non-lucid

There were high speed rail lines in these giant tubes that linked cities together. They were built above the roads inside the cities and above bridges. Out in rural areas these tubes were just on the ground instead. I was given a birds eve view of the layout of this tube system as if I was hovering above and panning out. Now, I was on one of these trains and we had to stop them before they finished their system to rule over the land. This train was going fast too. The task I was given was to find a key symbol of theirs used as a passcode. It happened to be on the train. This symbol happened to be engraved on this tablet that was 3 foot tall by 2 foot wide and a few inches thick. Even though there were guards nearby, I managed to open a floor hatch. Then flipped the tablet over with my foot, causing it to go through the floor opening. I made a note of where I had kicked it out, near this overpass. I was pretty sure the guards were mad that I did this, but somehow I escaped from them before they got me.

The dream scene changes, and now I'm with my team searching for the tablet in the area I had kicked it out. We had to be careful, they just happened to have security cameras next to the overpass. One of our team did find it, then we had to run since I think we were discovered by their security system.

We met up at this old factory/warehouse where we found that some other of our team members had broken their computer code and had developed a virus to attack their computer system to take it down. Our virus was put on a music cd and smuggled to us so we could analyze it. It was chopped up and encoded into the blank areas between the music tracks. I watched as they de-ciphered the hidden chunks. Before we could go further, we had to cover our tracks we were there. I helped move these pallets of inventory around the factory to do so. As we finish up one of the ladies catches my eye and I was checking her out. The dream fades out though and ends.

Though this dream was a non-lucid, it was pretty cool anyways. This dream turned out to be more exciting than what I could have come up with lucidly, lol. The timing of this dream happens to coincide with the annual Guy Fawkes "remember 5th of November" thing, weird.

1.
Cullen was a Red Templar, glowing red like the one in the Gameplay Features – Choice & Consequences video that I recently watched.

2.
I’m driving, heading somewhere, but I’m lost. I look at a ‘map’, and the street I’m looking for, my old house on Renee Lane, is marked with a blue line.

Gap.

I pull out from where and am nervous because I have to drive in a procession with other vehicles. The car is so big (or I am so small) that I can’t reach the pedals. I get down and press the gas with my hands and somehow rev the engine at the same time.

I do my usual insane dream driving and there’s a wreck. But not caused by me for once! It seems that the people in the car at the front jumped out.

Gap.

A group of people are set up on the side of the road recovering and stuff. Apparently I had to replace my shirt. I saw one that might be mine and put it on. Then I looked down and realized it wasn’t. It was black and had some kind of writing on it. I had somehow managed to grab my ‘boyfriend’s’ shirt.

Gap.

Mom’s showing me a book that’s supposed to be familiar. It says “Yellow _?_” on the front and it’s the second book in a series.

Inspirations: On the last episode of Z-Nation, a guy jumped out of a morgue vault and pretty much killed himself. For the book, I’ve been looking at a lot of books in the last week.

Side-notes: I still find it amazing how many little things throughout the day make it into my dreams. I wonder if I put some special notice into them or what? Just been thinking of the implications and ideas to do with it.

(I was attempting to complete Hukif's Lucid Dare; challenging me to fight Spider-Man, without the aid of Lucid Powers. After waking up and doing a few brain-teasers, at about 5 a.m., I went back to sleep with the intention of finding and fighting Spider-Man.)

10/27/2014
Fragment One
Untitled
I was at an outdoor festival with friends. A specific girl I was chilling with was absolutely gorgeous (tall, exotic, dirty-blonde hair. Reminded me a little of AP), and we were getting really cozy; hugged up on each other and dozing off while I was rubbing my fingers along her thigh.


Dream Two
"Coke Challenge"

I had a false awakening, where I woke in my Canterbury bedroom. There was barely any light coming in through the window, but I could tell that the room was different (from my present one), but couldn't recognize how. While I was trying to figure it out, a young boy walked into my room, immediately alarming me because I always keep my door locked when I sleep.

He stood in the shadows of the doorway, trying to grab my attention, talking about how I should come and try the "coke (cocaine) and [something?]" that he'd just made. I sat up in bed and started questioning him about who he was and how the Hell he got into my room. He seemed to try to avoid my questions, remaining suspiciously quiet and just standing at the open doorway.

"This is a dream, isn't it?" I asked, rhetorically.

The moment I became lucid, the dream transitioned (or ended).


Dream Three
"Superhero Scapegoat"

I was back with the girl from the original dream, and we were walking down the sidewalk of a city street. There was a bank, off to our left, and we turned to step inside...walking right into the middle of a bank robbery in progress.

The thieves were running in and out of the back of the bank, taking turns leaving carts of money for short periods, before coming back in and grabbing as much more as they could. I don't remember actually seeing any employees or customers. With one of the carts being near to us, my lady-friend and I simply couldn't resist grabbing onto the handles and rushing over to the door with the cart, trying to wheel the money out. (Not that I would have ever done that, in waking life, but it was just made sense, in the dream. Lol.)

There was some cloth hanging from the car (with a design on it like the gray and black plaid on my PJ pants) and it got stuck in a closing door on our way out. Before we could get ourselves unstuck, a man with a gun appeared before us. It was the alleged 'boss' of this operation, and he was looking to get onto us about trying to steal 'his' money. I also remember that there was some lackey helping him out, a midget who was dressed in some sort of animal costume. He didn't stay long, though.

The crime boss, ironically, turned us in to the police, convincing them that we were the ones who orchestrated and executed the entire heist. Strangely enough, though, he said that there was one other person helping us: Spider-Man.

While we were being escorted toward the police station, so was the Webslinger. He was surrounded by about a dozen officers with automatic weapons trained on him, walking solemnly toward the front steps of the precinct. I could see a large, armored vehicle nearby, which is what I think they delivered him in. Even with his mask on, I could tell by his body language that he seemed completely defeated and dejected while they ushered him to jail.

That's the last thing I remember.

(Damn! So close! )

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Dream Fragment:
It's a bright and early morning and I'm zip lining between houses, I reach the end and see in a window to my left my ex-girlfriends brother. He wakes up just as I rollback out of view, as gravity pulls me back on the zip line I see in a window my ex-girlfriend looking out of a window smiling and drinking a cup of tea/coffee.

Note: I tried SSILD last night, but my mind was just a bit too tired, I think the collective stress over the past 2-3 weeks has built up. Hopefully in a few days that will be fixed as I have my last exam on the 8th

05.11.2014

Traveling with weird gadgets (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Lately I have been having very long dreams, but being to tired to write down down... I've been exhausted for some reaon, so this is what I remember without journaling.

I was traveling and I had a backpack full of gadgets that were lent to me by a scientist. I was walking at the airport and I had a very weird cell phones. It was like two flipphones that they were attached one to each other, but it was just one cell phone.

My dad was around and the service at the airport was extremely poor.

From her, I went to a hotel and my dad was asking me how many calories the food from a restaurant that he was pointing out. It seems that I programmed a device that could tell just as I pointed to a food item or menu.

The hotel had an awesome service.

A man who wore a heavy overcoat and hat to hide his appearance - though we eventually saw him out of it, and he's far from the strangest thing we've seen in this world - is currently talking to me about his trick with languages. He hears meanings, not words. And he's concerned because when we had been talking with those demons earlier, to his ears the demons were saying nothing at all. In other words, they were lying. I can't say I'm surprised.

Lestat and Claudia have been fighting on a ship - mostly verbally, but they're fairly serious. He'd gotten angry and taken her up into the air with him, and now she's broken away and run toward the prow of the ship. She turns and looks at me, and my image of her changes - I see a human girl, long brown hair under a white cap. She mouths, "Help me, Father."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A flashback to the 1930s or so. A movie's being rewritten to expand a starlet's part, and the leading man's being told this over the phone. He doesn't take it well. The movie's focus was on a struggle between two men, the romance subplot with the starlet's character had been relatively minor. He doesn't like people messing with the storyline just because they got a big name involved.

In the present - which is the 1950s or so - that former actor's talking with a man in an office, someone he thinks of as a servant in some sense. The actor's blackmailing him or something similar. A knock comes at the door, and that 'servant' hurriedly puts on a black suit coat and slouches. He looks greasy - part of the act. When the person who knocked comes in, the actor does all the talking but he treats that 'servant' as his boss, deferring to him.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Two men and a woman are trying to figure out a plan to break someone out of a guarded cell. One of those men leaves and starts stirring up a great deal of trouble - getting on the loudspeaker, taunting the guards, bringing up the security camera image that shows a guard he'd killed earlier. Now that alarms are ringing, that woman who'd been planning with him earlier manages to get to him before security does. She asks, "What are you doing?!" He hadn't told them this earlier, but he's a known criminal - his face would have given them away on the way out. So he figured it's better if he puts that to use and acts as a distraction. She's incredibly exasperated with him.

Lucid Dream:

I found this carriage somewhere that interested me. It couldn't move without a horse, since it was made of only wood. I was able to lucidly make the wheels move and get it to go down this dirt road. The road began to get rough spots in it that were steep enough to make the wheels slip, I had to grab at the road in front in order to force the carriage over the steep spot. Finally there was a steep hill that was too much to go up until a tractor came along. I held onto the back of the tractor as it pulled the carriage up the hill. Right before the top, the tractor got stuck too. I figured it would be alright to just let the tractor go, so I did. Things went bad though, the tractor lurched forward and crashed, messing up a front wheel. The carriage fell backwards, almost vertically it seemed and crashed too. I was able to stay put where I was, and as I looked down on the carriage I thought my sister was inside of it, although I didn't realize it until now. I thought my sister had died in the crash and I was so sad and upset that it woke me up.

It was 1am something but it didn't take long for me to fall back to sleep.

Dream 2

There were these group of people who were having a party, and playing some sort of game. They were standing in the same spot, merging in & out, like they weren't quite in phase with each other. It was like a willpower fight for dominance of the spot they occupied. I stepped into the pile of phasing people to join in this game. It took about a minute, but as I dominated the spot, one by one people would "die" and when I was the only one left I won the game. The people weren't really dead, they were just counted as dead within the game. Since I won the game, my DCs let me continue to party with them. That only lasted a while because I got sidetracked with packing stuff in a car.

Dream 3

I was at this school where I found the food storage room. There was a jar of pickled bologna there so I took a big piece and started eating it. It tasted good and I just ate it as I walked around. For some reason I thought I needed to wash my hands so I went in to the restroom. It was weird to see that it was full, there were 20 guys in there using all the stalls & urinals. They were even sitting in the sinks, all but one sink. I ignored them as I used the only available sink to wash my hands. The paper towels were nice to wrap around the pickled bologna I still had. This was probably the most amount of times I have seen my hands in a dream yet it didn't make me go lucid.

This night I've dreamt a frenetic ride through an impetuous creek over massive trunks. My comrades were Jeff from Community, a guy who was in my classroom in primary school and two kids I'm unable to recognize.
The riding has been quite normal, no memorable emotions, no memorable events... I would like to know why I'm so apathic in my dreams (and not only).
By the way I'm glad the dream was pretty bright: water full of reflections and the sky seemed cloudless and with a shining sun. I've not directly seen the sky, but I know it was kinda like this...
At the end of the riding I fell into water and while I was trying to get on a trunk again I've had a quite gross view of the guy's butt...

I recall I was driving from my house to my Taekwondo Class. I Somehow wound up going backwards through the parking lot in my old middle school. There was this very strange network of roads and a whole bunch of stop signs.
I was being tailgated by someone driving a green Jeep. At one point I saw a stop sign and slammed on the breaks, for some reason the car sort of skidded sideways. When I came to a stop I backed up and I thought I heard my car scraping against the car behind me.
"Rrrgh! I just wanted to go to Taekwondo! Why do I have to put up with this?!"
I get out to see if there is damage. The person driving the green jeep was Manei. (Whatever, no lucidity. I'm on break.) I examine both cars and there seems to be no damage, though there are some spots on her car where the paint is chipped. They are filled with rust though.
"You've got some paint chips but they aren't fresh."
We somehow got into a discussion about how the car I drive belongs to my dad is on a lease. She asked me what a lease was, and I explained it as 'borrowing' a car and you pay for it. She proudly proclaims that her mom bought her the green jeep.
She then goes off into telling me that she's going to the beach and wants me to come with her. Then says something about making cookies with her mother. She takes a big plate of sugar cookies out of the back seat of her car.

(I know these last few DJ entries have been side-note-heavy...) But I was thinking about this after I woke up. One of the things that I never noticed about Manei is that she is very dissonant. She doesn't seem to have a very clear understanding of how the waking world works.
She also doesn't seem to know me very well. In that I mean, she only knows me by what I've done in dreams. (Lucid or not) but she doesn't seem to understand exactly what I want out of lucid dreaming, or my life experience in general. Perhaps that's something that I should discuss with her.
I used to think that she lived 'inside my head' and would know everything about me, and know everything that I know about the waking world. I suppose not.

Of course as soon as I go on break something interesting happens.

A little background:
About a year ago, my friend S and I wrote a story. In the story I came up with this character named Raiah. She was basically this bull-headed, immature cyborg girl who would solve all of her problems with a rocket launcher and had two true loves: Food and Music. Originally she was supposed to be just a one-time character but S and I loved her so much that we kept her in the story until she basically became the main character.
At one point, we wanted to start a Youtube LP channel and I was supposed to play games in her character. S played as another character. But we soon discovered that we enjoyed simply playing games in character and didn't give a crap about the YouTube channel.

I recall being in my dorm room with my roommate and S. I am non-lucid but I am thinking to myself that for some reason I want to manifest Raiah in my next lucid dream when I go to sleep. I am working on my computer on this amazing realistic picture of her character, beyond my artistic abilities IWL.
For some reason there are three cans of Nos energy drink on my desk, and I decide to drink all of them. (Now I've never had any of those hardcore energy drinks IWL, because one cup of coffee, and I'm up all night. I'm scared to know what three cans of a potent energy drink would do to me.) I recall drinking them very clearly though. They are tangy and sweet, sort of like the flavor of Gatorade.
I try to recall my motivation for drinking them, but cannot. I notice that they don't seem to have much of an effect on me. I don't seem to be getting the jitters or anything.
I begin to notice how strange the situation is.
...
I can't recall most of what happened. Most of it were just my attempts to manifest Raiah. I was non-lucid of course.
...
I can recall some flashes that were more akin to my waking daydreams rather than sleeping dreams. They involved her character sitting next to S's character playing video games. It looked like a cartoon.
...
I recall the ending though. I was semi lucid, back at the beach resort with Manei. The place looks off though. The building has been duplicated and there are now four of them with a central courtyard in the middle, that kind of looks like the quad from my college, except there are palm trees in it.
It is a dark night.
She was telling me that she didn't want me manifesting this character into my dream world because Raiah would be a distraction from me learning how to lucid dream.
And then she said, possibly the funniest thing I have ever heard her say.
"If I was Sonic the Hedgehog, Raiah would be that stupid talking fox that never does anything..."
"Tails? Isn't he like really smart? He builds planes and stuff?"
You can ignore this dialogue. I put it in because it was funny, but I don't think Manei has half a clue about anything in the gaming world...
I recall looking to the sky and seeing some very odd hovercraft fly across. It had four orange glowing circles on it that I thought were some kind of anti-gravity discs or something.
I began to become fully lucid and realized that, while conscious I had no reason to manifest this character into my dreams. I had probably just subconsciously manifested her by accident. Manei was right. This character would be nothing more than a distraction for me.
There was some other aspect to this that passes through my head, though. Manei and Raiah were supposed to be like opposite characters in my dreams. Maybe there is something I could learn from this...

I wake up. At freaking 2 in the morning. I try to get back to sleep, but I can't.

Standing on the roof of an impossibly tall and beautiful glass building, a city of green and glass stretches around us in all directions as far as the eye can see. The sun is setting just slightly to the left, reflecting orange off the glass city and bathing everything in a surreal light.

I’ve recently started work as an assistant to a big shot CEO. My partner in the job is a young man with wavy auburn curls and a genuine smile. I like him already. Standing before the railing a few feet in front of us, Big Shot gives me and the young man a stern talk about maintaining a status quo of outstanding work, all the while, looking out at the city and the setting sun. The only view we get is of his back. He has a nice pinstriped suit, and his hair is well gelled. I don’t hear much of what he’s saying because I’m trying to remember what his name is; Steven? Stefan? I can’t remember.

Big Shot finishes his talk and takes his leave. The muted click of the door as he exits emphasizes the silence between the young man and me, now alone on the roof. Mason is his name, I think, and as I try to remember his surname said young man steps forward to look out at the city from the edge of the railing where Big Shot stood only moments before. Turning back to catch my attention, he gestures out toward the sea of orange glass.

“Isn’t it strange to think that we don’t know how old these buildings are, even though we use them every day?” he shakes his head in amazement and returns his gaze to the golden city.

I know how old these building are, but I choose to let his question hang in the air. All our history was lost when the internet crashed in the early 21st century, so no one can know I came from 2014 or I would never hear the end of it. Besides, life is better in this future. There’s no need to remember the damaged past.

Before he left, Big Shot told Mason and me we had some chores to take care of. After another few minutes on the roof, we figure it’s time to get started and make our way toward the stairs. Behind us, the sun disappears below the skyline and the roof access door slides shut with a muted click.

Cutting to the chase:

In the dream, I wake up in my bed as normal, but there's someone in my room with me. Turns out it's my history teacher. She explains that I've been taken to the future, or an alternate reality, I'm not sure. Either way I've been taken from my life and into another kind of society.

Here, most people have had their brain implanted into a robot body and are now basically Robocops. There are a few Fleshdwellers (humans with their original body intact and in use) left, most of them have become Crawlers (nightmareish creatures with a lust for murder, they have no depth perception for some reason and no hair and red eyes.. long story short: they're dangerous and creepy) who hunt down the remaining non-Crawler Fleshdwellers for scientific research. ..and "spare parts", I guess.

One night, while running from a Crawler, I run into a person (with a robotic body). She's my friend apparently, and takes me down into the sewers, hoping the smell will mask mine so the Crawler will get lost in there. We end up getting caught in a current and the further along we get, the cleaner the water becomes.

Until we surface again in a lake full of pure water, glistening in both moon- and sunlight at the same time. It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen. It reminds me of where the Elves live in Lord of the Rings. But the people living there are no elves, they're just.. ..humans. Looking, talking and walking like humans. Except they have no word for "I" and always speak in "we" and "us".

Then of course my alarm goes off and that's that for this dream

It was totally awesome and I want to go back there.

Summary: walking in large outdoor park in daylight, avoiding back and forth sprinklers, thinking about math results, go to building, can't find entrance to classrooms, finally enter and teacher quizzes me on which class I should enter, "lines of Lucien"

I'm outdoors in a large open park-like area in daylight. I'm with someone who later turns out to be my son S2. At first I'm thinking about meeting up with a group. Then I'm thinking about math: I'm waiting for results of a test? I'm finishing 8th grade? There are lawn sprinklers (the back and forth kind not the circular ones) operating on the paths, I try to time my passing so that the sprinklers are moving away from me as I pass through them to minimize how much water splashes on me, but I always seem to get caught in the return movement and get a bit wet.

I'm with S2 and we approach a building, looking rather old and decrepit, he makes a comment about it I forgot, we're walking along it and trying to find the entrance. I can hear faint sounds of people inside so I know we should be able to get in. I can't see any windows but S2 is able to dig his fingers into the walls and find the edges of panels/shutters that are covering the windows and swings several of them open, we try to look through most the glass is dark / opaque. At some point we look back the way we came and see the entrance.

We go inside and it is like a classroom, with rows of students at desks quietly working, S2 says something like this must be the lunch period. There is a turnstyle we need to enter?

A male teacher approaches and starts asking me about things that I know in order to determine which class I need to enter. He asks if I've studied the equations of intersecting planes and "the Lines of Lucien." I think I have but I don't want to say "yes" and be put in to the wrong class. I try to indicate what I've learned, I think of parabolas and conic sections, I bend the index fingers of my left and right hands and bring them together in order to indicate this, and say I've studied parabolas, hyperboles, and conic sections.

I think for a moment (a pearl of lucidity?) that I've studied math far beyond these levels.

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Dreams keep getting more stressful lately, must be the pressure of exams starting to take a toll on my sleep.
Didn't properly do a WBTB last night either.

Dream 1 - Joust
Kind of like a farmland, there's a fence too, and past that fence is a Mexican-like desert. I am Mexican in the dream (I'm not Mexican IWL) and I'm aspiring to be a knight like the four knights that exist on the green farmland. I head over the fence to help the Mexicans or something, this bit is fuzzy but I recall something to do with snakes. The knights come over now, and the Mexicans all cheer for them and my help is unappreciated. There is a Kill/Death/Assist score on the top right corner of my vision (like a video game) and one of the knights has a score of 108/0/0. My score is something like 0/2/0. He scorns me, he looks exactly like Alfred Molina, the bad guy in 'The Sorcerers Apprentice'.

Dream 2 - School Camp
We're in some run down farm house for a school field trip, everyone goes out onto the field to get into groups and I need to go toilet. I head to a toilet but it's practically in the open, I'm really uncomfortable about it and try to close the windows. I smack my head on an open window that I swear I had closed (I have an inkling of a feeling that this isn't right) - my mind tells me that some kids opened it, but they're no where to be seen (again this feeling of dreaming comes, but I don't quite realize it). I've missed out on getting into a group with my friends because I was closing windows for 5 minutes. I start getting stressed out, I try find a group but then Bobby Lee (the actor in some of the MadTV sketches) starts giving a damn announcement. I am forced to wait while he rants on, getting more and more panicky as I just want to get into a group and feel safe. Towards the end I start thinking "Hmm, screw it, I'll just muck around, this is a field trip after all", but the feeling of stress is kind of still there.

1.
Mom was singing with a boy and man. I liked one of the songs a lot and asked her for it, but she got annoyed. I said ‘never mind’ and went to my room, closing the door.

2.
A man (Man 1) walking into a central room on a spaceship. Another man (Man 2) that seems familiar to me (I remember his looks but can’t describe them ._.) is standing facing away, hands clasped behind his back. Memory’s real fuzzy here. The man who walked in asks the other what his preferences are – he wants them to get involved with this third man (Man 3) to help him or something.

Jump.

Man 1 is flirting/roughhousing with Spider-man and laughing. From a distance to the left, Man 2 and Spider-man are watching the scene thoughtfully. It had the feel of Man 2 showing him something to make a point.

3.
I’m playing a game. It’s like Mario in that you control little characters, directing them on a map to the place you want to go. I choose a little creature that reminds me of a fiery red Pac-Man and direct him to a nearby place.

It looks a lot like a Mario area but more surreal. I end up making my character fling to the far left and have to make my way back to where I started, ignoring loot and things I see, which is hard. I wonder what skills he has besides the basic attack, and manage to find where to look. I’m surprised to see it has two Frost skills, because I had assumed it was a Fire creature.