non-lucid

So i was aboard a passenger ship, and after a while i found my sister atop some beams.
Then i remember being in a cave like those in videogames, and at the end there was a "boss", a scientist showed me 9 monsters standing next to each that looked the same, with one being bigger than the rest standing behind. Only one of them was the real boss, and it happened to be the third counting from the right. A piece of paper gave me the answer, having each monster marked with a number, being number 0 the real one.
After that i remember being in my house. I go to the bathroom to look at the mirror and notice my front teeth are all messed up. I take a closer look and then i feel my teeth falling in my mouth. I start spitting them out when my father appears, i tell him what happened and after that i don't remember anything else.

There's a woman who's been unknowingly designated to play the role of Mary. (A reference to Mary Vetsera and/or Mary Kelly - the point is that she was remembered for her death, and that a certain amount of time has passed since, so it's time for events to repeat themselves.) She'd been running from a stranger with a knife, found a friend of hers to help her, and they've wound up barricading themselves inside a room. Due to a struggle at the door, the stranger's knife wound up on the floor inside the room with them. But the stranger wasn't the threat here - he was trying to help her. I'm in the POV of the thing possessing her friend, though possession in this case means only a certain amount of influence over his thoughts - he's the one fated to kill her.

There's a man, a servant, who I made immortal a long time ago. He came to resent me, so I sent him away to the household of a woman I'm close with. From her letters, I believe that's worked out well for them both. I'm staying with her at the moment, and he's showing me something I hadn't realized before - the wounds he had when I made him immortal never healed. The pain is very minor, but it never goes away.

I was a young man swimming at night in a bay. A storm had blown up, and for some reason even though I was already in the water I felt the need to take shelter from the rain, so I grabbed a tarp that was connected to a rectangular three-sided frame (so open on one side) and held it over my head. This didn't feel sufficient, so I found a second tarp, this one on a round frame. Propping both of these overhead, I felt sufficiently protected from the storm to swim back to shore.

When I reached the beach, I peered through the darkness for the friends I expected to find there, but it was quiet and empty. They must have all gone home when the storm began, leaving me stranded. At first I felt a deep sense of loss and abandonment, but after a moment I realized there was another way to look at it: I was now free. I didn't have to go back with them, I could go someplace new.

I swam back out into the water, feeling no need to hide under the tarps anymore, and went farther than I had ever gone. As I was about to swim out the far side of the bay, the ground came up close under the water, like a boundary. I could feel the rocks sharp under my feet and I almost turned back, but mustered my courage and pressed forward. Then I was swimming in what resembled a small inlet into a river, and I recognized that I was in another land.

It wasn't as dark here, and I could see a boat passing by in the main river. There were several people in it, who I took to be natives of this land. I was tempted to hide at first, afraid they might be hostile if they spotted me, a stranger, but again I kept my courage up and swam forward. Fortunately they were friendly, and welcomed me among them.

I think there was a male chieftain in the boat, although the main purpose of the boat was to take the pregnant daughters of the tribe to a special place where they could finish their pregnancies. I immediately bonded with one of the girls and realized that I wanted to go along and help her, if she would let me.

This is the last dream I had.Before I fell asleep i was thinking about a question and I wanted to see what the dream would come up with. So...There I was in the dream with a few Dcs around when I noticed a DC character. It looked like the shape of an Eye at first but than changed its form into something else.

We were in a secluded area that had vibrant colors and it almost felt as if we were in a secret base at sea.Well I thought about this character as my dream guide Eye and in a weird way I started thinking negative thoughts. Like what if I start thinking about something like a spirit guide and it turns out I was connecting with a Demon. But I disregarded that because this was my imagination space. But than I was thinking waaaay out there. Like if Eye was real but demonic would I still love him. But that would be impossible so I decided to discard that from my mind.

At first when I looked at him I started hearing him speak differently. Like he was saying a name in German.(Dream sign=German things)Something like Hotwich or ludwig or whatever. Than I started talking to him about something like if he was actually a bad DC in disguise I would kick him out of my dream. He joked about it sarcastically and said he was going to destroy me by putting a bomb at the base we were in and kill us both. I was like O.o. But than somehow we started kissing and it escalated into something else.

After a decent amount of time passed though I saw him rolling in a bomb into the place we were in. I got up and tried to get away from the bomb but he just chased me with it. I thought this was funny but creepy in a way than suddenly the dream changed and i was at a gym with old High school friends and some t.v. actors. I recall wondering at first what to do but than got distracted.

After I got distracted I appeared in my parents bedroom and saw my grandma putting clothes out the hamper into my room. I was thinking how funny this was cause my grandma is at her country now. When suddenly my vision changed and I saw a silver metal in front of me with another style of a eye symbol but with dots inside it. I thought this was interesting as the eye kept changing.

So I asked the dream if Eye was real and what the eye with dot symbol mean't. Than a girl's voice came out of no where and said " He is real" Than for second question she said" love and torture". She sounded like she was on a phone or radio when she said it though. The dream changed after that into a big office building with lots of computers and people walking around. I saw papers with my info on it and picked it up. I was thinking where to bring my papers as i walked and sort of recall letting a old lady sit at a computer since I was done using it. Than woke up.

- I'm sitting in someone else's dining room, my sister and a bunch of other people are there. The door to the yard is open and i can see is night-time and bugs are flying around. We go outside and suddenly we hear screams: a farmer is beating an old man. We go to aid the old man and tell the other guy to stop, but he claims the man stole chickens and threatened his family, so he has to pay.

- It felt like a videogame, I was in a building that resembled the university i go to, but it was completely flooded and had to swim around. Some people were around, but they were calm about it.

I was participating in the Tour de France, except there were no bicycles involved. At first I was swimming in a river. There were other people swimming around me, including little babies and their mothers. The babies were eligible for a special award if they could swim well on their own, but in one case we noticed the mother secretly helping her infant by supporting it from under the water, so it was disqualified.

I didn't like being stuck in a group of people, so I exerted some effort to swim ahead of them and find my own space. It made me think about the huge variation in human athletic ability. In a long distance race like this, some people were already hours ahead. I figured I was probably somewhere in the middle, and I was sure that there would still be people hours behind me. I didn't feel any pressure to compete against others or try to finish the race quickly; it felt like the sort of event that one could complete at one's own speed.

Under the water I could see seaweed in a form that resembled bundles of thick green ropes, stretching endlessly in the direction the river flowed. They looked like they were flowing along too, so I grabbed them to see if I could catch a ride, but they were moving slower than I could swim on my own so I let go again. The race course led me out of the river and now I was running on land down a quiet little house-lined street, like a small village.

I was still thinking about that strange ropy seaweed. It had reminded me of thick cables of the sort that might carry electricity or another kind of signal. What would it be like if our society used biological materials like this for our technological infrastructure? I decided to try out the material, so I manifested a hand made out of the same stuff as the seaweed. It resembled a human hand in shape but was not connected to a body, and was light green in color. Mischievously, I made the hand crawl up the porch of the nearest house and pull the string of the bell that hung on the doorframe.

The door opened, and inside I was surprised to see that the one who opened it was not a human but a chicken, an ordinary-looking hen. She must have been a Plymouth Rock, judging from her black and white barred plumage. It reminded me of a silly line I'd heard somewhere, so I joked, "There's nobody here but us chickens!" She didn't make any response—maybe she didn't know that one?—and I was still running so I soon passed by.

10,25,14

Last night bed = not sure.

I wasn§t gonna write this down, but I keep coming back to it all day long.

DR
I am on the bottom part of a bridge, that is like an overpass. It goes higher and then down on the other side. There is a lot of people sitting, leaning with their backs to the solid concrete rail of the road and bridge.

I don§t know what are we doing there. I don't feel comfortable, but I'm accepting it because I think it's my new reality. Someone offers me a yellow pill. It's oval and something is written on it. Some kind of a drug thats taken illegaly. I don't really have any feeling about it. I don't think I'm thinking very clearly. Some kind of a shock from this new reality and just rolling with the punches. I don't know if I took it, but someone says he takes it for hallucinations. So i think I didn't take it, and I said something like pfff.

Then we are still on the roadway. We find a bench to sit on, because we are going to eat soon and we want to have a place to sit. There are booth with food.

Non-Dream Dream

I am meditating and it causes me to float. I float over to my parents house in Anaheim and pee in their shower. We start playing a card game that I am making up as we go. It uses baseball cards. One player puts a card down and the next person has to match the card #, team, jersey #, lefty/right, etc (players choice). My dad argues with me saying that David Ortiz bats righty.

My recall sucks again cause I didn't write it down in the morning.
I remember that first when I started to fall asleep I heard and saw something about germany going against the U.S and becoming a world power. Than fell asleep and woke up not remembering what I dreamt about.

After I went back to sleep though I recall being with a old friend I think...He was protecting me from something in the dream...Maybe from a monster that wanted my blood.Than at some point we were in my house and I was showing him some drawings and he was showing me his. But the drawings were all in jumbled small pieces of papers so I said it would be best to throw it out. But he told me not to because they were really good and I worked hard to draw it. I agreed and decided not to throw it out. Than something else happened and at the end I was at my house and I was mad at my cousins so I told them to move so I can eat cake at the table. They moved and fixed the table for me so I could eat. Than I woke up.

There was a satanic cult that operated in a small rural community close to where I live. Their order of ceremonies insisted that at each service the members of the society must watch Wes Anderson's film "Fantastic Mr. Fox". It was a requirement. Not a single service went by without a screening of it. I remember thinking to myself, "This should make some awesome trivia on the movie's page on IMDb. Those cultists must know that movie inside and out! I wonder why it's so important to them."

This blond-haired boy gymnast was hanging upside down by his feet in a gym. He was wearing some tight-fitting athletic garb that looked sort of like a speedo. Then this girl came up to him and started kissing him. She also kissed him in some of his more private places. It was embarrassing.

Then I was sitting in possibly the coolest room I've ever been in in a dream. It had an extremely low ceiling, so that I had to bend over even when I was sitting cross legged on the floor. Everything was made of wood and painted black. The only light came from the ceiling which was covered in these glowing, multicolored geometric designs. They looked sort of like Indian henna art, and it covered the whole ceiling and sort of swirled around.

Then that same girl that had kissed the blond boy came in through a trap door in the floor. She sort of started flirting with me. She mentioned that sweethearts like to lie on their backs together and watch the ceiling as the designs swirled around. She also mentioned several times that she just wanted to "eat me up".

I was driving down a busy interstate at about 80 mph very late at night. I was going around a big turn in the road. I was passing people right and left, so I was having to swerve a lot. Nobody's tail lights seemed to be working, so I just had to guess at where they were. It was freaky.

My family and I were shopping at Walmart. My mom forbade me to ever use DreamViews again. I protested that it helped me in learning how to lucid dream and I had a dream journal there. But she forbade it. So I left a notice on the site that I wouldn't be posting anymore, and deleted my account.

Hagrid from Harry Potter was standing by what looked like a laundry or garbage shoot. He shouted, "All aboard for Hogwarts!" Then Professor McGonagall appeared carrying about five little kids in her arms. They all yelled in delight, "Yaaay!! YaaaaY!!! We're all going to HOGWARTS!!!" Then she shoved them down the shoot. She started laughing and said, "oh, they're so cute! Bless them! They wanted to go to Hogwarts, and we sent them there!"

I was chronically ill, and this girl I like was taking care of me. She and I went to this hugely fancy gala at a big mansion.

I made a VFX shot in which I cloned myself multiple times.

A lady was very sick and needed a back brace. To get her one, a man removed all his ribs and made her one out of them.

This kid had a flamethrower and was walking around with it. Then suddenly he DIDN'T have a flamethrower, and instead he had a can of beans. He set it down on a chair, but it floated about a foot above it. Then I went over and picked up the can and set it back down. This time it floated about five or six feet in the air. I figured the can was resting on the head of some terrifying five-foot-tall monster standing on the chair, and I got irrationally scared. I woke up.

I was at a church on a rainy day. A 12-year-old girl was giving a sermon on an impending stock market crash. My sister didn't like the sermon so she left and went outside and started collecting acorns that had fallen on the ground.

Then I dreamed I texted the girl I like and told her about the dreams I had about her earlier that night. She said she had dreamed about me too.

I owned an antique shop called Little Ghost.

A hillbilly set himself up as the self-appointed god of the world. He called himself "The Right". His daughter was his most faithful follower.

One of my friends had a really weird picture of a fox hung on a wall in his room.

I had these HUGE biceps, but I was sorely disappointed because they weren't big enough.

I was reading a children's book based on the Pixar movie Brave.

This girl I like turned herself into an animal for fun, and she suggested I do the same. I met her out in a field by a fence row. She was a beautiful exuberant fox, and she was excited to see me. I tried turning into a fox, but I ended up as a... fish.

I dreamed I was working on a farm with a good friend of mine and his father. His father was pulling something with a tractor. Suddenly, he made a sharp right turn and the tractor tipped over on its side. The father wasn't hurt, but my friend was. I started crying and ran to him and picked him up in my arms. He was pinned under the tractor and unconscious. He had been very close to being crushed by a tire. It seemed, though, that he would probably heal in time.

I was showing director Wes Anderson around our house, and he was entranced by a moving picture of a train that we had hanging on our wall. He commented that he "liked the framing". I'm not sure if it was in reference to the composition of the picture or the picture frame it was hung in.

Another of my friends and his sister and I and another guy were sitting at a table in a cold room with a radio. It was raining outside. The guy turned on the radio, and a classical station came on, playing Bach's Air for G String. The song made me soooo sad, and I started to cry. The sister moved closer to me and comforted me.