non-lucid

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.

All I remember is that I said something like this while I was talking with someone
"Man this place is boring, the whole country is boring..."
Then this somebody said
"Oh no it isn't, let me show you the sea of Hungary!"
"
What the heck, does Hungary have a sea"

"Of course, it does" - he said

Soonly , I'm on a higher ground near to that beach. Then I descend down to the beach.
This somebody is with me and says things such "Wonderfull, isnt it?" I say "yes, I gonna look around, come"
But he\she stays there , watching around , I guess. then I see a forest like thing, there is a little lake, surrounded by trees on the end of this lake , theres a waterfall, it seems to be wonderfull.
"I go there " I say, then he\she says "Watch out ..."
As I go there , Things got weird, the way to the lake was got longer and everything gone to very dark.
I realize this is a jungel and that I could be killed by some wild animal...
Then in this moment I feel a bite on my finger ..
I see its a little lizard and it jumps around I was like "get off you little sh***" ,Then I thinked "Probably it wasn't venomous.
I try to run out from this place, back to the beach, but then I lost my power and a part of my consciousness.. I feel a kind of pain...
Wild Instincts emerge, this animal self is unleashed now, I moan in an animal way , anger shakes up with the instincts , I use all my energy to move, its like if I'm partially paralysed but I still try like crazy, and I manage to stand up , walk, then run with this distorted moving coordination.
I can hardly breath, Incredible weakness is in all my muscles ,I cannot think.
Then , I finally reach the beach, I kneel I look up the sky and I scream from suffering.

Then the dream switches, now I'm in some kind of weird fps, I'm in the same place, now I have a weapon in my hands
and I'm near to a car , theres a swat guy standing there
as I'm about to shoot time slows down and I see the crosshair and it marks the guy , and then I see some titles like "danger factor" and then it describes that the more I'm visible the more danger I can get into
I get shot , I feel nothing
I respawn
I go back there but now theres no one.
Then I respawn and Again the same happens I get shot.
It ends.

That was a bit weird...

I dreamed that I was part of a school and as a science lesson we were supposed to transform ourselves into spiders with glowing orange eyes. It was horrible! Fortunately I didn't transform myself before the dream ended.

Then there was something about a school group swimming out in the open ocean during a huge storm. They died.

I had the first genuinely good dream in a while. I was in a fort of mats dancing. A dance teacher was there. Music was playing. I went to change the music, and one of the CDs said "Dream Incubation". It had a disturbing drawing on it, maybe a snake. I don't remember what happened before the dancing.

After the dancing, we went out to play basketball. I think my brother was there. He kept throwing my ball away from me and I would chase the ball to get it, and then there were annoying black bugs by where the basketball was and they were touching my skin. I woke up at 1:10 a.m.

The next dream I woke up at 3:05 a.m. From 3 to 3:30 is the hour where demons wander so I went into my mom's room after writing down the dream. The end of the dream was lucid. I was at a camp with a bunch of people, events were going on. I did a back flip and landed on my feet and then fell down on my back and hit my head and it hurt, so I thought this is real not a dream I finally did a flip and landed on my feet. Then I was given a schedule on a napkin. A bunch of people, girls, decided to go for a run and left the building, so I dropped the napkin and followed them. They got ahead of me and I couldn't catch up. There was a steep grassy hill and I almost fell down. Part of it was as steep as a cliff. I saw a graceful thin woman dancing at the bottom of the hill/valley/cliff. It was a beautiful sight. I started to fly, and I realized it was a dream. I thought, I'm dreaming. I flew back to the building and pushed through the people, a fat man with short black hair. I went into the bathroom and closed my eyes and tried to stay in the dream, and woke up. I now realized that the girl dancing at the bottom of the valley/cliff was me, a graceful woman thin and strong not afraid to climb down to the valley, good at dancing and heavenly, the person I will become after years of being in heaven. I was seeing my future self dancing.

Later in the night I dreamt I was laying in a bed with a boy and I was upset about something and he was hugging me calming me down. I forget the rest of that dream.

I sit at a table on a covered, wooden, open-air deck somewhere in the mountains. I can see snow on the surrounding peaks, but it’s not cold. It feels more like the subtle warmth of spring. I’m here, in these mountains, at an elite boarding school for gifted students. But we’re not just gifted, we’re geniuses—the brightest of the bright, the top 1%.

There’s a game of Scrabble set up on the table before me, but the board is four times larger than normal. Wooden letters litter the table surface; some capitals, some lowercase, some cursive. It’s a puzzle of some kind and we’re supposed to solve it, but we haven’t made any progress. Usually we work in shifts, but the latest group of students gave up early and went inside to rest. I’m taking a turn alone at the board. I know we need gloves to touch the letters, so I slip on the last pair of latex gloves from the now empty glove box which I discard off to my right. In front of me is a large bowl, also wooden, filled with perfectly carved Scrabble letters. Slipping my gloved hands in the bowl, I sift through the smooth, wooden chips, but it feels like I can’t think with these ridiculous gloves on and I quickly become frustrated. Snapping the latex from my fingers, I toss them to the side and plunge my fingers back into the letters, relishing in the feeling of the soft, sanded letters along my fingertips. One of my peers walks up then, and gestures to the bowl my ungloved hands are sifting through.

“We’re supposed to wear gloves,” He says.

“I know,” I say, my attention never leaving the bowl.

He watches my fingers, as fascinated as I am, then sits quietly next to me at the table. I look at the surface in front of him which is covered with more letters. Abandoning the bowl, I turn my attention instead to the letters on the table. As I do, I notice that there are a bunch of A’s, a lot of N’s, some T’s, a few W’s, and all the other letters of the alphabet are sprinkled in. Reaching out, I begin to line the letters up and, as I do, I realize they’re not in alphabetical order which really bothers me because I know it will make sorting them take longer. The boy watches my growing frustration with surprised curiosity.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Sorting.” I say, continuing to shuffle letters around.

“Do you think that will help?” He asks.

I don’t respond; I don’t think it will help. I only hope it will let us see the problem more clearly.

This is a big mish-mash of stuff from the last couple days. I've been caught up with college.

I am at S's house. But it feels more like my grandmother's house mashed with some completely unfamiliar elements. S is having a birthday party, and has invited only me and seven or eight very attractive girls.
S is in his room all alone, and the girls are doing shots (and drunk as all heck). The invite me to try and drink the most, and give me a big glass of tequila. I take it, and when nobody is looking, pour it out the open window.
S calls us into his bedroom, that looks more like a hotel room with two beds. He sits everyone down and we start playing apples to apples.

My extended family (so a lot of people) are being taken to a very upscale movie theater by my cousin to see Divergent. We get there and the movie starts by explaining the post-apocalyptic setting. But then it begins to deviate from the plot some.
Man, why does this always happen? A dream glitch occurs and I become a character the movie.
So it turns out this isn't Divergent, but rather some other movie. The plot is as follows, and it's complicated.
Meteorites containing an unknown alien element come crashing to earth. There are just a few at first, but slowly more and more of them begin to arrive. When the meteorites impact they create what are known as psychic wormholes. These are portals intertwining the planets of the inner solar system (that have also been hit by these meteorites) as well as the distant origin star system. The portals can effect a human's consciousness by hypnotizing them to walk into the portal, turning them into a zombie, or just trying to kill them.
Humanity built anti-oribtal laser cannons to combat the meteorites and prevent the portals from covering too much of the earth's surface. Although a large percentage of the earth is already under the influence of these portals, there are small zones where the remaining humans live that are free from the psychic effects of the portals.
Occasionally scientists and others go outside of the safe zones to study the portals and look for ways to destroy them. But only people with what's known as a 'psychic resistance' can leave the safe zones and study the portals.
I can remember that I am one of the people that is going outside the safe zone. I am waiting in a field alongside others. Some people are saying goodbye to their families and hugging one another and what not, because of the people turned into zombies, going near the portals is dangerous.
My character is however, an orphan. I have nobody to say goodbye to.
While I am waiting in the field, I notice the surroundings. I recall there being a huge concrete pedestal in the field with a telescope observatory dome on top of it. But rather than a telescope there is this huge steel cone with prongs on the end of it. There is a red conduit going up the side. I think to myself that is probably one of the anti-orbital lasers.
A small boat pulls up in a lake by the field, and people start getting on. That is the boat that take us outside the safe zone. I take note of how cramped the boat looks but then remember that the ride is not very long. I get on-board.
It was at this point that I met a character called The Marshall. He was this huge, brawny man who wore a cowboy hat and motorcycle goggles. He divided everyone up into groups, each one of us was to investigate one portal. They needed as many people as possible for these missions so anyone with psychic resistance had to come.
My group wound up being with a very young, brown haired boy, probably six or seven. An elderly woman, at least 70. And a woman with short black hair who was probably in her 20's. She looked like as though she was very experienced with going outside of the safe zones.
I can remember the Marshall passes out a printed test to everyone to make sure that they have the psychic resistance that he needs.
...
The dream skips ahead to my group walking through the streets of an overgrown city. The black-haired woman has a detector used for locating the exact location of the wormhole. The old woman, who was around before the meteors struck, knows this city because she used to live in this town.
We end up finding the wormhole on the floor of an abandoned Cafe. It is a small blue energy vortex bound onto the floor, perhaps a foot in diameter. It seems to distort the tiles around it, making them appear to twist with it.
I walk into the cafe, through the broken front wall, and the black haired girl tells me not to go too close. Even though I have psychic resistance, I can still hear the wormhole calling to me, telling me to jump in. I decide to give in to it, even though I could easily fight off the desire.
I can remember walking over to the spot on the floor. I look up at the ceiling and see a small hole, no bigger than a baseball with sunlight streaming though and think about the meteor falling through it. I then jump into the portal.
...
I am high above the earth's atmosphere. The moon is huge and very close to earth. Mars is smaller and visible on above the moon. I start falling toward the earth and burning up in the atmosphere.
...
I am standing in what feels like the entrance to an ancient city. There are roman-styled buildings made out of a white crystal all around. They appear crumbled and in a state of disrepair but are still beautiful. There are cherry blossom trees everywhere, and the air is thick with flower petals. There are so many petals that they form a thin layer, perhaps an inch thick on the ground.
Hands break through the thick mat of petals and grab me around the ankles, and start pulling me in. It feels like the petals are much deeper now, and the scent of them is overwhelming. I struggle and scream but it is muffled. I start to become lucid. I wake up.

I am at my university. I am walking around and come across this very odd dorm building that looks like a motel. It is supposed to have really fancy dorms but looks very junky and beat-up.
...
I am having a fight with somebody. We both have mild superpowers. I can recall we are fighting in the parking lot. I pick up a small white car and try to throw it at him.
I recall very vivid imagery as the car skids down the parking lot hitting another car and then my opponent. I can remember hearing one of the car's alarms going off.
...
I then tried to chase the opponent who as acting like he didn't want to fight anymore.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a kitchen that was very cluttered with dishes and such on the counters, which were black. Dallas was with me. I picked up this small silver fairy figurine that was encased in a glass bubble. There were water droplets on the glass, as if it had just been washed. I knew someone else had washed it. I asked Dallas something and turned around and saw him. For some reason, I was afraid he'd get upset with what I asked him. He didn't, however.

The washed figurine had something to do with this Smash Brothers-like adventure/fighting game. The game also had something to do with real life. I saw what was like a cut scene, where all these previously unplayable and evil characters were joining with their friends to join the fight. I remember seeing one that was a blind ant. He had a cane and his eyes were grey. He was with his other ant friends saying he was going to join the fight in more or less words. The ants were "bad", but they were joining forces with the good because there was a greater enemy. I figure it was close to the end of the game.

Then, I was in the bathroom at our apartment. Mk was there too, but she was much taller and had lots more hair, which was all pulled up in a messy ponytail/bun. She was also wearing this multi-colored robe/towel thing. She was reaching into the shower to turn it on when I stopped her, saying
"I need to take a shower. I have to work at 10."
I thought about the current time. It was 8:34am. I was afraid she'd be annoyed or upset, but she turned around, smiled, and stepped away from the shower.

~

I know that I dreamed before this, and I swore I'd remember it, but no dice. Maybe I'll remember later.

Lots of scenes, no recording so early dreams fuzzy, and scenes as recalled fairly short

+ (early, was long, detail lost) In some large company, lots of people around, I get someone mad at me, they mount a huge campaign against me including posting newsletters with my picture on them (looks like Mr. Spock)

+(f) I'm entering the swimming pool area, the turnstyles are gone now, that's convenient, I can walk directly to the pool to my left, and do so.

+(f) pizza pizza everywhere, I'm in an industrial kitchen and baking pizza, it's all around me

+ I'm at a gourmet buffet, starting on the right and moving to the left, filling my plate, examining the dishes closely, gourmet salad to the left, they're filming a documentary on the place and I'm in the way, fill my plate too full and need to get another one so I can "extract" the food piled on the bottom

+ Meet wife at restaurant, she enthusiastically brings me to the cannoli chef at the bar who's eagerly awaiting my arrival to serve me his signature dish

+ lying down, looking up at beautiful girl who's standing in her skimpy underwear next to me, she's shy, "I don't want you looking at me!" she says poutily, (are we 'getting together'?), she's very concerned about small near-invisible skin growths on her face, I see them up close and think they're nothing to worry about, her lovely right boob is fully exposed for a few seconds

+ the van arrives and the stern communist women dressed in red are going to try to convert us (me, 2 girls, we're faithful to the cause), the commies pass around wine but we don't drink from it, we drink our own, one girl gets very drunk, I very affectionately put my arms around her from the back and tell her she's had enough, cheek to cheek, her (boyfriend?) who's also drunk says it's his job to tell her that.

+ (late recall, long, mostly gone) action adventure in large industrial zone in dim light, planting explosives, retracting planks from the mother ship can he jump on in time?

+ friend MD is addressing a large crowd, he keeps calling himself "Alice," I think perhaps this is his baptized name?, I ask him afterwards "did your name change?" he says he has "Multiple Names Disorder" where he keeps naming himself differently in public, he has a distorted/too-tall face.

+ standing on a long sloping beach in evening lighting, see my dad emerging from the water, can't see mom I start to panic and run to the water, then I see her returning from a walk down the beach in a salmon outfit and funny hat, she picks up a small girl on the ground who turns upside down and falls onto a (recliner?), I say "ouch!", the girl's dad then picks her up and speaks in a foreign language and walks away.

We went to an apartment building with my family to celebrate my cousin was expecting another baby. There were a lot of people at the party and i was a little uncomfortable with the lack of space.

I was in a cinema, my father and my sister were sitting 2 rows above me. I was pissed because i had to sit between a woman and her child.
It was an action movie, and my perspective shifted to the protagonist. One moment i was shooting a tank with a turret gun! Then some bad guys were attacking a village and taking hostages, they wanted to execute one of them, a young woman, and gave the rifle to a little girl, told her she would die if she refused. She was scared, so i told her to close her eyes and helped point the gun at the woman's heart.

A little girl was trapped in some sort of spinning-refrigerator machine, like something to store medication in. She started chanting for it to spin, and the machine started to spin faster and sent her flying through the room, luckily she landed on some towels and toilet paper.

09/10/2014
Fragment
"Parking Fee"
The only thing I remember is driving toward the beach, in the daytime, and then having to make a U-turn in order to find a free parking spot. The beachside parking was, apparently, too expensive.

(I did make another attempt at the totem experiment, but I only got about 5-6 hours of sleep and don't remember much of anything.)

I was in a factory and was lowered on a platform in till a lot of Japanese zombies in doctors attire came at me. I begin fighting all of them at once and killing as many as I could. However the number grew overwhelmingly high of how many machines were producing them. So I jump down to the ground and witness the sub leader. She wasn't a zombie but I could tell she orchestrated the entire plan so I become lucid and grab her by the throat in till she kick me in the chest. As I fell to the ground we continue to fight when suddenly the leader appears and joins in. Going against both of them was very difficult so I basically pull out a knife and quickly counter the sub leader attack and once again grab her by the neck. I place the knife carefully close to her neck and told the leader if he takes one more step it's over for her. The leader quickly took this as an opening and pulled out his trident and made several attempts to stop me. I slit the sub leader throat as she mumbles things in Japanese. That's when I see a trident coming right at me that wakes me up. Lucidity Time 1 minute.

I was reading a girl's journal. I don't remember how I found it nor what it said. I was outside. Then a bunch of people came to a cottage that, in the dream, I was living in with my mom. The girl wanted to hurt me with a knife so I told her she could read my journal, and I gave it to her. The journal I gave her was black thick and leather, and wasn't a journal I have in real life.

The girl with my journal went to a sort of church. Later she thought I meant she could keep my journal and I asked for it back. Other things that I forget now and never wrote down happened.

Later I was running in the street with a bunch of kids. One or two looked like my two brothers and we were in a room inside and one was paralyzed and kind of looked like my brother Justin. A girl who looked kind of like my sister Jenny came in and we fought and then I helped the 3 of them when they were in a car by playing music that was on my real-life radio at the time.

9/10/14


Last night bed 1am - 7:45am

Had a pretty cool and long dream remembered upon awakening in the morning.

DR:

I work at some secret government agency. It's a large building with athmosphere more of a Googleplex, than serious government workplace. Everybody is friendly and relaxed, but I know security is tight and everybody is on alert and nobody will get fooled by anything.

It's the evening and most people went home. I'm there, finishing something up. So is another guy, younger, who may be my boss. I'm looking after 2 *kids? He brought bunch of things into another office room. There is his side arm in a holster hanging on a chair. It's a colt revolver in nice, light brown holster with open top. I get worried that kids might find it, so I go look for him. Someone tells me in a hallway, that he went to clean the floors. (haha, ophelia cleaning floors yesterday IWL). The building is huuuge. Huge rooms, halls, marble, dark corners, but clean and safe. Still lots of people walking around.

I see someone in the distance mopping. I realize that's his relaxing activity, during which he rests his mind and can brainstorm undisturbed at the same time.

I walk back to the large lobby. I'm talking to 2 females. Long and detailed convo. Some instructions and help. Back in the office.

Now I'm in a long room. A wall infront of me has at least 2 rows of computer screens hanging on it, at least 10 in each row. They are all showing something else. 2 guys there are some technicians. They are showing me tricks and how to do stuff and not do.

There is something about tracing someone on the internet, or rather how we leave electronic trail of our private things and how easily can it be discovered.

There is a website and they are showing me icons representing people that had visited it. One of the screens says OpheliaBlue. I ask them to tell me about it. They click something and find bunch of private stuff. Among others there is a black&white wedding photo of a female standing sideways, only head showing. Kinda grainy picture. They tell me that I should tell her to not put so much stuff on the internet. I ask them how can I avoid it, and they say "just don't click ctrl". I'm like "I don't remember clicking ctrl on websites". They just repeat the same thing. As if that did something, allowing a website to download stuff without my permisssion.



Next dreams is at the Airport. I'm going through lots of security checks. Talking to people. This was an earlier dream I think, because that's all I remember

Morning of September 10, 2014. Wednesday.



I have titled this one “Frog Monkey” even though the animal primarily has the appearance of a chimpanzee (and people typically incorrectly associate monkeys and apes as being the “same”).

I am seated at a table (possibly round or oval as we are not directly linear in position from each other though not perpendicular either) and seem to be observing myself from outside my body at one point. It is possibly later at night as I am aware of one table lamp more to the right of center being on. Seated to my left is a chimpanzee. We seem to be writing something though I am not sure what. It may be related to invitations or some sort of bookkeeping or both although at one point the sheets look like A4-sized order forms. The chimpanzee eventually takes on the appearance of having a head that is about “half-frog” in various aspects - that is, it is still technically a chimpanzee head but becomes very frog-like in shape and certain characteristics of the nostrils and eyes somewhat plus with a somewhat greenish hue in areas with less fur. This does not seem unusual to me - it seems perfectly natural and “correct”.

It occurs to me that just as people often incorrectly interchange monkeys with apes (again, as I have done with the title though deliberately), they also do this with frogs and toads. I also think a play on “man key” may be here in the case with “monkey” as some sort of play on symbolically “evolving”.