non-lucid

Dream - Lucid

I was working at Target (never worked there IWL). It was a HUGE Target. I was walking around the store when a young lady stopped me and asked me if we had this one belt in her size, which was a weird size, a 70/30. She pointed to a big but short rectangular black belt that had holes down the middle. It was hanging up with a bunch of other belts that were all mixed up. It was the only belt of its kind that I could see. It looked like it wouldn't even fit around most people's waists because it was so short. Maybe it stretched. Anyway, I told her I didn't think we did, but I'd go check. I went to the front of the store and entered an office where a manager, a female, was standing up at a computer and working. I asked her if they had any more of that particular belt in a 70/30. She looked up the inventory on the computer and came up with nothing. Just as I thought, that was the only belt of that kind we had. I went back to find the lady; the store was so big and had so many shelves and aisles, it was like a maze. I found her looking at some dresses that were hung up on shelving instead of on fixtures. I told her we didn't have her size, a 70/30. She then said her size was a 30/70. I guess I had mixed it up, but regardless, we had no more belts like that. She then took a long, flowy, almost prom-like light blue dress from where it was hung up on the shelf. She was going to ask me if we had it in her size, but she then said
"Oh, it's dirty!" I looked at it to see if it was, and did see a dirty spot. She proceeded to throw the dress on the floor.
She asked if we had any more and I said no, we didn't. I looked at the other dresses that were hung up, and there weren't very many, but they were mixed up like the belts were. She started to complain about the store, all while smiling.

Then, there was something about a video game, an online one that had to do with the store, though the content of the game had nothing to do with Target. It was more like an open-world RPG. I was playing and noticed parts of it were closed. I think there was some kind of maintenance or update that was going on. I was then at the store in an office with many other employees where the managers were having a meeting with us about it. I don't remember the meeting or what was said, but after that, I kept coming into work and clocking in when I wasn't scheduled. I'd stay for a few hours, walk around, play the game, or help the bakery (waking life work coming in here), and then clock out. No one had said anything to me about it, and I thought it was ok because I thought others were doing it as well.

Then, I was clocked in not at my scheduled time. I was in the bakery. It was nighttime. I was thinking that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. I then started to think about if I had worked too many hours and I as going to hit overtime. I was also trying to justify myself coming in not on my scheduled time, thinking that at least this time I was helping out and not wandering around the store for no reason. A manager then came up, the assistant store manager. He was telling Taylor and whoever else was scheduled to work something about staying late or leaving early or helping someone else out. I can't recall. But he didn't address me. I figured it was because I wasn't really scheduled to be there.

It was then 9:30 pm and the lights in the bakery all went out. We were closed for the night, even though it was a bit early for that. I guess they wanted to bakery to close early for some reason.

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I was in the bakery again. It was nighttime again also. It felt a little like my last dream, but I can't recall if the scheduling thing carried over or not. I was about to leave when my grandma walked into the back. Her hair was up in a bunch of tiny buns, and it was blonder and thicker than it is IWL. Wow, she was working at 91 years old! Impressive! I think I "remembered" something about her having worked there for years and years. She wasn't working as a baker or anything though. She was actually working in the meat department. She got out her equipment, a knife and so forth, and started to cut some raw meat off the bone. Her hands were shaking as she did it because of her age, but she kept up. I wondered how the other employees felt about her being there for so many years. Everyone must know who she is, the 91-year-old woman still working in the meat department. I was now standing a few feet away from her. She was stooped over the sink area working. I then noticed she cut her hand a little; I saw her bleeding, but she'd just wipe it off and keep going. I asked her if she cut herself, and she said yes, but didn't stop what she was doing. Maybe she was used to it; maybe it happened all the time.

Then, I was in the bakery again on a different day. I asked someone I was working with, who was working on something on a back counter, if they knew Helen. They said yes. I told them she was my grandma. I don't remember what they said. I asked someone else this as well, and told them that she was my grandma.

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I was with Dallas at our apartment. I was planting a bunch of vegetable seeds...in my nose. Yes, in my nose. I think Dallas planted some things in his nose as well. I had also planted some in a roll of paper towels in the bathroom, and had planted some in some cardboard or in some other substance in the living room. It was some sort of experiment we were doing on how different conditions affected the growth of the plants. I planted carrots in the left nostril and lots of tomatoes in the right nostril. I also was planting some tomatoes and possibly other veggies in the cardboard/whatever it was in the living room, and watching as sprouts would come up almost immediately after I would plant them. It was really cool to see! I saw a timer at one point that started at zero and as the plant was sprouting, it would gradually increase. I knew I needed to water them and take care of them. I knew the ones in the bathroom would be ok because of the moisture and humidity from the shower when we showered. I was thinking about watering the ones planted in the living room. I was also thinking about how in the world the ones in my nose were going to survive at all.

My nose felt runny and full from the growing vegetables. I even looked in the mirror at one point and saw some weird vegetable growing out of my nose. It looked nothing like any vegetable I know of IWL. It was long and skinny at the top, getting fatter at the bottom. The top was white, and the bottom was brown.

I then had an idea of another place to plant the vegetables, which made a lot more sense than any of the other places I had planted them. I had some white, square dinner plates on the living room floor lined up in an upside down "L" shape. I couldn't plant the seeds directly on the plates, obviously. I needed some soil. Dallas was going out somewhere, so I asked him to get some soil while he was out. I looked at him, and noticed that he was wearing a red and white vertical striped button up with a red emblem on my right (his left) upper side, on his chest, but it was unbuttoned. He had a shirt on underneath it. IWL, he would not wear anything like this; it isn't his style at all, so I was surprised to see him dressed like that. He looked skinnier than he does IWL and younger too. He had no facial hair and a few freckles on his face. In fact, in a way, his clothing reminded me of something Ryan, a guy I dated over 3 years ago, would wear. His looks kind of did too, but not a whole lot.
"You look good!" I said to him.
He really did. He looked very polished and cleaned up.

I was bent over the living room garden when something fell out of my nose. I was surprised at first, and I took a look at it. It was a large, weird looking carrot! It was orange and very fat on the top, getting skinnier towards the bottom, as carrots do, but it looked more "fake", cartoonish or something; it was very smooth. It had some leaves on the top, but not many. It was also slimy from being in my nose. I held it in my hand and examined it. I then exclaimed to Dallas
"THIS came out of my nose! THIS!!"
I was so shocked that something so big could come out of my nose!

I then had another carrot, one from the living room garden. It looked quite similar to the nose carrot, but looked more "real"; it was more rough to the touch than the nose carrot, and also wasn't slimy from the mucus. It looked healthier to me. I was thinking about why that was. I thought about sunlight and water. I think I went to wash the nose carrot off to see if that made a difference, but it still felt smooth to touch. It still didn't seem as healthy as the living room carrot.

~

That last dream was quite vivid, especially when I was looking at my husband while he was dressed in the red and white shirt. Really, all the dreams were pretty vivid last night, I'm guessing because I was so tired and didn't sleep much the night before. All in all, a great night of interesting NLDs.

Morning of September 13, 2014. Saturday.

Dream #: 17,435-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



I had a distorted impersonal dream that was like a science-fiction movie scenario. It is like watching someone else’s ideas or fantasies.

At one point, two young college men send up a small communications satellite mostly made from a beer can. People talk about using it to send a message to relatives, having something to do with how it shines and what direction it faces. It will somehow stay up in the sky even though it is too close to ground level to be in orbit. (I see the shininess of the small object from the ground).

There is an eerie part of my dream that involves unfamiliar technology that is like a combination of a tiny alien probe and a mechanical insect. It seems to move on its own for a time before it finally settles atop a black vacuum cleaner. I watch it clearly for several minutes before waking, expecting it to display some signs of additional activation but nothing else occurs. It looks like an alligator clip (laterally symmetrical) lying on its side, but is more elongated and has other features (like a miniature spacecraft). A teacher warily makes comments about it in a school setting. It seems necessary for people to pretend not to notice it. Although the object is tiny, it seems to be the result of an advanced alien civilization that may eventually overtake humanity. It reminds me of a robotic fly. It seems it may have a “primitive intent” (or programming) to camouflage itself.

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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

This one is both erotic and gross, so be warned.

I am attending my guru's teachings but it turns into something else. He is performing something like an empowerment and then he directs his attention to me, by making a reference only I understand. Then he throws a kind of ritual cover with buddhist symbols over my lap. It seems random or accidental, but I am starting to think maybe not. Then he recites something nysterious and a lady on his left side, who is helping with the ritual, finishes with a sort of wishful phrasing like "may your wish be fulfilled" meant for the guru.
After this event, as night falls, I feel light headed and eerie and an urge to go somewhere. I feel fluid and like walking on clouds. I move like dancing, but I don't know where I am going. I feel like I'm being drawn somewhere until I actually feel like a real hand guiding all my movements. It's a warm and gentle hand. I submit willingfully.
I arrive at a place with a couple of guards by a door, but the door is wide open and there's someone descending a staircase. It is my guru, but a god-like version of him, skin so flawless as made of metal. And he is completely naked, using only adornments around his waist, neck and head. On one hand he has pointy silvered fingernails. He embraces me, I feel his warmth and smoothness. He removes my dress with just a touch and turns me around. We're both naked in front of a mirror. He kisses me and caresses me. I feel horny like crazy, I'm panting with desire. Then he pierces my left ear lobe with his silver fingernails and starts sucking my blood. At the same time he penetrates me from behind. He says calmly "I'm in". I'm lost in ecstasy, I have never felt like this before.
I am about to explode with pleasure when he tells me "do not come". He pulls out of me and tells me to simply let the blood come out. I'm not sure what he means. I know he means blood coming out of my "secret place", I just wonder why. Then he disappears, leaving me in an indescribable state. I feel drained and exhausted, yet, in a climax like no other I've ever experienced. I feel like he went to the deepest inside me and became part of it. I feel like I died and I am reborn again.
When I wake up, I still linger on that feeling and emotion and feel exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.
Meanwhile, my period came. Odd timing.

I recall some dream about my family staying at this very upscale hotel somewhere in England. The hotel has an odd mixture of very modern and very Victorian feel to it. I was at the swimming pool area, looking around when I decided that I wanted to go into the hot tub. I come over and in the hot tub was supposedly some very important female politician and two secret service agents who wore their sunglasses into the hot tup.
I started to get in, but she said I couldn't. It would cost me $15 for every minute I spent in the hot tub and asked if I had a deal. And I'm like forget that. I turn and leave before she charges me for breathing her air or something.
I am walking, planning on leaving the pool area and going back to my hotel room. Another lady politician who looks a little younger shows up. She tells me that she wants to give me a special deal. For one payment of $14.85, she will let me into the hot tub. But there is this whole other part of the deal like I have to strip down in the naked and go into the main swimming pool or something.
I leave very mad and say "Forget that!". I walk over to the far edge of the pool area, and start looking out the window. The hotel has this huge panoramic window on the pool that looks out over the city. I recall it being nighttime. Then another person that I remembered being a politician comes over. He says he is going to charge me $5 for looking out of his window.
I paused and started ranting about how these people are politicians and they are such Dbags, charging people to use things that are not even theirs. I get halfway through my rant and become lucid... for some reason.
I immediately slip into drunken lucidity though. I begin hovering above the ground and float over to the hot tub. The first lady is still in it.
"Oh, did you change your mind?"
"Yes."
I use telekinesis and lift both her and the secret service agents out of the hot tub. I look above and the pool room is actually several stories high. There are a couple of concrete support beams supporting the hotel. I place the three of them on the highest beam with no way to get down and cut the telekinesis.
"When you learn you lesson you can come down from there!"
I then get my cummupins and lose the dream. I wake up and then fall back asleep.

Ahh that was good lucid revenge.

Some dream about watching documentary talking about how radioactive waste is handled in developing countries. They were talking about how they had to transport it on a dangerous railway through the mountains and used these special weighted train cars that were less likely to tip over.
The doccumentary shows people loading the waste by hand into the train cars. The waste is stored in these large lozenge shaped steel canisters that look a little bit like atomic bombs. Each one is about the size of a person. It takes two people to lift one though. The strange thing is that they are just throwing them into the car.
I then see the train leave the back of the power plant. I notice how wobbly it is on the rails and recall how the cars are weighted on the bottom, so even if they wobble they won't fall over.
The documentary cuts to the actual disposal site. It is in a river. People here dispose of the canisters by hand. Everyone here is strong enough to lift one canister by themselves and they wear full sacks of rice over their bodies to absorb the radiation. They carry them about a quarter mile from the train station to the river, the best people can do it without stopping for a rest. The canisters are put into the river that is later covered with soil and then the river is redirected so that the canisters don't pollute the world with their radioactivity.
They are showing footage of the canisters being lined up in a pile in the river when something truly horrific happens. One of the men begins bleeding horribly, spraying more blood than should have been in his body everywhere from a large wound on his back. Everyone runs screaming and fearful. A similar occurrence happens to several more people. Everybody is thrown into a panic. A few people take out guns and begin firing. The river runs red with blood.
I can recall the people on the documentary focus in on this one woman. I think she was part of the crew filming the documentary. A man with a gun makes her kneel down and then shoots her in the head over and over. At this point, I decide to 'turn off' the documentary.
...
Something to do with Clover, or a similar looking monster attacking in England. I think it was the same city that the hotel from the first dream was in.
...
Some other stuff happened that I cannot recall. The world is falling into chaos. The shooting at the nuclear waste site and the clover monster were connected to it somehow.
...
I recall being at my grandparent's house.
...
I am walking with someone late at night. Somehow all of the dreams that I just had were connected. They had to do with the world gradually falling into chaos and darkness.
I think the person I was walking with was Manei. I felt her energy even though I was nonlucid.
I recall seeing someone had hung three dreamcatchers from a chain-link fence. I saw one of them was smoldering. When I looked closer, I saw that the ring had broken and the net inside of it was partially gone.

At first me and the other dream character were a bit confused and then we suddenly got it. The things that were attacking earth and causing all of the chaos were actually people's nightmares! I turned and looked at a nearby house. I think to myself that if these people will let me sleep in a bed I can have a lucid dream and somehow fighting back.
It was also at this point that I realized that I was actually the main character in some movie that was about how lucid dreamers fought nightmares that were attacking earth. It was a confusing system.
So basically what I had to do was sleep, have a lucid dream and then 'come back' to 'WL' earth while still in the dream. I could then see and fight the nightmares much more clearly. I run into the house and tell the people my crazy plan. The people in the house are a middle aged man and a woman. The man is actually a centaur.
I wake up.

This morning I had a lucid but it was very vivid and I wasn't of the greatest level of lucidity either. The only part I recall from being lucid was being in a public restroom with a younger Asian woman. There were other events prior but I can't recall them that well. It had something to do with being in a store, and I think I was looking for bread for some reason.

- I'm outside my university and i notice my classmates. My friend is with them but he's not using his walking aid (he has a muscular problem). I greet them and follow him as he limps to the library. Inside we make some kind of party, one of my classmates asks me for a bottle of beer. I open my backpack to see i have beer and a bottle of coke. After a while a cute girl appears, stares at me and kisses my cheek.

- I'm in my neighbourhood, walking on the sidewalk, when i notice 2 guys sitting by the side. After i walk past them, i turn around to see if they change (was i a bit lucid??), and i think i saw something different but i got distracted and then i found myself inside some house playing a Sonic videogame with a boy and his bigger brother. After winning i continue my walk home when i see two suspicious looking individuals, so i do a little sprint and cross the street. There are some people and some old guy comes out yelling, he is really mad because apparently a goblin gave him a fake coin.

- I'm in my house, the doorbell rings so i go to the door. It is a magician, he wants to buy a special coin from my dad. I let him inside and go to my room. I sit in the floor and notice a black beetle with orange details. I touch it and step back a bit. The doorbell rings again, this time is a familiar looking woman in a robe. I take her to my dad and he gives her what she was looking for: a gold coin with a frog pattern.

I’m in a long closet like mom’s going through clothes. I come across a Wal-Mart bag with the broken pieces of the sand-dollar mom gave me, except it looks like a smooth, jagged gem/rock piece.

I hide it in the back corner, but then realize mom might come across it, so I take it back out and put it in the drawer of something like my nightstand.

There’s a brown box in front of me, and there are two yellow bags of chicken in it, as well as a few loose pieces. I pick up one, and it’s kind of soft and raw in the middle.

Mom comes over to the doorway to the closet. We talk a bit about the clothes; I can’t remember the exact conversation. There’s a pink shirt and as I held up a pair of pink pants, I think they might match, so I hold them together and ask. Even as she says no, I can tell that they’re different shades of pink.

Then there was something about mom trying to get me to remember what the chicken was from. It had the feel of me having done something but trying to repress it. I said that “It was too long ago for me to remember”, but she insisted that, “It really wasn’t that long ago.”

I have a kind of flashback story narrative sequence:

-Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul is eating alone on a chair, a clerk standing at the counter in front of him
-Taking a group of friends to a host-club type place, the one nearest to my outsider POV being Hide.
-Walking into a room where there are three girls(?) very similar in appearance. He asks ‘which one it is’. He’s supposed to be tutoring them. The middle girl steps forward, she’s shorter than the others. It’s Hinami. She says ‘me’ and introduces herself as Velma.
(It was only after I woke up that I realized that one of them was probably Touka, the other may have been a copy or Ayato. And that ‘Velma’ was actually Hinami.)

Inspirations: I haven’t thought about it in a while, but mom gave me a sand-dollar she got a long time ago from a friend. It broke during a move and I’ve felt guilty about it ever since.
I’ve been reading a lot of the Tokyo Ghoul manga lately.
The chicken might have come from me thinking about the piece of chicken I’m thawing in the fridge?

Just gonna put the whole thing in a spoiler tag. This dream doesn't strike any personal issues with me, but some people might find it inappropriate.

Proceed at your own risk.

Spoiler for not for the faint of heart:

So there is some kind of Sex Ed class being taught in my front yard, and there is a thick fog all around. I can remember there being a blackboard in the yard.
The class is taught by (and I am not just trying to be entertaining here, I actually dreamed this) A giant talking condom. That's right. I recall a giant condom package floating down out of the fog. The condom slipped out of the side. It stood on the open end, and the head literally had a face formed from wrinkles in the plastic. Looking back the face actually looked rather frightening. I wonder why I wasn't frightened by it in the dream.
So this... monstrosity begins the sex ed class. It draws some... well let's just say some descriptive pictures on the blackboard, and starts talking about them. I take note of who else is in the class. I remember seeing my old high school crush, my friend S and a couple other random people. There are seven or eight of us, total.
The condom continues on with the lesson. He keeps making all of these inappropriate innuendos about me and my crush who are both acting very embarrassed. I think there was another couple who he was poking fun at too.
Eventually the boy and girl in the other couple get sick of it and tell him to stop being so perverted. The condom says that this is part of the lesson. That people need to stop thinking sex is some kind of taboo. Sex is a part of life, and we should all embrace that.
You know he's got a point there.
...
The condom is now talking about other aspects of healthy life. He tells me to come up and gives me a lit cigarette and tells me to try it so he can make a point about not smoking. I tell him no. He tells me he will fail me if I don't try it.
I put it in my mouth and take a deep breath. Just like that, my lungs froze up and I felt like I couldn't breathe at all. I began spewing a cloud of thick smoke from my mouth and fell down. I was struggling to breathe, and as I blacked out, I woke up.

12.09.2014

Burning to awakening with the Sacred Fire (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream started at a small city. I believe it was fall because the trees were getting ready for winter, but they help tons of leaves still, but these were falling off and the ground was full of them. I could notice some snow from earlier storms as well. It was night and it was a bit cold.







We were walking to some place uphill because we were going to meet with some shaman or something. Apparently, there was a sacred pace in a mountain that had some holy wood that needed to be burned for prosperity of this city. I was worried because I knew that the sacred wood was gone, for some reason someone took it away. I neither knew how would I carry the fire. As we were going for a long walk to this place, my wife complained of all the uphills and downhills we had to go through. A couple of times we had to stop and ask some cops for directions until we found a wooden house up a hill.

We met with the shaman and he told me that I had healing hands and pure energy (I am a healer and psychic medium in real life) and that I could hold the flame of sacred fire with my very hands.







I was a bit concerned, being fire and all, but I trusted him. I held the sacred fire and started to walk to the other mountain to place it in some altar. I felt my hands started to warm up too much and I felt they started to burn. I actually woke up in a lot of pain on the palms of my hand. My hands are extremely sensitive, they are always very warm even on a cold day and I felt literally my hands burning. I was in a big pain actually and I ran to the bathroom to put my hands under cold water. It took a good 2-3 minutes to cool down my hands (and this was real, I did various RCs.) Even after that, I felt my hands warmer than normal and I still do.

12.09.2014

Brain out of sync, aging twice and four day-surgery (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Nightmares are extremely odd and uncommon for me, and I am always lucid. And no ~Dreamer~ I am not afraid of doctors or anything like that!! Was just a random nightmare, hehehe.

It seems I was not feeling well and I was taken to the local hospital for a complete checkup, but I was taking in a plane, during this time, the dream was in third person while the plane took off and I was taken to the hospital. For some reason, they gave me a shot with anesthesia and the dream faded until a few seconds later, now in first person, I was getting out of the plane, landing after the checkup. I noticed that there was another plane, a bigger plane that had a lot of medical emergency stuff:







Ignore the people, there were medical things, but the plane was thick like this one.

My wife was very sad and apparently, I was told that I aged twice as fast as other people and that I would need to have robotic joints everywhere and needed surgery asap. It was going to be a surgery that would last four days.

My mom was also there and she was upset with me (like I was to be blamed) and she told me, "I cannot get why you left brain has to be so much out of sync from your right brain." (what the #$#$% means that... LOL.) It seems that they were saying goodbye to me and they were hiding more stuff.

I told my mom, "Come on, what is really going on. I am an empath, you know it, I know more is going on." And she replied me with, "Empath or not, after this you wont be able to even talk, so who care..."

After that, I woke up scared.

Dream - Lucid

I woke up in a bed, though looking back, it was unfamiliar. It was supposed to be at the house I grew up in. I got up to get a shower. I looked at a clock, and one said it was 9:__am (can't remember the minutes). I then looked at another clock and it said 10:___am. I was confused. I then knew what happened: The clocks had sprang forward, which I had thought that the clocks had just changed a couple of months before, and I had gone back in time. I wasn't sure what made me realize I had gone back in time, but I just knew I had; something was off.

Something about my younger brother needing a shower first for some reason. My mom and him were both there. He was much younger, probably 11 or so.

I then saw an orange tabby cat somewhere. He had actually appeared before in the dream, but I can't recall when. He had a hurt front leg. I wanted to help him, but I didn't want to injure him further. I went somewhere else and saw my dad. My dad said something about the cat. I told my dad that I didn't know what to do since you aren't supposed to move an injured animal. He agreed with me that that was correct.

~

Only got a few hours of sleep last night. Super early morning this morning for work. Really looking forward to sleeping in this weekend! I need it!

So, it's been about two years since I last had a conversation with Jenn - ever since I went back to school. Since then, I slowly stopped having dreams about her(mostly because I stopped viewing her stuff on social media sites). But that I have almost nothing to do again(classes were full/struggling to get a job), I found myself thinking about her and checking her online profile to see if she is with another guy.

Dream:

I was back in Pacific High School(which was about 2-3 years ago), and the whole school were already walking home. I was standing near the sidewalk where I was able to see the streets very clearly. I had no idea what I was doing here - I never questioned it.

A few moments passed and I start paying attention to my surroundings. One area I used to always stare at during waking life was the front left corner of a sidewalk across the road. I saw Jenn there, talking to someone - a guy. I was shocked. This guy was almost like me except he was changed in cacky light brown shorts and a back t-shirt.

I stared closely at them to see what they were up to. Jenn seemed to be interested in him, judging by her facial expressions. I was not happy of this, especially after she told me in reality that she wasn't looking for a relationship. I had faith that if either one of them would of kissed the other, I would of killed them. I had so much anger for her.

After a while of watching them talk, the boy began walking towards his house. Surprisingly, I turned out following him opposed to Jenn. I moved through the crowds of students saying 'excuse me' and 'thank you' while keeping a close distance to the boy. After I got out of the crowd, I saw the boy walking in to a one-way street. I slowly moved in for a closer look and crouched down to avoid being seen.

During this moment, I had strong thoughts to commit murder on this boy. I just wanted him to die and knew he didn't deserve Jenn with the type of personality he had(but somehow some girls dig that). I ignored killing him this time. I got back up and left.

11.09.2014

Wife meets a neighbor at a weird mass. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I found myself enjoying a vacation with my wife and we were in a very Roman city, at Old Town area The road was pavimented with stones and all the construction appeared to be from several years ago, it felt like very old school this place.

We were visiting a Cathedral and it was also very Roman type of thing and it was beautiful.







We took a ton of photos and it was beautiful and my wife told me to enter it so check it out and I felt that would be an awesome idea. As we entered it, apparently there was a mass going on, but the bishop was not there. There were a lot of people praying and reading books (I guess bibles...) They were playing pop music and that felt to me very weird. (Usually I am good at picking up dream signs, but missed this one big time.)

As one song ended, i heard the first few notes from a Dragon Ball themed song. I was even more surprised and I told my wife about it, but someone changed the song to the next one. But only half a second from this song played and they stopped the music. As silence was dominant at the Cathedral, I saw a Bishop coming in and everybody stood up. Even though I am a spiritualist and non Catholic, I felt I would due my respects and stand up as well. The Bishop was holding a bible and he was trying to speak, but there was a lot of noise inside and no one seemed to care that the mass was going to get started.

Suddenly, my wife's cell started to ring at an extremely loud volume, to a point that it echoed throughout the entire Cathedral. Despite my wife trying to find her cell phone and not being able to, no one seemed to care either, there was a lot of chattering around the church and the Bishop was getting mad. I saw the Bishop waving at some people and suddenly people started to join a line, they were going to have communion or something. I figured that I should join the line as well for respects.

Some monk or something was lifting one of those things you eat for communion:







However, there were not signing or anything, just people joined the line. When it was my turn, a monk handed one to me and said, "Christ flesh." And placed it on my hands. However, it had like two Doritos attached to it. I ate it and it tasted like cardboard. It was pretty disgusting and I could not swallow it, so upon spilling it out, it felt and tasted like wet paper.

I was trying to find my wife, but she was talking with some neighbor that she found. It appears that this neighbor of hers was teaching English classes and she would share with the neighbor that she spent nine years at the US and knew better English than the teacher. I tried to talk to my wife, but she was focused our neighbor. She told my wife that she would be nicknamed "Acorn" After this, they had their goodbyes and my wife told me she hopped she called her for English teaching opportunities.

11.09.2014

Instant bulk-up (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in some sort of town, it appeared to be a small neighborhood and I was with some of my family. My mom was taking pictures of some building and I walked around the place trying to look for my wife or for someone I supposedly was waiting for.

Suddenly, Plankton from Spongebob called me on my cell phone:







He told me to go ahead and it a $10 bill and swallow it with the intent of the bill to teleport to him. As soon as I did, he told me that he was testing an instant buff magic. I felt my body growing instantly and getting beefed up:







I found that to be very funny and my wife told me that she liked all my new muscles. I told her it was a temporal thing and she said that she did not mind that.

After a while, my mom was working on sharing something with me on her cell phone, but the cell phone would just not work. I decided to go shopping and some random guys wanted me to give them my wallet and get my butt out of there. I felt frustrated and I though, "Mr Nice Old soul is tired of this... they will pay." I decided to eat a $10 bill and a $5 bill and called Plankton for another buff up. He told me that it was just a test for the first time and that it was an expensive process where he would need $100. I felt it was not worth just for kicking some jerk's butt.

From here, lost track of the dream and something related to coffee happened.

Ritual: After five hours of sleep I woke naturally and was determined to make a good WILD attempt. I spent an hour-long WBTB reading and writing about dreams, then returned to bed just before the sun rose. Despite a promising transition phase in which I observed hypnagogic visuals and audio distinctly manifesting, I was interrupted by frequent re-awakenings and eventually realized it was time to turn on my side and enter real sleep. I fully expected to WILD at this point because the conditions felt ideal, but instead I just had NLDs.

NLD: I had just left a cafe and was walking down the sidewalk to where I had parked a couple blocks away. The sky was oppressively dark, darker than seemed natural, and I composed a couple lines to try to describe it:

The world cowers beneath an enormous dark,
Unrepentent and unredeeming.

I wasn't sure if I liked them but figured I should write them down as soon as I could, because if I came up with a whole structure I could always come back to it and work it into something better.

As I entered the parking lot I noticed the moon. The last few days have seen a huge harvest moon, but this one was even bigger, with that sallow yellow hue that tints it when it is still low in the sky. Moreover, the pattern on its face was unusual: it resembled a winged dragon, drawn with iconic simplicity and in a rampant position like a figure on shield heraldry. I felt an urge to photograph it.

I opened the passenger side door, left it open, and sat down on the edge of the seat to brace myself so I could try to frame a good clear shot of it on my iPhone. I thought I felt movement and the image was bouncing around on the screen, the moon lost among some trees now. Was the car driving off with me? How inconvenient! I reached to the side and jerked up the emergency brake, then returned to my attempt to take a picture.

As I held up the phone again and looked at the image on the screen, I was more alert to the possibility of movement this time, and yes, I was able to confirm from it that indeed we were moving, and this was preventing me from taking clear photograph. Bad car! We were now driving rather quickly down a city street so I scooted fully inside and managed to get the door closed. (I realize now that in the dream the car door was hinged in the back and opened backwards, flat against the side of the car, rather than being hinged in the front and opening outwards as in WL.)

Once the car door was closed I wanted to get control of the car back, so I awkwardly climbed over into the driver's seat. A towel seemed to be wrapping around my feet and impeding me, but with some effort I managed to get myself seated appropriately so that I could take over the driving. I had been planning to do some other things before leaving the quarter of the city that we'd come from, but by now we had driven away too far for it to be convenient to return, so I decided to just go home instead.

After that I was waking up, but there was one more scene where I was standing next to a tram and again wondered if I wanted to return to the area I'd been in at the start of the dream. Once more I decided not to, since I couldn't be sure the tram would go to the right place either, and I was at that point under the impression that it was the tram, not my car, that had driven off with me.

Then I realized with exasperation how absurd it was that dreams continually present me with situations that are extraordinary by the standards of waking life, yet I usually don't recognize them as evidence of dreaming. Why not? "I guess I just don't find them strange" was all I could come up with. Later I realized that I was at least still half in a dream state as I had these thoughts, and didn't realize I was dreaming then either.