non-lucid

Dream - Lucid

I went back into Kohl's for the first time since I quit. It was nighttime. I went over towards the customer service desk side, hoping that no managers would see me. There weren't many people there at all; I didn't see any customers. David (a supervisor) then saw me from a distance. I was fine with seeing him. He said
"Krista!" and ran up to me.
We talked for a bit. I had been noticing how different the atmosphere felt there, how it wasn't the same place I got hired at when I first started. I heard a girl's voice I didn't recognize paging on the intercom. I commented on this to David.

Then, David led me up to this big, tall black stair step ladder that was over by the service desk. He walked me up to the top of it and told me in so many words that since I quit, I had to stand up there for awhile. He then left to go do something else. I felt silly standing up there so I got down.

I feel as if I encountered David again, but I can't recall any more than this.

~

I was with Cherie' and Jeremiah sleeping in these makeshift spaces outside. It was morning, and I was just waking up in my sleeping bag. It was like we were camping. I had been sleeping in this incomplete wooden structure that Jeremiah had built; it's as if the bottom half of it was done, but it was missing a top half and a roof. The structure also appeared to be partially sunken into the ground; you could see dirt from underground pressing against the incomplete portions of the walls. There was also an orange tent next to it that was mine. I had gotten it late, however, sometime after Jeremiah had built his structure. For some reason, I hadn't slept in it in a few days, but instead, I slept in Jeremiah's structure.

I spoke with Jeremiah and Cherie' a bit. I told Jeremiah how the structure he built looked sunken into the ground; you could see dirt. I told him he was now at higher risk for snakes and pests invading his space. I then thought about how I hadn't slept in my tent in a few days, and my sleeping bag in the tent probably had spiders and stuff in it.

At some point, I looked at my sleeping bag and noticed a stripe of light brown/reddish dirt on it. I couldn't think of how it got there.

~

David was showing me some beta versions of some video games, Star Fox and some other game. The Star Fox beta was originally called "Bunny Adventure", where you played as a rabbit, probably Peppy Hare, in a Banjo-Kazooie type adventure game. A voice was narrating, as if I was watching an ad for the beta version of the game. It advertised the hero as having metal legs, which, in IWL Star Fox, they all do have metal legs. It said other things as well, but I can't remember what. I wondered if there was a full beta out there somewhere of this game since the game play in the ad showed a very complete looking game.

Then, David was playing the game and making all these things happen that weren't programmed into the game merely by thinking about them (a nod to lucid dreaming). He made this Satan-like boss appear, and
all these other dark things were happening too. It felt odd and a bit unnerving to watch him do this.

~

I know I dreamed more than this, especially in the Kohl's dream. The last dream about the beta game is very hard to explain; it had more of a feel to it than anything that was unnerving towards the end.

I haven't really been too focused on LDing these past few days, mostly just from dealing with daily life issues and focusing on work. This has also affected my recall, so it seems. When things calm down again, I'll shift my focus back.

Boy is this a cool one.

Me and S are invovled with something lucid dreaming related. We need to find all of the lucid dreaming crystals scattered around the globe to prevent um... something bad from happening. I can't remember what. We have already collected two of the crystals, a green one and a blue one. The crystals themselves are tiny but they go in these oriental metal storage boxes with open sides, making their apparent bulk considerable. The crystals we have collected are actually hidden at my house.
We are on a school bus, the only ones. Somebody had to be driving though. (And they were driving like a crazy person, crashing into cars and such.) I didn't even think about that until we got off. Also, it turned out the government wanted to control these crystals to make weapons. So they had sent a drone to kill us.
A copter drone comes down. It is perhaps 8 feet wide with four rotors on the sides and an assault cannon on the bottom. It shoots into the side of the school bus and we duck down. Broken glass and metal goes everywhere.
S tells me to get the Minigun. I look and see a large armored box, open it, and sure enough there is a Minigun inside. Now IWL, I probably couldn't even lift a Minigun much less use it effectively, but supposedly as a part of finding the lucid dreaming crystals, some of our powers carried over into the real world. Thus, I had the power of super strength and could lift it. I battled the drone back and fourth. I would fire, and it would pull out of view. He would fire, and I would duck and hope I didn't get shot.
The driver pulled into a woods with a high canopy. The drone couldn't follow us there. We got out of the bus. I then learned that the driver was in fact Manei (My DG) and apparently as part of finding the crystals, now only had my powers carried over, but my DG as well. But she looked a little strange. She looked like my DG blended with my crush from sophmore year HS. Whatever. No time to ask her out on a date, this is way more exciting anyway.
She says she is going to hide the Minigun under some branches and leaves in the woods until we need it again, and walks off leaving me and S. We walk into my sub very nonchalantly, as if we are no longer being tracked by the government. One power that carried over from S's dream is that he can fuse two objects to get a better one. He says he will fuse the bikes together for me to use since I am faster on my bike. He does so and makes this really cool looking racing bike. S then fuses our cars into a sports car and says he will take this.
S drives off. I start flying after him. Supposedly at this point we were supposed to go our separate ways to look for more of the crystals.

.../I'm arguing with my dad about something, I'm getting angry with him for something I don't remember/...

* Unfortunately I didn't have a piece of paper at hand to write fast notes when I woke up from this first dream, there were a lot more but didn't want to wake up too much. I saw myself writing some notes, turning on the netbook, exploring different options, but always gave up because of the possibility of not being able to go back to sleep.

.../I'm in the old cafeteria at the university, I see the lady who served there and we talk about something. I'm hungry and ask her to give me something to eat and drink. It looks like it's late and there's no more. I got a glass of some fruit juice although I wanted a Coke. There's a piece of broken glass in it, I drink it anyway leaving the little piece at the bottom. I think I may go to the canteen, got some chicken from somebody first, I finish it before getting in/...

.../I'm getting back to another house from my university times, it's in front of a park, there are two women lying on the grass. They same to be half naked, and kiss each other. I see my wife on another grass spot, at first glance she looks like she's not covering her breasts, although when I get closer, she's lying face down. We talk something and get into the house/...

* That house uses to appear from time to time, now it has a third floor. Those days was just one floor on the ground.

* It wouldn't be a bad idea to put some recalling tools close to my bed, since these days I will have some more time

8/14/14

Last nite bed 10:30

Woke up at at 2:30 remembering 2 dreams.

1.
I'm traveling by a train. It's about a 2 day trip, so I'm walking through a sleeper wagon to find some empty cabins. I see people sleeping, train cots, regular beds with comforters...


2.
Dream with coolbert

I'm drawing an outdoor scene. A grassy area with walls and buildings. I suck at it and he is helping me by showing me how to add texture and walls. I watch him add elements to my picture. At some point he just writes "texture" and that part of the picture filles itself out with a pencil. And I'm like "hell, I'm watching him and I swear that thing was not there just a second ago. How does he do that?"

Then he is showing me which pencil to use for outlines and other, slightly diff colored one for filling it out. I'm thinking he is really good at it and I will never draw like him.

Woke up 8:20

Nap 10:15-12:30

I was in some kind of a school or camp. We are looking at a flyer from the teacher about our upcoming fieldtrip to Washington. We will be visiting two places. Also something western related. I whistle a tune from a western.

We suppose to be someplace at 3:30, but as I'm walking with someone, we realize we didn't finish signing our paystub papers so we have to run back, even if it's already 3:25 on our watch.

Morning of August 14, 2014. Thursday.



The first part of my dream has something to do with separating junk mail from real mail. Part of it also involves a small stack of A4-sized order forms and I believe at least one catalog. I am not sure of the location though it has some aspects of my sister’s kitchen, but is a larger room.

For some reason, I decide to make pink-frosted donuts, which has something to do with a baking kit (actually a set of several, each in a different package) with the ingredients and such having arrived in the mail that day, though my wife and I had apparently gotten these shipments for free, possibly by an oversight of the company (though perhaps a promotion that was incorrectly duplicated a few times to the same address). There is also an ambiguous idea that they may turn out to be soft sandwich cookies instead, and with vanilla frosting in the middle. I am trying to work out, when putting them in the rectangular baking tin, if there is going to be enough for a six by two arrangement or an eight by two arrangement. There seems to be only enough dough for seven and the different parts of dough are uneven. My sister (Marilyn, now deceased) makes a comment about how I am not doing it correctly, which is somewhat annoying. I put the dough all back together to start over and there also seems to be icing mixed in by that point, even though I had not yet actually had it out.

Trying to place the individual donuts into the tin again results in a problem. There then seems to be thin, larger, randomly shaped rusty pieces of the baking tin flaking off from the bottom (reminding me a little of what happened to my thermos in primary school years ago) and getting mixed into the dough - but at that point it does not seem to matter as much as another illogical problem. There are now seemingly a fair number of pre-made small and thin disc-like sections (reminding me a little of miniature communion wafers, I suppose - though I never saw any in real life) of tougher dough all mashed together in one corner of the tin, seemingly enough for at least a dozen or more smaller sandwich cookies. They were apparently supposed to be placed singularly (followed by a layer of icing and an additional “disc” for each) but now would be hard to separate. Most of the icing has now ended up in one blob mixed with other pieces of dough. I am more annoyed.

After a short time, the dough actually seems baked even though I had not yet put it in the oven. I inform my sister that the would-be donuts are too much like light cake in texture at this point. Somehow though, the contents of the tin go back to how they were before the other events happened. I get so annoyed that I catapult the contents of the tin into a mostly empty dumpster outside.

I start two other sessions of attempts to make these things, figuring that if one goes wrong the other may still turn out. (I still do not know if I am making pink-frosted donuts or white cream sandwich cookies.) I mentally cause butter to form at the bottom of each tin (oddly, without realizing you cannot just imagine things to materialize into a baking tin in real life), a lot of it in fact (but uneven in placement), so that when the dough is placed (also materialized mentally by this point as if I am teleporting the contents of the unopened remaining kits and using telekinesis to shape the dough after separating it into smaller parts), I soon, after not being satisfied with how much is in each uneven piece, once again start over with the mashed dough and it eventually changes into a darker and darker color, with apparently too much oil mixed in, by which I am sure may affect the taste and probably result in a health issue. I continue, though, but once again start to get annoyed before my dream loses cohesion.

Thus this turns out to be a typical non-lucid “nothing works for a step by step task” dream because of dreams often refusing to form into a proper continuity or chronological cohesion or stability in general (due to critical-thinking and common sense usually being defunct in most types of dreams), which I find somewhat amusing in afterthought as a major lucid trigger failure.

I am updating with the past few nights, not in order, just as I remember them. Some are detailed, some are snippets.

One of the most vivid dreams that I've had lately was a few nights ago, after asking to be shown anyone who loves me. It felt like a past-life flashback, not too in the past, maybe the 60s or 70s. I was riding a bus, and I was a Japanese girl. There were two Japanese boys who liked me, and they were both trying to find me on the bus. I remember going to one of their houses and eating some kind of rice dish. They were both in love with me. It felt very pure and calming, not like my life at all.

Someone took down my Marc Bolan poster and took it away and I was so upset and sad! I really do love that poster. I have no idea why I'd dream this.

I was reading a newspaper and it had said the US Government is about to start putting bleach in our tap water to remove the pharmaceuticals and chemicals. I was so shocked, I couldn't believe that they would be doing something like that! Then I reread it, and it said that they already had started to do it.

I had dreamed about that guy again. He was there with his friends, in my house. I asked him something I cannot recall, and he looked to the left (and I thought- he's lying!) A portal appeared in my living room and I fell in. I was with one of his friends who had been there, naked, squirming around on a hill with a bunch of other men and woman doing the same thing. We kept falling towards the water like it was a sinkhole. He almost fell in the water, falling in love with his reflection. I pulled and fought so hard for him not to fall in the water below us. If you looked into it, you would be pulled towards it. I saved him, and we managed to get back. I opened the fridge and told everyone- see that cake in the fridge? (It had two slices missing). That's what did that to us...
What a strange dream!!

I did have a lucid dream, a few nights ago, but it was so blurry and hazy and uncomfortable I made myself wake up since I couldn't stabilize it.

DREAM 1 - 4:30AM

I'm at my house in the bath room. I see Joe Rogan interviewing a dark skinned fighter. The fighter flips out on Joe and starts throwing punches at him. He's not happy with the way Joe criticises his guests. Joe moves out of the way of the mans attacks. I feel disgraced in the fighters actions towards Joe, as it's not a good look at all.

When Joe was interviewing it looked dark.

DREAM 2 - 6:30AM

I'm at Daryl's old house sitting in the lounge room. I can see Brent Johnston and his girlfriend. Brent and I start insulting each other for fun and I say some pretty funny stuff. He comes closer to me and I see what looks like black birth marks over his arms and shoulders, but is actually a cover up of his tattoos. He tells me about laser removal of his tattoos. He mentions that to get a small area removed it will cost $1000 or $2000 for all, and then points over towards his friend showing me how much of his tattoo he got removed. His friends tattoo on his leg looked stretched and blurred.. It was still there. I assume the army has changed him or they wanted him to remove his tattoos.

I continue insulting Brent and bring up about his goofy looking hat. Looks like a wizard hat, but at the time I was calling it a Willy Wonka hat.

I leave the lounge room and walk into kitchen where I see his girlfriend. She's standing at the fridge and mentions about her and Brent being back together and had been broken up for some time.

I'm back in the lounge room but this time, NAKED! There's a few people with me and I'm looking out the window. I see an old friend Josh Rooker. I embrace him and happy to see him as well as he is. He's got a candle in each hand. The candle is lit up and he is trying to prod me with them as a joke. I'm avoiding them at all costs, due to them being pointed at my arse... F THAT. I look outside and notice a car pull up with a group of people.

I'm now in the bathroom and I'm washing my hands with soap. I see a scene of one of the people that was out the front in the car. He's a famous Croatian football player who had the whole countries weight on his shoulders. He was their hope on winning the World Cup. I see a team run onto the field. I walk into Janes room and feel as if I shouldn't be here.

DREAM 3 - 8:55AM

I'm at Daryl's house In the kitchen area. I'm sitting at the kitchen table and I see dogs laying on a blanket, on top of the chair. Jane tells me to put the dogs out when I get up. My brother checks for piss stains where they have been sleeping and notices a couple stains. We try and justify that it's not pee and could be something else.

I walk outside where the veranda is and see that there's a slow cooker on the table. It's cooking some kind of stew. I think I try a small amount and think about giving some to Dad to try. I forget about that and put the lid back on. I see that there's dirty water on the lid and I think about if I should just put it on anyways, but decide to clean it.

I'm out the front of Jason and Louise's house, next to my old house. I see the slow cooker in front of me but it's not a chest. I feel as if the chest has something magical or mysterious about it. The chest is from a TV series, and to find out what the chest has in it and the meaning of it, we have to watch the rest of the series.

DREAM FRAGMENTS:

1. I'm at a house and I'm with my brother and friends. We're deciding to head out for the night I think. I worry about not drinking enough distilled water. I realise I have my water distilled running and think about doing a second cycle before I go out. Water distiller jug is not made out glass. I knock it over and it makes a different sound.

2. I'm at my house in the kitchen area and I'm explaining to my cousin Trev about my arachnoid cyst and how it effects me.

SIDE NOTES:
I used holo sync binaural beats to induce theta state so I could perform my mantras that way. I also put effort into my mantras before bed. I feel this helped a lot even on the first night. My head felt clear and on point upon awakening throughout the night. Not perfect but big improvement.
Performed some SSILD but was finding it too hard to get back to sleep. Was awake for at least an hour from 5:30^

This is from this morning, after a natural awakening at 4 AM:

I'm going on a field trip with a bunch of kids from school. I'm very unaware of what's going on until we get to our destination: a massive, half-indoor, half-outdoor pool. The only way to get into the pool is a giant metal slide. My boyfriend is with me until we get to the slide, and then he seems to vanish. I don't notice until I'm in the water. My awareness spikes at this point, and I think gleefully, It's great to be swimming in a deep pool again! (I haven't been to a pool in years.) I am particularly delighted at not being able to touch the bottom of the pool. I spin around and notice a ladder to get out. I also notice my boyfriend's disappearance. I decide to go look for him, and I swim towards the ladder. A wave of newcomers sliding down the slide blocks my way suddenly. As they move away, I swim forward again, only to find that I can't move. It feels as if my kicking and paddling is accomplishing nothing, and I give up for a moment, confused.

Pretty sure I woke up at this point.

Non-lucid
12:30-2:30PM nap
I'm at the Eubanks's house, in their master bedroom. It's very small. I look out the window to see children playing at the house next door. They look up toward the window, but I duck down before they see me. Jeffrey walks into the room then. "Ready to go?" he asks me. I nod. I catch a glimpse of the tv behind him. It's playing Star Wars.
The scene changes. I'm in my house, on the back desk, and it's already dark outside. There are many people here, most I recognize, but some I don't. As I walk past them, they congratulate me. I walk inside. There are even more people in here. Star Wars is on the tv, here, too.
Mom walks up to me at the same time as Jessica does. They both say, "Congratulations on your first balloon circulation!"
"My what?"
"Your balloon circulation!"
"I have no idea what that is."
Jessica goes slack-jawed. "Are you kidding me?" she asks.
"No," I respond, "I've never even heard those two words in the same sentence."
They both look at each other. Mom says "Well, that's why everyone is here. This is your party. Enjoy yourself."
Someone walks up to me and gives me a small wad of money. "Congrats!" they say as they walk off. I catch on very fast.
I begin walking around to people, all of whom congratulate me and give me money. I come to a dark-haired girl who look unfamiliar. I pause. She pauses. We just stare at each other for an awkward amount of time. I continue on greeting and grabbing.
Then, I wake up.

Hello everyone, I must say last night or rather this morning I had a dream that for the first time ever probably was just so creepy and panick-inducing that I was glad to see the morning light shine into my eyes.
I'm not even trying to be poetic here, it was genuinely one of the scariest moments I've ever experienced.
For anyone who somehow wouldn't notice it, it's obviously the third dream.

1. Good start

It's a hot summer day and I'm arriving at school with a bike entering the yard from behind, my sister asks me in an annoyed way if I've forgotten my bicycle lock. Upon noticing I indeed had forgotten my lock I told her I would find a way to fix it. She was quiet angry for me being so forgetful but I quickly walked further past a group of students. The yard was smaller and more densely packed with vegetation offering a nice shade from the burning sun. I walked to the place where everyone parks their bikes and saw one of my friends there, I asked him if he could share his chain with my bike so they would be both secure and he did so without any problem. I walked back to my sister but don't know what happens next.

2. Welcome to the internet

I'm browsing the internet and look around in Dreamviews for anything, I notice that I have a notifications as it shines it's satisfying red colour. It seems a bit bugged out though because it flickers and vibrates a little, when I clicked on it it somehow took me to the Dreamviews chatroom. The chatroom looked very weird, it was green and looked like a hacking-panel straight from the 1960's. Someone wanted to talk to me and I tried responding but the symbols were very weird and I didn't understand them. I quickly tab out and start playing a flashgame about a water droplet that has to punch through a wall of ice while avoiding freezing so you have to find a balance between punching the ice and not touching it. Suddenly I'm looking into some canister that has red pixels bouncing around in it, I call these protons. Then blue pixels show up too that I call neutrons, as they bounce around they form some gas that rapidly expands and eventually makes the canister explode.

3. The creeping darkness

Alright, this is it even though I hate bringing back the vivid memories I think it's best to just write it down and be done with it. Our story begins with me entering an old victorian looking theatre like this:



I enter the theatre from the left uper balcony you see on the picture, as I look around the theatre I quickly notice that it's completely abandoned, deserted yet still in a perfect state. All the chairs are empty until I look back for a moment and when I look into the theatre again all the seats have a puppets in them, even the chairs on the balcony where I'm standing. They're all looking at me, the stage is barely visible and unnaturally dark. I climb over the banister and get on the larger balcony left of the one I stood on first. There's a long corridor leading out of the theatre room, it's very dark yet I can still navigate it. The corridor is in a very bad state, all the walls are damaged and have fungus growing on them, there are some rooms left and right in the corridor but I just walk straight forward. The corridor ends in a small dark room with a single computer on a desk facing the wall. I start up the computer and browse YouTube, there I start watching some video's of Storpy who plays scary games and films his reactions. (https://www.youtube.com/user/storpey) For a moment I forget the fact I'm in a creepy old theatre and I actually laugh a bit with Steve's reactions. It is when he start saying things like "Oh god, there are shadows moving in that corridor." and when he starts screaming in pure terror like I've never seen him do before that I look back and start seeing dark figures move in the corridor I just came from. At first I try ignoring the moving shadows behind me and focusing on Steve's reaction who now keeps screaming. The only thing that's still on the screen is his face-cam... Then I realize the thing Steve is watching through his monitor is the room I'm standing in, I am inside the horror game he's playing. I look back again and notice the shadows quickly flying through the corridor towards me, they scream and shriek in a horrible deafening way. There's no way out of this room other than the corridor, all I can think of is crawl in a corner of the room and wait in a fetal position for my death... Then the screams get quieter, I dare looking up and see that the room is still empty. Without any thinking I just run as fast as I can through the corridor into the theatre, climb back on the first balcony at which point the dream fades into black and I wake up.

The city, night.

I wander the streets, which are narrow, cobbled and somewhat Dickensian. The buildings are tall and lean inwards over the streets, which are dimly lit, the alleyways branching off from these are not lit at all and stretch into darkness. It's snowing, and bitterly cold.

The streets are busy and people rush past me, their faces blurred. I walk at a slower pace, reacquainting myself with the city after my absence. There are many street vendors, often at alleyway entrances. People crowd around their stalls but hardly buying anything. I notice one stall in particular, run by two little girls in shabby hooded cloaks. The smaller of the girls interests me, for her eyes glow icy blue in the darkness, she has been watching me for a while, I realise.

I weave my way through the crowd to their stall, the girl's eyes draw me in. She and her companion are selling little clay figurines. I buy several. I don't really want them. As I walk away, the smaller girl continues to stare at me, I can hear the other one thanking me as I go.

in this dream i am talking to a girl from one of my classes in high school, for what ever reason, we are in the back of the class, i think because i got into trouble, i didn't really pay attention to why i was there. i talk to her and she starts laughing as well as me, i can't remember what we were talking about, just simple small talk. i get this warm feeling in my body, like i am really happy to be talking to her. i then wake up from the dream.

i barely know this girl ikr, i think i dreamt about her because i saw her not to long ago, i should have realized that it is the summer so no school but i guess i was to in the moment for a lucid dream. come to think about it i still haven't managed a lucid dream because i am always in the "moment". with my dreams, but imma keep trying.

1.
I had gotten on the bus in my neighborhood and was riding it with a few friends that I knew. I sat near the very back seat where I was always comfortable sitting. A girl sat next to me, and she was really pretty and really nice(I felt really attracted to her). I remember riding the bus for a really long time, to the point where this girl told me, "I'm used to you now, so now I'm comfortable around you."
I continued riding the bus to who knows where for a while, and talked to alot of people on the bus along the way. While I was in my seat, the girl put her hand on my shoulder. Im assuming this was supposed to show me her level of comfort around me, and I must say, I am a pretty comfortable guy to be around. I don't know what it was about this dream, but I remember seeing this girl multiple times throughout it, however long it was. After this, I saw a girl that used to live down the street from me IWL. Her name is Lindsey, a hot blonde. She was sitting in the seat in front of me. She asked me, "Was that you and your friends the other day in that white car with the amazing bass?". "Yea, it was Dylan's car and he has a sub in the back seat so the bass is amazing", I said.(This actually happened in real life last night. Me and my friends were driving behind Lindsey's dad's truck, and she was actually riding in the bed of it outside and she could hear our bass from our car lol.)
Later, I had gotten off of the bus and found my self standing on a sidewalk next to a forest. How the bus even fit on this sidewalk to drop me off brought me curiosity. A lady on a horse was now my new bus driver, as well as the bus driver of many other students. We all got on horses, however many of us could fit on one, and made our way. Wherever the bus driver and her horse went, so would the rest of the horses. This time, I was in the front, on the same horse as the bus driver.
At one point, we started going down a sidewalk, but part of it was blocked by a huge vine. I knew that this ripe green vine would be too dangerous for us to pass, but yet the bus driver tried going across it anyway. As she tried passing it, I saw our horse go over the edge and we fell. As I looked below me in mid-air, I noticed we were falling down a 20 foot drop, enough to die if you landed in the wrong spot. As I hit the ground with full impact, all I felt was pressure, but not much pain. However, I looked to my left and found the horse dead, and the bus driver, gone.
I got up and wondered where everyone else went, and I assumed that everyone else had fallen as well. I got up back onto the sidewalk which was really high up, and looked around for the rest of the students. I heard the rest of them far off in the distance, it was as though their horses fell a while back, way behind my horse. Seeing that my horse had just died, and my bus driver had just disappeared, I decided I was going to call the cops, but I wasn't sure.
Just then my dad came to me out of no where. I asked him if I should call the cops because everything was out of control at the moment. "No, you don't need to call the cops", he told me. I then looked far back into the valley of hills behind me and still heard the students yelling for help. I turned back around to find that my dad had disappeared. I walked to a cement formation not far from me, two black guys were standing there. I asked them which way I had to go to get somewhere. "You need to take I-33 and then cross I-414", one of the guys told me. I looked up into the sky and saw two GIANT highways. The sight of them made me feel small. The highway looked like a giant mirage though, like there were heat waves continuously going through the image of it, just like in my past dreams where I've seen huge highways.
I told the guys thanks and tried my best to remember the highway names, so the ones above are at least pretty close to what they told me. I wondered if I was dreaming for a second, but as usual the dream world tries distracting me by using any means possible so I won't find out that I am dreaming.

2. I was outside, floating on the ocean surface with my fellow spec-ops friends. We were about to embark on an intense mission to an underwater world. The ocean was violent, the sky covered in a thick blanket of dark, gray, thunderstorm clouds. We had just spotted our target and were chasing him at the very moment. We lost him for a minute, and then he popped up on the surface of the water, but had gained alot of distance from us.
Soldier 1: Where is he now?!?
Soldier 2: I see him, out in the distance. He's about 20 kilometers out. (<<< holy crap thats far away)
Soldier 1: Alright guys, lets close in on him fast.
I stayed silent just going with the flow, but paying attention. We started on our way towards our target with no time to spare. Soon after we started trailing him, he dove under the surface. Fortunately, we were prepared for this, we had on diving gear already. We went under the surface and I saw something I never would have expected: an underwater world. It was huge, and of course, all underwater. It resembled a giant city. I held in my amazement and we started swimming down.
The ocean was really deep, I could tell because it was holding underwater skyscrapers that weren't even near the surface. We continued making our way down, and at the point, we lost sight of our target. Once we made it to the ocean floor we started searching. The city was pretty interesting, people were just swimming around underwater. No one had on any diving gear, its like all the residents of this city could breathe underwater, and were also accustomed to the water pressure as well.
The next thing I remember, was being in the room with our target. With an up close view of my target, I realized this guy was no ordinary chump, he was huge. He was around 8 feet tall, muscular and had long rockstar hair. We finally crossed paths with him in some underwater building. As we got in the same room as him, we all prepared to take him out. All of a sudden, target(thats what im calling him now) opened up a giant door that functioned like a garage door and ran out. He locked us in behind him.
Now, we were all stuck in some sort of building, and it resembled a type of industrial factory or something. All the workers inside worked for target and were hostile. All of the workers made their way towards us, trying to seize and kill us. Soon, I became detached from my team, and got thrown into the middle of all the workers somehow. They told me they were going to send me to "The Elevator". When the head worker said that, all of the other workers gasped, "Ooooohhhh!". I realized that "The Elevator had to be a bad thing, a really bad thing.
I got pushed onto the ground, and was crawling trying to escape at this point. A worker dropped his ID card in front of me, I figured it could save me later. so I switched my ID card with his. The worker didn't even realize that I had just done this, and picked up my card-thinking it was his and put it in his pocket without even looking at it. Right after this, I got escorted in "The Elevator" and was put in there by myself. I looked around inside, and it looked pretty weird. The walls of the elevator were made of metal and there were red accent marks on each wall.
Target appeared in front of me, just as the elevator doors were closing, and he gave me my farewell remarks. The elevator started going up, and I figured that something bad was about to happen at any moment so I got out the ID card I had stolen and waited until I went up a few floors more and slid the card into a slot and it stopped the elevator and opened the doors. The doors opened and in front of me stood two workers. I knew I had opened the doors up at a bad time.
I don't remember the rest of the dream.

3. I was inside of my house, except for it was remodeled and the interior looked alot different. I was walking around upstairs and had went into where my sisters room was(Whenever Im inside of this room in my dreams, theres always an extra door that leads to the part of my house that has always been really creepy). Sure enough that same door was there. At this point I was semi-lucid, because I know this door is only there in dreams. My grandma walked in behind me and somehow got it across to me that this was her house. I asked her if they remodeled everything past the extra door. She said yes.
I opened the door, and sure enough everything was remodeled and different. It still had a creepy feeling to it. There were new hardwood floors and walls and everything. I kept walking and looking through every new room, it all looked really nice. I remember asking my dad later, "Dad what did you do with the extra door in our house?". He said something like, "I got it removed" or something. I kept on walking around, just amazed at how everything looked. The fact that that one extra door opened up into practically a mansion was crazy.

4. I was downstairs in my kitchen with my dad. He had just made cinnamon rolls, a fresh batch. I was sitting down in my seat looking at them. They were huge. Each one was about a foot tall and had was covered in icing. They looked delicious. For some reason the lights in the kitchen were off, in fact, it seemed that every light downstairs was off. I was waiting for my dad to finish doing whatever he was doing at the sink, but during the whole dream, he never finished. I remember thinking, "Am I dreaming" I dont know". As usual I would get distracted by something, but that won't happen anymore.

5. I was in my friend Dylan's house, and the interior looked alot more different than usual, everything was alot brighter and more vivid. I was walking through Dylans house, and was talking to him at the same time. I can't quite remember what I was doing or what was going on.

6. (BEWARE, this dream is a sex dream, and its pretty graphic. The only reason Im recording it is to better my recall. Dont worry Im not a perv or anything lol, this was just a dream)

I was inside of a house, inside of a room that I had never been in before. Inside the room was a large bed that practically took up 85% of the rooms space. I was in bed with a hot Latina chick, she was a good thickness too. We were both naked and it was my first time doing intercourse, and she was teaching me.
By the way, this Latina Chick was probably around 22 years old, and Im only almost 17. Anyways, she laid on her side and I inserted my "ahem" (<<props to fogelbise for a great substitution word for penis) into her. I started off slow, and at a steady pace went in and out. She told me to go deeper and so I went as deep as I could with each inward thrust. She started moaning and did this with each one of my thrusts.
I knew I was learning well. I remember thinking, "Wow, my first time doing intercourse, now sex will be even better in my dreams!". It all felt so real, I thought for sure it was real life, and it was SO vivid. I kept going in and out with deep fast thrusts, and continued to let out moans. I knew I was getting better, and this really helped my confidence in bed(lol).
Next thing I know, I was looking at her booty hole, and after that I'm not sure what else happened, thats all I remember.

Dream - Lucid

I was living in some strange society that very much so valued pregnancy. Everyone was still human, but there were these weird dolls that looked like small, humanoid potatoes whose bellies would pop out if you were pregnant. It's like you'd set it, it would tick like an egg timer for a few seconds, and then, either the belly would pop out or it wouldn't. The dolls were sitting on a small side cabinet type thing. The people in charge kept them. They were checked daily.

I was pregnant, but only a week into it. I was still married to Dallas, but for some reason, I wanted to bring Cherie' into our relationship. I did something to where it "set" her to being my wife too. I saw a diagram of her laying in the middle of my bed. I then somehow "set" her to be pregnant too. She did not know about any of this.

I then changed my mind, however, and changed her "settings" back to how they were before, not with Dallas and I and not pregnant. I then went to check my doll, and its belly did pop out. Cherie' was right behind me, and went to do the same when I was finished. I watched her from behind. She said, before anything happened with the doll,
"There's no way I'm pregnant."
The doll's timer clicked a few times, and then its belly then popped out. She was quite surprised. I knew that she would soon have a miscarriage, however, since I "set" her back to not being pregnant. I did not say anything to her as this all was happening.

Then, I was thinking about being pregnant. I then thought about how some people just gave birth to photographs, not babies. I wondered if I was going to be one of those people.

Dream skip. I was inside some building. Others were there as well. I was watching a blue octopus "walk" on the land. He was quite close to me, and I was quite taken by the creature. A man then crushed the octopus against a wall to kill it. It then looked like it had deflated. I was so pissed that someone would do something like that! The poor creature! The man carried off the deflated body of the octopus.

I was then with someone, and we were looking for the guy. We were walking around in some hotel/apartment type building. We found him in a room, and it was a man I work with, Barry. I then couldn't be too mad at him, because Barry is a nice guy.

Then, this other person and I were outside watching this guy delivering a pizza to a couple of people on the other side of a barbed-wire fence. The pizza was in its box and the box was inside of a white plastic bag. There may have been other food in there as well. He tossed it into the fence, and it got stuck towards the top. The people on the other side couldn't get it, but the pizza guy started to walk away like he didn't care. The person I was with and I went to go dislodge the bag for the people on the other side of the fence. We started to do so, trying not to get pricked by the barbed wire, and then, I woke up to the sound of my cat playing with a plastic bag.

~

I was at a school/job, taking some art course. I, IWL, do not draw or paint. I was learning in the dream, and had to take over for someone for awhile whose normal job was to keep up with all the artwork by doing the art and then keeping up with and maintaining it. There was a lady who then came in to make sure I was doing everything correctly. She commented on these shelves that had lots of paintings on them, and how they needed to be straightened up. I looked at the shelves, and they were indeed covered in paintings. I told her I was getting to it and that I had just gotten there. She then handed me a paper that showed how I had scored. I did great in everything; it showed 100s next to many explanations, but there was one that had a 7. It meant a 7/10. I was pretty sure it had to do with maintaining the shelves.

I then was in the art room drawing and looking at the classic-looking analog clock on the wall. I noticed it was almost time for me to take my lunch; I was going from noon-1. I was drawing the silhouette of a woman with long, flowing hair holding a rose.

I then told someone I was going to lunch. I then went into a band room. The chairs were set up in an arch, as you usually see in a band room. I saw my old friend from high school band, Alex S., sitting on the far right side in the front with his trombone. Other people were in there as well. He asked something about bass trombones, and who played. I raised my hand, and he said
"You play?" He seemed excited. I then said
"No, but you play both, don't you?"
He said yes, he did. He then got up to let me have his seat. I walked up to the seat, and took the trombone. I hit it against something on accident, and it made a "dong" noise a couple of times. I was a little embarrassed. I then was not holding a trombone, but a violin, I believe. I then noticed my old cat, Ziggy, sitting close by. He was watching me. I looked into his eyes, and asked him with my mind
"How am I doing? Am I doing alright?"
I was referring to the art now. It was like he had been there for the review that the lady gave, or he was somehow also the lady who gave it.
He started at me, looking into my eyes as if to acknowledge that I was communicating with him. I noticed how big his eyes were. I "remembered" how he always sat in that spot by the low brass section. I then saw his tail flick the ground. His tail looked fluffy and brown, in contrast to his orange and white fur, though, in the dream, I cannot remember what color his fur was. I knew it was Ziggy, but his fur looked different, though I could't tell you exactly how.

My husband's alarm then woke me up.

~

IWL, Ziggy was my best buddy growing up. He was, to me, a guardian. He watched over me and was always there when I was sad or sick. He made sure I was alright at all times. We had to put him down when I was 14 years old because he was very old (18) and very sick. I miss him still, even now that 12 years have passed since then.

I was meditating last night, with a focus on Dream Recall and I began thinking about a dream that I had written about in my old dream journal. It was the story of how Manei (My dream guide) had come to be. Then new flashes that I didn't recall came in that filled in many of the gaps in the story.
These all feel like dreams that I had at one point or another. I tried to piece them together based on the age she appears as in the dream. That might not be the best way to tell it, as her age can vary from dream to dream. But here is the story as accurately as possible.

The original dream takes place in this old west town. Everything looks like a well drawn anime. Something along the lines of Attack on Titan style. The town looks like your typical western town though there is this ridiculously huge train station-hotel type building near the railroad tracks.
The story roughly follows a young man with brown hair. He's kind of thin and scrawny and has bright blue eyes. (Kind of a typical anime protagonist) He works a job at some kind of news printing shop on the third floor of the big train station. He works long hours typing, and his boss is very mean, and isn't paying him well.
Eventually he finishes his work. He goes out and about in the old west town for awhile where it becomes clear that he isn't very liked by the people in the town. He gets bullied by some thugs that take what little money he has earned.
We then get a love interest. Apparently, the only thing keeping this boy going is the hope that he could win over this one woman. She is a young girl with blonde hair from a very wealthy family that has invested in the town's gold mine (or something) and were visiting to see the progress. They were also the company that had built the giant train station, and the company that employed the boy.
We see he finally gets the confidence to ask the girl out, but she says no, and later leaves on the train along with her family. The train looks strange as well. It has very large wheels.
So the boy becomes very depressed. We see him walking through the old west town when he comes across another woman.
Then, in a back alley, we see the woman that would be her mother. She looks a little like Manei with the darker complexion and in being very tall. But she also has this unusually shapely body and small, saggy breasts. Her face looks wrinkled as well, and she has grimy teeth. Probably from all the smoking. She is sitting Indian style on this red and gold woven rug and smoking out of some golden genie lamp type thing. She looks probably twice as old as the boy, maybe more.
The woman tells the boy that she is on some kind of spiritual journey away from her tribe to find her soul-mate, and through some careful observation of him, thinks that he is the one. Heartbroken, broke and depressed, the boy accepts marriage with her.

It is a year later, and we see that Manei is now being born. I can't recall where exactly, but it felt like they were back at the tribe. From what I can gather about the tribe, they live somewhere tropical, some island over the ocean, in these beautiful oriental styled homes. They find the colors red and gold meaningful and attractive in their tribe. Also in this tribe, it seems as though men and women's roles are reversed. Women hunt, fight and select their partners for marriage. When married, the man will take the woman's surname. It sort of makes sense, because many of the men in the tribe look small and feeble and the women are much bigger and stronger looking.
Now I cannot recall too much about what happened. About one year after her birth, Manei's mother died, apparently because she had smoked that genie lamp thing too much. Her father was in line to become the husband of the tribe leader. He had his face tattooed up.

I can recall a fragment when Manei was about five. Apparently she was living with 'grandmother', a 200 year old woman and eldest member of the tribe who took care of all children that couldn't be taken care of otherwise.
I don't recall too much of the fragment, just that she was playing with the other kids inside a cramped hut. They are all playing with these little toys on this big woven mat.
The 'grandmother' is sitting across from them, simply presiding in this golden throne-like chair. And what an interesting character she was: Unlike most of the people in this tribe, who seem very slender, she is hugely fat, with this big saucer-shaped belly wrapping around her body. And she is adorned in this ridiculously complex outfit her thinning white hair is tied up in this ugly spiral on top of her head. Her face is so wrinkled and droopy that you can barely make out her features.
Some of the kids tease her because her dad isn't a 'real' member of the tribe. The 'grandmother' speaks something incomprehensible in this big thundering voice that sounds like thor and scares all of the kids in the room. It scared me too, and I was just 'observing' the story. I think she told them to stop teasing her, because the kids stopped afterward.

Manei looked to be nine in the next segment. Her father died when the tribe came under attack not too long ago, and the 'grandmother' passed away as well. She is now spending a lot of time with her aunt and uncle who are married but can't have kids.
Nothing much really happened here. They walk through the jungle to this waterfall like place where they all go swimming. There is this high waterfall (maybe 50 feet) and Manei climbs to the top and jumps off.

Manei looked to be eleven or twelve in the next segment. In this I can recall her wanting to be a 'fire dancer' that was supposedly some prestigious position in the tribe. And it's just what it sounds like. The dancers take this long stick, that is burning on either end and preform a synchronized, high-energy dance with about 7 or 8 women. I think men can fire dance in the tribe as well.
She is learning from some of the older girls in the tribe who looked to be about the age she is now. She is practicing with a stick that is not burning. She doesn't seem to be that good but is rather obsessed with this trick where she balances on top of the stick with a handstand. All of the older girls are really jealous, so they say that if she tries that trick during the dance she would just get burned, and they kick her out of the group.

In the next segment, she was maybe fourteen. There is a big gap in what happened and why. But she is now studying with these monks in how to become a dream guide. Given she is about the same age as I am, this was really close to when I began lucid dreaming. But there is also a gap because I already established that she was in my dreams before I started lucid dreaming. Explanation please.
That said, this was a very strange location. The monks live in a monastery on top of a mountain. The inside of the monastery, or at least the room they were in looks like a dungeon though, with stone walls and these torture devices.
The monks are like midgets. Maybe 2'6" with giant heads for their bodies. They have tattoos that are quarter-sized black dots running in a line up their the back of their heads down their faces.
Manei apparently had to shave too, because she has no hair. She looks very strange shaven. The monks are presenting her with a gold belt and telling her she has to compete in some kind of fighting tournament.

That's the end of the Manei story, now some other stuff. Rhis was recall from last night.

Something to do with me riding my bike through across a boardwalk through this swamp area. It feels like I am riding through my town. I 'remember' that there was some sort of time travel involved and this was actually the distant future.

I can recall some being told some other story. This one told in a style that looks like a Tim Burton film. The story is read to me by the grim reaper who is sitting in a small bed floating in a blue void, and reading it out of a big book.
I can't recall the story as well as the one about Manei, but the story follows a girl who can't seem to fit in. So she tries to kill herself and see if she will fit in in the afterlife.
She becomes a zombie and tries to hang out with zombie girls throughout the majority of the movie. At the end, we see her kill her zombie form and become reborn as this blue troll creature on another planet.
There is also some part of the story that involved Groot and Rocket Racoon (from Guardians of the Galaxy) playing a game of pool, but I can't recall how that fit into the main story.
There is also some recurring theme in the story that whenever the main character (the suicidal girl) wants to get somebody's attention for one reason or another, she will knock on the wall behind her.