wacky self, approaching the bird with weird motions. I see a little further off a turkey Tom.

At first I thought it was all okay but the turkey and the peacock were looking like they were going to fight each other. I called my cousin to come inside, and we watched as the peacock flashed his beautiful feathers to look big and threatening. The turkey also puffed himself out to look bigger. The peacock started pecking amt the turkey, until it ran off. The peacock was alone now, but still looked like it wanted a fight, so I made sure to close the door firmly so it couldn't get inside and hurt any of the children.

Dream 1

I was in a room with a old friend talking about the universe.

Dream 2

I was walking down the street wearing a green coat and a green scarf. Somehow I ended up inside a house where a family was caring for their kids. There was a man there trying to teach a girl with a ruler that supposedly had a special mark on it. There was also a old man there with someone else. I was offering him chocolate covered cheerios I saw from a food channel. I ate some too. Even though I haven't tasted chocolate covered cheerios before it was surprisingly delicious.

Dream 3

I was inside my house and my dad was carving a tree. I asked him what he was making and my cousin said plantains. I thought it was weird that my dad was making plantains with a huge tree( without the leaves)but I didn't say anything about it. After looking at a pan on the stove I heard my other cousin say something really weird. She said to my brother to go downstairs so she could kiss him.

I told her she was being stupid but she just told me to mind my buisiness and went downstairs. After I followed her i saw that the setting was different, sort of blurry and distorted and realized that this was definitely a dream. I decided to look for Eye or Dawn but all that showed up was two annoying dream characters. I thought one of them was Eye and tried to get its attention but it just kept flying around and laughing.

I tried getting away from it when suddenly a girl showed up with the other DC. It began taunting me and tried to scare me by putting needles through me. When the girl saw the needle went through me and didn't hurt she said "hey!! Why isn't it going inside of you?" I I felt good that I could use my dream control to defeat her but than i let a needle stick on me by mistake. She was pleased with this and said "That's better~" I ran out of the house and tried calling for Dawn in the streets. I saw someone running in the distance and ran after the DC.

As we were running up a hill people were singing my name and singing about me trying to find Dawn. When I reached the top everything turned black and numbers appeared. The numbers were 3, 30, 10, 7, 17. Something like that. Than I was watching a scene unfold. A lady entered her bedroom and saw a dirty blonde come out of the sheets where her husband/boyfriend was. She asked if the lady under the covers was cleaning up under there. The dirty blonde said she was just doing her job and left.

After that the scene shifted and I was on a bed in the house. I bit my hands to try to wake up. After I reappeared on the bed though I just decided to stay in the dream. I could hear a Lady screaming at someone in the house. I tried going out a window because the lady sounded scary. At first it didn't work but after a few more trys I was outside. I was in a huge place where people parked their trucks and cars.(Parking lot of a factory maybe) There I saw two men talking about cooking I think or driving and after flying around for a bit I woke up.

Scotland sometime in the 1700s, I'm in the stables brushing a horse and speaking with a young man I've just been riding with. He's about to inherit some position from his father and he's extremely uncomfortable about it, particularly about how little education he's had - less for its own sake, and more to do with how others will see him. The conversation's wandered around a bit on the subject of education, and I've just mentioned Jim, a servant I grew up with in the American colonies who's devoted to learning, more so than anyone I ever knew. Brilliant man. The man I'm talking to asks how much schooling he'd had - none. I feel vaguely ashamed about that, for my home and for myself for not thinking about this when we were younger - Jim certainly would have wanted to go to school and it had never occurred to me to think about that. If he'd been white, he'd almost certainly have gone to a college.

Two dull scenes I'm noting for the character who appears in both - at the end of the previous scene I went to sleep and "dreamed" of a long-haired old man who was a teacher in a modern classroom, who said that the two times are only nine steps apart, so it's silly to make such a fuss. At this point I was fully aware the classroom scene was a dream and had modern memories, but didn't believe the Scotland scene was a dream - I considered the classroom dream a way of communicating with this man while I was in the past. Woke up (really), went back to sleep, and some scenes later I was forging a series of swords - masterpieces. The same old man appeared, this time as the master of the forge, and was so impressed that he insisted I destroy one of them by peeling back layers of metal so he could see the core, see what I'd done.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm reading a letter from an old friend. She's telling me she's spent the last six years in Vienna, and that she's devoting this lifetime (meaning however long this particular identity lasts her) to the study of music. She uses a word that specifically means playing instruments rather than singing, and she says she's giving her voice a break after "those swan songs" in Canada. She's studying the piano, which reminds her of me - she asks if I remember the old spinet I used to play for them.

Scene changes when I think about when and where that had been. There's an image of a little room, dark for just a second, then lit up with this golden light in shapes created by a lantern - this incredibly intricate fantasy scene, silhouettes of people and leaves, and an impression of bars, as if inside a birdcage.

I was playing this odd dungeon-crawler RPG game with a few of my friends. It was virtual reality though, and we were acting out our characters. (S,C,A and S's bro.) And I had the sweetest armor in this game, it looked a lot like daedric armor form Skyrim. I had two swords that looked like daedric swords as well.

I was making my way down into this dungeon where S had been captured. It was pretty typical, torches, collapsed stone ruins, spiderwebs. You get the picture. S was being held in the center of a large cavern and guarded by all of these bandits. A pathway through the ruins spiraled down to his cage and the whole thing was lined with bandit guardians.

I tried to make my way around silently, sneaking up behind the bandits and slitting their throats and what-not. I was doing pretty well for awhile until one of them let out an accidental scream. Bandits started charging me from all around, and I went into a whirly-twirly fighting style, slashing down baddies left and right.

In all of the chaos, C and A repelled down on ropes and let S free. S was this huge hulking panda character for some reason. We had to get out of here. We ran for the exit, but it was different going back the other way.

I came across this room where four women were chained up. They didn't have much clothing, and they told me that they were sex slaves to the bandit clan for years and wanted to be freed. (man, this was a dark RPG game.) I cut the lock with my sword and they ran out. Then a bandit came in and screamed that their slaves were getting away. Then, almost hilariously, dozens of male bandits charged out of the cave after the women who ran off. I told my friends that we should probably kill the bandits, if not for saving the women (Some kind of bonus quest.) , at least for the XP. After all, I'd killed a few dozen of them without taking a scratch.

They seemed insistent that we hide behind this wall though while the bandits continued stampeding out of the dungeon. At least a hundred had to have run past us by now. I kept on urging them that we should fight. They told me that we didn't know how many bandits there were. I wanted to fight, because they were all really low level, like three and four level bandits. Our levels were like 50 or something. I tried to go after them, but C and S held me down. The last thing I recall was that C's character had piercing green eyes. She looked at me with them.


I was having a very odd dream where I was pulling a large metal sled up a hill by the side of my house. There were a bunch of sleeping animals on it, including a cat, a snake, a couple of mice, and a small brown pig from what I could remember. Everything was tinted with an orange-ish light.

I somehow grabbed hold of some really unclear lucidity. (We're gonna use the drunk lucidity color for this dream.) While I was outright lucid, I was pretty tired last night, and I couldn't really think straight.

One of my longer-term goals came to mind, I wanted to manifest my old dream Nemesis, a boy named Jonathan. I wanted to either defeat him or befriend him. I tried to concentrate on that. As I got to the top of the hill, I stopped pulling the sled. There was a shallow pit in the ground surrounded by garden bricks, and he was laying down in it.

Jonathan came to, and he got up out of the hole. Even with my crappy lucidity, I could pick up on the DC's energy. He wasn't the least bit evil anymore. He looked a little bit different too. The bags under his eyes were gone, and his hair was more flat rather than spiky. He had gotten rid of everything in his attire that made him look evil, such as the big silver skull that I remember him having around his neck.

For some reason he wanted to see Manei now. Something along the lines of wanting to apologize for all of the crap that he caused in the past. He apologized to me, first. We then started looking for Manei. I tried going into my house, telling myself that she would be inside, but I couldn't find her.

He asked me why it wasn't working. I told him that it might be because the dream is so accurately recreating my house that I am subconsciously convinced that this is waking life, and therefore have difficulty bringing something I associate with dreams into this reality. I told him that if we could get to a more dreamlike setting, manifesting her might be easier.

I then for some reason a really weird idea. I wanted to try using Dreamspeak to summon her. I didn't know what to say or really why I wanted to try this idea. Blame the unclear lucidity.

"Manei, Kuasen axio sosunsombule."

"What the heck did you just say?"

"I summoned her... I think."

Just then, I picked up on her energy. I could tell she was outside, across the street. We made our way there, and found her. For some reason, she had chosen to appear as an elderly woman.

Jonathan apologized in a short and awkward way. Manei looked at him in a strange, sort of unsympathetic way. I could tell she wasn't really too happy to see this guy. Jonathan eventually said that staying around here would just be awkward, and that he can understand why staying around might not be the best idea after what he did in the past. He told us he was going to leave, and walked off into the sun, where he became blurry and faded away.

I noticed that Manei had some bandages around her arms. I asked her about them and she told me that she had gotten burned attempting some kind of energy transmission with a higher-up. She told me that it had worked, and the burns were mild and just a side-effect. She told me that she had been feeling a lot better since the energy transmission.

So my dream's a little bitty, I've only just started trying to remember them anyway..

I was in my (mum's) friend's house with Jane (who is the said friend), I think this was more of a memory the dream thought up. I didn't register it then but the rooms of the house were set out differently to how they actually are, and her living room had ghastly orange cushions placed on this three seat, brown leather sofa.
This room was important because someone had commited 'suicide', I can't remember if it was supposed to be Jane's boyfriend or his kidnapper (yup, the imaginary boyfriend had been kidnapped not long before) by she and I somehow knew it was a murder meant to look like suicide.

The scene then changed to myself, my mother and two other people attempting to walk down this really steep alley in town, which was flooded or had a lot of water. I remember feeling quite nervous because I was trying really hard not to fall over, we eventually had to cling onto the wall on our right (which in the dream had a huge chunk missing) to get down.
Once we reached the bottom (phew) I asked my mother where Jane was and she told me her friend had gone away for a few months following the incident. At that point I remember wanting never to have seen the horrific scene of the 'suicide' as I'd unknowingly walked into the room, being the one to discover it....
There was something about a neighbour across the road but I can't remember that now, though I think her name was Dani?

And right in the middle there was the random moment where I googled something (all I could see was the screen) and on images I saw the comic book versions of Sam and Dean Winchester.