non-lucid

My dream started in a race. The road was at the beginning similar to which they use for motocross. We were competing in pairs, so i had a friend with me. I have never participated in such a race before but ok, lets give it a try. I was super fast, I just couldnt get tired, so i had no problem, i was in superb shape. But the problem was that there were many roads. And the race was somehow really badly marked. I could tell which way to go. And i had bad luck, so i always went the wrong way. Oddly enough other competitors had zero problem with that. All of them somehow knew where to go. So we turned alot with my friend to get back on the right track. And then we have reached a checkpoint. The checkpoint was all in yellow colour. The gates were yellow, the people were wearing yellow trash bags. And when I drove trough the checkpoint there was a man instead of a yellow tape. He was as well wearing a yellow trash bag and two persons were holding him in the air. I drove with great speed, so i could not brake, and i didnt even try. The man lifted both of his feet and kicked me in the belly. I didnt fall, i was sturdy as a rock. He just bounced away from me, and i drove forward. I again came to a crossroad, with 3 roads this time. I took the hardest one.. and when i came on the top of the hill I again realized that it was the wrong one, because i saw some other bikers driving on a road nearbye. But between the right road and mine.. was a trench. about 3 meters wide.And there was a wooden cabin next to the only place where i could jump over it. ANd i have decided that i will give it a shot. I had to walk on a very tiny space.. it was like 10cm just next to the cabin wall. And to make it a little harder, the windows were open, so I had to carry my bike, walk on a narrow pathway while closing the cabin windows. My balance was not right, but i somehow managed to get to the point i could jump over the trench. And when I was about to jump i woke up..

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

Dream 1 – My friends little brother? Seriously, why?
I’m perplexed by why this is the second time I’ve had my friends little brother in my dream (I’ve just started looking for dream signs as I’ve recorded about 20-30 dreams). I’m walking down the main road in the valley I live in at night, the intermediate school is to my left and across the road to my right is a party of people sitting in a circle on some chairs, the only lighting being a single hanging light. As I’m walking I meet my friends little brother and the first thing he says is “just can’t stop the blowjobs from coming ha-ha”. I respond saying “Yeah, I got 3 chicks doing that to me, my wife, H, and B”, so this is a weird thing for me to say since I don’t know who H and B are... Anyways, I start talking to him about relationships and the importance of finding a decent girl, he tells me he’s got a girl that doesn’t want to be in a relationship so she can still hook up with other guys as well as him. I proceed to make a speech that went a little something like this:
“If you break it off with her, even if you feel shit for a while, give it a few and months you might meet another girl who will want to be with you and you’ll be able to grow with her. A relationship is a journey. The modern day approach to relationships is a fad; kids think that it’s cool to root lots of people and then plan on ‘settling down’ in their 30s.”
I don’t remember much past this, but I remember that the girl he was hooking up with was actually at the party across the street, she had long brown hair and was holding a beer and laughing to someone’s joke in the conversation in the drinking circle.

Dream 2 – Sail boats and my family
Starting off in a conversation with my close friend M and another person whom I don’t remember, but I’ll refer to as D. My close friend makes a statement about how my dad probably doesn’t know anything about sailing or surfing or swimming for some reason, to the contrary my dad happens to have been sailing most of his life and surfing for the past 10 years. Offended by this statement I say “What?! Dude what the hell, my dad has plenty of experience, he’s been sailing his whole life and surfing for ages! Geeze” I storm off down the road towards the beach in pursuit of proving that my dad does have experience. The area is similar to a beach in my home area, plenty of lush green temperate forest trees and a small beach with a car park looking out over it. The difference here was that there was some kind of children’s party with balloons and parents talking and kids running around, I ignore this and find a sail boat. Ignorant to the fact that sail boats need a sail pole + sail to generally move, I push it into the calm water and move the rudder back and forth to propel forward. I seem to be trying to catch up to a couple of people in a drifting motor boat ahead of me; I think it’s my brother and my dad. At some point I become unable to catch up and instead turn around, my daughter is with my now and I head off to the left where a seaside levee + road are. I lift my daughter up and she climbs up, she grabs some marshmallows (not a clue where they come from) and says “momo” (which is how she pronounces marshmallows). At this point a pretentious upper-class woman has a go at me, the road we’re on is her driveway and she doesn’t want us to be there. It seems like it’s her daughter’s birthday and we’re somehow interfering with it, I dismiss her with and laugh at her with my daughter, we seem amused by her high-strung voice.

Vacation
I'm still on vacation, biking on a bike path under trees with some of my family behind me. Now we've stopped, and I'm trying to cut a cake. It looks like a single long strip taken from a sheet cake, except it's somehow bent into a pretzel shape. About a foot of it is still straight, and I'm working on this bit first. I'm trying to cut it into thirds, so I've already cut off about a third from the right-hand side and am now lining up to cut the left-hand piece in half. I'm having a lot of trouble figuring out exactly where the middle of the piece should be.

Now I'm at a house, trying to run wires to get the TV hooked up to something. Later, I'm talking to a neighbor about stuff. He's going into great technical detail about creating 3.5" HD disks with what we have. I thank him but tell him that I have no idea what anything he just said means.


Military experiments
I'm working with the military on an experiment dealing with time. My partner is something like a Talan Imas. I park in the middle of an entrance to a parking lot, near a large military SUV, get out, and the device gets turned on. The asphalt loses all cohesion, and I sink down into it up to my ankles. Time has stopped for everything else, so My partner and I walk around, observing all the frozen stuff. Now I'm back in my car, heading to that same place again. Someone has to move out of my spot. I get out, the device is turned on, and this time I don't sink; I realize they must have set some different settings. This time I can see things moving, sometimes looking normal, sometimes very odd. I'm narrating my observations to my partner, hoping he's recording all this. A frog moves oddly. Coming to a turn in the road we're walking, I see a jaguar looking at us. I shine my flashlight in its eyes, and it cringes and walks away. Two others approach but leave with the flashlight treatment.

Now there's something about blocking an intersection and setting up a running course around the edge of town. Someone is trying to set up some kind of obstacle on top of a tall train car, but he gets ordered to make it just a normal part of the race. He's quite disappointed.

Now something's happened and I've been turned into a girl. I need to try to serve my partner. The first thing I need to do is make orange juice from concentrate. Heading out to the kitchen areas, I pass another new girl who's struggling with some sort of cooking duty. I find my own spot and fill my blender with lots of ice, some concentrate, and a drop of dish soap. Turning the blender on, I hope he likes it this time; he seems to go back and forth about liking my orange juice, even through I try to make it the same each time. I turn off the blender and taste the foam; I think it tastes pretty good, and thankfully so does he.

Now I'm in a military transport vehicle with lots of men and two other women. I make a comment about being the only attractive woman, to which the other two take offense. I undo that dialog choice, not wanting to go down a branch where they're antagonistic to me.


Finding a bathroom
I'm in a large building, something like a mall, looking for a bathroom. I run into Mrs. B. in the book shop, but before she can point me to the restroom I see a sign for it. In the restroom I'm trying to find a free stall but they're all taken. They're scattered all over this huge restroom, so it's hard enough to find a stall, let alone an empty one.


Watching an infiltration
I'm watching something where the actress who plays Dax is in a cave with a powerful guy. She's infiltrated the top of his organization to destroy the source of his power. As he talks to her, he realizes she's not the loyal employee he thought. She cloaks, and he sprays the room with bullets and manages to hit her. As her cloak is failing and she's weakening, she sees a glowing blue ball up on a shelf and shoots it. The ball falls and shatters, and the man shouts. Now he's normal again. Now he's looking in a phone book's business pages and comes across a page for a lost and found place. They'll find anything from the easy (e.g. missing toothpaste tubes) to difficult (e.g. people).


Camping prep
I'm getting ready to go camping. I'm standing at the end of a really long table, preparing to tackle the huge pile of laundry at my end of the table. Matt and a couple of other guys are with me. Our last-minute stuff (swimming trunks, etc) is in this pile ,and we need to fish it out and pack it.


Playing Descent
I'm trying to play the latest Descent online. I'm having a lot of trouble with the online component: it takes a bunch of retries to get through, and even then it's really flaky. Even the browser-based matchmaker isn't loading. I realize it may be blocked by the terrible personal firewall we have to run, so I temporarily disable it and find that now everything works great. I manage to join a game, but it only has one other guy in it. In this game mode, we have to drop pairs of mines connected by lasers and try to force the opponents into the laser fields. My opponent is really good; he quickly sets up an impenetrable plane of lasers below me. I'm flying around dropping mines very haphazardly, and I don't always get them linked; the D key drops mines while shift-D links them, and I keep pressing D instead of shift-D when trying to link them. I spend most of my time flying from him, dodging like crazy. I actually get him to fly into one of my stray links, which amazes me, since it was really careless on his part. Now we're on a much smaller moon orbiting the main planet. He's talking with my AI about some special field designs, including one that could blow up his own ship. I stop and watch as they produce more and more intricate designs in front of their ships. I should be using this time to set up more laser fields, but I don't feel I'm in any danger any more and just want to watch what they create.

Morning of October 6, 2014. Monday.



In my dream, I am lying in a (unfamiliar) bed, seemingly after an implied in-dream “sleep”. I am not sure of the time, but I think it is at night, though it is seemingly morning at the end of my dream (a typical lack of dream continuity or coherence). To my left is a male (once a drug addict but also a former coworker) named Don K, who I have not seen at all in about thirty years (and last I heard he was committed for an attempt on his parents’ lives among other things related to drug abuse). The room I am in is actually the pinhead’s, Leonard S, at the south end of the King Street boarding house. The bed is out from the east wall (Tenth Street side) but closer to the north wall, a place a bed had never been in reality (at least during the time I lived in the building). Donald seems to be sleeping but having some sort of spontaneous arm and leg movement.

After a time, an arm and hand comes through the window from outside (being a repeat of a scene from a different recent dream) - supposedly from a person standing on the Tenth Street sidewalk. This is not possible (in reality), as the room is on the second floor as well as the window having a screen, but that rationalization does not even begin to form in-dream (being typically impossible “nonsense” with the mind’s logistic and analytical abilities seemingly not functioning at all). I am not sure whose hand it is, but my brother Dennis shows up soon, so there may be a chance it was him but I do not ask him about it. He had rode his bicycle to the house (from the south I think, possibly from the smaller grocery store). The area of the room to the north is more open than in reality, more like a lobby of sorts, with only a partial wall dividing the space that would be a hallway in reality. The whole area is quite bigger than in real-life and looks more like the living room downstairs.

My brother sits down in a chair on the north side of the bed. I am not clear on what he is talking about. Don continues to flop his arms and legs around, becoming a more annoying presence. There is something about a “virtual girl” in a magazine and she has aspects of a young version of my wife (though I have no in-dream memory of the last thirty years of my life at this point). Her imagery is set out in a sequence of (upright) playing-card-sized panels in the magazine (vaguely reminiscent now when awake of an older dream with actual playing cards) but I am not even sure if Dennis is aware of the magazine or if it is some sort of dream within the dream trying to formulate and “take over” my original dream.

Dennis leaves, I believe by my becoming annoyed with him for some reason and telling him to go, but he tiptoes out as quietly as possible so that the landlady will not know he is there. However, as he is tiptoeing and walking stealthily, he still somehow makes a lot of clomping noises that sound quite loud and echo throughout the entire building as if amplified through loudspeakers or intercoms.

After he is gone, the landlady comes in and I get that usual recurring in-dream awareness that I had been living there for nearly a year without having paid any rent (and in this case, it is not even a room I had ever rented in reality). She tells me to get out. She swings at me with a rolled-up newspaper but misses. I am not sure if anyone else is living in the house and not sure of Don’s status (he was evicted in reality but I never was). She says that she has a dairy farm now and poses as if to attempt to strike me with the newspaper again. I ask her if I can help there (to pay back what I supposedly owe her) and she says “no”, seeming near-despondent about her frustration with me. I am very annoyed after waking and cannot believe I did not catch that I was dreaming all that time.

I was with a group. We were in some sort of futuristic vehicles built for solo riders. We were trying to find places to hide. The places to hide are areas with what looks like alarm clocks. They have red/orange lights. By being close to it, you get "cloaked" so the enemies can't see you in the radar. This is all underwater.

I found one place, but the cloaks can usually cover only a few people, usually two. But the other guy brought many other people to hide. I wasn't angry, but I couldn't stay. We'll be discovered too easily. I left.

I found other areas, but there were also people there. They're not "people", really. More like spherical chrome-colored objects. I'm guessing the people are inside.

I saw one got discovered because there were too many. It cloaks the radar but not the physical vision. The enemies were "robots". Or maybe they're also vehicles. They dived down the water level and... killed? Captured?

I flew away, looking for places to hide in. There's almost none now.

There was a "main" enemy that we attacked. He's a robot/vehicle, but his power wanes at night (or was it day)? At least he has a weakness. Unfortunately, he escapes really fast when he's about to go weak. We were flying, and then when he becomes weaker, he "drops" down to the sea and disappears.

Then eventually, he acquired some sort of power that gives him 100% energy all throughout. He's unbeatable, or maybe just really difficult to defeat.

This part was in our home town.

I started to just hide with my body, without the "vehicle". I'm guessing the vehicle makes us visible in the radar. I saw a dirty canal, with moss and all, but it's not deep and has some dry areas. I jumped there and hid behind a "tree" or "stump". Whatever that was, it hid me from his sight. The main enemy is now also in human form, no vehicle or robot stuff. He's glowing red.

He was walking along the street talking to people, while I was hiding. He somehow sensed me, but he's not sure. He looked in my direction, looking confused or doubtful. He went away.

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NOTES:

Woke up with a nasty headache.
I didn't drink coffee the whole day.
I slept around 2 p.m.? Woke up around 6 and went back to sleep. Woke up around 8 with the hideous headache.
I left my PC playing my "Cool" playlist.

Dream - Lucid

I was at work talking to Taylor about going to Oregon together on a trip.

I then remember being in an apartment with him at night and seeing what looked like a small tornado hit the glass on the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Take cover! It's a tornado!" I said as the thing pounded on the window once before disappearing.
It left an indentation in the glass and some debris behind that stuck to the window. It looked like machine parts. I then felt silly for freaking out about it because it apparently wasn't a tornado. Something about a stag and these waves of dirt on the Earth that had to do with the stag.

~

I was working in the coffee shop again. It was under new management like it is IWL and was inside of an apartment instead of a shop. It was really slow, as you would imagine business would be. I knew it was only a matter of time before the shop went under. I didn't understand why they would do this when they had had a perfectly good shop in the first place. I was talking to someone about this.

I then noticed that there was more room towards the back for people to sit down in, a little area with tables and chairs. Maybe this place wasn't so small and insignificant after all.

It was then liked I was in the bakery, and we had to make all these special orders for people. There was one for a therapist that I stopped seeing awhile ago. I didn't recognize that at first until I saw her. I hoped she didn't see me, but too late, she did. She said
"You need to come back and see me!" in a cheerful tone.
I didn't respond.
I was then preparing these cupcakes/brownies with cookies on top. Shannon showed me how to put the cookies on top. I started to put one cookie on some and three on others, but decided that two was the best choice to make them all even. I fixed the ones with one and that had one and three and made them all have two. I then came out with an extra cupcake/brownie thing and had to cut it and the edges to make it the same size as the others. I clipped the edges off the way I thought they looked best. I wasn't sure at first if I was doing it right, but I compared it with the others and thought it looked passable.

I was then outside. There were chairs, tables, and umbrellas. It was sunny and daytime out. I knew what was going to happen next: Someone was about to open fire on the coffee shop and go on a shooting spree. I even knew there would be some people who wouldn't make it. Then, a man's voice yelled
"GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!"
I dropped to the sidewalk, and other people there did as well. I was underneath a table and heard the gun going and going and going. It just kept shooting. I was afraid for my life.

The shots then ended and I got up. Inside at a table there were some dead people, some black men that were from Africa. I walked around a little and started to notice a wet feeling on the back of my neck. I then saw blood dripping down my leg. I had been shot in the back of the neck! I needed help before I lost too much blood. A man found me, I think it was Keith, one of the previous owners of the shop. He was so upset that I had gotten hurt. He helped me to a hospital. At some point, I saw blood dripping onto the floor. At another point, I saw the wound after the bullet was taken out. It was quite small and looked to be scabbed over already.

At another point, I felt that this wasn't real, and I became lucid. There was a guy with me who looked like my husband's best friend, and I said
"This is a dream!"
He was quite close to my face and he just looked at me. I then woke up.

~

I was at work at the bakery. It was nighttime. I was working with Taylor and Kaitlin. I was supposed to get off of work at 9, but we were so slow and caught up that I clocked out at almost 8 o'clock. As I was leaving, I saw Taylor and Kaitlin working on something. I hoped that they didn't need my help. I had to be at work by 6am the next day anyway. I was thinking about how Shannon would probably be mad at me for leaving early, but oh well, too late now.

I then briefly woke up and thought that that had really happened. I then went back to sleep.

I was back at work, and the computer screen there was a buttery yellow color. I had left it that way; I was supposed to clean it off before I left. There was a note typed up in the top left corner of the screen with some quote about cleanliness from the assistant CS manager. I started to scrape the yellow stuff off with my fingernail.

~

Again, I was working at the coffee shop, though it looked different. Two girls came in, one about 12, the other a teen, and ordered some drinks, a cafe' au lait for the older one, and some kind of latte for the younger one. I realized that we had no milk. We also had these weird milk steamers that were hand-held. I looked in vain for milk. I remember seeing some black coffee that looked steamed and bubbly. I felt bad for making the girls wait. What kind of coffee shop runs out of milk?? I had to apologize for the wait to the girls. The younger girl then changed her order to an amaretto latte. I then ran to another coffee shop to borrow milk. I told the guy working that I needed enough milk for a cafe' au lait and a latte. He poured some milk into a steaming pitcher for me and gave it to me. I looked inside the pitcher, and it didn't look like there was barely any milk, and it looked like it was separated; the white part was on the bottom, and on the top it looked like water. Ok...weird...

I then was back in the coffee shop and looked in the pitcher again and saw that it was full of orange juice! What...the heck. I didn't want to make these girls wait any longer, so I decided to change the OJ into milk by thinking about it. I realized I was dreaming for a split second while doing this, but quickly faded back into the NLD. I was kind of succeeding at the beverage change. I eventually steamed it, which I remembered how to do surprisingly well. It now definitely looked like milk. I gave them the drinks. I couldn't remember exactly what the younger girl had said she wanted in her latte. She then went over to a self-serve area and put some kind of amaretto powder into her drink. Alright, whatever!

~

I was in the library in college. I was getting on a computer. Jason was next to me on a computer. He was playing Starcraft. I then also started to play. My base was right next to his. We were both playing as the Zerg race. I was literally trying to build on his land. I built some kind of something, honestly I don't remember what it was, I think it was to make the most basic attack Zergs (can't recall what they're called). His drones started to attack them. I then started to try building a base around his, but he kept attacking me as I was doing so. I would succeed, but his drones would kill off any progress I was making. I decided to quit because I didn't think we were supposed to be playing Starcraft on the library computers anyway. It then showed a screen that had the word FEMALE on it inside of a bar and the bar filled up almost all the way in a lime green color. It was a bonus for being one of the few female Starcraft players. I went on there again and immediately got attacked by more advanced Zerg fighters. I quickly quit again, this time receiving no bonus.

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid

Dream 1: (Very short and uninspiring so there isn't a title)
There were a bunch of people inside a room and they seemed to have been gender swapped.
Super hazy recall on this dream.

Dream 2: Creepy House
Oddly enough, I had a lot of dream control/influence on the direction of plot in this dream. I walked towards a yellow, block-like 2 story school building that had stairs up the side of it, I went up the stairs and walked inside with the intent to find something. Turning down a corridor and making my way further into the building, I felt that things were kind of 'off', a certain tone of suspense and tension was in the air. I turn down the corner and continue onwards, coming to a door with a cross-hatched patterned window at the top. Through the window I saw an Asian girl staring at me from the far side of the room. I instantly know that she is evil, she is the grudge-incarnate and I begrudgingly decide to kill her once and for all (I hate the grudge, scariest thing ever). For some reason I had the distinct feeling that there were no consequences, that she couldn't actually hurt me, but I didn't question it. I have a samurai sword in my hand now, opening the door I charge at her and stab her in the neck and face, she dissipates in front of me (I had a feeling that she couldn't die, but instead dismissed it and as I seemingly assert my non-lucid control over the dream, making her stay dead). I realize to the left at the back of the room is another Asian girl, studying hard. She had an eery appearance that was somehow attractive. She started scorning me for some reason as I decided to leave.

I had left the building at some point, and decided to go back in again after knowing that the evil grudge was vanquished. This time I ended up on the viewing side of an interrogation room, I had the intent of interviewing people for evil inside of them for some unknown reason... The sense of looming horror was in the air. Inside the interrogation room was a simple wooden chair, this part gets hazy as I dismiss a few people for being evil, until a woman shows up. She is inside the viewing room with me, leaning against the wall next to the viewing window, beckoning me. I felt that she wasn't evil, that she had no demons inside of her. I come closer and we talked face to face, but I noticed the viewing room flicker in and out of complete darkness... I saw a face every time it went dark in that room. The woman and me both look at it, "I think someone is.. watching us" I say. The next time it goes dark, I notice the reflection of the woman, she isn't looking at the glass, she's looking at me, staring at me. I turn to face her and her eyes are bottomless pits, black and empty.

I was listening to some black guy talking while I was with Nikki. He slapped Nikki a few times so I got up and beat the crap out of him. I was then in some sort of warehouse as a zombie playing a team game. I decided to stop playing and was getting ready to exit when I saw a cat that looked like Nikki that had some sort of gash on her side. I knew it wasn't her because the real Nikki was behind me. I freaked out and told myself to wake up.

10/05/2014
"Z-Day Diversion"

Deep in the zombie apocalypse, my allies and I were holed up inside of a prison (The Walking Dead style), and trying our best to survive. Directly next to this prison (comically-close) was a hospital. The hospital was 100% zombie-infested, but we found ourselves having to venture over there for food and supplies (much like the 'self-infection' sequence in World War Z). I remember seeing sweeping shots of many of the hospital hallways, and how there were scores of the undead just roaming about. It was always harrowing, but it was the only place we could get the supplies we needed, so we had to brave it.

We found that there was a missile-launcher on the roof of the prison, set upon a turret. I can't remember why, but I had to make my way up to the tower where the missile was. I think it had malfunctioned, and we were planning on using it to (somehow) make an escape from the prison, or end the apocalypse with a strategically-placed attack (or something), so I went up to try to get it working again. While I was fiddling with the launcher, it suddenly armed itself and the turret began moving. It didn't take long for me to realize that it was attempting to aim itself at me. I scrambled around on the tower, trying to keep myself out of the line of sight of this missile - not that I was sure it was going to fire at me at such a close range, inevitably blowing up part of the prison with me. Eventually, I got to where I was partially hanging off of the tower by my hands, but I was in the weapon's blind spot.

This incident led me to find out that there was a secret faction of 'elites', who were watching us and 'controlling' our situation, from afar. They were the ones whom had taken remote control of the missile launcher and threatened to take me out, had I attempted to use it. Our apocalyptic survival was a part of some larger experiment, and we were being manipulated and studied, even while we suffered through one gruesome zombie-encounter after another. Those of us who survived banded together to try and figure out the mystery of who was putting us through this, and why, but I don't remember much more.

10.6.14

Last night 12am - 5:37

Was suppose t get up at 4:45, but hit the snoozer and overlsept.

DR at 4:20

I'm chatting with Ophelia. I can clearly see 3-4 lines in the irc and I remember them when i wake up. I kick myself for not having a notebook handy, then instead of writing it down, I say pffft, I'll remember that. Now all I remember is numbers 3 and 4.

Non Lucid-Blue
Lucid-Green
Semi Lucid


The Trap

I was in a park with lots of people and everyone was getting ready to play a dream game. However, according to one lady I didn't do it right and had to be punished. "Your not supposed to know its a dream!" is what she shouted at me as she tried to hit me. It made me mad so I shouted "I can do what I want in the dream,stupid!" than pushed her onto the ground. Her boyfriend and friends got mad so I started flying away.They ran after me though and tried cornering me in the sky. "Were not going to let you get away with what you did!" said the boyfriend, with a face like a mad man.As I started flying away I could see the clouds passing by around me like a portal was about to open up. I was excited but my lucidity level was lowering.I was still in the sky but could hear a train passing by somewhere in the distance. Than a ominous voice appeared and said" This is the old abandoned place*that we use to go to in the past. Come-follow me quickly- There's someone following us. " I looked around confused and just followed the guy who appeared,just for fun. I walked with him into a red door and the place we stepped into had lots of junk lying around. "Hurry, I want to show you something." He said and walked up through the stairs until we entered a wide place that seemed like a yard(With not much grass) but inside of a huge abandoned building filled with broken wood,bricks and junk."This place looks weird..." I thought to myself. The guy than hurried and shut the door as he laughed in a evil manner." You seriously thought I was your friend!Hahahahaha! I just lured you here so I could get back at you for what you did to me a long time ago! Now I'm going to lock you up in this place and you'll never get out!" He said satisfied. I was a sort of scared but the scene changed quickly. I was now watching an event unfold. A Asian guy knocked on the door of a very old women and asked how his daughter was doing."Oh, she's fine...She's out playing right now" said the old lady as if she was hiding something. Than she started to walk and count her steps in another language. After that a winged creature appeared and said something to the old lady and I woke up.


Time

I was in a huge city and had just finished touring the place but I was lost. Worried that my family would wonder where I was, I decided to take the train. I felt I was going to get home really late because it was 6pm and I didn't want to be outside pass 8pm because the trains didn't run good around that time. As I was walking the scene changed and now I was observing the life of a man. He was thinking to himself as he was in the taxi that was supposed to take him to the train station or home. "This was my life.I was able to write what I wanted to as a author. But as time passes by I can feel my time is coming to an end..."That's what he thought to himself before he exited the taxi. I was now focused on myself and went into the train station. Everyone was anxious to get home when suddenly three guys with guns entered the station. They asked for money and told others to go the other way. But one of them shot a boy and ran off. The police came quick and arrested them. But as the dead boy disappeared his friend began to blame himself. That it was his fault his friend died and now he was going to write a book about his and his friend's life. I climbed a pole after that and noticed that one of the boys looked like a cousin of mine that I hardly see. Soon after that I woke up.


Third Dream

I was in a apartment with my family and was walking around the place. I remember talking to a older guy and hugging someone but after that, I think I appeared on a bed. There was a purple ghost like eye staring at me. I got scared but thought about how I would use this opportunity to observe the DC's actions. "Turn into a little boy" I said and it turned into one. "Now turn into a grown man" I said but it did not change. I started wondering about how else I could change it but the dream changed so quickly. I was now in a small room with a kettle for tea. I began pouring the tea and tasting it and found it to be delicious. But than I reappeared on my bed so I bit my hand and it turned out to be rubbery.I kept doing it and eventually woke up.

Me and my sister are in a submarine with and older man with grey hair and his son who looks older than me and my sister. The submarine malfunctions and the man says he has to park it on the sea floor. He doesn't have time to find flat sea floor to park it because it's already going down so it's gets parked on a hill underwater making us a little tilted. The man then tries to use the submarines phone, but it doesn't work either. The man says we have to leave the submarine than try to swim to the top. The older man and his son go first, they go behind a door then close it and me and my sister don't know what happened next and we worry that we won't know how to get out. Then me and my sister walk towards the door but then we feel the submarine falling to the side it was leaning and me and my sister slam into what was the ceiling and we panic because now the only exit is beneath us trapped shut by the sea floor. We try to figure something out but there is nothing to be done, so I go and try the phone again, first try it was static. Then the second try I got the phone to work so I hurriedly called my grandma thinking the phone might go out again. She picks up and I scream into the phone that the submarine went down on its side and on top its only exit and that we won't make it long because the monitor in the sub says that it's losing oxygen pretty fast. My Grandma sounded like she was trying to be calm at first but and survey the situation but then she started to sound worried and got quiet, and then sounded like on the verge of tears and asked if there was anything I wanted her to know, and I knew we all knew we wouldn't make it so I started to weep while telling my Grandma that I love her and that she's the only reason my childhood was good and said some other things and then I gave the phone to my sister so she could talk. While they talked I looked around the sub for maybe an exit I didn't see before but then I woke up.

Morning of October 5, 2014. Sunday.



I am with my family, as we are now, in an unfamiliar home in an ideal location (or so it seems at first), at least relative to the scenery and clean air. It is not too close to the city and not too far from it. It seems our house is one of the last ones at the end of the street (assuming south), with no houses across the street from us, that area being a sparse but green forest. The house is about twice as large as our present real-life home. At first, the setting seems as favorable as possible. At one point, though, I notice a female actually “in” a window two houses away to the north (though the very next house to the north is empty). She seems to be watching our house, mostly our activities in our front yard. I am cleaning up a bit of the weeds and the children are kicking a ball around. The staring neighbor does not seem problematic or bothersome and is fairly far away as it is.

I head into the backyard from the southern end of the front yard as I notice at least two dogs barking. The next-door fence to the south is not that high (less than four feet) and is little more than a quite sparsely structured chain-link type. In fact, one of the larger barking dogs easily leaps over the fence, followed by a smaller one. I immediately have concerns about my wife and children, but they soon go into the house. The larger dog, which I think is an Irish Setter, is able to swallow one of our black-and-white cats in one gulp. However, after a short sadness of the loss (and additional concern about what they might do to our children on a later date), the cat comes out again and seems okay after lying on the ground not moving for a short time. The other cat is not swallowed in this manner but is still fighting back. I have no fear of the dogs regarding my own safety (unlike in my early childhood dreams).

I get a large bar (barbell) and start whacking the heads and spines of the dogs, though I am not sure I can get them back over the fence. This does not seem right at all, to live next to someone with large noisy dogs, especially ones that can intrude into our yard.

Eventually, a drunk male comes out into his yard. I am ready to start whacking him as well. In fact, I do so several times, though he is not killed by either the side-strikes or the forward thrusts of the long barbell. He gets up each time, but it is hard to tell whether the alcohol or the bashing on the head has interfered with his coordination, speech, and actions. Eventually I tell him that he will have to move out. Oddly, it seems I am certain of having a say in getting rid of him soon. I tell him that no one should have the right to have a larger problematic dog next-door to someone else, especially with a see-through or shorter fence.

Though I am not lucid, I am still somehow purposely able to “reset” the dream semi-consciously somewhat. I am able to cause a large wooden fence to rise from the ground until it is about ten feet high. Not only that, the fence is somehow completely soundproof as well as having some sort of internal (and “hidden”) advanced technology in controlling sound. I am aware (while in my “orb” form - or disembodied in-dream) of an amusing scene where the man is somewhat surprised at seeing the new fence. He tries to talk through it, saying “Hello?” and his own voice is reflected back (slightly louder) from behind him somehow. This is how it works. He does this several times, with his voice echoing back louder each time, seemingly from the outer walls of his house. He seems completely puzzled and remains in a stupor.

Eventually, I decide to “take” the entire neighborhood without recompense to anyone else. My family will live here for a long time.

New york is under attack by another nation, and I am assigned to pilot an experimental aircraft designed for combat in locations like cities where maneuvering and control are more valuable than speed. Their wings can vector the thrust from the engines in any directions, allowing us to fly between buildings.
I don't remember much of the dream, but I recall doing fairly well in the dogfight and taking a dozen or so enemy fighters before being shot down myself. I ejected and floated down into the city. I also recall the city itself. Most of the buildings were still standing with small craters and damage likely caused by the initial attack.

I am at college, and I recall meeting this girl who was just crazy about me. She loved me. This was kind of a bother, because I found her to be annoying and overly-hyper. She wasn't very attractive in my eyes either, but I had decided to give her a chance anyway. I don't really recall what she looked like though...
She took me to her home (that was somehow on the campus). There was a lavish duplex built on the shore of a beach. (Dream sign) Next to it was a pool and a hot tub. She also had a tennis court and a play-place. There were a couple of palm trees around, and the rest of the island was covered in small craggy hills, that looked like miniature mountains.
This whole dream was set during the nighttime, and it was dark. In a strange way, I felt like the island was indoors. I felt like we might be inside a giant skydome or something, like on The Truman Show. Anyways my new girlfriend wanted to go in the hot tub. I told her I had to go change, and went into the duplex where I had a suitcase. And because it was a dream, I kept putting on my bathing suit and have it turn into something that was not a bathing suit while it was on my legs. So I must have removed a pair of jeans or shorts or boxers five times until I put on an actual bathing suit.
Eventually I managed to put on a bathing suit and head out to the hot tub, but this girl was totally ADHD and by the time I got finished changing and got to the hot tub, there she wanted to play tennis. We started heading over to the tennis court (without changing of course) and I lost the dream.

I am having this dream about a real life first person shooter, or some kind of combat training. I can't recall what exactly it was, but I know that it was not a real war. But dirty fighting is still allowed. There are huge teams, I think 16 on 16.
I am geared up with all of this military gear, such as an assault rifle, pistol and some grenades.
Me and two other guys who were much less experienced than me were tasked with guarding this pathway that led out of the woods. Supposedly bad guys would undoubtedly come up this path and into our base. Sure enough, guys did start coming. We used some big trees at the end of the path for cover. We ducked and covered for awhile and managed to take them down.
Then one of the guys I was with started screaming because he saw the enemy commander. The enemy commander was this huge man, about 6'6" and very fat. He wore all black and carried two large SMGs. I told my teammates to give me cover and I ducked behind a fallen tree.
Now what I did next was a bit strange. I dropped my gun, my grenades, my sidearm (a pistol), my body armor, my backpack, and my army coat, leaving only my pants, boots and the sweatiest, grossest tank top I had ever seen. I then ran down the path, dodging the commander's bullets and kicked him as hard as I could in the groin. While he was distracted my teammates shot him.
...
There was this other part where everyone had stopped fighting. Apparently there was somebody else who had the same idea as me, this Chinese guy on the other team. He had thrown off all his gear and the two teams were now forcing us to have a MMA fight to determine who would win. We were fighting on a paved basketball court and both teams were watching us fight. I think the Chinese guy beat me, but he told me that I was still a good fighter.

I was having some dream that somehow tied back into all of the previous dreams. I was in a gorgeous beach-side town, riding a bike, trying to find my way back to a hotel that my family was checked into. Most of the town was fairly low, with just a few cottages, a small downtown and a lighthouse on the beach. But at one point, I rode down this path and found this huge parking lot with all of these tailgaters parked in it and partying. Beyond that was a massive city composed of these mid-rise buildings and following that were these massive angular glass skyscrapers.
For some reason, the thing I recall most about this moment was the sky. Okay, yeah there was a small second sun near the first, but the clouds looked gorgeous. I remember looking all around and seeing these amazing cloud formations. Layers upon layers of clouds.
I began riding my bike into the tailgate lot. I asked myself why it seemed so hard to make it back to the hotel, why does the town seem to keep changing.
Maybe it's because I'm dreaming. I do a nose pinch just to confirm. I'm dreaming. I decide to get off the bike. I tell myself that I will hop off and begin flying. I leap off to the side. I don't start flying. I just land on the ground.
I begin walking out toward the beach. I stomp my feet on the pavement trying to get a feel for the dream. I find that the feeling of stomping (and the 'shock') that runs up your leg makes for good dream stabilization. The clarity begins to increase. I rub my hands together and further the clarity.
I look around at the tailgate, but now it looks more like a school cafeteria setting, but outdoors. I think to myself about how all the dream characters in that setting are just aspects of my subconscious mind. I look out over the coast, and see the waves rolling in. My lucidity seems very clear, and I think to myself how I haven't felt this lucid in awhile.
I think to myself about what happened last night; the unsolved mysteries and unanswered questions. I begin heading toward the beach thinking that I can somehow use the sand to transport myself.
The dream clarity falls through very quickly and I wake up. I try to WBTB, and nearly get it. I recall some hypnogogic imagery about a robotic claw moving these long, square cardboard boxes. I think the robotic claw was made out of cardboard as well. I recall some kind of designation number on the end of the box. I try to latch onto it and form a new dream. It doesn't seem to work. I give up, and just allow myself to wake up..

Dream - Lucid

I was at the mall with I think my friend Ashley. She had gone off to do her own thing. I was thinking about coloring my hair something crazy, like light blue or pink. I "remembered" when my hair had been very short and straight and a bunch of different colors at once, like in vertical stripes. I remember pink and light blue being two of the colors. I thought my hair had looked quite cute that short.

I then was in this place where the people there did some sort of spiritual healing ritual. It was very expensive, and I felt like the things they were saying to the customers were generic and recycled; it had no meaning, therefore it held no weight. I didn't want to try it, but they talked me into it. The main person doing it was a man. He said something about my aura being purple. He was using this machine/crystal thing that had a purple glow to concentrate my energy. As it was happening, I felt different, but I wasn't sure if the thing was working or it was just the power of suggestion. When it was over, I didn't want to pay as much money as they were asking so they gave me a discount. I don't remember paying or the amount I paid.

Something about me getting left at the mall. I believe Ashley had left because we had been there for so long.

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The store from the last dream that did the spiritual healing was somehow a suspect in the disappearance and death of a girl. I was at my friend Grace's house with some other people. The people from the store had brought all the stuff from the store to her house in the living room. We were going to question them. We were then in the kitchen and Grace was pouring us all a glass of milk. I didn't have the heart to tell her I don't drink milk. She was getting glasses out of a cupboard that was very high up. She left a small thing of chocolate milk up there with a tall glass. Everyone else had gone in the other room but me. I opened the cupboard to get the milk out and take the glass, but I then remembered that Grace is picky and was probably putting it up there so no one else would take it. I left it there.

We were then in the other room with the store people and all their stuff. I think we were trying to play it off like we weren't questioning them or anything, just having a house call or whatever. I felt nervous about it though because I didn't want them to play the game back. I didn't stay in the room for much of the dream.

~

I was inside of this pen outside with some other people. It was like it was my job, though I'm not sure what we were doing. There were other pens around as well. I was topless. I hoped no customers saw, but I'm sure they did. I finally put on a light blue t-shirt that I own IWL. I did not put on a bra, however. I then put on the white button up I usually wear to work IWL, though in the dream, it was a much tighter version. I stepped into the shirt instead of unbuttoning it to put it on. I thought I had slid my arms into the sleeves. I then had a jacket or something on over all of that, and I could see that the white work shirt was crooked. I took the jacket off and saw that I hadn't put my arms in the sleeves. I started to do so, and the damn shirt felt so uncomfortably tight around my tummy! I commented about the tightness of the shirt. I put the jacket back on and it was less crooked now, but still kind of crooked. I kept trying to straighten it. You could also see these black circles/stars from the blue shirt (that aren't on the IWL version) peeking out the top of the work shirt.

I then was in a pen with some little kids (the pens seemed to be segregated by age). One wanted me to pick him up, and I awkwardly did. I was holding him in the middle of my body. I couldn't see while holding him, but I carried him around the pen. After putting that one down at some point, I picked up a smaller, younger little boy. He was probably only a toddler. I decided to try to pick him up another way, the way I usually see people carrying children: On their hip. So I picked him up and carried him on my right side. It was much easier, and the right way to do it. I could see and everything. I carried the child around the pen and gave him to his mom. I then noticed that his mom had one arm and a small stump mid arm for her other arm, as if her arm hadn't fully developed. I then noticed that the child had a leg like that. I hadn't noticed at all. I was proud of myself for not noticing and looking past physical deformity.

I then wanted to play League of Legends...in real time, though it was much different than real LoL. I watched these kids running around a pen playing it. It was nighttime and dark. The kids all had a light blue spark following/around their heads. I heard this crazy monster noise and one of the kids was attacked and "died". Something happened to the blue spark, though I can't quite recall what. It moved. I didn't see this part, but I knew the kids would respawn. I was then "remembering" the death/respawning happening to me. I couldn't remember what it felt like to be "dead". I wanted to play with the kids, but only certain age groups could play together; I would have to play with adults.