non-lucid

Recorded at 8:50am

I'm at Blaxland house and I'm awoken by friends. We're in the lounge room talking.

I'm now in a car park with Dad and others. We're parked far away from where the main entrance. A girl comes up to us and encourages us to follow. We follow and she acts a bit strange. Seems to be falling over often. Game of thrones?

I'm at Rodney's house but it's not his. We're all in the lounge room watching TV. I see Rodney on the couch and the ladies at the dining table. I see DVDs on top of the TV.

I walk around for a minuet and see a mix of peanuts. Rodney had honey macadamias next to him.

Rodney asks what I got up to this morning. I tell him that I got up, felt pretty groggy, noticed the fellas were over, didn't talk much due to being so groggy.

Side notes

Dreams have been hard to remember. Which may be due do stopping my auto suggestion before bed or because I haven't been feeling the best as of late due to distilled water detoxing.

((I'd advise not looking this up if you don't want sort of Season 3/4 Spoilers! I thought I would post this as an example of the kinds of panic-ridden dreams I have on a semi-regular basis; I had never had a nightmare that felt as vivid as this, though I never became lucid.))

21st June 2014:

Tonight's dream was particularly unpleasant. I am writing this a lot later than when it actually happened, but I still remember the basics. In this dream I was Reek, from Game of Thrones, not Theon, but Reek. Luckily, though, I still had my manhood. For some reason, Ramsay Snow had taken me to a museum, a huge, grand place, with beige marble steps leading to its glorious entrance; inside were high domed ceilings, and esteemed works of art; everything was the same marbled beige, with a hint of orange; it was a very regal colour, I thought. I was led along by Ramsay by a chain on my neck, and once the brief tour was concluded, which I actually saw little of in the dream, I was thanked for my obedience, and Ramsay said that there would be a reward for me when I got back, to which I replied "Thank you, master." meekly. As we went outside back onto the cliff, which somehow floated in the air like something out of Avatar (yet it had none of the lush vegetation, only short green grass and steep, grey, rocky sides that formed a point beneath the landmass, like a floating pinnacle), I realised that a rescue attempt had been staged by Brienne of Tarth, Asha Greyjoy and what appeared to be an identical twin of Theon. I don't recall what happened to Brienne or Asha, but I know that the clone of Theon was knocked off the cliff (by an arrow to the chest, I think), which he fell from wordlessly, and I did not see him again. I knew I could not allow myself to show my dismay to Ramsay, or he might think me disloyal, so we continued back to where we were intending to go; I don't know how we got off the floating cliff, though.

In the next scene, I was sitting hunched up beneath in a tight corridor surrounded by mesh fences; the floors were made of a rough, splintery looking wood, and behind the mesh fences there didn't seem to be anything, so I can only assume that they were spacious holding cells, or maybe they were just there to make the corridor uncomfortably narrow. Set into this corridor was a huge iron door, locked and bolted, but I think I could hear screams coming from inside. Ramsay spoke to me threateningly about my "reward", his sadistic half-smile on his face. I insisted pathetically that I was loyal and that he promised he wouldn't hurt me, but I knew then that I had been wrong. I knew that something terrible was happening to the man behind that door, and that I was next. I knew that he was going to chop my manhood off. I had no choice but to run. I sprinted through the cramped corridors as fast as I could, and felt the exasperation as I had to squeeze through narrow openings, through tight walls of spikes and rollers lined with the same sharp implements; every time I had to cross such an obstacle, Ramsay caught up with me a little more, but I kept going, and going, and going. I came to a large marble staircase, sensing that I had reached the less shabby part of the castle, nearing freedom. I bumped into a wiry, frumpish serving woman in sweeping skirts, with her white and grey hair tied into a neat bun. I began to cry weakly for help as I neared the exit, until finally I emerged out into the daylight, or at least I think it was day; I don't quite remember. I stopped the first man I saw, a smart looking gentleman with a fine moustache and a posh Southern (British) accent that suggested lordliness. I rambled that Lord Ramsay was evil, that he was going to chop off my manhood, that he had to alert the authorities, that he must do something, but the man seemed positively nonplussed by my desperate pleas for help, and simply said: "I can't help you there. Lord Ramsay can do as he likes." I should mention that outside, the exterior of the castle where I had been kept looked very much like the rocky, barren land that had covered the floating museum-cliff.

Seeing no other option, I ran until somehow, I ended up on the main high street of my city. I began to feel hopeful; I was losing Lord Ramsay, but perhaps one of his lackeys would catch me; no doubt he'd have them combing the area for me. I had never felt so desperate in a dream before, and I felt my real life disability setting in (I walk with a limp), yet I continued running, panting raggedly. Then, my legs gave out, and I fell to my knees, still I kept moving, crawling along the ground in a desperate struggle for freedom; if I could reach the statue of St. George and the Dragon a short distance away (even though it was in the wrong place in the city during this dream) I knew I might be further away. As I had been running down the street, I had glimpsed Lord Ramsay, and heard him shouting "Reek! Reek!" which only enhanced my desperation. It was then that my legs had given out. I must have been running for what felt like 20 minutes.

I managed to reach the monument, only to be stopped by Jaime (an old school friend of mine, surname omitted. ); he had apparently become an agent of Lord Ramsay's, and he said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Sorry Reek, but I'm going to have to take you back." I felt angry and betrayed, and swung at him, having managed to stand up, but all the strength had gone out of my arms. I knew that it was useless to resist, and that Lord Ramsay would take me back to the Dreadfort. It was only then that I woke up, agitated, but also relieved.

I'm sitting in a classroom at a group of tables pushed together as if I were in kindergarten or elementary school again. The classroom is full but I am not focusing on the other students, or the teacher for that matter. I am focusing on the person sitting at my table directly across from me. Stiles is looking at me in slight confusion. I'm angry at him. I ask him why he's taking so long. I don't understand why he isn't choosing me, why he doesn't want me. I hold a couple of those plastic Easter eggs that you can put candy or prizes in and I throw them at his face, trying to get something out of him. They pop open when they hit him and I can see that they all have something written on them with a sharpie, but I can't read them. Stiles looks at them for a few seconds and then they drop to the floor. I get up and walk around the table to him. I take the seat next to his and I sit down, much more calm than I had been a minute ago. I look at him and he smiles and takes my hand in his and squeezes it. I feel happy. I suddenly become aware of everyone else in the classroom. Everyone is all of a sudden busily cleaning the classroom. Stiles and I jump up to help. The floor is covered with dollops of whipped cream and I step over all of it to make it to the door. I peek outside and a stern looking woman is hurriedly making her way towards our classroom. I look back inside and everyone is still busy. I turn back around and step outside, closing the door a bit to keep her from seeing. When she's in front of me, I smile brightly and say hello. I tell her that we are just cleaning up a bit and we'll be done shortly. She huffs as if annoyed and stomps off. I sigh in relief and go back inside the classroom. Stiles comes up next to me and the teacher does as well. She tells us to follow her. She leads us outside to the basket ball courts where a long row of booths are set up. Each booth has two or three people and they are all filling out some kind of ballot. She tells us to clean all of it up though I'm not really sure how to do it exactly. Still, we agree and she leaves us. Stiles and I stand there watching, trying to decide where to start first.

Witchhunters
Lucid #4

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am at my school where a little boy approaches me and asks for a home and a meal. In addition to that he wants me to read him a story. I google horror storys and my phone and choose a story with a witch.
I am in a big truck with to ghosthunters. I find out were on our way to the witch. We arrive and go inside. Everything is old, spooky and made out of wood. I have to duck my head. We go downstairs to the basement and meet the witch. She seems very nice and offers us to stay the night. I tell her if the hunters want to stay then I will too. She shows us our beds which are only 2 wooden planks. She lies down and starts telling us weird sex storys. She undresses and stands up. She asks me to join her and I do . The hunters turn into women too and well, no further explanation needed. I hear a narrator telling us about lucid dreaming and do a nose-RC. I get lucid. My nose is really big and deformed. I take a look around in the basement and wake up..

1. I was inside of a pretty big house when it all started. I was just chilling when a guy in the house freaked out and said "theyre coming". Immediately I got up to see what was going on. I walked to the room where this guys voice came from, but before I got there I noticed blood oozing out of cracks in the wall. I continued into the room where the guy was screaming. I entered to seem him lying on the floor telling me, "dont worry about me or the food, just leave!". As I walked closer towards him i noticed some cabinets on the wall. I looked at these cabinets and noticed that each cabinet had an age on it, and they all belonged to the baker that was now on the ground yelling for us to leave. The first cabinet closest to the door had the age, I think, 30. As I passed that one, it continued going up, 31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,40,41, and then it finally ended at 42. Also, all these cabinets had drawings on the, very wierd drawings, but I cant remember them. One had a drawing off an egg with legs. But anyways, I finally reached the Baker and looked at him on the floor. I turned to the cabinets and grabbed a cinnamon pastry. The Baker said it wasnt worth it and kept telling me to leave. I kept wondering why He was just lying on the floor, waiting to be killed by whatever was coming. Then I noticed He had an injured leg. The Baker was lying next a door entrance, and the door was gone. I looked inside but it was literally PURE black, I couldnt see anything. I turned around to leave and once I did I heard the Baker scream, I turned around to him getting pulled into the black darkness, which afterwards, several zombie/infected people emerged. I took a bite of the cinnamon pastry I grabbed earlier and walked out. I closed the door behind me. Everyone was freaking out and stuff, so I became a little freaked out and followed this group of people. Zombies started flowing in from everywhere and we ran into a room to hide. The zombies made it in the room. The lady I was with told me and the other dude next to me, "Come on, we need to get to the children's basement quick!" We followed her to the back room of the house which had a big cabinet that looked as though it could store 5 people in it. We got inside of it and locked the cabinet door and waited. Only seconds later a storm of more people and zombies came in. We opened our cabinet door for a second to get some more people in, and instead a soldier ran in with his gun. We closed the cabinet and locked it again. The rest of the people ran to our cabinet but could not get in because it was locked. The cabinet had a big window, but it was tinted to pure black, so no one could see us inside. While we watched the whole seen, the soldier that was with us started losing it and began shooting at me. Somehow I turned invisible and starting dodging his shots. He began shooting anywhere inside of the cabinet just to hit me. I slowed down time and dodged all of his bullets. After he was done shooting I took his gun from him and beat him to death. After waiting th rest of it out, and seeing everyone else getting killed by the zombies, we opened the cabinet door and walked out. Immediately I saw a screen, and it covered my entire field of vision. This Vision had Megan fox in it, standing next to the staircase of the house. I wrote on the walls of the staircase(I have no idea how) and I wrote "You can come now", but I quickly erased it after I realized what I was saying. I simply pressed the "back" button and it went away. I looked at megan fox to see what she was doing and it was like she was glitched because she was continuously dry humping a small table. I made her stop. After that, the vision stopped and I walked back into the living room, and everything returned back to normal. Everyone was socializing, and were starting to watch a movie they had just put on. I noticed my friends sister Emily among them. Out of no where my friend Dylan came up to me and said "lets go outside". And we did. Once we got outside of the house I immediately noticed it was storming and there was alot of lightning. We continued anyway. For some reason Dylan wanted to get on top of the roof of one of our neighbors houses. They had a wierd driveway. Their driveway curved like a swirl, and it led into their garage. But instead of a garage being there, it was their living room and it was separated from the driveway by a glass screen sliding door. Their car was in the driveway too. Me and Dylan didnt notice this until after we tried climbing onto their roof. In the middle of climbing up dylan said, "oh sh*t, dude they can see us". We climbed down and started running away. We ran back to what seemed to be dylan's house. We knocked and dylan's dad answered the door. We had a short conversation with him but I forgot about what it was about. He let us in, and somehow we became sitting down in an automatic couch that seats visitors as soon as they come in from the door. The couch led us from the door to the living room. And we started watching the movie as well. I got lost in that, and sometime after, my parents walked in a said we were going to main event/the zoo. Cant remember which one. I looked around and everyone else was gone. It was just me and my family. It was also pretty late to be going to the zoo, it was 8:00 pm in the dream. I thought nothing of it really and decided that I probably wasnt going to go with my family. My dad told me we were leaving in like 8 minutes. I just sat on the couch. I talked to my sister for a bit, but I dont remember what it was about. At this point, the dream ended.

2. I was pool side at my friend Lindsey's house. I was just chilling when all of a sudden, Lindsey and all of her friends came over and sat down next to me. I got up to get something and Lindsey told me to stay, I noticed they were all checking me out, and I was shirtless. I sat back down and we talked. Soon though the pool session ended and people began to leave. All these weird dudes I didnt even know came up to me and started trying to start something. I got up, seeing what was about to happen. All the dudes were jealous. But in the end they decided to leave me alone and left. I left as well. It was dark outside and there were rain clouds above me. As I left the perimeter of the house, all those guys came back. This time however they just wanted to chill. We talked, and I talked specifically to this black dude that had dreads, and was really short. Thats all I remember.

3. Earlier in the night I was falling asleep. I eventually entered the Dream World. When I got into my dream, 5 seconds in I realized I was dreaming and looked around. However, because I wasnt used to a simple transition into the Dream World, like what had just happened, it stunned me and the dream ended.

4. This was yesterday, but I forgot to record it so here it is-
I woke up around 2:00 AM, I realized it would be a good time to WBTB. I layed back down and let myself drift into sleep. As I was almost asleep and drifting into the dream world, I CLEARLY heard somebody whisper in my ear quite loud, "Its me". This freaked me out pretty bad, because I havent had Hypnagogic stuff in a while. But the voice sounded like a demon, so it kinda disturbed me. Any who I fell back asleep soon after, forgetting my attempt to WBTB.

July 17, 2014

Overall rating 4/5

I had 3 dreams finally

To start, i was out in a snowy landscape with my friend jacob. It was a darker overcast day. It resembled his back yard but not quite. It was a fenced in area, with a big shack on the right side of the property full of old tools and wood, it had no doors or windows and snow had blown inside blanketing the floor. Beyond the fence line was a tall coniferous tree line about 50 or 60 yards out. And closer to the fence, and to the left of the property appeared to be a mill with a water wheel. The snow on the ground was pretty thick. We were using air soft guns for fun and to kill time. Jacob was using a mp5 and i had the gas powered mp7. We were walking next to the fence when these 2 other guys were walking on the other side of it and jake offered to let them try out his gun. I walked over to the shack to use a chronograph in the mp7. It took a little while to get it working but it eventually worked. I believe it read 348, 373, 348. After that i think the dream ended here

This dream is a bit harder to remember the details. I was in a big hotel, but in a small room with light wooden floors and random paint colors like red, green, and orange. It was day. I was with a few people, cant remember who, when two guys with suits came in, one with m9 a handgun and the other with a Glock. We waited for something to happen and i eventually decided to take action. I grabbed the guy with m9 and twisted the gun out of his hand, took a few steps back, aimed, and shot him down with multiple shots and he dropped to the floor motionless. I was then trying to get the other guy, i must have hit his leg because he was shooting me from the ground. I would duck around cover and shoot, and he would shoot back. I eventually ran out of ammo, and dropped my gun. When there was a pause i charged the guy with the gun and made it ti him without getting shot, wrestled around a bit and turned it towards his head while it was still in his hands and shot.

Last dream started kind of hazy too. Me jake, and his girlfriend were hanging out on some docks in shallow water. We were talking and i decided to catch a fish. I caught a little orange one by hand in the sand. After i put it back, the scenery changed to night, and the water where i caught the fish dried up. I started to dig to find the water that maybe was lower but i end up uncovering a room under the sand where there are a few people talking. One make a comment to me and i tell him back off or ill hit him with my GI shovel. He takes a knife and walks towards me and i grab his wrist and start hitting him with the shovel. Then It got hazy again and i woke.

Last night started good going to bed at midnight, after 10 minutes I began getting sleepy, nearly actually fell asleep when... the fucking mosquitos came! Really, 1 hour later and I'm in some weird awake/sleeping limbo state and I keep waking up fully each 40 minutes or so. When it was 04:30 and I still hadn't archieved full sleep I knew my LD chances for tonight were gone so I stopped the WBTB alarm of 06:00. Eventually around 06:40 I fell asleep and I woke up at 09:00 from my normal alarm. Fortunatly in that short sleep I had two dreams. Seriously, brain what are you doing!?

1. Combat zone

I'm somewhere outside in a massive park with stone roads for pedestrians that are 10 meters wide and go of into the distance as far as the horizon. It's morning and I'm at the entrance gate of this park, there are soldiers stationed on both sides checking everyone walking in and out, I guess this is some border between two countries maybe? Anyway suddenly a fight occurs and soldiers begin fighting each other, I run for several minutes untill I reach another gate where things are more calm. I think this took place near Russia atleast that's how it felt.

2. A new Disney film

I'm in my livingroom ready to leave and my family is also preparing, my sister is grabbing her Phone and my mother is probably doing her hair upstairs. I'm standing in the backyard, looking up to the evening sky which is packed with thousands of bright stars. I'm in complete awe of all the colourfull dots, red, blue, green, yellow any colour you can think of with a beautiful sunset behind it all. I walk inside looking for my sister cause I want her to see all of this but she quickly turns me away and tells me to leave her alone. I don't care anymore and go back to witness the panorama on my own then. As I look up it suddenly gets darker and clouds gather blocking the view, and I get called because we're ready to leave. I don't remember any driving or transportation to the cinema. Instead I suddenly saw the trailer of this new Disney film we were going to, it was about 2 foxes, male and female. The animation looked quiet good. It was the usual plot Disney uses, first they don't like each other, then they're forced on an adventure together, then they fall in love. At the end of the trailer I saw them kissing in a small boat with romantic music and thought "Wait, ain't this a spoiler? Well fuck, worst trailer ever.", right after that I was suddenly walking with my family in the cinema lobby which was completely empty. Although I was slightly annoyed cause the plot was spoiled for me I did look forward to seeing the whole film.

Hopefully next night I'll be more Lucky, it's warm again so I guess a thinner blanket would help sleeping.

Language Camp

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in a language Camp. There are lots of hot girls and I never want to leave. I am not registered for the Camp and they wont let me into the arena where all the activities take place. I try to get in by jumping through bushes. I get out in a forest, its dark and cars with bright headlight come by but dont see me.
I am in an old house. I can choose between a wasp, an ant and a rabbit as a mount. I take the rabbit and ride naked by the arena. Theres a basketball game going on. I find out I am wanted and flee. As for my last meal I take a chocolate bar.
I am in an old room where the walls are located in all kinds of angles. The wallpaper is old and yellowed. Everywhere are old toys, a spinner, a rocking horse, etc. . We find a secret lock and pick it. We can escape..

Dream - Lucid

I was at the house I grew up in, in my parents' room. I was there with my bridesmaids, though none of them were actually the ones I had IWL. I remember one girl, Kristin, who was in my friend Rachel's wedding IWL, and I believe my high school friend Grace was in there too. The rest I don't remember, or I didn't actually know them IWL.

Anyway, they were still wearing their bridesmaids dresses, which also differed from the IWL dresses. They were long and white, with a touch of baby blue in the middle. They looked kind of old-fashioned. They had been wearing them since the wedding, which, in the dream, was a few days prior. I was still wearing my dress too. We were finally changing out of our wedding clothes.

Then, we were at the beach, swimming in the ocean. There were other people swimming as well, one in particular I remember being an older man. He was talking to us, though I can't remember what it was he was talking about. Something about swimming in the ocean.

I wanted to swim to shore, because I was afraid of sharks. We all started to swim to shore, which wasn't very far off. The water was extremely clear. I saw many animals swimming around that looked like sharks, but they didn't pay us any mind. Closer to shore, I saw one very close to me, but discovered that it was a dolphin, not a shark, so there was no reason for me to be afraid.

We made it to shore finally, and I was wanting to get everyone's attention to tell them something about my cat. They were all ahead of me. We were on the sand, walking away from the ocean. Someone mentioned that there were crabs buried in the sand that would pinch you if you dug down. I then saw crab claws sticking out of the sand in places I was sticking my hands into the sand. I would stick my hand in more places, and feel the hard shells on the crabs, and pull my hand out before I got pinched. I was sticking my hands in the sand so I could try to more easily get up to where everyone else was. It was a small incline that, in reality, would really only take me stepping up, but I was trying to climb.

I finally somehow got up to where they all were, and started trying to get everyone's attention. It was failing at first, but an older man, the same from the ocean I think, helped me. Everyone quieted down. Finally, I could speak. I feel as if I was standing on something so everyone could see me and my voice would project. I began.
"I know all of you think that my cat is mean, but it's only because you pick on her and try to pet her. She doesn't like you. She only likes me. She isn't mean, she's just unfriendly."

~

Something about David, one of my old supervisors from my previous job. I remember being by the cash registers.

Then, I was at my current job, though instead of the bakery, I was working in the deli. I was walking out on the floor, when a man, a middle-aged Asian man, picked up a bag of pepperoni that was on display on a table in the department. He asked me if it was included in the sale. I looked at the sign before I asked someone, and the sign said you could mix and match brands, and included a list of brands. The brand of pepperoni, which started with an A, was included, and I told him. He put it in his shopping cart and told me thank you.

There was then an employee, a girl, behind the counter, I actually think it was my friend Cherie', talking about some creme cake she had. The cake had white and light blue icing, and wasn't very big. It was a small rectangular shaped cake. It was supposed to be some fancy cake through some company she was using her mom's account for. She was really excited about it, so much so, in fact, that I was worried about her not doing her job. The cake was supposedly absolutely delicious.

I then saw the remainders of the cake in a bread pan; there was about 1/4 of it left. The frosting was melted, but it still tasted good. It was just too sweet to eat any more of.

I remember something else about this weird premium account that Cherie's mom had. I remember trying to do something with it, but was locked out of the premium things.

Then, I was texting my mom, and she was asking me if a 12 o'clock noon flight would be good for my husband and I to fly out on to go to the beach. Without thinking, I said "Yeah!!!". I wanted to go to the beach, and my mom was offering us a vacation!

Then, I thought about it a little. He would not be ready by noon, because of his job. Besides, I couldn't get time off with such little notice. I was trying to figure out how to make it work; maybe we could drive instead of fly so we could leave whenever. Still wouldn't work, not with the short notice to our jobs.

I talked to my husband about it a little bit. I think we were texting about it, either that, or he had gotten off work and were talking about it.

Then, our family friend and the one who officiated our marriage, Jamie, texted us to tell us she was leaving for the beach. We were then walking into an apartment, not sure if it was ours or was supposed to be where my parents lived, and the lights were off. I also remember it was evening, and the sun was setting. My mom was sitting on the couch wearing a white button-up tank top, some subtle white and blue pinstripe capris, sandals, and I believe a light white scarf. She was also getting ready to go to the beach. She was going to drive there alone. I was talking to her.

Then, my alarm went off.

~

Another night of barely any sleep for whatever reason. I was tired enough, but just couldn't get to sleep. So frustrating, because I've been so tired. Oh well, maybe tonight will be different. Fingers crossed.

.../It's night, we're in a farm with my wife and other people. I see somebody's driving sort of a harvester inside the cow pen. I see some cows running scared from the lights of the truck. In the middle I see a calf sleeping. The driver doesn't care and runs over it. We're pissed off and start insulting the guy asking him to stop. He turns in stead and start chasing us. We get dispersed and I realize there's no other light but the lights of the truck. I hide behind a pickup truck. He uses the lights of the harvester to look for us. I just want to get him down, but by now, I have to hide while he turns closer where I am. I hope my wife is in a safe place. I think the lights under the pickup will show my shadow projected on the wall behind me/...

First part of the dream I was in a completely different house and I was trying to protect someone (don't remember who or why) by keeping them safe inside my house, next thing I know we're in the car on the way to the airport to go to Malaysia, and in the dream I was like "If this was a dream, I would teleport straight to the air port instead of going the entire way by car" but soon after I was in a different 'scene' I guess you could call it.

I was at the base of some kind of mountain and I could fly (I had wings, sometimes they were on my back and sometimes my arms became wings and I had to flap my arms either way for it to get speed), but it took away energy like walking would. Mid-way through flying I was suddenly naked and I came to some kind of checkpoint (which were spread out on the mountain) and at the stop was a cold spa so I could cool off, but there was a platform that would push out and in like a coin pusher:



And we weren't allowed to touch the bottom of the spa or it would suck us up somehow. Got out the spa, still naked so I had to fly up the mountain like that until somewhere in the dream I randomly had clothes again. We soon stopped at some kind of picnic park for lunch, first I started flying around, spinning and having fun with my wings. We then had rolls which had sushi in them and egg and I thought it was gross so I didn't eat. Then I was sitting in some sort of tent and some guy started being perverse so my friend came over and stuck a bomb-mask on his face, but I reasoned with her outside the tent and said we shouldn't kill him, but before we could stop it, it blew up.

Later I was in some sort of village and my username (TheLucidDragon) was my real name. And Oliver Wood (from Harry Potter) kept bugging me with questions so I snapped at him and he turned into a child and had a tantrum. I came to some sort of yard where Fred and George Weasley (Harry Potter) were doing some sort of sword fight with their dad (Arthur Weasley) and I joined in and started having a sword fight and I was super awesome at it. And I'm pretty sure the dream ended after that.

Recorded at 4:30am

I'm walking towards a petrol station and I see someone get out of their car which is parked near the pump. He looks familiar to me, and I think he recognizes me also. I have a python snake (lollie) in my hand which I need to pay for. I start eating it as I'm about to hand over the money, which was only $1. As I pay for it, I don't make any convocation due to stuffing my face with the python.

I'm now at a office complex and it seems to be a bit of a party scene. Everyone is having a laugh and all in all, good time. I see Kayley and she looks as if she is wearing a burqa outfit without the coverings over the face. I tell her what she looks like but then quickly change up what I was meant to say, so she doesn't get offended. Either way she wasn't too happy. She can be self conscious and I probably shouldn't have mentioned anything.

I see some of Kayley's male friends. I'm now looking at a score board which shows the amount of hook ups and how many times you've been denied (I think). I notice I'm on top and have a ration of 10 and 10, a %50 success rate, I can deal with that. There's 2 teams and I'm 1 point ahead of the leader on the opposing team but the numbers seem to change now and then. I get a little freaked out when my tally minuses by 1 and for some reason I think of Kayley has committed suicide.

I leave the building but only when someone opens the door themselves, instead of myself opening. I see 2 people leave and I make my move and try and quickly get out before the door closes.

Side Notes

Struggled to remember my dreams tonight, felt pretty groggy.
Tried a little bit of SSILD which had no effect.

I was walking around the apartments at night when a security guard pulled up to me. We started looking around for anyone that might be car-hopping and eventually found a fat nerdy looking guy. When I told him to put his hands up, he started getting crazy, which made the guard call for backup. We walked closer to the guy and he pushed the guard so I pepper sprayed him and took him down. Backup arrived, which was an older security guard, and as I'm cuffing the guy, he turns into a zombie. Me and the older guard start freaking out but we eventually cuff the guy. The younger guard got bitten. As we are walking with the cuffed man, we call someone and tell her what happened. We hear that the background is chaotic and stuff starts happening. The girl on the phone starts crying and whispers "Only a loving heart can cure them." I brought up a phone or tablet and touched it and wherever my finger touched, it turned a different color, which I knew represented love. I ran to my house and then into Rebecca's house, where Lucy was. Rebecca was on the bed sick so I went back to my house and the girl from The Ring was there. She went after me and I shot her but it didn't do any damage. I shot her a few more times but nothing, which caused me to remember what the girl on the phone said about love, so everything I try loving turns normal and pure. I tried it on everything but the girl wouldn't change. It turns out I'm playing a video game and I wonder If I'm dreaming. I look around and see Kristy and go back to the game. and say "If this is a dream, that girl won't be there when I turn around. When I turned around, she was still there.

July 16, 2014

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Night Gas Run

I was in my van, at a fairly sprawling gas station. The kind you'd find right off the highway, with at least 20 pumps and plenty of space between them. My car was parked in a large lot right next to the pumps, alongside the small store. I was with the people from my cohort again, and we were all driving out to some school. It was dark out; I think very early morning. My cousin was also there, as well as my brothers. I was sitting in the car with them, talking about something or other, and I had to move spots for some reason. As soon as I moved, things went all chaotic and it was difficult to find a new spot because people suddenly decided to all try moving at once.



Pizza

I was in a class, and the teacher had gotten us all pizza. There was tons of it, and lots of bottles of pop. I know for sure that Zukin and Stussy were there, and a few people from my cohort. When class was over, I was helping people collect the bottles from the pop, because I wanted to return them for the deposit. Stussy was helping me and talking about how much pizza he'd eaten, and I vaguely wondered why he was there, since I have never had a class with him before. But I didn't think it was odd enough to realize I was dreaming : /



Fragment: Phone Thief

I only know that just before waking up at 4 AM with a jolt, I had my phone in my left hand, and someone bumped into me, jolting my phone out of my hand. I think the person was trying to take my phone. I don't remember hat I was doing just before that.



Fragment: Elementary

I was at the school I intern at, helping the kids get off the buses in the morning and talking to them, though I don't remember what I talked to them about.

Type: Procedural
Perspective: Character, adolescent boy

NLD: I'm a young boy with no parents who has been raised by relatives, perhaps an aunt and uncle. They've been very stingy, working me hard and giving me the minimum that I need to survive. Now I'm about twelve and they've decided that I'm old enough to strike out on my own, so I am preparing for the journey. It is winter, so I know that I'll need to pack carefully: I'll need a bundle light enough to carry but with the necessities to survive. I've already prepared most of it, and now I'm consolidating. I have a little backpack with my journal and a suede pocket with a zipper that holds my writing implements [RL: I have one like this], and a few more things I deem essential. I had a Hello Kitty riding glove in the backpack, a single one for the right hand, sized for a child's hand, and I realize it isn't essential—it isn't even mine—but sentimental; it belonged to a girl who was my best friend. The thumb is split at the seam and she lost the left-hand glove so she let me have it as a memento. But as I pack things from my room I come across a similar glove for the left hand, slightly different in color but with a matching Hello Kitty pattern. I wonder at first if it's the lost partner of the first glove, but the different hue suggests that the match is coincidental. Still, I decide that I can put them together and give them back to the girl. I won't have a memento of her anymore, but at least then there will be one less thing in my pack, and maybe she'll be able to use them again. They still look usable, even worn as they are.

I have a big heavy box, a long rectangle, with heavy glass partitions. I know I'll never be able to carry this, but the first part of my journey will be by wagon, so I'll load it on board and try to use up or trade away the contents before I have to go on foot. I forget what the original contents of the box are, but there are some empty spots and I also have a few bottles of beer, a light brew in clear glass bottles, so I'll consolidate by putting them in the empty spots. So now I have the heavy long box, my little backpack, and a bundle containing my clothes and bedding. Once I get rid of the heavy box, I'll be able to carry the rest. But I still need to worry about food.

There was another whole side plot earlier with my uncle, and me lying on my back in the water of a pool or pond, and him having compassion and perhaps even offering to let me have breakfast in the big house before I go, but I can't remember this well.

From the building where I was packing, which is on a hill next to another building (the big house where aunt and uncle live further off to the right) I go down the hill to the stable where I've been working. I've been working as a farmhand ever since I got big enough, but still being a young boy and small for my size, I've been able to squeeze into a tiny spot between the other hands on the seat of our crowded wagon. I figure the fact that I don't take up much room will come in handy when taking the wagon out.

I go through the stable saying goodbye to the animals. I also come across another girl I know (not the one I was thinking of earlier), a dark-haired, slightly older teenager leading a dark bay horse. I tell her I am leaving and we say goodbye. I wish I had something to give her, but figure she knows that I have very little and won't hold it against me that I didn't give her a parting gift.

In the back of the stable I say goodbye to a big gray rabbit who is in an empty open stall, then a few minutes later come across a little white rabbit at the bottom of a bucket with a few inches of water in it, so the rabbit is half-submerged. I worry that it can't get out [RL: this comes from the fact that I've found deck lizards in a bucket in my garden in this predicament a few times], so I reach in and lift it out. I want to take it over to the big rabbit where it might find a friend, but as I'm carrying it, it bites me. Being a wild rabbit who is undoubtedly frightened at being handled this is understandable, and I don't mind, though I worry that it might be carrying rabies or some other disease. The wound is on my thumb [RL: I have an old scar from a real rabbit bite there] but doesn't look deep. I set it down quickly and watch as it hops straight over to a bowl of cream that the cats have left uneaten in a bowl and consumes it all ravenously. I am somewhat reassured that it doesn't look rabid; its actions now seem very deliberate. I reflect how well-fed the cats are, that they would not even bother to finish this bowl of cream, compared to the little rabbit who doesn't even naturally like cream, but is probably devouring it because of such great hunger and thirst. I go back to the big rabbit and wonder if I can get him any food or some stalks to chew; he doesn't seem interested in the hay in this stall, but there were some larger, sweeter stalks, like corn or sugarcane, over where I found the little rabbit, so I bring some over.

Next I plan to feed the chickens. I have a shallow rectangular tray that I take back up to the building on the hill to prepare some foods, like cut up tomatoes, a hard-boiled egg for some reason, other vegetables and fruits. As I exit again carrying the tray, I'm standing for a moment just outside the building distracted by my thoughts when I feel someone press something into my left hand. It's not money, it's segments of something that has the texture of nuts. [Not any substance recognizable from RL.] I look up and find a tall young man with a dark beard [odd how often this archetype appears, I've never known someone with these features in RL]. He says his name is Keith, and this is for the food—he abruptly grabs a handful from the tray. I have the impression that he is starving but too honorable to just steal from me, so he has offered this token payment, but won't risk rejection by asking for the food. I feel sorry for him—and realize that I might soon be in the same boat, as he looks like a traveler—and offer, "Would you like any more? Take the hard-boiled egg." I figure that will offer him better nutrition than the handful of grapefruit or somesuch that he has grabbed in his haste. He thanks me and takes the egg and a few other things, and leaves.

As I continue down the hill back toward the stable, I reflect with satisfaction on the fact that I was not frightened or startled by his abrupt appearance, but kept my cool and even managed to be generous. I also remember two other occasions earlier when guys stopped by hoping for food in a similar manner. (I think this was a false memory, that is, I don't think these events actually occurred at any point earlier in the dream, they are just something I was "remembering" at this point.) I realize that all these hungry travelers probably means food is scarce on the road, and I'm going to have to deal with this very situation soon. It occurs to me that hard-boiled eggs might actually be a good thing for me to pack; they won't last long, but in this cold weather they might last two or three days, and they'll be great nutrition. However, that had been the only egg on my tray. How could I get some more? Would aunt and uncle let me have them? They're just eggs, but they've been so stingy in the past. Still, they did offer me breakfast. I hope they meant it; I should eat a big breakfast before I leave. I ate little yesterday and nothing so far today. What if leaving on a full belly meant the difference between life and death, adding another day before the possibility of starvation? But maybe they'd be more likely to let me have the eggs if I brought them myself to the house and only asked if I could boil them. I can probably get some from the hens in the stable: it's morning, some of them might have lain already. Could I even boil them myself, and avoid asking aunt and uncle altogether? But I'm not sure how I would start the fire, or find the pot to boil water in.

I set down the tray, and the chickens start eating. While they are occupied, I check their nests. Sure enough, I find an egg... and another... and another. Three eggs in this nest? This worries me actually—why hadn't the eggs been collected for the past few days? They should still be good to eat, but—had aunt and uncle been intending to let them hatch? If so, they might be angry with me for taking them; once they cooled down (they are still warm from the heat of their mother) they would no longer be viable. I'd better wait and ask, maybe the girl I ran into earlier will know. Also, are these even hen eggs? They are a bit larger and bluer than I would have expected. Could they be duck eggs? Without the fowls in their nest it's hard to know. But duck eggs might be better to bring, oilier and more nutritious, even if they taste a little odd. I go a little farther and find another bank of nests that I think are those of the chickens; so I conclude that I was right about the ducks; the chicken eggs are also about three to a nest.

I table the egg question, but there's something else I need, something that is in the building next to the one I live on on top of the hill. I call up and say I am from a radio station, HKWAN—the stable does double as this radio station so I am not lying about that, but fibbing a bit by suggesting I am an employee of it calling on official business—and ask for the password to get into the building. I wince a bit as I ask, knowing that the girl will never give it away to someone calling up on the phone, and sure enough, she says she can't. But then I realize, of course I still know the password to my own building, and maybe I can get what I need from there? I no longer remember what it was I thought I needed though, and around this point the dream ends.