non-lucid

Fragment: I am in my SOPHMORE YEAR social studies class talking about the midterm that takes place on a saturday with the teacher.

Fragment: I am at S's house. His house is not normal. It is this huge mansion that is white both inside and out.

Fragment:I am working on a graphic design project. I have two identical laptops and my files appear to be split between them.

I am talking with a dream character who is writing a novel. The title is 'Old Geezers like To Sit by the Pool' and the premise of the novel is as follows. There is a young boy who was born with a birth deformity on his stomach. This gets him made fun of by other kids, and he does not like to take of his shirt and swim in the pool. So whenever his family goes to the pool, he ends up sitting by the side of the pool and talking with old people.
Over the course of the novel, the boy has many life-changing discussions with various old people while sitting by the side of the pool. They help him correct mistakes in his life, such as getting married, choosing the correct job, raising his kids, etc.
Eventually the boy himself becomes an elderly man, and while sitting by the pool one day he sees a young girl getting made fun of...
Anyways the DC has written a rough copy of the novel and they want me to help them revise and edit it. How? By becoming a character IN the novel and experiencing the story firsthand. The DC writes my name in the first chapter and ZAP, I'm a part of the story.
So I get teleported in. This is the opening scene, where we see the boy getting made fun of. He is perhaps 8 years old. And, just as described, several kids make fun of him. He starts to get out of the pool, then one kid pushes him over the edge and the main character tries to drown him. The bully's parents intervene, and they get mad at the main character. He gets out of the pool and walks over to where the old people are sitting.
The writer starts talking to me, and asks me if I thought that was an effectively sad scene. I tell him that it really makes me feel more angry than sad. I almost wanted to hit those bullies even though they were probably half my age.

Dream - Lucid

I was inside some building at night. I don't know for sure what it was, but I was inside a bathroom in this building. Inside the bathroom was me, a police officer or some kind of law enforcement officer, and Doug Funny, who was the criminal. It was like he was trying to escape. He had a mean, angry look on his face, and had blood on his shirt. I remember the police saying something to him. They left me with him so I could detain him.

Instead of detaining him, I spoke with him calmly. I looked for the wounds that were causing him to bleed, and saw two areas that looked like a bunch of raised blisters, one of the back of his head, and one on his stomach, but the one on his stomach was just a bunch of nutshells. I brushed off the nutshells. I told him I would bandage up the back of his head. He asked me to wrap some gauze around it. I told him I would.
"Let me go look in the first aid kit," I said.

I looked for the first aid kit, and couldn't find it.

I then was in a room in the same building that had some long cafeteria tables in it. There were a few people at the tables eating, one being one of my managers from my old job, Laura. I think Doug Funny was also sitting there. I was worried that he would get in trouble for being there. I sat at a table that had someone else at it, but I sat alone. I was looking at my phone; I knew the sun would be up soon (I think this was bleeding in from having to be up early for work this morning). I remember talking to Laura at some point.

I then went looking for another bathroom, because I had to go. I found two bathrooms, and instead of being marked "Men's" and "Women's", they were marked "Physical" and "Spiritual". I knew it was referring to physical families and spiritual families, and it had something to do with the Muslim faith. I went inside the one that said spiritual. Inside, there were these huge, luxurious stalls. I went into one that was close to the back. No one else was in there, but I felt more comfortable there. I sat on the toilet, and an oriental woman came up to me and started setting up this station for a foot massage. I quickly told her
"No thank you, I don't need a foot massage!"
She promptly left. I didn't want a foot massage while I was pooping.

I remember having flesh-colored feces in a plastic Ziplock bag. I had to hold them in place while I tried to go to the bathroom? Didn't really understand this part too well.

Then, as I was leaving the bathroom, I ran into a young Middle Eastern couple, maybe in their 30's or so. The man started to speak with me about Muslim spiritual families, using all these terms that I did not understand. His wife then said
"Honey, she has no idea what you're talking about."

~

I know I had a dream before this one, but again, insomnia kicked my ass for half the night. Getting pretty fed up with this sleeplessness stuff. I guess I was spoiled for awhile and was getting plenty of sleep. Now, I just can't seem to catch more than a few hours. Bleh.

Another awesome multi-sleep-cycle dreaming night with good retention, woohoo just need to start converting these to lucids somehow.

Will fill in details later when I have a real keyboard

16 minutes of voice recorder notes. Remee on, first waking came just about exactly at remee signal interval (4.5 hours)

+ escape from the bad boys to the golf course (near-epic)

+ signing a contract to take care of the doctors baby for 2 weeks for free

+ my kids catch me with NSFW content on the laptop and unclothed lying on the living room floor, very embarrassing

+ KS's father allows me in the club, luxurious and crazy tennis, exchanging gifts with Arnold Schwarzenegger

+ attack on our club I am a newbie with a shotgun getting advice from a veteran I shoot an opponent starting the war

+ playing chess he's really pushing his pawns my pieces are not yet on the board put them there use queen to back up my pawn break

+ tennis test I pass with faster and faster and more and more accurate volleys I may play Ivan Lendl I go lok for my shoes and socks to get ready to play

+ elevator in the hardware store they're evacuating go outside it's cold/rainy need to get back to the other section of the store which is far away

A friend and I are chased out of a Tibetan village by angry men trying to kill me with rocks and sticks. We run down a trail through the woods, straight into an old WWII tank, shooting directly at us. The tank shots don't go through big trees, but get stuck inside, and then explode, completely obliterating the trees. The same happens with rocks that we try to hide behind. We turn and run through more of the forest, off of any trail. Two people on a dirt bike are riding through the woods opposite of us, and 100ft to our right. I quickly drop to the ground so they don't see us, but they do. The person on the back of the dirt bike has a fully automatic rifle, and what appears to be lots of ammo.

We take cover behind some huge trees. I can see through one of the trees, and notice the rifle being aimed directly at me through the tree. So I crouch down as a bullet grazes my back, burning and tearing some of my skin off as it passes. This motivates me strongly to find safety from all this chaos. My friend and I run to a rope-bridge that crosses a large chasm, but soon find that we are now surrounded, people who want us dead on both sides of the bridge.

I kneel down, and draw a symbol I've never seen before, looking mostly like a 4. As I draw it, I say something about "We will be safe". It glows a bit. I trace it again, saying the same words, and it glows more. I repeat that a third time, semi-aware that we will be shot in a matter of seconds here on the bridge. The symbol glows brightly, radiating light all over, and I am immediately transported to Hell!

Standing on an invisible energy floor in the middle of a ring of gnarly floating rocks, glowing red and on fire, this whole mass just floats far above what looks like the ground level. Lots of other flaming / glowing rocks float around, most are massive, the size of multiple cruise liners. There are stone bridges and passageways leading from one to the other. I feel safe here, because I doubt any of my attackers would actually go to hell, even if it was just to kill me.

I seem to be alone in Hell, no one else around. All I hear is flames, and the creaking of really hot rocks. It all looks quite amazing. I walk down a rock staircase to a lower level, and find myself face to face with a massive demon. About 15 times my height, very thin, his feet and hands are massive blades, and he appears to be completely composed of strong metal. He steps on me, cleaving me in two rather effortlessly. Instead of dying, I find myself in one piece again nearby this same beast. Mostly still feeling happy to be free from those people shooting at me, I'm not afraid of this demon at all. Sensing this, he walks away disappointed. I walk along a rock path, either side of which is a vast expanse of molten rock, glowing bright orange and yellow, gently undulating as it flows around. I come across another giant demon beast. This one looks like a combination of a pit-bull, the incredible hulk, and a giant boulder with massive spikes on it. This demon is bulging with muscles and thick, rough skin, mostly black, but glowing red in the creases. Kind of the texture of a massive tree with big chunky tree bark. He has big spikes on his shoulders, and lots of pointy fangs, sort of drooling as he growls at me. Since I went to hell to be safe, I'm not afraid of him. He charges me, and I just watch to see what happens. He bites me, eating the top half of my body. Everything goes black for a bit, then I re-materialize right in front of him again, just watching curiously. He too gets discouraged and leaves. They seem to only enjoy mauling me when I'm afraid.

I explore around a bit, taking in the massive mountains of glowing spikey rocks, and rivers of magma. The whole ambiance of this place is a rather soothing red/orange/yellow color. I find it pleasing to my eyes.

I then wake up to my room being only a degree or two below body temperature, and I've sweat through everything. A similar temperature perception to the dream.

Trying to go to hell, I manage to find myself in an old, abandoned mental hospital. There are a few zombies around, so I lock myself in an old dorm room so they can't distract me. There is a medium sized hole in a wall, with a metal cover blocking access to it. If I can get through there, surely hell will be on the other side. I have exactly the tools I need to take the cover off, and begin working the screws loose. There are 7 hex screws, with one torque screw in the corner.

I notice a food elevator in the corner. I peek inside and along a series of mirrors is a person looking back at me! I duck and try to hide from view, but she saw me.

Some non-zombie people come in, and tell me it's not safe here because of the zombies outside. They try to convince me to join them and move to a safer place. Also, they are serving dinner right now, and I'd be just in time for it. They start to help me pack up my stuff into bags that they have with them. Really preferring to check out hell instead, I tell them that I'd rather eat in a few hours, and to just lock me in here until then. I'll be safe. They aren't thrilled, but agree to do this, and leave me in the dimly lit, damply cold dorm room again, with its stone walls, and tile floor.

With the cover now off, the hole is too small to fit through. I decide to just fall asleep, and then I can fit through any size hole because I'm dreaming. I have a few hours so this should be easy.

I lay down on a wooden plank used for beds to fall asleep and wake up.

I was walking around with one of my friends (who we'll call Elise) around my first primary school + some random school. Then out of nowhere came a bunch of twelve/thriteen year olds and they were talking about a new trend, similar to YOLO but it was #Disconnect. No idea what that was about. Elise soon left my side because she was arguing with two guys about something Marvel related.

I then came across this dark dungeon and I soon discovered it was some sort of game arena. You had to go through the underground cavern, fight something and then you would level up. In one of the games I did I became a small dragon (I keep doing my LD goals in non LDs, what's up with that?) and had to fight another small dragon. The only thing that bothered me about this was that we were moving EXTREMELY slow as if we were in slow motion the entire time. I somehow managed to break through that and defeat the opposing dragon.

Later I was being bothered by some guy from my school who annoys me a lot, he kept trying to hit on me and grab my hand (in the dream), so I turned around and kicked him in the balls. That didn't send him the message, so I got inside some house and then it went into a Sim game edit mode and I built a wall around my house, plus two staircases, one led to the 'level up' game and the other lead to the ground thousands of ft below.

After that I was in my school, except it was a lot bigger and I went to have a shower. Then someone from outside the shower demanded that we had to get out of there ASAP. I peeked through the door and I saw someone taking my towel and clothes. I didn't want to walk out naked, so I asked if someone could get me a towel. I soon got one, but I had to step out naked to get it. I then had to walk around in a towel and underwear. I got downstairs in this building and saw a girl from my school with my clothes and towel. She gave me my clothes, but I only had a shirt, so I hid behind a table stacked with clothes, put the shirt on, removed my underwear and put on pants (totally logical, well done me).

Somewhere in the dream I went to do a RC (not because I questioned my dream state, just out of habit) but I woke up just before I did and my arm was moving to do it in real life so I ended up doing the RC whilst awake .

Dream 1

Im in the same place as my previous dream where I was capturing a flag. I'm listening to updates of a UFC fight between Anderson Silva x Chris Weidman. It's the 3rd encounter between the pair. The last 2 went to Chris in crazy circumstances.

It sounds as if Anderson is winning this match and will most likely regain his title which he lost in the first fight to Chris. I want to catch the end of the fight and rush over to a TV to see it. I must have missed it, as I can only see some sort of talent show. I think that maybe the fight was also apart of the talent show.

Dream 2

Josh and myself are at a mechanic, which looks similar to casey automotive's. We check to see if anyone is there. All the lights are off so we expect that it's closed. We head around the back of the factory and hear some voices. It's dark and can't see who is there. We ask if anyone is there. The owner responded to us and comes over towards us. I feel bad due to him probably not catching him in work hours. We tell him about our car as we walk over to it.

He recognises the problem and pulls out a MRI scan of a brain. He shows us the match box sized growth inside the skull. He tells us what it's called (was similar for arachnoid cyst) and mentions that he knows how to treat it. I get very curious and start to think that it's probably the distilled water he is about to mention.

Dream 3

Im inside the game of Battlefield 4, playing capture the flags. It's myself vs everyone else. Every other player included Daryl and Sarinas family.

I've taken the flag. I know that everyone will be cornering off majority of exits for me to sneak through and cap my flag at my base, so I lay low and hide until the heat dies off. I hide outside and notice it's mars colouring with rocks etc.

I hear someone coming my way and decide to sneak out without anyone seeing. I'm successful doing so, and make a run for it. I don't really know exactly where my base is, but I just have a feel of my to the base. Im non-stop running, keeping my attention on what's in front of me only. I keep coming across door that I have to enter through. I start to think about the tactic i just pulled and how its so far worked. I haven't seen any of the enemies as of yet.

I finally reach my base, which is a bedroom with a door that has a V shape cut out of it. It's a small room with a couple beds.

[i don't think I went through the process of capping the flag. Maybe getting to the bedroom was enough for a cap?]

I make my way to where everyone is, which is in the lounge room. It's pretty dark and hard to pick up on everything that's in the room. I feel pretty good about myself for making my way to the base, and I expect everyone to be surprised to see me and mention about the flag. No one mentions anything which is a bit of a bummer. I see some of Sarinas family, Daryl, Jane and Tim. Everyone is sitting down on couches. Jane and Tim give me some sort of pep talk?

I'm back at the base and I'm with my brother. I tell him about sleeping in separate beds tonight and that I would sleep in the one I was sitting on [the previous night we must have slept in the same bed]

Side Notes
Im starting to become lazy and going back to sleep. I move around a bit after awakening, therefore expecting that my dream recall will be history, which isn't correct. I need to keep to one routine and stop changing. I'm back to the sleeping mask as of tomorrow and sticking with it for a period of time.

I am sitting at a table in my old high school's cafeteria.*

*I am not sure if this is merely a fleeting fragment of a separate dream in and of itself or if it is a precursor/transition to:

I am in New Orleans, sitting at a table - circular, black wrought iron - on the sidewalk outside of a series of buildings that include: The Boot, The Mushroom and Crepes a la Cart. At my table are a mix of people I knew from high school and college. There are a few more tables, of the same type, on either side of me. They have the same general mix of high school and college acquaintances. I vaguely recall that one of the adjacent tables has the "tier 1" cool kids and my table has the "tier 2" still-cool-but-not-as-cool-kids (reminiscent of the popularity hierarchy of lunch tables at my middle school).

One of the kids, either at my table or the adjacent table, ask if I had sex with this one girl; she is sitting at one of the two tables (my recollection is hazy as to which). I, at least in my dream, was certain that I did in fact have sex with her (I have no idea where the absolute certainty in my dream came from). However, I don't answer the question directly, instead I nonchalantly shrug off the question in a way that indicates that I did, but I prefer to be a coy dick about it.

People get up and start to leave. A guy at my table is frantically looking around. I see, now that everyone has gotten up, that there is a bunch of junk strewn under the table. I bend down to look and see a man's bra* on the ground as well as a wad of money. The guy searching tell me he is looking for a credit card, which I see it on the ground, under a chair, and hand to him.

*Literally no idea why - however I explicitly clarified that the bra was a man's in the dream journal I use upon walking up (it is to be noted that I wrote it in a half-sleep daze).

Next Dream:

I am looking in a mirror and see that one of my bottom teeth, in the middle of the bottom row, is sticking out higher than the rest and is quite loose/wobbly. I doesn't hurt though. I decide to get it looked at. In order to get to the dentist I go to Ochsner Hospital in New Orleans and use this pseudo-helicopter contraption I find there. It is incredibly small, similar in scale to a smart car - if not smaller, and very high tech; there is just enough room inside to sit down comfortably. From the Hospital it autopilots me to the dentist. Directly in front of me is a flat screen monitor that displays where I am as there are no windows. The screen shows me circling the entire world, in maybe 30 seconds, before crossing back over North America to New Orleans. During the trip these mechanical arms come out and give me a shot of something into my mouth which I vaguely remember as fleetingly numbing my mouth (possibly Novocain).

I land on the roof of a building and flatten/fold up the pseudo-copter so that I can carry it around with me; it is very light. I make my way down to a hallway with doors for medical and business related offices on either side. My dentist (in the dream - not reality)* is in this hallway. However, I find a different business when I walk into his office. I slip out before anyone sees me and walk back and forth down the hallway thinking that I may have used the wrong door. After a few rounds I check the sign outside the should-be office door. Apparently, the dentist had changed offices, but did not inform me.

*He is, in reality, an old family-friend and a physician my family often goes to in NYC, but for whatever reason he is my dream dentist.

At a stand still I look down the hallway and see Hulk Holgan (HH), in a business suit, talking to a tall black man with short dreadlocks also in a suit. I listen in and hear that the man has hired HH to do a commercial for his burger chain. HH asks for a few minutes to get ready before the commerical starts filming and the chain owner walks into his office.

As I walk by HH offers to give my tooth a look. I readily agree and offer, in turn, to help him with a slogan for the burger commercial. While checking out my tooth, HH tells me that he was thinking of using "like a million dollars" as the slogan. I think for a second and try "better than cashing a paycheck" which he likes more. HH then pulls out my tooth and I immediately feel better. However, there is now a large gap in the middle of my bottom row of teeth. HH says that I can get a filling later, but it wouldn't close the gap, only make it more stable; I'm not too happy about that, but there is nothing I can do about it at the moment.

I look around see LaMarcus Aldridge (LA) standing next to HH and me. He offers to go get food with me, but HH tells me not to, that it isn't such a good idea. I ignore him and, with LA, I walk down the hallway. We head outside into a fairly hard rain and I realize that I am at the University of Texas. LA jogs over to an outside basketball court where the University of Texas basketball team is practicing. LA joins them as I walk over to watch the practice. Right past the end of the court, on the side closest to me, is a line of marching band drummers practicing.

The drummers are in a single file line and all decked out in marching band uniforms. At one side of the line is an administrative-looking older gentleman handing out diplomas and shaking the hands. I walk wast the line and see, about 8 feet beyond the drum line, an adjacent line of brass players (trumpets, etc.) playing their instruments. I keep walking and move past the brass line coming to a small and long hill that levels out into a paved parking lot. The father of an old friend of mine is standing at the top. He shakes my hand and congratulates me on graduating (I think - the dream gets hazy and I wake up around this point).

I forgot to add a song to my last DJ entry!
I can't think of any music that fits this dream, so instead, here's what I'm listening to as I write this:


I'm at an office in a clinic. I'm sitting on a simple chair in the very middle of the room.
I've been waiting here for some time, bored out of my mind.
A nurse is supposed to join me in order to give me the results from some kind of medical test that was performed on me.
After some time a nurse finally enters the room.
She tells me that she has good news, that they have finally figured out what is wrong with me.
The nurse suggest beginning treatment immediately.
I'm ecstatic to hear this.

However, I now also realize that this is a dream.
The nurse somehow notices that I have become lucid. She seems sad because of it?

We are interrupted by a doctor barging into the room.
She immediately steals the nurses charts from her hands.
After looking over them she sends the nurse away.

"I will take care of this."

I don't like this. The nurse seemed very competent and kind, whereas the doctor seems uninterested in my health.
She is just here to do her job and get paid. She couldn't care less about who I am or how I feel.
After grabbing something from a drawer she pulls up another chair and sits right in front of me.
She holds a syringe and a vial containing an odd purple liquid.

"Hold out your arm for me."
"Okay."

I hold out my arm as she draws some of that liquid into the syringe.
I want to ask her about what is actually wrong with me, and about what
the devil she is about to inject me with.
But I don't ask anything because I feel really uncomfortable.
The color of that liquid strikes me as really odd.
Are you supposed to inject purple stuff into people?

She grabs my arm tightly, presumably so that I don't move.
My skin offers little resistance to the syringe.
The needle punctures it easily.
I'm pleased that it doesn't hurt.
She injects me with a large quantity of the liquid.

As she retracts the syringe she smiles.
And not the good kind of smile. The I just fucked you up and I'm a psychopath kind of smile.
Blisters start forming very rapidly all over my arm.
They quickly grow to the point where they are about to burst.
There's a huge amount of liquid in them. And I sense them pulsating. (I'm not googling a fitting picture for that...)
WHAT THE FUCK!
I notice the doctor as she attempts to go for my other arm.
Oh hell no. I slap the syringe out of her hand and quickly get up.

I am now in full panic mode.
I turn towards the only door in the room and charge at it.
Due to fear of the door being locked I throw my entire weight at it, attempting to break it open.


The lock gives in under the force emitting a shattering sound and separates from the door.

Blinded by a bright sun I try to reorient myself.
Wait what? I'm outside?
I quickly realize that I find myself stranded on top of a skyscraper.
There's only one door leading back into the building and that's where I came from.
This doesn't make any sense! Also the skyscraper is really thin. Like only 5 by 5 meters.
I have nowhere to run.


The doctor emerges from the room holding a much larger syringe this time around.
Like, a meter long. She's holding it like an assault weapon.

"Come over here. You need your medicine!"

I don't think so. I look back at my arm and it looks even worse than before.
The biggest blister bursts open and some thick yellow goo starts to ooze out of it.
It is utterly disgusting. Oh but it gets worse. So much worse.


Fat wasps start to climb out from inside the blister, through the puncture.
There's goo all over them, and they immediately begin to climb my arm.
I contemplate attempting to rip my arm off my body, but I understand that this is not possible.
The doctor approaches me slowly, carrying the overly large syringe on her shoulder.

But then, during all the panic, a short moment of clarity.
I am dreaming. I try to forcefully forget about the condition of my arm, knowing that it will return to normal.
The doctor is getting uncomfortably close to me, and I have no room left to move backwards...


Oh for fucks sake!
The name tag on the doctors lab coat...
It reads "Dr. Faye"
There is just barely enough time to go from full on panic to being seriously pissed.

"Fuck this, I'm out of here."

I stretch out my arms, and let myself fall backwards, down the skyscraper, looking at the sky all the way down.
Weeeeeeeeeeee
...
Uhm...
This scene is going to change before I hit the ground yes?

My vision fades just before I hit the ground.
Good...
*BAM!*

OH GOD FUCK WHY...
Oh...

I thought I went splat there for a moment.
But I actually just landed on my back in a new scene.
I get up and begin to orient myself.
My arm is back to normal, so we're off to a god start.


Oddly enough I seem to have ended up in some kind of garage?
Like, a pit box for race cars.
Usually if I change scenes without thinking of a destination I land on a certain beach.
I end up there quite often, but not this time for some reason.

I rub my hands together, trying to purge my mind of the images of my arm.
Then I spot it. A suspiciously large object hidden beneath a white sheet.
I know exactly what this is!
Pulling away the sheet reveals my xg bike.
AWW YEAH!


I walk around it inspecting it from all angles.
The polished exhaust manifolds reflect the bright lighting in this garage.
I touch them and slide my finger all the way back to the end of the exhaust pipes.
Thinking about it, I haven't raced this in many years.
I did have a dream about it a long time ago, but I don't think I raced it.
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I could use my lucidity to attempt to resolve my current dream issues.
But I decide to postpone it. The dream is stable and I know that is going to be wonderful if I race.
Yes. I need some me time. Dreams are about having fun. I don't feel like resolving complex issues right now.

I climb onto the bike. It feels exactly right.
I flip the switches on the dashboard. ECU, FUEL, IGN.
And it lights up in vibrant neon colors.

I spot a pair of noise canceling plugs, resting next to some sunglasses on the fuel tank.
I promptly stick the plugs into my ears. This nullifies all sound completely. I also put on the sunglasses,
which fit nicely. I detach the auxiliary oil supply, which was keeping the engine nice and warm.

I gently feather the throttle, and kick the starter hard.
The engine roars to life. The sudden sound pressure feels like a punch to the stomach.
It almost hurts. My entire body vibrates, as it resonates with the sound emitted by all 20 cylinders.
Even though my hearing is muffled, the sound is painfully loud because it is amplified within this garage.
The sudden vibrations greatly increase the quality of my dream.
My vision is colorful and sharp now. All of my senses are engaged.
I am in a pit box. There's a race track right outside.

I pull the clutch all the way back and shift into first.
A loud mechanical "clock" is emitted by the transmission and the dashboard display changes from N to 1.
I lean my weight all the way forwards, feather the throttle and just let go of the clutch.
After some wheel spin I am propelled out of the pit box and begin driving down the pit lane.
I flip on the "G" switch on my dash board. This turns on an odd device that provides high amounts of downforce without causing any drag.
Almost as if gravity was magically increased for the bike.
With a precise foot press the engine changes into second and the bike wobbles forward and backward a bit.


I start to gain speed and once I'm onto the track I punch it.
At first the revs climb slowly, but then once I make it past 7k rpm I hear both turbos slowly spinning up, providing an enormous boost in torque.
This violent increase in power actually catches me off guard and I accidentally change into 3rd.
There is some more wobbling and the engine emits a rather unhealthy sound as I have starved the turbos from their much needed exhaust pressure.
This is to be expected as I shifted way too soon.

I gain some more speed before I need to slow down for a sharp hairpin.
The brakes are loud and cause some vibration, but they are perfectly precise and very powerful.
I shift back into second and engine screams up for a split second as the internal computers match the engine speed to that of the gearbox,
followed by a loud rumble due to unburned fuel exiting the exhaust pipes.

I throttle up gradually as I am exiting the corner. The turbos spin up again. This time I'm determined not to shift early.
I grab the handles tightly, holding on for dear life. The acceleration brutally increases all the way through
10k, 11k, 12k, 13k rpm. The front wheel begins to lift off the track and I quickly shift into 3rd.
This time there is no wobble. The gearbox computer executes the shift precisely the moment when my foot presses the shifting pedal.
The front wheel slams back onto the track with a loud tire screech.

Two lines of blue leds on my dashboard grow towards each other as the rpm increase, indicating that I am within the power band.
I take it all the way up past 14k, until red leds at the end of the blue led strips light up,
indicating that it is time to shift...

I am now in 4th, doing close to 500km/h, as I enter a long corner. I lean my body into it, bringing the glowing orange exhaust manifolds into my field of view.
The forces on my body increase, until eventually belts in my pants pull together automatically to cut off the blood flow to my legs.
This just barely prevents me from passing out. I am unable to breathe until I exit the corner and the forces normalize.

I lift my body up a bit, so that I emerge above the protective wind shield.
The air pushes against my face hard. It hurts. I am so alive right now.
I try to scream as loud as I can. My lungs can just barely overcome the air pressure.
But there is barely any sound. The engine is just too loud. I cannot compete.

But that doesn't matter. This is MY dream. I am alive. I am in control.
After some laps the dream fades. I don't care.

The contrast between "bad" and "good" adrenaline was quite interesting.
Could have done without the bad part though. The images are still burned into my mind. x_X

July 21, 2014

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Nature Park

I was checking out at a convenience store or something, and the cashier was super friendly. She suggested a nature park for me to visit; it was about half an hour down the road from the store. I had nothing much to do, so I decided to visit. It was all on a mountain, and there were various themed paths up to the top. I passed a path that looked like it had been carved out of a rock-face. But it was closed for some reason; I assumed there was construction or something going on. I think it could have also been an avalanche. I went up the other way, and at the top was a courtyard and amphitheater-type-thing. There was also a beautiful view of the Big City.





Nature Park Again

(I woke up right after that dream, and checked the time; I still had a couple hours before my alarm would go off, so I smiled and fell back asleep while thinking about the dream I'd just had; When I fell asleep, I was abck in the nature park, but not lucid)

I was in front of the blocked off portion of the nature park again. But now it was opened again, and I took that way. I climbed up the switchbacks carved into the rock, admiring intricate patterns carved into the walls. At the top of the cliff, I could see the amphitheater not far away, and headed for it, but there was an animal in the way. I forgot what it was, because the dream didn't last much longer. Now that I think about it, I may have been half-lucid. But I'm not really sure.





Spirit of the Forest

I was with Zukin again, and we were walking around a national park. We found a path into a forest, which led to a scenic lookout of a famous tree. It was apparently the oldest free in the state (or country? I don't know. Maybe it was the last surviving tree of its species? Either way, it was a special tree), and as we walked, the path forked in four different directions. We looked for signs, and only found one that said "to Lookout" pointing all the way to the right. But we wanted to know where these other paths went, so we searched a little more for other signs. Eventually, we found a sign hidden underneath a bush and vines that said "to Caves."

That sounded fun. We took that path (it was the one furthest to the left) and after five minutes of walking, the path forked again, this time in five directions. There were no signs here, at least not at first. We figured there had to be a sign somewhere, so we looked hard again, and sure enough, there was another sign hidden under overgrown bushes and whatnot. We wondered how long it had been since anyone was on this path. Whereas the first main path to the lookout was well defined, this one was hard to see for the most part. We followed the path leading to "caves" and again came to a fork, this time with three choices. This time the sign was nowhere to be found, even after searching. We had to guess.

We took the path in the middle of the three, and after about half an hour, we came out of the forest and into an open area with scattered small trees in a field to our left, and a cliff to our right. There was a wall (about hip-high) with vines overgrown all over it. Across a canyon we could see the people at the lookout. We ducked behind the wall, just in case we weren't really supposed to be here. The path continued along the wall, and at the end, we could see the famous tree. We crawled behind the wall until we reached the tree; but before we got there, the path sloped down steeply while the wall continued at the same height. We were able to stand again as we descended, and then the path wrapped around the trunk of the tree and went underground, into the root system and winding around them. It was all rather magical.

But then we heard a rumbling, and I looked up. Dirt was falling from the ground above our heads, and we made our way out of the cave system below the tree. We hadn't gotten very far, so it was easy to get out. Once we were out, the rumbling stopped for a moment, but when I took another step away from the tree, it started again, and Zukin and I started running back up the path, away from the tree. It kept rumbling, louder and louder, and when we got around the winding path to the hill along the wall, we found that it was now almost perfectly vertical. There was no way to climb it...! But there was a vine.

"Climb up the vine!" Zukin called to me. She was already grabbing it and making her way up. I was a little scared, but I climbed nonetheless. We inched our way up the vine as the rumbling grew louder. We were behind the wall, so I wasn't worried about people seeing us now that they could probably hear the rumbling. When we reached the top, we sat against the wall along the cliff, looking to our right at the tree as it tipped away from us, and then the ground shook a little as the roots came out of the ground, destroying that series of tunnels we'd been in moments before.

"Oh SHIT..." I said. Now everyone would be looking over here, and we needed to get the fuck out of this place. We made our way along the wall, and about half-way to the forest, we met Harry Potter. He ran up to us and told us to run, because people were coming. He'd seen it all and wanted to help us escape. We ran behind him for a while, but then, around the corner where the wall turned, there was a Demonic Druid-type thing. It lunged after us, spitting toxic goo from it's eyes and mouth. Some of it hit Harry Potter, and he stumbled. Vines came out of the ground and wrapped around his legs and arms, pulling him all the way down to the ground.

"Harry!" I called, starting to run after him.

"Wait!" He yelled, and I stopped. Zukin ran up to me. "I can see it all now..." Harry continued. "They need a new guardian... that tree... it was the Forest's guardian, but now it's dead. It wasn't you, don't worry. It was just its time to go, and you happened to be there. They need a new guardian... I'll do it. I love this forest, so I'll be the new guardian. Soon a new tree will grow where I lay right now... It was be beautiful..." He had a warm smile on his face and his eyes were glossing over. We knew he was seeing something we never could. We nodded and bowed our heads, and the Demonic Druid thing stepped aside to let us pass.

We ran to the main trail and joined the crowd leaving.

Two years later, I was with Zukin in a bookstore, and we saw a new book about the "Tree Death and Harry Potter Disappearance" mystery. I chuckled a little and bought the book, and one for Zukin. We would have fun later reading all the conspiracy theories about the events of that day. I didn't know it then, but one of my classmates, T, was sitting in a corner of the bookstore, watching us. She was suspicious.

The next day, I was listening to Zukin playing the piano when T came up to me and started asking questions. I evaded them, and left to go on a walk. T and her partner (I think they were private investigators or something, hired to find Harry Potter) followed me, and when I went down the path to the lookout, they confronted me again.

"So you were there that day?" She said to me.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know what happened to Harry, don't you?"

I shrugged. She came over to me and got all close and in my space. I used my forearm to shove her gently away. "If you really want to know what happened that day, why not just try exploring a bit? That's what I did that day."

I left, and they stood there. Now I was viewing the dream third person. I watched as T and her partner went down the same paths Zukin and I had gone down two years before. They came out of the forest and into the field with the wall and cliff to the right, and saw Harry Potter. His eyes were still in the same glossed-over position as they had been when Zukin and I left, but now they followed T and her partner as they approached. The vines which had pulled him down that day had grown thicker and woodier than they had been. They had fused together for the most part. All that was visible of Harry was his face and some of his left shoulder. He was pale blue.

T started to run toward Harry, but vines came up and grabbed her foot. She looked to her partner for help, but he also had vines crawling up his leg. Suddenly, he started to move forward, speaking in a strange language. When T didn't respond, he spoke again, in English. "Leave now. Do not ever come back."

T struggled to get free, but she couldn't. The Demonic Druid from before materialized from the ground, and spat goo at both T and her partner. Her partner was unaffected because he was under control, but T's skin started to burn, and she screamed.

The Druid looked at her partner, tilted its head, and raised its hand. The man was released from the control, and he looked around. "Hey, it's Harry!" He called, smiling bright. "T, look, it's Harry!" He looked around, saw T, but didn't see anything else, because he was shot in the face with toxic goo. He screamed and slowly fell to the ground as well, and then all was silent. The Druid sank back into the ground.





Sex On The Beach

(I woke up to my alarm at 6:30, but had a migraine :( After emailing my professors and the people I usually drive to school, I got back in bed and tried to fall back asleep before the pain got too bad)

I had a false awakening on a beach. I was on a beach towel, in my swimsuit. I sat up, looked around. The sky was blue, and the sand was warm underneath my towel. Behind me, grass-covered dunes rose along the shore. There wasn't a single person in sight, and I smiled, laying back down.

Spoiler for NSFW:

Then I heard the sound of footsteps, and looked up. A man was walking along the beach toward me. I don't really remember everything that led up to what happened next, but suddenly he was leaning over me and kissing my neck. He kissed all the way down my stomach, taking off my bikini top as he passed it. Then he was kissing my lips and his trunks were coming off. I slid out of my bikini bottom, too. He was strong; he lifted me up off the towel and sat up so he was kneeling, and he guided me down on top of his throbbing manhood. (like this, just he was on his knees instead of sitting on his butt)

It was... intense. Neither of us said a single thing through it all. He kissed (more like licked) like all over my body. He bit me playfully a few times, too. When we were done, he laid me back down on the beach towel and stood up, walking to the water and standing with his feet in the water for a while.

He looked back at me and grinned, said something in a singsong voice (I can't remember what it was; I was still a little dazed from the experience), and I realized: He was the Face, and that meant I must be dreaming. I looked down at my hands; two thumbs on my right hand. I was dreaming. I stared at the Face for a while, wondering what to ask him. I was oddly unshy about what had just happened, and neither was he. But I didn't expect he would be shy about something like that, considering he'd pretended to be about to rape me in another dream.

(I drew the Face, btw... this is about what he looks like, anime-fied: The Face ... Ignore my wonky hand-drawing skillz)

"You going to tell me your name yet?" I asked.

"Not this time, either~" He said, and looked back out over the water.

"So why are you here?" I stood up and walked to the water.

"Just came to see you." He said, smirking over at me.

"So sex but no answers for me?" I was a little annoyed. Not that I was complaining...

"I never said I wouldn't answer any of your questions. Ask away."

"Who are you?"

He grinned as if he had known I would ask that first. "I am what you make of me."

I rolled my eyes. "Why are you so unlike any of the other characters in my dreams?"

He looked me right in the eyes this time. "Why do you think?" Was all he would say, and then I felt the dream destabilizing. I reaching out to touch his arm to stabilize myself, but he backed away, grinning as he vanished with the rest of the dream, and I woke up.

I'm walking through a house in a pretty dress. I have really long hair reaching to my lower back. It's soft and curled. I feel beautiful.

Smaugs Desolation

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am trapped in the money bin from Scrooge McDuck. I try to escape and find the outside world. Before that I wanna rob the underground bank of the Mayas connected to the place. We find a dragon and hide in his mouth. He flys us in but it ends in a disaster. I escape with the help of a witch who gives me a broom and loosens my bonds.
She gives me a wand and I go back in to get the gold. I also find my school stuff in a safe.

Washingmachine
Lucid #5

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in a washing room with my friend. We talk with his dad and brother using a radio. We try to dream. I fall asleep in my dream and get lucid. Were still inside the room but I am scared and wake myself up by jumping through the ground.

Africa

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am on vacation in Africa. My family and me are in a restaurant and there are snakes everywhere. Big blue ones. One man gets bitten in the chest and gets thrown back by the hit. He dies instantly.
My dog is there too and I am afraid he will get bitten. The owner comes and takes one of the snakes. He also brings a box full of baby snakes, from whom one bites me. nothing happens tho. After that I jog home.

July 20, 2014

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On a random note, you know how sometimes you drift off to sleep and see random images... Zukin and I had spent the weekend camping, and just before falling asleep Saturday night, I had a vision of an ostrich doing a backflip. Except it was like a piece of paper with an ostrich drawn on it pinned to a board and spun around.




I Lost Them

Zukin was in my cohort, and in my teaching group. I was in the class with the students and teaching partners, and I had to go to the bathroom. When I got back to the classroom, everyone was gone, and I spent the rest of the dream searching the school, trying to find them.




They Took the FOOD

I got back to my apartment, and noticed that my sliding door was open. I went inside, and searched around, paranoid that something had been stolen. It seemed that everything was in order, and then I got hungry and went to the fridge to find something to eat. I opened the door.... It was completely empty. They stole all the food. And cleaned the fridge; it was all wiped down and spotless. But empty. I was so mad. I waited for M.M, a classmate of mine, to get home. She was apparently my roommate. So was a random Asian guy from Zukin's coop. I showed M.M. the fridge and we were all //jaw-drop THE FOOOODDDDD.

We checked the cabinet as well, and most of it was there, but all of the "ready-made" meals were gone. M.M. turns to me and says, "They took all the easy things to make." With a deductive nod of her head. We shook our heads in disgust.




Boardwalk

I was with Zukin on a boardwalk of some sort. I had to go find my cohort-mates and ask about something, since we were on an assignment. When I got back to Zukin and the boardwalk, I walked under it, and Zukin said that my head was supporting it really well, and made the boardwalk stiff (she said it in an if you know what I mean sort of way, of course) Then we started lifting up all the boards and found three layers of graded papers underneath the wood. We collected the papers and walked to the car, which was parked a few meters away from the entrance of the boardwalk. We left the parking lot and then, as I was stopped at a light, Zukin got out of the car and started frolicking through the traffic.