non-lucid

Dream - Lucid

Something about turtles. That's all I remember.

~

I was at school sitting in a classroom. It was my first class on my first day. I was having to repeat my junior year of high school. I had already taken the class I was in. I was thinking that all my friends were seniors now and they were all going to graduate before me. I then was thinking that I had only had to repeat a few classes and that I would still graduate with them.

I then was outside in the parking lot trying to find a parking spot. I was driving a white and yellow paper van; it was like I was just guiding it with my hand like a toy rather than actually driving it. I guided it into a parking spot, then decided to pull it through to the one in front of it.

Then something about Kermit the Frog and the football stadium. He had gotten everyone together for something, either a game or some kind of pep rally, I'm not sure; at any rate, it was something he always did every year, and everyone had a good time at it. He then started to tell everyone to go home. He had given up on it for some reason, and when confronted and asked to not cancel it, he was very adamant about his decision.

~

Something about animals at some park/safari thing. The signs when you entered it looked like the font and style of Jurassic Park. I don't remember too much other than someone having to keep knocking out these miniature animals for some reason. I want to say the miniature animals were some sort of big cat, but I'm not entirely positive. One kept waking up, and they had to keep hitting its head against the wall to knock it out. It just wouldn't get knocked out. There were other types of knocked out animals as well.

19.09.2014

Lucid Chocolates (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in some sort of campus and I was sharing with some of the students how to lucid dream and all the advice I could give them about that topic.

After the class, I went outside and sat on some stone-made picnic table and someone approached at me and informed me he had develop a new product that would help to lucid dream. He handed me a box of chocolates that aid lucid dreaming. I could read on the box:

"Blocks up to 100 subconscious thoughts preventing lucid dream."

It looked something like this:







The box was priced for $28.99 and I felt it was a bargain.

My grandma was in the dream as well as Narayan (a hindu guy who owns a Buddhist store that I used to be a Psychic Reader at.) They were moving the store to some place else.

A group of traveling weird people invited me to ride with them on their caravan and talked with me. They gave me a peanut butter powder and I told them that I hate peanut butter. After the ride was over they made really good food for me. Later, a man tried to kidnap me. In the dream a blind man wanted to marry me and he tried to kidnap me , and my brother Peter protected me from him we were running and the blind man was chasing me. I was wearing a green dress and looking in a mirror and running around and I found my mom and brother Peter and we were on an ice-covered lake and I did a double or single (I dont remember) toe loop jump I was wearing ice skates (I want to be a figure skater) and almost bumped into someone, and then when we went off the ice Peter was gone so we (me and my mom) were looking for him, and it turned out he was under some rocks or logs and he was sopping wet and drowning, and I wanted to help him get out but then the dream morphed to a place where I was wearing a bra that was way to small on me and asking my mom for the dress that I was wearing earlier. There was a lot of weird things going on good and bad, but I forgot them, so I'll let go of this dream it was both good and bad I woke up from it at 5:20 am.

Later I had a dream that I was at a gymnastics class the teacher was spotting me doing back handsprings and front handsprings but we were in water. After I got out of the water I looked for the big mat that my martial arts school has and when I couldnt find it someone said that someone took it to their house for the summer, so I did front handsprings and back handsprings without a spotter, but at one point I was frozen and couldnt do a back handspring, but I could do a front handspring (usually I can only do them with a spotter, I have only had 2 gymnastics classes).

Morning of September 19, 2014. Friday.



In my dream, I am in a seemingly unknown building though of which has aspects as a possible composite that includes the Cubitis living room and our present home’s living area. At one point, there is some sort of telephone call or paging for me, but the call comes from some sort of intriguing larger coin-operated video game of the kind from the mid-1980s. This does not seem unusual to me. I press a button under the top front edge of it to take the call by way of a small hidden microphone and the (unrecognized and remaining unknown) caller’s voice comes from the speaker of the machine.

Supposedly, I am to do some sort of job which may relate to mowing and maintaining a public building. I had done work like this (with several others) in a previous dream at either a shopping mall or hospital (or both in being in the same area). There seems to be something else, though - something mysterious and possibly relating to another job regarding surveillance or detective work.

My voice sounds a bit unusual; not like mine, but like a fairly young boy’s (though not like I really sounded as a boy). In any case, the caller says that I sound like Steve Finch and for a time, thinks I am him. (I know of no one with this name in reality.)

Over time, I try to speak more “correctly”, though the caller still thinks I may be the other person. Oddly enough, I am supposedly the actor Bruce Willis. At least, I seem to think I am to some degree in my dream (without any seeming pretense). I explain that I have a “voice modulator” - so this is why I sound as I do. I tell him that I have forgotten how to turn it off.

We arrange some sort of meeting with a “guard” of some kind. Supposedly, this guard is a representative and “protector” of a certain type of dream environment in another location of the supraconscious as well as being some kind of judge of dream workers. Oddly though, I do not relate it to the fact that I may be dreaming at the time so I never become lucid. I am to meet her in another location, which is apparently like some sort of portal to other types of dream states. Even though I will be instantly killed if I do not meet with her approval, I do not seem to be worried by my state of mind relating to the unexplained and dreaming itself due to my continuous and validated experiences with remote-viewing and precognition since earliest memory.

There is soon another person who explains this to me; an older unknown female on my left. We walk to an area near a small wooden fence where the “guard” is to judge me. One section of the fence is broken, but that does not seem ominous in any way. As this unknown female approaches, I maintain a very precise and clear open and honest perspective, wanting to express all of myself with full sincerity to “automatically” avoid my potential destruction (in short, by just “being me”). She towers over me - over twice my height (not as a giant, but as I am now seemingly of a child’s perception with an amazingly clear memory and orientation of when I was that size). She seems almost like a bag lady at this point. (She also reminds me somewhat in afterthought of the crossing guard from when I lived on Rose Street at age five.) She soon approves of me, allowing me to live and to continue dreaming, this being because of my lifelong connection to the unexplained and my sincere interest in the mysteries and meanings of dreams, it seems.

Before she leaves, I ask her about how precognition works. I ask if it is related to “threads”, like individual threads of a spider web, from both the potential future, and the “threads” of prior thought and memory simultaneously aligning in the present (in the sense of a fractal equation balancing out) - in other words, the human mind as a “spider” picking up the subtle “vibrations” in distant parts of the “spiderweb” or the event horizon of the theoretical future. I probably do not clearly explain myself as she shakes her head “no” in a very subtle way (but does not at all seem displeased) before walking off as my dream slowly loses cohesion. It may be that she did this to express that she did not have the time to answer any of my questions regardless of what they were.

Dream - Lucid

I was in some video game when I became lucid. The lucidity lasted for a bit, but all I can remember from it was asking a Nicholas Cage,
"Tell me who you really are!"
He looked at me with a straight face, and responded with something like
"You don't want to know."
We talked some more, but I started to feel like I was talking out loud in my sleep.

I then woke up in another dream, laying on a pull-out couch. I asked whoever else was there, I think it was my brother, if I had been talking in my sleep. He said he didn't hear anything.

~

I was at work in the bakery, but, as usual, it looked nothing like the bakery does IWL. We were by a checkout counter. Someone asked me if I would mix the dough. I told them no, I wouldn't, it was too scary. The reason I said that it was scary was because when someone went to mix the dough, they had to go to a different part of the store. They had to travel through dark, creepy, cave/maze-like areas with enemies that would shoot you. You had to be armed and shoot them before they killed you. It was kind of like Doom/Goldeneye 64. The area where you mixed was also threatened by enemies. I told them that last time I did it, I was sitting down, trying not to fall asleep with my shotgun because enemies kept coming. I "remembered" this happening. I didn't want to go through that again. I preferred the safety of the bakery. There was a guy there who had been doing it every day. He held his own pretty well and was much more of an expert on it than me.

My manager then tried to toss me some frozen dough to take to the mixer. I don't remember what I did or said.

I then was really close to an enemy, an archer who slightly resembled King Graham from the Kings Quest games. His back was turned to me. I was trying to sneak up on him and throw him in the lava. I was being quiet, until I made a small noise. He heard it and turned around. We fought a little, but I don't remember much about it.

I then was going through the dark area for some reason. I had the guy in front of me who went all the time. I was shooting at enemies with a laser. I then started to get shot at, and my laser stopped working, so I turned around and ran the other way to get out of the enemy's sight. I looked down at my laser, and it was a Wiimote. When I'd fire it with the A button, the light on the Wiimote would turn red, signaling to me that I was too far away from a Wii for it to work. As I was turning a corner, a bullet grazed me, and it really hurt! That too was part of the reason I didn't like doing the dough; it hurt when you got hit, though if you died, you'd respawn.

I then saw this open part of the maze to the dough. It was very dark there. There were people there with different colored lights all down the middle of the room to direct us where to go. They also had to defend themselves from the enemies. I saw a top view of this room, and then I was at the beginning of the room. I didn't go to far into the room. I also saw, at some point, a view of a room from some stairs.

I then was at the checkout again. Someone came and asked if they had different dough runners, and they said yes. I then saw a shelf with bowls of dough on it for each day of the week, each with a different name on it. I really hoped my name wasn't up there. I looked, and didn't see it. I was, for some reason, a little disappointed, even though I didn't really want to do it.

~

I was at what was supposed to be my house, but it looked nothing like it. I kept thinking about the weed I had from a while ago that was in the top drawer of this white three drawer organizer I have. I kept thinking about when I was going to smoke it. I was then in my room, which looked like the room of my first apartment. I opened the drawer, and the bag was in there with some weed in it. I "remembered" when I bought it. I had recently smoked, maybe a few weeks prior, so my sobriety was already blown. I didn't want to smoke it inside though because it would smell like weed, and my roommates might not appreciate it. I then thought about how this woman who was living there, an older woman, liked weed, and wondered if I should ask her to smoke with me. She was there currently, the only other one home but me. I didn't ask her.

I then briefly woke up, still half in the dream world, thinking that I didn't really have any leftover weed. As I eased back into the dream world, I thought that of course I did. I went and checked again, and there it was.

Then, there was this tall, young black man in our kitchen. He had a Jamaican accent. He was yelling at us about something that we did wrong. It had something to do with work. He was mostly getting mad at two of my roommates who weren't there currently. He was yelling more and more, when finally, I had had enough and chimed in.
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!"
I continued to yell at him, saying other things, throwing around a lot of profanities. He kept yelling also. There was one point where I was standing on a chair in front of him. I grabbed his face in my hands, which somehow corresponded to a TV screen, like this was being recorded or something, and told him that the roommates (who were an FFX character, Lulu, and someone I knew it college) were my friends, and he needed to leave them alone. The chair almost fell backwards at one point. I figured I'd probably get in trouble for this, but I didn't care; this guy was insulting people I loved. I also kept thinking that now since I was so mad I was definitely gonna smoke that weed that day.

The guy turned around and left, and I was now in the kitchen with Adam, the guy from college who was apparently my roommate, and one of the people the Jamaican man was yelling about. He was doing something by the stove. He was wearing a glittery brown plaid hat. I told him what happened. I then told him I loved his hat.
"It's so..." I started to say, when he interrupted and said
"Gay?" (IWL he is gay)
"You just wear it well!" I said.
"Thank you," he said.

~

It's interesting how after not smoking for almost two years I am still having these dreams about smoking. I guess it was such a huge influence in my life for so long, and well, it's an addiction that I've been battling for 5 years now. I guess the dreams just come with the territory.

9/19/14

Last nite, bed 8pm - 4:30am

DR 1:30am

I am in a building and a nearby volcano is exploding. We see lava and black lahar cloud getting closer. Lots of smoke, fire, chaos. We are trying to grab our things and get out. I don't really feel the urgency or danger.

I am taking part in a scientific study that looks at how to prevent another 9/11 type attack. They are researching building materials that can resist aircraft crashing into them.
The test takes place on a flat, tropical island that is mostly an open, grassy plain. There is a small base in one corner of the island and there are mock skyscraper frames, two of them nonetheless erected in the center.
And I am to pilot two defective military UAVs into the towers, one into each tower, just like 9/11. I remember it being like some sort of video game, where I was controlling the UAV in third person. On my first pass, I actually missed, so I came around and stalled the aircraft above the tower coming down on top. The test was still conclusive and the scientists said the material seemed strong enough. They wanted me to fly another aircraft into the other tower though.
I lined up the aircraft and gunned the engine full throttle wanting to put these materials to the test. I hit the tower hard enough that I managed to bend a few of the supports.
The scientist appreciated that I did the second test at a different speed. He said that he had gotten some good data.

FA. My roomie (we'll call him D) says there has been a snowstorm. Three inches of snow. All classes cancelled. I look out the window and see that he is correct.
I drive home from college on weekends, so I may as well drive home now. D says the storm is going to continue all the way to sunday. I tell him that If I don't leave now, conditions are only going to get worse. I get my keys and start to leave.

I appear in a ice cream store and was signing up an application to apply for the job. That's when I walk out of the building to the parking lot with the folded envelop. That's when I was approach by a girl in a black hat. She ask me what was the envelop about? I told her I was applying for a better job. That's when this penguin started trying to snatch my envelop but I avoided all of his attempts. Aftert hat I stayed in the parking lot in till the sky was early morning. When it was morning I enter in the ice cream shop and open the manager office door. I said I brought in the envelop and finish the application then I proceeded in asking him what was my schedule? He look at me and said there is none. My face began to become confused. He ask me to follow him as we left the office to diner. He starts telling me the Ice cream business isn't doing good at all. I ask him how much does this entire business even have? He tells me 541 dollars is left. I was shock and told him I am surprise this place is still here. He then tells me one of his friends are planning on robbing a bank to help make it more stable. I ask him is he planning on going as well? He quickly responds with yea while putting his head down. That's when we both realize someone was listening in on us. It was a girl in a pink sweater, the manager begins to tell me that he always have to be careful about what he says as people can always hear through the walls. The girl insisted that she was not listening to us but the manager did not believe her. This made her angry as she starts slapping him all over his face. That's when I got up and left the ice cream shop. I began walking on the side walk while witnessing a group of boys beating up a person and then she hops in a trash can. I began scratching my head and went on the opposite garbage alley. I check the poor looking houses in till I felt like this place was familar to me.

I then recalled I once had a nightmare here. So I decided to lay down so I could prepare to wake myself up but it didn't work and then I started hearing gun shots everywhere. This body of another person was gun down by two mask army looking men. I then tried to turn off my system that usually switches the scene but it didn't work. I knew they were coming closer so I rush to my father door as it magically appeared. I open it and close the door while holding my hand there. I could tell my father was asleep. That's when the pressure of the two men were trying to open the door. I was still able to keep the door close despite their enormous strength. I started saying why are dream characters always this strong? But things were really about to get worse when this broccoli appeared. He had two eyes and a nose. He goes underneath the door and literally springs many leaves in to my face making it more than difficult for me to hold the door. I become angry and open the door, the two men instanely died and turn in to lizards before I could do anything to them. That's when the broccoli started playing dead as well. My grandmother came and started asking what am I doing up? But quickly told her I didn't care if I am awake or dreaming. I quickly kick the little broccoli demanding it wakes up but it didn't move. That's when I pick it up and told the broccoli I am going to make sure you die. I place him on the table and pulled a huge fork out telling the broccoli this is going to be the best broccoli I have eaten. That's when the broccoli eyes re appeared as it springs to life again and literally my arm with it's only stem and starts making me twist around. That's when I back off in to the left corner of the living room, telling it disgusted me. The broccoli grew much bigger than me in size now it's eyes seems very angry. That's when I started yelling at it for being unfair then I woke up. Lucidity time 2 minutes.

I realize that I'm in a field stretching out into every direction. The grass is weak and looks like its dying. Suddenly I realize that there is a large building in-front of me. It seems to be a power plant and has metal towers surrounding a square plot which is bordered by about a 3-inch tall concrete mini-wall. The inside of the plot has the same grass from the rest of the field and I feel uneasy about walking on it because it seems like there could be some sort of dangerous material hidden underneath it (bi-product of the power plant). I hear an elderly ladys voice calling me and telling me to cross the power plant plot. So I comply -blurry- My father is standing beside me. He asks me what I'm doing in this field when the gate is going to close. I tell him that I know. We rush across the power plant plot and I look back to the metal towers to see that in between some of the metal beams I can see a portal with stars on the other side. The sky is really blue. I look at the front of the power plant again and my dad turns me around to face a large brick building with double doors in the center of it. I realize that I need to run towards the door because it's a portal and it will close! I prepare to run but my dad stops me and points towards another smaller door on the left side of the building. He says "go to that one with the human imprints" I rush towards it and suddenly I'm flying above a grey road covered by a tunnel of trees. As I fly along I see my dad is flying beside me. He explains to me why there are black dots flying through the trees. (I forget what he said) Then I remember that by walking backwards you can change the scenery. So I do so and find myself beside another brick building. There is a restaurant there that my family owns. (We don't actually own a restaurant) I have many memories from this place. (false memory) Then I start making a tunnel of glass into the sky and the dream ends.

18.09.2014

Magic Spell - Rigoperro (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was at my house and it seems that my wife was practicing magic, Harry Potter's style. She had a wand as well and she was trying to make one spell that fixed things to work.

I figured that since I am psychic and I can channel, I can could cast the spell as well if I asked for help to my spirit guides. I knew from hearing the spell that I had to chant "rigoperro" (No idea what that even means... but lol...)

I went to a mirror that has a dented edge and I tried to fix it. As I chanted "rigoperro" fire came out from my hand and burnt the mirror. My wife told me that my hands were always warm and I could not do that spell.

I wanted to look for my selenite wand:

https://www.biomathealth.com/images/...nite/wand.jpeg

But it was buried in some drawer and I could not find it. I wanted to find it and master that spell.

After this, something with a girl who came out of nowhere and then a false awakening.

A young man got fed up with his girlfriend, murdered her in her sleep, and vlogged about the experience. They were the proverbial "cute couple", very affectionate. They looked sort of like hipsters. They lived in like a hotel that didn't have any doors. You had to climb into your room through the window via a ladder. The man must have been unemployed.

One day, the man just got tired of her. Maybe she annoyed him or he just didn't like her anymore. So he settled on the obvious solution to his problem: to kill her. Before she got home from her job or whatever, he drenched her side of the bed in some sort of toxic liquid that her skin would absorb.

She came home. She was obviously utterly in love with him, and she was sooo happy. She loved him more than anything. After they had talked for a while, they went to bed together. In the morning, she was dead. He started making videos about what it was like to kill someone. He seemed really happy and excited. I remember him saying something like, "Yeah, it felt good, man!"

My father died recently, so I go to a grief support group. I dreamed I was at one of my group meetings. I asked my group if any of them had any experience lucid dreaming. I asked them if seeing their dead parents was a lucid dream trigger. No one seemed to know what lucid dreaming was, except our facilitator. I keep slapping myself for not doing a reality check. Stupid me.

I dreamed it was the fourth of July. I was at my grandparent's house. My sister was building this elaborate construction out of wooden blocks. I messed part of it up, and it infuriated her.

Grandpa kept his car in the basement for some reason. The front window was covered with ice. He was scraping it off so we could go to an air show. It was like the Fourth of July/Christmas time. I was playing with these weird Christmas decorations, singing Christmas songs. The inside of the car was filled with snow.

Then we got to the air show. There was only one airplane there, and I was to fly it. So I flew it all around in crazy circles. It was fun.

Then I dreamed I saw myself in the mirror. My face was the same, but I was almost entirely bald, except for little rough patches of bloody hair. My scalp was covered with these huge awful oozing sores, and my ears had been like ripped off. I could see into my brain. And I said to myself, "I always knew I'd look terrible bald. I need to invest in a hat." It didn't scare me in the slightest.

I was a popular artist, and some high-end museum had commissioned some work. I was going to take some tree roots and cover them with paper mache. But somehow all the supplies for my artwork ended up in this black guy's car. He started driving off with them. So I hopped into my car and chased him. I followed him all night. Finally he stopped for gas at a convenience store. As he was inside paying, I hastily piled all the stuff from his car into mine and then got in my car and floored it back to my studio. Then I wrote a letter to a friend, telling her what happened.

My mother and I were home alone. It was completely dark outside except for our porch light. We had heard reports that a scary man was running loose in the area. He broke into houses at night and stood in people's rooms and watched them sleep. I was fumbling with our door, trying to get it to lock. Suddenly, our porch light went out. I went into the kitchen and started talking with my mom. I said something like I hated how some people think it's funny to break into someone else's home. Then our porch light turned back on. I suddenly got really scared, thinking about the man. I started hyperventilating, and I woke up.

Dream - Lucid

I was playing a game that looked like it was on a handheld system. It had 8 or 16 bit graphics, I can't remember which, but they reminded me of Gameboy graphics. It was a League of Legends-type game. You'd walk around and kill other players, but your health bar at the top was also tracking the health of your kidneys. It would randomly go up or down and show a percentage off the the side as well, showing how healthy your kidneys were. If you got hit while your kidneys were at low health, you would die. My character had low kidney health the first game, and the health bar kept dropping. There was someone playing with me, walking next to me. I think their kidneys were in better health than mine. I think my character lost their life because of the low kidney health, though I can't recall for sure. I played more than once. I remember encountering enemies and seeing their attacks affect my health and retreating, though even after my retreat, my health still went down. I remember having just a tiny bit left at one point.

~

I was in a bar with some friends. We had stopped there on the way to a hotel. I was going to have a party at the hotel. At the bar, I thought I saw my mom, but she looked a little different and was a bit taller. I made note to tell my mom I saw her "twin". When I saw her from the side, she looked substantially different.

More people started to show up to the bar, David from my old job, Sara from high school, and Sarah from my old job being the ones I remember. Sarah had bought some weed on the way there. I looked in my purse, unzipped the inside pocket, and saw it in there. This was gonna be an awesome party!

We were then in the hotel room, which had two beds, partying it up. There were lots of people there. Sara was making everyone laugh as she so often did in high school. Sarah was in a blue strapless dress like the one she recently wore at a wedding IWL. I don't know where David was anymore. Anyway, we were playing video games as well. It was a lot of fun. I also smoked weed at some point. I also saw an above-view of the party at one point, almost as if I was viewing the scene from a security camera. I saw some girls that are good friends with Sarah, A and K. I saw that K was walking with silver, metal prosthetic legs. At first I wasn't sure if that's what I was seeing or not, and kept watching her. Sure enough. they were metal legs. I wondered what had happened, but I knew it hadn't happened long ago, and was amazed at how quickly she had recovered and learned to walk with prosthesis. I then saw her walking into the bathroom, one of her legs being kind of wobbly. I had a feeling it would fall off. I then saw her walking out of the bathroom holding the leg. I saw the stump where her real leg had been.

Then, at some point, my mom showed up. I don't know why, but she did. I didn't want to hear her lecture me as she is so good at doing. I think she did, though I'm not sure what it was about. I don't remember much about this part.

Then, it was the next day. There were few people around now, as most had gone home. I was wondering whether I still had the weed in my purse. I checked, and there it was. I thought about how Sarah had probably only bought a little for the party, but would buy a lot for herself. I then was wondering if I still had a piece the smoke out of or not. I knew Sarah had taken the piece we were using the night before. I didn't think I had anything but one that was old and broken. I thought about rolling it up in small pieces of printer paper and smoking it. I then thought about how I had already smoked the night before, and how I had just kissed almost two years of sobriety goodbye. I didn't feel an overwhelming urge to smoke though, which was good I suppose. I guess I felt like I could take it or leave it, but I still wanted to take it. I dunno, hard to explain.

~

I was in a kitchen, throwing things away in the overflowing trashcan. There were plates and bowls in there that looked like Dallas and I's waking life plates and bowls. They were at the top. They were stacked there because there was no room to put them in the sink either.

I then saw that my cat had fleas, and was itching like crazy. She had a balding spot on her back from all the scratching. I knew it was time to get her a flea treatment. I needed help giving it to her though, so I went to go ask Cherie' to help me. I walked up to Cherie' and told her I was going to get Ziggy some flea meds (Ziggy was a cat I had years ago IWL; my current cat's name is Belle). We were in a weird place that looked like it was outside also, by the intersection that was close to our IWL apartment. I then told her something about her insurance, and I was getting these letters from it saying they needed something from her, money probably. She asked me why I hadn't told her about that before. I don't remember my response. The insurance stuff had something to do with the overflowing trashcan in the kitchen, though I can't remember what.