non-lucid

There's a monk who needs to buy a certain rare, extremely expensive book, and he intends to raise the money by selling off a different rare book. He can't do this himself, so he sends a fox demon to take care of it. She can't read the script it's written in, but she compares the characters he wrote down for her with the characters written on the covers of his books, and she eventually finds the right one and takes it to a fair that's going on. There are many specialists here who'd give her a good price for the book, but she goes to a bookseller she recognizes, a place she's been to many times. This man doesn't know the values of things, so he gives her very little for it - it's the equivalent of buying a book for a dollar when it should be worth millions.

The monk's disappointed - not in her, but because the book's gone and he'll have to start over in terms of raising the money. The fox demon gets annoyed at him for what she perceives as insulting the bookseller - she thinks the bookseller is a very good man, since he's sold her many novels for very little money. The monk is thinking about how much he looks forward to the end of his life, except that he's concerned about how she'll survive.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm speaking German with a man who'd promised to (acquire or translate or something similar) a certain book, but now he's fleeing and has to go back on his part of our deal. I don't really mind.

Two paired images of people on thrones. The first is a blonde woman dressed in gold robes, surrounded by abstract shapes woven out of gold wires, on a balcony overlooking beautiful green fields, rivers, wide blue sky. She's saying, amused, that although she was meant to be associated with style and worldliness, instead "I'm merely back in the desert, healing women at an oasis."

The second, a sad and tired-looking long-haired old man, first in a dark wooden room full of cabinets and herbs, then overlooking a mountain. A pair of ravens leave him and fly up the mountain over a trail, croaking - grey stone, grey skies.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Two fragments:

I'm trying to convince the radio to put out an important broadcast to keep people out of the (either Dallas or Houston) area, it's an emergency, but they refuse to disrupt the normal services.

A man saying to me, "You're afraid that this is the real world. It is. I trust you."

24.11.2014

Cop research (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a long dream that I had no time to write out in the morning, and sadly, been busy all day up to now, dinner time, with little recall left from the dream.

I was teaching psychic abilities to some students at my home.

Something related with two females and I went out with one. There were a lot of cops and they were taking people to jail, people who was on drugs and they would research for drugs. I wondered if they would find drugs in my room, even though I knew I had no drugs at all.

I was visiting jail for some reason and someone threaten me. I found an uzi gun and I pointed at some people, but I had no intents to kill. Cop cars arrived and I wanted to be at peace. Dropped the uzi and told them I was defending myself. They heard to me and they did not press charges.

Morning of November 24, 2014. Monday.

Dream #: 17,507-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



My dream starts with a vague backstory of anger in a grocery store or other business. I am unsure of what had occurred. An unknown man with whom I seem to have been annoyed comes out to shake his fist at me. I fly away to relax. I rise slowly, gaining more speed as I fly above the streets.

I land in Northside La Crosse, within a few blocks south of the Loomis Street house. A tornado approaches from the northwest. I walk into a narrow alley with tall buildings adjacent to each side (a fictitious setting). The twister seems sentient as it turns to approach my location, but I feel unthreatened. It cannot come into the narrow alley. The wind is strong but does not harm me. I stand near the end of the alleyway, enjoying the realistic sensations. It eventually “decides” to leave the area to move west up the street. (I am instinctually aware I am controlling it.)

I decide to check up on my relatives who live in the area without recall that most of them had died. The street is instead a bridge of about ten feet high. I walk across it to instinctually vivify my imaginary physicality. What looks like huge cooked spaghetti strands, about the size of sections of garden hose, cover the lawns. They are supposedly the physical remnants of the tornado.

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Before full wakefulness, I recall a comic book story (possibly from “Spooky The Tuff Little Ghost”) featuring a tornado made of spaghetti.

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This is an older dream that im moving from my old profile onto this one.



I have had this dream quite a few times. It almost like an RPG, but a little more than that. My "party" and i have to transport some object inside the lair of the main enemy, and it always proves rather difficult. I'm not sure what happens when we get the object in their, i haven't ever completed it. There is a sort of World Map, if you will. That is how you move about in the dream, and If an enemy is able to make contact with you, it turns into a battle scene, and you must fight. Very similar to FFVIII. As i stated, it really seems like an RPG, but it was as real as real gets in the dream.

Proper music for this dream:


Characters: There was me, for starters. I had on a mix of robes and Long sleeve wear. Black and gold colorered, i wielded a halberd / Naginata mix. I had the ability to summon a horse for a few short moment. there was another girl, but i cannot remember what she did or who she was, un-fortunantly she died rather early on. There was a Manticore type of thing with us, he was strong and silent. And there was another male, but i can't remember him at the moment either...

This was basically me, but my naginata only had a blade on one end, and the pole itself was a bit thicker.


The castle sits atop a mountain. My team and i have made it close to the enemies main Lair. We just have to get a bit further...it's been so tough getting here. It seems as though we have to climb up these walls to progress. The walls are almost arranged in a stair like fashion. There is dynamite attatched to a part of each of the walls, and in order to progress, you have to blow a piece of the wall to get through and up. We had managed to be stealthy, but it seems as though we have no choice now. I had our Manticore friend try to jump up walls (he had great jumping abilities) to see if he can distract and bring some of the enemies down to us, or to lead them near the part in the wall that would explode.....

We end up fighting our way past enemies and managing to get through all the walls. The last one had an entrance into a room with a bunch of ropes.The ropes all lead up to the same point. We climbed up the ropes, and found ourselves atop a very skinny walkway, which eventually led to a small cliff / basin on the side of the enemies castle. There was an endless drop off of the walkway, leading back down to the base of the mountain i presume. It was too foggy to see very far down. (this entire fortress is on the top of a mountain.) There where two opponents over there, and they didn't look like any goons to me. We began to move down the walkway towards the area. Not suprisingly, one of them spotted up. She ran up top one the ledges, and grabbed something off a pedestal. Then, i'm not sure what she did, but the walkways started to rumble. Uh Oh. We ran as fast as we could, as the walkways started to collapse. Myself, the male and female managed to make it to the end of the walkway. The Manticore was having trouble...the walkways where already falling around us, he was jumping from piece of falling debris to piece of falling debris. I looked him in the eye, and that moment was enough to communicate was was going on. He was sorry, and wanted us to continue on without him and that he will be okay....The last piece debris fell, and he stayed on top of it, riding it down into the abyss. I called out his name as he fell....it was very sad. I was close to him. From remorse, to anger. A seething rage built up in me, they would pay. One of my collueges said my name, and i turned around to be facing the 2 girls. As i thought, these women where no mere goons. I didn't know who they where, but they seemed powerfull. They where both taller than all of us, maybe 8 or 9 ft. One had black hair and oen had blonde hair. Their skin was not human. It was a mix of purple and dark blue...the colors fading into themselves all over thier bodies. They appeared to have some kind of natural armour.




...One of the them charged us. She was fast. She stabbed the girl that was with us. Put her fist right through her. Shit, we need to move...The male with me starts running towards the upper cliff, one of them follows him. I hope he will be okay. Now this one is left just staring at me...I haven't moved from the cliff. This is a 50/50 chance i can pull this off....i get in a defensive position, trying to make it seem like i'm going to fight her here. She remains still for a moment, but i remain cool so as to not expose my plan. Finally, i notice a few muscles in her leg move ever so slightly. Yes, it worked! i side step, and just as i did, she dashed right to the edge of the cliff, right where i was standing. she looks rather confused, and is trying not to fall. I'm behind her, and i say into her ear , "say hi to -insert manticore name here- for me." And i kick her right off the cliff. Good riddance. I look over to see my male friend attempting to fight the other one, but it's too much for him. He is killed....i sigh to myself....all of my friends are dead...this is not going well....suddenly i spot that pedastal one of them was at earlier. I begin making my way up to it. Un-fortunantly, the demonic girl didn't forget about me. Thankfully, my friend had led her a bit of ways away. She was fast, and closing distance even faster. I ran to the pedastal. There was on orb on the ground..it was clearly in the pedastal before. I pick it up and scan for a way out of here real quick. There are two large doors at the base of the castle...with a small hole in the middle of them. About the size of the Orb. Right...i get it....i began running towards the door at full sprint...the demonic was getting rather close now...too close for comfort...and there was...more? shit. I would never make it to that door before they caught up to me...unless....
I still had an ability left, another trick up my sleeve. I could summon a war horse, but only for short amounts of time, and it had a rather long "cooldown" (inb4 smite, yeah, this probably where it comes from) . I summon my war horse and begin riding very fast towards the door. Those things are not able to keep up. as soon as i reach the door i jump off and the horse fades into the night. I put the orb in the door, and it creaks open. I remove the orb, and slam the doors shut. I turned around, and i was in the some kind of dining hall in the bottom of the castle....i stopped for a minute to dwell on all the sacrafices up until this point. I sigh to myself, and begin my journey into the castle.....

and they dream fades as i start walking. I've had many dreams trying to infiltrate this castle. And i never seem to quite get in there....very frustrating.

I was laying in bed and I eventually let my mind go. For some reason the first thing that I thought of was my college bathroom. I am in my college dorm bathroom but everything is backwards, along the wrong wall. A nose pinch just to confirm it. Oh, yeah, I just dropped. I've only done this twice before. It's basically like a WILD but it happens right when you go to bed.
I thought for a moment about my lucidity. Feels nice and strong.
I can't recall exactly what happened, but I was messing around with my dream appearance. For some reason my eyes were changing colors and drifting into comedic positions on my face; like my cheeks and the top of my forehead. I eventually used a voice command to stop my eyes from doing this. I spent a long time staring at my reflection in the mirror.
I was thinking about how I look so odd in dreams. I was thinking about how I wound up looking like this in my dreams, with eyes that don't match. For some reason my orange eye was hazel.
I was able to play around a little bit with the length of my hair too. I made it really short and really long. My hair was also black, rather than brown like it is IWL.
I played around with my face a little more. I for some reason managed to change into an Asian boy who looked a little like me, and then an Asian girl with a ponytail. For some reason I thought it would be funny to run around the dream-world like this.
I recall at least twice I almost lost the dream, and tired to save it by throwing on the faucet and drinking cold water.
I went to the door to leave, and told me that it would take me somewhere that I wanted to go. I opened it and found myself in a park in a beautiful tropical destination. It was surrounded by stucco condos on all sides, save for some gaps. There were a couple of yellow concrete high-rises in the distance, and a huge ringed planet in the sky.
"Man, I am on a roll tonight!"
I explored the area for a little bit, and didn't really find anything all that interesting. There were some flowers in the park area and some exotic plantlike, but nothing too memorable. I wanted to see if I could find Manei or Marcus anywhere. I just couldn't. My mom and dad appeared and asked me if I wanted to watch the rocket launch.
I tried to fly at one point, but I couldn't get the flying to catch. I felt too heavy. I decided it wasn't worth my energy and gave up rather quickly.
Just then I saw a bunch of men pulling on ropes and they raised a long, thin, white rocket with a single man sitting in a chair on top. The rocket narrowed slightly as it went up and had at least a dozen stages. I questioned how a rocket like that would function. I decided not to focus too much on the thought and laid down some stabilization, reminding myself that I was lucid dreaming.
I decided to focus on what I had come here to do, get answers with Manei, help her if possible. I saw a beautiful beach-side manor with a glass wall showing the front room and decided that would be Manei's house. I went up and knocked on the door.
A middle aged man and two identical women came to the door. I asked for Manei. He said that she was in the back, sleeping. One of the women reminded him that if I came, it was okay to wake her up. They led me into her bedroom in the back. It was a total dump.
I jumped up onto the end of her bed and perched on like a ninja on one of the posts.
"Well this is just a little ironic"
"Zzzzz! Huh? What? *sees me* Oh, I know why you're here! What happen last night. (That was two nights ago, but I know what you're talking about.) That was not mistake! I not sick or sad or anything. I test you right, but you fail. You take many test, pass all but that one!"
"Wait, you only formally told me that you tested me one time..."
"Yes, that was lucid test, that was first test. I test you many times between then and now, just not tell because it part of test, all pass, looks very good, yeah."
(You're not going to be passing an English test anytime soon. That or maybe she was speaking this way to get to the point faster. In that case you are a genius, Manei. )
"What was that test on, anyway? Emotions? Judgement? Compassion?"
"No, but it was in that category."
"What is the purpose of all these tests anyway?"
-A long ramble that I didn't bother to remember, the dream faded despite me banging my hand on the base of her bed trying to stay in the dream. I was more focused on hanging on to the dream than listening to what she was saying. Something to do with 'higher ups' and these dream tests that we have been participating in.
"...These tests very hard, most people no pass first time. The reason they hard is dream guide and dreamer must work together. Some time problem with dream guide; some dream guide mean. No appear for dreamer, no want to work hard for them, or think dreamer too stupid, not worth their time. They dream guide; if dreamer stupid, their job to make them wise. Job as teacher look easy, not easy if done correctly. Have to work as hard as student, sometimes harder.
Sometimes dreamer, too violent, always want fights, or, sometimes sex, sex, sex, all they want. Even if dream guide try and teach, no pay attention; dreamer have thick head. Most of the time; problem with both dreamer and guide. In order for us to pass through together we have to trust each other completely and give all our effort"
I was in a black void by the time she finished that last sentence. I paused for a moment and could see a rectangular white light in the upper right hand corner of my vision.
"I want to wake up right now!"

I false awoke into my college dorm. I did a nose pinch, but it didn't work for some reason. I started shuffling around in the dark looking for my laptop to log onto DV. Somebody had left the door open. Around the time I was booting up my computer I woke up for real.

Well... wow. There are really two ways of looking at this. One obviously just being my subc trying to explain the weird stuff that Manei has been doing in recent weeks or the other that I really am being tested by some 'higher ups'.
Both the spiritual and scientific interpretation of this are equally terrifying.

My biggest question is 'What happens now?' This storyline is obviously gonna play through one way or another. am I going to take the same test again? Or another one? Or have to start over? Or maybe I'll just pass anyway because I'm that awesome.

Another question is, the lucid barrier. That was put there to train/test me, but I managed to damage it. Is that cheating? Well if it is; too bad, so sad. I'm f*cked. I should probably admit that I did that.

I managed to get back to sleep after this. The dreams it yielded were not lucid, though. I recall reading something that was chiseled into boulders that were thrown into the lake behind my house. There were hundreds of them, filling the lake
I was then talking with some girl on a bike about song lyrics by Infected Mushroom.

There was also something to do with my Taekwondo studio.

This is a reoccurring dream.

One of the first things I remember was that I was somewhere near PEPE and there was a rally going on. I had a feeling that I was parking a car, but in fact I parked a knife... the old grey knife that we used to have in the kitchen. Strange. I parked it near some bushes.

Then I went up where the cars were racing. I cannot remember whether I saw any, but I think I did.

Next thing I know, I am on a cross motorbike riding across the fields behind Drzkov. There are two girls on horses. I think I knew them at the time, but cannot remember now. I am sure one of the horses is the old, nasty Magda - Popelnice s artrozou. They start racing me and I am somewhat slower than them. I now that this is not my bike and that my bike is stronger. With mine I could have outrace them.

NEXT

I am at home with my sister. There is no one else. Suddenly I hear some noises from the attic. Steps in fact. I look at my sister, and we exchange looks such that we know we have to go and look what it was. I take a knife... again the old grey knife. I walk in to the lobby and the door upstairs slam closed! We both jump and are little frightened. My sister a lot. I start walking up the stars and I can feel my sister shaking violently.

Then I think to myself, how am I going to walk in without the person attacking me, or kicking the knife off my hand? (at this moment I wake up a little bit... but I go back to sleep as I want to finish this).
I call some friend that I know has a pack of wolfs or dogs or so. He then walks up the stairs, the wolfs are all excited and ready to attack pulling the leeds.

I wake up....

Lots of little scenes, most forgotten, nothing epic.

+ close up 3rd person of "me" with my beard and weird mustaches, looking for grey, I see the moment a few greys appear. Lasts a minute or two, I'm really amazed at my long dark brown wide mustache blowing in the "breeze" of my breath. I'm amazed that is me, there's no grey whatsoever in that beard/moustache. Close up of throat with scraggly beard, also no grey at all, then "ah HA" there appears some grey, that's the moment it started.

+ in a bar, can't think of anything to ask for so I ask for a "bud". Was part of some adventure, I knew the bartender, who was satisfying some debt he had with me by giving me this beer.

+ Standing at the vending machine, I think some jello is coming, there's a large white rectangular dispenser area, I look into it and see some juices running down from the insides of the machine, I think this is the jello juice and imagine the machine is somehow preparing it. My attention is drawn to a window a few feet away where I want to get a paper plate for my jello, otherwise I'd need to use my hands, but some people are walking by and I don't want them to step up to the machine to take or to breathe on my jello. Back to the machine it produces a large , it dispenses a big plate of light colored jello (with whipped cream?) I gather my jello feast up into my arms and walk off to eat it, some people are commenting on a my jello, something about a black announcer on the TV?

+ I'm sitting towards the left end of a long breakfast table, I sense this is my large family's breakfast table. It's my turn to clean up, everyone's getting up to leave and I'll have to gather all the dishes myself, I say "what about your dishes?" in a foreign language. I'm piling plates on top of each other and utensils on top of the plates. My brother-in-law is joking that my younger son was sitting in front of a beer and that my son was playing with the foam head on the beer (blowing it away, poking at it), I think my son wouldn't be sitting with a beer. Moving towards the opposite end of the table, someone says "Is that Hilary Clinton in the garden?". A woman is being bossy giving me directions on exactly how to clear the dishes and carry them outside where they need to go, I'm really annoyed at her directions and cut her off, saying "Why not just DO IT and be done with it, rather than talk endlessly about it, just DO IT" and I gather up piles of mugs stacked high and take them out.

+ I'm sitting in a chair, a female (my wife?) is naked and bent over with her "stuff" directly in my face so I dive in orally. I quickly detect something hard that shouldn't be there and pull out a little chunk of baby carrot. I get deja vu, I think this happened before, earlier (maybe it did?). I then dive in again with vigorous tongue action and she starts to moan.

I'm driving in traffic quickly it's dark outside and hard to see out the window (rain?) and I almost change lanes into another car which I saw at the last minute so I move over to the right lane but this means I will miss the turn, I'll have to make a u-turn and come back.

I'm in some building on a bike I think I'm in my college University?

I feel like I'm on N-side on Eu ave in B near the U, I'm thinking about a casual female friend. I will go to see her, she works(?) around here it will be a surprise, but I will not ask her if she's seeing other guys, because that's her business, but will she think that because I'm not asking her about other guys that means that I'm seeing other girls? Walking on the sidewalk up a hill while thinking this. Come to a tight corner, walk around some people who are avoiding the black girl lying down with her naked legs sticking out into the walkway, I step around her and look and see she's guarded by a black labrador dog with "Japanese eyes." I see also right there two petite college girls resting, their clothing is completely soaked, they must have been playing (frisbee?) in the fountains.

I'm on a bike, and I realize I don't have my helmet on, that's not good. I'm heading over to Sol. avenue? (audio only) Some feminists are talking about a fundraising problem, they've discovered that some of their donors's money came from pornography. There are white snakes of slime on the ground and I'm riding over them, I get some snail slime on my left hand and I'm trying to wipe it off on the ground as I walk/ride.

11/23/14 Earlier dreams including playing some great music on a nice sound system and navigating a train platform with actual local trains being announced. After a late WBTB I have an FA in my actual sleeping location and soon find myself coming off of a train platform again and I realize I am dreaming. I think it may have been the odd transition from sleeping location FA to train platform after a brief moment of confusion. I am looking down a long street toward a largish group of people sitting on some benches along the road at the cross street of a T-intersection. I initially have some more adult ideas and I am flying that way not too high and not too fast and drop back down and walk up the people for the last 10-20 yards. I see it is mostly families and I drop the adult ideas. (What is up with this more tame me?) I walk up to one of the ladies and convince her to let me hold her 1 year old girl after some dialogue back and forth and had to use some Jedi mind trick type dialogue to close the deal. The baby is cute but is squirming around too much and give her back and I move to the lady with the 3 year old and have to do some convincing again to be able to hold her. I am surprised how much heavier she feels in the dream. The dream seemed to replicate the difference between the two girls quite well. I make baby faces at the girl playing with her for a bit and then hand her back over and start to look around and think about what I want to do next and lose the dream. Kind of short. I should have had some goals in mind but have kind of let goals slip into the back seat lately. Like yesterday I am able to float back to sleep with some interesting HH's including one of a gorgeous woman turning to look at me and her hair flowing. 237

Night 4 of "meditating" on my dreams and continuation of day practices adding silliness to up attention to my RC and RRC's. During WBTB I keep a little more sleepy/dreamy and don't stay up long but stay awake a while in bed keeping the focus simply on my previous dreams with the occasional MILD-like affirmation...usually one or two thoughts only which seems to allow me to float into HH's with some light awareness. Once again immediate waking life showing up in my dreams though I guess FA's more commonly do that.

I'm walking in the garden, mentally composing a letter. When I'm ready to start putting it down, I go to where I've left my portable writing desk. There are a few bees hovering around it, interested in the vine I left it under. I'm thinking about moving it somewhere I won't disturb the bees, but then I see an envelope that's been left on top of it.

The letter inside is written in classical Chinese. I have no difficulty understanding it, but rather than actually reading the letter, I'm thinking about the woman who sent it - even without seeing her name, there's only one person who writes to me in this language. I'm seeing a mental image of the two of us walking through a rough stone tunnel next to water, with light reflecting off the water, rippling patterns reflected on our faces.

That was a memory, but the next image I see is the present, through her eyes, something that can sometimes happen when I'm thinking about her. She's looking at a painting of a woman I think of as a saint, with an image of a dragon behind her; then her vision moves up to the ceiling, as if she's falling back. I see an image of a pile of roses turning to ash, and my connection to her is gone - not just this vision, but the connection of our blood is gone. She's dead.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a man who's been sent back in time, and now several other people who've gone back to rescue him. He'd been involved with the woman leading the rescue team. They've just met up now, and very nearly attacked each other - both of them sneaking around a fortress, trying to avoid being seen. Having sorted it out, it seems he's working together on a mission with a woman from this era, and fallen in love, and has no interest in going back to his original time period. He's just broken her out of a cell in this fortress. The woman who came back to rescue him is thinking it was foolish to chase his spirit into the past when she had his (something) in the present.

The scene transitions to a modern-day park; that man was brought back to the present against his wishes, but so was that woman from the past. They're spending time in the park with their infant son, distracted and unhappy.

My attention shifts to other people in the park, a group discussing magic, specifically one man mentioning a "listen and learn" spell with leaves, as a second step for those just starting to work with trees. He describes trees in general as "a bit froggy, though."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A private performance of a show based on Frankenstein. The 'bride' character speaks beautifully; the 'creation' character is silent, and his hands are bent backwards at the wrist as if they've been broken. When he'd been alive, he'd been the doctor's student or lover or something close.

All of my teeth were falling out dream. I started to become lucid and I woke up.

I found a crayon that had the name of my old high school crush on it. I 'remembered' that she had a set of crayons with her name printed on them; they were a special present from someone. I was trying to figure out if I should keep it or send it to her.

I don't recall much now. I remember traveling in a van with my boyfriend and a few other people, it was outfitted for the impending apocalypse. We stopped at a gas station and we met with some people who were also in a survival group. One of them was a country man, tall with reddish hair under a dirty cowboy hat, a red plaid shirt and grimy jeans. I went into a different room of the gas station, a living area. I'd been trying to get the man's attention. At the beginning of the dream he seemed like another person from far away. Strong. Charismatic. He's seated at a small round table, I approach him. His accent is distinctly unappealing, it makes him sound uneducated. And his teeth are all fucked up. The teeth are jagged, uneven and brown. I'm pretty sure he was chewing tobacco, too.
He propositions me. For just a moment I start to go along with it, he gives me a smug look and comes over to me. I'd been getting in his personal space all day, like I'd been asking for it.
I wonder what the hell I'm doing, since my boyfriend is in the other room sleeping. We haven't had sex in a long time though and the lack has left me wound tight.

I decide I'm being a moron and tell the man it's a bad idea to do this. He molds his body against my back. I'm short, so my shoulder blades are against his abdomen. For a moment I am lust-stricken. Why? Because my subconscious is jerk and any DC that even shares one feature of Liam's (in this case, the red...ish hair and his height) makes me want to jump his bones. He whispers something in my ear, asking me if I'm sure I want to walk away. I think about his gross mouth, and wonder if it would be rude to tell him not to kiss me on mine, then my restraint kicks in and I step away.
"You know where I am, if you change your mind." He says. Eeeeeeeeeee.

There was something about a person giving me a spray bottle full of liquid, but if I pulled the trigger the contents would spray out wet, but dry instantly as a thin layer of snow. I was really amused, and showed everyone I came across, "Hey guys, look at this neat thing I found!" there was also a pen that did the same thing.

Something about rushing back to the van and closing the doors, and how the back part of the van was all thick metal, like a vault, and that we had outfitted the thing to provide us with oxygen. Some calamity had deprived the world of air. Fun.

I say this every time but I haven't posted in forever. I've been having really vivid dreams lately and I think it's from the new vertigo med I'm on. I'm really enjoying them, although they can be a bit strange. And I can never remember them when I wake up. So I'm just going to post this one since it was.. umm... yeah.

don't remember the beginning of this one. All I remember was walking into the bathroom and finding an old friend in the bathtub trying to drown herself. I ran towards her as fast as I could but it was like slow motion. I jumped in the tub and pulled her out and put my arms around her. She was crying. "It's alright," I kept saying. I yelled for x friend to tell friend in bathtub's mom and I think she did. Sometime after that she was feeling better and we were hanging out doing something I can't remember. Eventually her mom came.

well I suppose I'll post another one from last night. I was in Walmart searching for Christmas presents for everyone. I found a bunch of cheap Knick Knacks for TPLSG goodie bags and a fish book for my dad. Then there was a race starting for people to pick up things for a dollar, which was mostly candy. The race started and I got a huge bag of m&ms for that price. It was a steal. The end.

11/22/14 I will see if I can do a written DJ entry in a quick way...trying to find a good balance. This "meditating" on my previous dreams seems to bring much more of my immediate waking life into the coming dreams somehow but it's only been three nights in a row so it's hard to tell if it could be some other cause and hardly conclusive. Leaving out some non-lucids should help speed it up.

I am on the couch with my wife and we are cuddling and getting more frisky and we have a blanket and while I wasn't looking she removed all her clothes and I knew what was next. The visuals and the vividness are quite good with very enjoyable sensations. <snip********************************************* ************************************************** ***************************>. Next we hear the keys in the front door lock and my wife rushes to get up and brings the blanket with her and runs around to the hall to hide leaving me with just my hands to cover up. I find my underwear and put them on. My son comes through the front door. As I greet him I hear a hair dryer going in the back corner room which, in hindsight, the layout seems most like my childhood home. The sound is coming from the bathroom in the master bedroom and no one should be in there. I ask my son if he knows why there would be a hair dryer going in there, did he use the hair dryer in there but that wouldn't make sense why would it come on by itself as this whole situation seems more supernatural...I get the thought that I can't believe this is not a dream. As I carefully head that way to see if there is an intruder or ghosts or what, my mother in law comes out of the bathroom and it is explained supposedly. I wonder what she is doing here though. I decide to do some state checks as we all head to an eat-in kitchen area that is in the place where the wall used to be between our kitchen and living room. I try to float and it feels like I'm doing it a little bit but I start to doubt...could I just be imagining the sensation really well right now. I do finger into my palm and my palm is solid but I know that many times the dream will create that scenario and decide to push my finger harder and I am amazed as I can see the skin on the back of my hand pushing out in the shape of my finger. But then again I wonder have I ever pushed this hard...can I actually see the shape of my finger on the other side of my hand if I do it this hard in waking life? I then decide to do a floating back flip and this convinces me enough to say OK then I can remove my underwear this is definitely a dream. I look over at my son who has a normal waking life reaction like "you are crazy what are you doing" but then I look at my wife and she has a "go ahead, whatever" look on her face and that is all the confirmation I would ever need! Unfortunately all this buildup, and then full confirmation in my mind, kind of felt like a strong emotional moment and I think it woke me up or I was just coming to the end of REM anyway.

I had several lucid just before waking moments after this that I won't count. 236

Dream 1

I was in a huge building with my dad and I think I was taking my mom's bag of Candy somewhere. I somehow ended up at my living room though and my brother pulled out a sock like tube thing. He asked me if I thought it was cool.Than a small gooey gray monster thing with one huge eye popped its head out of it. I told my brother that thing was ugly and to get it away from me. But my brother insisted and told me to look into it's eye. It than jumped out and started to chase me. I kept telling my brother to stop it but he just told me to write what I liked about it.

It stopped chasing me though when I stomped on it.It splattered into lots of blobs and died. I than appeared in my brother's room downstairs. There were like 3 other DCs next to me. One of them showed me a cool book that could play a animation test page. I said it was awesome and than he started talking about how his wife divorced him because she didn't like him talking to imaginary beings. The other guy laughed than comforted him and I said it was a good thing to have a imagination.But than someone on the phone called and I had to answer it. It was my uncle's wife complaining about something.


Dream 2

As I was falling asleep I started seeing a image of a snow setting and someone shoveling. But at some point I appeared in a room where there was a little girl. She was whispering to me as I lay on the bed.I think she was trying to scare me. I just pushed her aside though and went to look for Dawn. I remember running into a little trouble in the dream but eventually resolved it. I was now walking upstairs looking for a phone. I wanted to give a shot at calling Jade's other dream guide Marcus.

I found a phone and started thinking of Marcus as I pressed the call button. A guy on the phone answered " Hi. This is Marcus your guide into the spirit realm or past life. How may I help you?". I asked him If I could see him in person and he said " O.k. prepare to be transported from the dream in 3...2...1..." As he was counting a green screen with a clock sound and Jade's avatar in the middle of the screen appeared than I was lifted and transported into a room with a portal.

When I appeared in the room I was sitting down on a chair and was surrounded by lots of random people. They were trying to scare me with their ghost like features and a headless man even appeared in front of me, rotating and moaning. At first I closed my eyes but than opened them and shouted that I wasn't afraid. I stared at them all eye to eye. Than a loud party popper went off and everyone started to cheer. The room got brighter and someone sat me near a T.V of my mom making my brother(Who was like 3 or 5 in the video) tortillas.

I said that I had a feeling that could have been a real memory but than decided to just forget about it. I than walked up to a few guy DCs who showed me the cute morphed pets they had. My favorite was the yellow and black stripped fluffy dear thing that came up to me in the window. I petted it and it felt like I was petting my dog Max. But suddenly another animal that looked like ram came up to me. I was about to pet it but one of the guy DCs told me not to. It bit me in my leg and ripped a piece of my flesh.

The guy laughed a bit and said the animal wasn't friendly with humans and that I should be careful. I looked as another guy DC pushed the violent animal back into the yard and threw fire at it. It burned but didn't seem dead. It just was moving around in a calmer manner. I got up than asked where Marcus was. The guy DC laughed and said " Marcus didn't come. You know how kinky humans get around others." I was like "Seriously!? I'm going to call him again." I started looking for a phone and ended up outside in a place packed with lots of people.

A boy who looked somewhat italian came up to me and grabbed my hand as if he was going to show me something. As we were walking I could feel the vividness increasing and asked him something. But he dissapeared as soon as I let got of his hand. I decided to continue looking for the phone after that.

I pressed call, thought of Marcus and supposedly he answered." Why didn't you come?I had another question to ask you!" Marcus replied saying " Oh, you did? Sorry about that. What was it you wanted to ask me?" I thought about it more and asked him what he thought about human connections or something like that.There was no answer though."Hello?" I said trying to bring him back but there was no response. I assumed he hanged up and found my question stupid. I kept walking through the city and found a cute yellow parrot near a barber shop. I was going to pet it but woke up.

I was in a small shop when blood dripping from overhead stained the white shirt I was wearing. I looked up and I could see small circles of blood pooling and dripping down from from the ceiling in two separate places. Where could it be coming from? The explanation that seemed most likely was that the vampires were leaving their victims on the roof again. If so, I was going to be very annoyed, because sometimes it was days before anyone found them and by then they were going bad. I wondered if I should go up and check, but remembered that there was somewhere I needed to be shortly so I would have to hurry home to shower and change my shirt.

Back home, I had sufficient awareness to notice that the place looked unfamiliar (like most of my dream places, it resembled nowhere I've been in RL), but then I remembered that we had just moved here. I walked around admiring the new house: it was much more spacious than the last one, and had great atmosphere. For instance, in my room there were places where tree roots were growing down over the wall, creating beautiful lattice patterns and giving the room a pleasant rustic feel. I remembered my last landlord was always paranoid about tree roots growing near the house, but in this case their growth had been shaped in such a way that they formed a wonderful symbiosis with the architecture. There was a shallow pond my room too, unless I'm remembering a different room, and some kind of fish or crustaceans living in the pond.

I found my mother in the yard just behind the house. She was engaged in some kind of task, using a tree stump as a base to scrub the blue pigment off of some pieces of paper (as far as I could make out) and wanted me to come help. I also noticed a little pool or pond in the backyard that I thought I should take a closer look at when I had more time. But it was already 11am and I needed to be at my next engagement by 11:30, which barely left me time to take a shower. My brother came out to help my mom instead, so I excused myself and went back inside the house.

I passed a room that was entirely filled with an inground swimming pool, leaving just enough floorspace to walk around the edges. I gazed down into the water and was surprised how deep it was. I think my dad was in the room; I remember asking about the depth and then noticing the large black numbers marked on the side of the pool that confirmed his answer: eighteen feet. I reached down to touch the water and was delighted by how warm it was. This was much better than an outdoor pool because we could use it year round! And it was the third body of water I'd seen in the house so far. "I'm really starting to like this house!"

There was more but my recall gets vague after that. One thing to note, though: this dream was little more than a concatenation of dream signs! Mother, father, brother, unfamiliar house, no less than three bodies of water—somehow I went from one to another in a state of total obliviousness, and yet the dream kept throwing them at me as if to say, "Erm, excuse me. Hey. Hey! Notice anything?"