non-lucid

Surfing

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am going on a surfing trip with my mom. We take a boat to the island we are planning to go to. We enter it in a little bay and start driving. On the right I see a lot of big, expensive houses. From time to time the water colour changes from almost white to a nice blue where it gets a little deeper. A whale jumps out of the water and makes a huge jump. We arrive to a little island with a beach. I take my board and surf to the man whos supposed to show us everything. I dont wanna touch the ground because I am scared of animals trying to hurt me.There are 3 other people, two women and another guy. All look very surfer like.
It gets later and theres a party going on. A guy is handing out pills. I take five. I start freaking out and try talking to a friend but I cant. When I am sober again I tell my friend how weird that was and he tells me it was just sugar in the pills.

The Aquarium

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in an Aquarium with my american friends, friends of the family and my friends family. It doesnt look like a normal aquarium, its more like a big industry hall with pits of water. i see some fish who look like tuna. My friends mom falls into one of the tanks and seasnakes come at her. When I am home again my friend sits behind the washing machine and jumps out to scare me. I act like I am scared to make him feel good about his joke. I go into my room.

Moose Rider

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in Canada flying on a moose. My friend is next to me on a moose of his own, although his one runs in the air and my one rotates his antlers to fly. I dodge some wires but eventually fall off. I have a jetpack and can save myself. My friends next to me again and we fly onto a little shed. We climb down and find ourselfes infront of an old house.
We go in and find one of those things where you put oxes to power a machine. We find out it was used for slaves back in the day. We look arround and find a weird turtle thingy. I break it and it gets angry. I get scared and flee out of the window.

Morning of July 21, 2014. Monday.



In this dream, my wife Zsuzsanna and our children and I (as we appear now) seem to be living in a distorted version of my (deceased) brother Earl’s house on St. Cloud Street (though the furniture is in different places), though not with viable memory of my brother having ever lived there; a place I had not been in for over twenty years. (This house does not appear either on its own or as part of a composite as much as other houses I have been in in real life.)

I notice our baby daughter has a skin condition similar to our oldest son’s though “bubbly” and more raised. Oddly, this seems to be because she has eaten a lot of chocolate recently. (A part of this thread might be precognitive, though I would not know until years from now as in many other cases. For example, I saw exact imagery relating to our oldest son’s condition many years before it developed.)

Other people that do not all live there seem to be in the area but are outside near the mailbox (a precursory emergent conscious factor, though may also relate to mental communication with someone else). They are having a conversation near the front porch (the main door is open; only the screen door is closed) regarding the receiving of letters (possibly medical bills) about “cluster phobia”, and apparently one of them or someone they know had “cluster phobia”, which seems to be something about a cluster of different events at once. This sounds a bit like “claustrophobia” of course, but I have never had it, so it may just be typical dream state gibberish due to the lack of language skills while unconscious.

A diatryma (which is only as big here as a larger emu and similar in movement) comes into the living room where my family and I are and this does not surprise me at all. I seem to remember it is our pet (and I consider that we may have others like it). It is not threatening. However, I decide I will literally sacrifice myself to make sure my family has better health and a good life when I am gone (as well as to cure our youngest daughter from her supposed allergy). I find myself with a normal chicken egg and throw it to break it on the wall and the diatryma eats it from two different areas; where it hit the wall and cracked open, and the rest from the floor near what looks like part of a broken chair or table leg lying on the floor. There is a very vague awareness in the back of my mind that I had been certain it was a chicken egg and not one of the diatryma’s eggs.

I move forward and bow down to sacrifice myself with the focus of my intent precise and expectant. However, the bird mostly only pecks me hard on the head (as if in an attempt to make me more alert to its presence) and then acts like a dog or cat and rubs against me, walking about on each side of me. It then seems to leave the scene. I sense that it sees me as an important human companion and would never harm me, despite my willingness to sacrifice myself to it.

Later, my dream takes on a recurring familiar scenario (which I suspect has something to do with both my visits to haylofts when very young and how I never went all the way to the top of the Copeland Park rocket slide as a child due to my distinct perception of its assumed precarious nature). The others (both relatives and unknown people) are going to be going upstairs to the second storey. I decide to go up first but the way to get up is by ladder and then through a small doorway I cannot quite fit through. This annoys me because it means I will not be able to live upstairs as I am “supposed” to. I tell them it is not possible to be upstairs and walk around to the back of the house. Once I go into the house through the back (of which is a backyard similar to that of our present home), I realize that there is a normal staircase that goes up to the second floor and so I will be using that one. At that point my dream fades. (At this point, the layout is perceived as much like our present home, though there is no second floor in reality. The staircase would be oriented south to north on the east side of our kitchen.) This validates the linear logic of the waking transition. That is, the St. Cloud Street house transforms to where we live now as I am closer to waking (emergent consciousness factor).

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This is an unusual type of sustained return flight waking symbolism (otherwise my most common type, at least once per sleeping period since early childhood), which changes into another form with the same meaning (staircase as waking precursor, representing the return to consciousness). The prehistoric bird cannot fly. My dream self, in having at least some of my conscious self identity, somehow understands the nature of RAS and actually wants to activate it by “sacrificing” my fictional dream self to the understanding that my physical body cannot fly on its own in reality. This is also why I throw the egg to destroy it to prevent other potential flight symbolism (even though chickens cannot really fly very well). This denotes a type of non-lucid dream control (not active lucidity where I am consciously aware I am dreaming). This is an unusual case where my dream is sustaining my sleep with its clearer symbolism rather than creating typical conflict with the preconscious.

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A second sun suddenly appeared in the sky one day. Outside a village were some abandoned ruins. Nobody ever entered the ruins, but they stood as a reminder for the great nation that used to exist there. It was all dark, as if evil magic was practiced there too.
I got word that something bad was coming. I was to warn what was called the locals of what was to come. The locals were the descendants of the previous civilization. They were Hawaiian and there was no anger between the locals and the townspeople.
After some time there came these servants from the sun. They were all black and came in many forms. They seemed to be good-hearted, and the people trusted them as faithful servants, but I knew something wasn't right. There seemed to be a constant flow of them appearing. I stayed away from them for a while, because I wanted nothing to do with them. The military saw the second sun as a bad omen and shot a rocket at the second sun. When the rocket hit it caused many explosions and spewed a black ink all over the place. The ground soaked it up really well and left some discoloration all over. I was in a car when it happened, and I remember the entire thing being covered in this black substance. It went away pretty quick, but it was thick. You could not see anything out of it.
When I finally saw these things, my first instinct was to kill them all, and at first I did. After killing quite a few, I found that the longer they were on the earth, the more sentient they got, and I had great remorse for killing one that could speak.
I think this dream was influenced by the Doctor Who episode Army of Ghosts. In that episode the cybermen were phasing in from a parallel Earth.

July 19, 2014

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I woke up super early and remembered a dream or two, but didn't feel like writing them down, and had forgotten them by the time I woke up for reals. All I remembered is that Dizzy (my stuffed dog) had become GIANT.

July 18, 2014

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I was in a house with a few other people, but I don't remember who they were. The house was falling apart because of a huge tornado that had come through and almost killed us. The stairs, which had been completely ripped out during the storm, leaving splintered boards in the wall, were replaced with a ladder (I blame this on a book I had one of my students read to me. It was about going up and down stairs and ladders haha). The hall that the stairs had led to, which ran along the wall, was made of extremely weak boards placed across the opening where the floor had been. It looked a little bit like the side of the bathhouse in Spirited Away. I needed to get to a door at the end of those boards, and so I climbed the ladder just fine, but when I took a step out onto the weak boards, they broke and I fell through the the ground below. I stopped to think, and while I was contemplating strategies, I saw the man who had set up the ladder go up and walk across the board while holding the hand-rail. I had an idea, and tried again; I got up the ladder and stood at the start of the boards. I held the hand-rail and put most of my wheight on it while stepping on the boards. I made sure to keep my hands on the rail all the time, supporting just enough of my weight so that the boards could hold the rest. I finally made it to the door, opened it, and was in a kitchen-like room with a white linoleum floor. To my right was a hallway with about four doors on each side. I turned to my left and suddenly there was this creepy-ass woman standing right there, staring at me. She had on an apron, handkerchief around her hair, and held a ladle in her left hand.

"U-uhm. Hello..." I stammered.
"Who are you?" She demanded.
"I'm ---'s friend...!" (I said the name of someone who was downstairs, who had told me to come up here, though I forget who it was. I remember that it was a guy, though)
The woman was suddenly all peachy. "Ohh, a friend of his? Why didn't you say so?" She led me to a door on the other side of the room, which led to a loft-type thing looking over the living room, where my friend stood. He waved up to me and said, "Mom, are you bothering her?"
The woman waved the ladle and denied it. "I'm going to show her my ---s" (she called them something, but I can't remember hat they were called)
My friend laughed and said to me, "Oh, you're in for a treat! She only shows them to people she likes!"
I was still a little creeped out by the woman, but followed her back into the linoleum room, and she led me to what looks like a fridge that was right next to the door I'd come in through before. When I got closer, I realized it was a series of cages of some sort, and out of it the woman took a handful of these little creatures; about half the size of a hedgehog, and covered in what looked like little rocks and sticks. They were like a pokemon! I played with one of them for a while, and wanted to keep it, but gave it back to the woman when she put them all back into the cages. Apparently, these were prize-winning what-ever-they-weres. She took them to shows and they won Best In Show every time. I felt honored to have gotten to play with them. The woman told me that on Pine Day (a holiday for my street apparently) I could carry one around with me all day as a treat.

Last night went okay, I was able to fall asleep quiet fast despite the warm weather... that was until I woke up around 03:30. I was wide awake, so warm and I started almost panicking about how long this night would last. I was too scared to even move as it could wake me up even more, I was content with the fact I was in that limbo mode of sleep/awake where time seemed to pass faster than normal.

Anyway, two dreams.

1. A small problem

It's the first day of the school year and I'm waiting in the hallway infront of a class with some other students to get the administration done. Someone walks out and I'm called inside, the class is larger than normal and there's one table with on one side 2 chairs on which two of my teachers sit, on the other side no chair. I walk up to the table and crouch on my knees instead, the floor is very soft almost like a sponge and it's quiet comfortable. One of the teacher says we should start with the paperwork, they start checking some files and after a minute he notices something. He tells me there's a problem with one page, it has a small hole in it that somehow corresponds to a file in the court of justice. It has something to do with a drug case and they ask me if I have anything to do with it, I respond saying I don't know of anything and they say it wouldn't be much of a problem. After some minutes they're done and lead me outside the class, they tell me it's all done and smile.

2. I'm quiet good at this!

I'm playing some game called 'Dwarf fortress', it's really difficult cause it uses ASCII-art and uses icons instead of graphics. I embark somewhere on a cold tundra and dig down, there I make a base. After some time the ASCII-icons fade away in a 3D graphic overview of the fort and it looks really good. I'm impressed with my work but notice how deserted everything is, then I notice a message in the bottom right of the screen which says some epidemic is going around and most dwarfs are either death or have abandoned the place.

This day I went to the beach and after some hours I got bored and decided to maybe do something that could help me with lucid dream control in the future. As you might've heard already one of my goals in lucid dreaming is to relive the Normandy landings of D-Day. There weren't many people anyway so I thought I could give it a shot. I went about 50 meters into the sea which was pretty much the limit of how far you were allowed to go that day. Then I looked back at the beach and tried visualizing the scene, I imagined MGs scattered throughout the polder embankments and mortars shells exploding on the beach. Then I tried to get up to the beach as fast as possible, I swear I could almost hear the gunfire and stuff. I kept it quiet discreet though, I must say even with just some swimming shorts on I was exhausted 70 meters up the beach.

July 20, 2014 10:28AM

3mg melatonin before bed around 12AM

My rating: 3/5

Good dream but bad recall. 2 dreams.

First one was great! Tho vague. I woke up and went right back to sleep on it. I was in an old house exploring it. Instead of just walking from room to room i was going through a network of crawlspaces and mini tunnels all over the house. I needed my light most of the time because it was so dark. Most of these tunnels were lined with plywood sheets and sone had spider webs in it. There were in doors and out doors, vents, pipes, ect. I came out upon a few rooms in the house and some rooms i could only get to via the tunnels. The rooms of the house were pretty dim lit. It was day i believe but curtains covered every window. Wish i knew more about this dream but the sequence of events is vague now.

+I was at a big entertainment/zoo/shopping center. The kind you see in big touristy areas. it started out as a single building we were all in, people were everywhere, there were pools people dived in. But eventually it all became out doors. It was a sunny day, but later in the afternoon. I went to one spot where there was a water slide, and fish. I hung out there for a bit watching the fish. The water was light blue and opaque. I went down the slide thing once into the water but never felt getting wet. I went to a store later that sold mini hatchets for some reason then when i was walking out i put my hand in a big fish tank thing except this tine i could feel it and it was warm. Then i woke.

Dream - Lucid

I was at my old apartment, and a younger guy was living there. He looked to be about 20 or so, and had long, very curly dirty blonde hair. He was talking about how small the beds were at the apartment, and I agreed with him, telling him that I had to sleep on a pull-out couch, and Courtney C. had to scoot two beds together. I also told him that I got my own room to sleep in, while she had to sleep elsewhere in the apartment, even though she had her own room.

I then remember having to work. It was supposed to be at where I'm currently working, but I was having to greet people as they were entering this bungee jump ride. It was kind of like a video game at this point; it makes me think of Animal Crossing. Some of the people looked like they were made in that art style. Anyway, to greet them, I had to "click"on them, and they would say "Thank you!" in a little voice. It took me awhile to figure out how to greet them. Being greeted made them happy, and gave me points.

I then went back to my old apartment to sleep. I had to get up again in 4 hours to go back to work and work another 4 hours doing something else. When I walked in, the curly guy was in the living room fixing something. I thought that he was lucky that he didn't have to work a split shift. I went and took my Ambien to go to sleep, and laid down in the bed.

Then, I woke up for work again. I couldn't remember what my task that night was. I was thinking customer service, but that didn't seem right. I got there, and then remembered: I needed to go to the hospital. It was my due date for my baby. So I went there, which it just so happened to be where work was, and went into this room that had a hospital exam table, a hospital bed, a TV that had the news turned on, and 3 or so other pregnant women sitting in it. It was a kind of holding area for pregnant women who may go into labor. My mom was there with me. Apparently, I wasn't actually due for another two weeks and was having signs of early labor, so they wanted to monitor me. If I showed signs of labor, they would have to do an emergency C-section.

Then, it was just me and the pregnant women in the room. I was wondering if it would be alright for them to give me pain medicine even though I'd already had an ambien 4 hours prior. I laid down on the bed and watched the TV a little bit. I also remember seeing my reflection in something at some point, and thinking to myself that I didn't look pregnant, and I hadn't looked it when I had my daughter a few years ago either. I wondered what happened to her; my mom had adopted her, but I hadn't heard about her in awhile. I figured my mom had adopted her out to another family. I thought to myself that I should remember what happened to my daughter.

Then, I started to feel something dripping down my leg. I looked and saw a bit of blood. I then had the urge to lay down on my back and start pushing; I felt a twinge in my belly urging me to do so. So I started to lay on my back, and thought to myself
I was so glad that she shared her pain pills with me.
It sounded like I was narrating what was happening to me. I'm not sure who gave me pain pills or when, I just know it was one of the expectant mothers in the room.
I then felt the pain pills; I felt woozy and high, but no pain. The nurses rushed in and said they were going to put me under for the C-section. I said something back, but I don't remember what. They said it wouldn't matter because I wouldn't remember. They put the mask to my face to put me out, and I breathed it in a few times. I was then out like a light.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the room again, but things had calmed down. I got up out of the bed, even though I knew I probably wasn't supposed to. I was careful not to exert myself too much since I had just had a C-section. I held the area on my tummy where the stitches were. The room was empty now; I was alone in it. I wanted to know where my baby was, if it was a boy or girl, if it was even alive...

The doctor eventually came in to talk to me. They said that the baby was alive, it was a boy, but they had to amputate one of his legs.
"Was the cord wrapped around it?" I asked, thinking for sure that was what it had to be.
"No, it was because of a birth factor," said the doctor.
He then explained birth factors to me, and they run on a sliding scale back and forth, and whatever the factor is on when the birth happens determines if the baby has anything wrong with them or not. My birth factor had been high, while a low one would have also been bad. It was ideally supposed to be in the middle.

The fact that my child had a severed leg made me remember all the dreams I've had about having to get a leg or foot amputated, or about seeing people with prosthetic limbs (IWL this actually is a very common dream theme for me, though it hasn't been lately until last night). I then wondered if it was the Ambien that I had taken all throughout my pregnancy that caused this.

Anyway, I was so glad that my baby was alive, despite the leg. I knew I would love him just the same, and raise him like he did not have a defect. I walked into the nursery to see him. He was in a chamber at the very end of the room that had caution tape taped around the inside of it. Below the chamber was a bucket with two severed legs in it, although my child had only had one amputated. They almost looked like baby doll legs. There was a little blood. I wondered if that was just the holding chamber for severed legs.

I then was back in the holding area, and my husband came in. He was excited that I had had the baby! He asked if it was a boy or girl, and I said boy. His face lit up, and he got really excited. I had never seen him so excited about anything! I then told him about the leg. It seemed to slightly temper his excitement, but he was, like me, just glad the baby was ok. I imagined holding the baby, and putting him on my shoulders to play with him. I wondered if it would be different to do so because he had one leg.

I was then shopping with my mom at Kohl's for some baby supplies. I knew I needed bottles, so I went and found a package of three colored bottles that had Disney character head cut-outs at the nipple. I saw Mickey and Donald, but noticed that the third bottle was missing. I then picked up the package, and noticed that the Donald bottle had water in it. I told my mom that I had wanted to get those, but not if they had been used and were missing a bottle. I didn't see any more, either; it appeared to be the last one.

Wow, this dream was so vivid. Again, barely any sleep, but when I did sleep, holy crap. Definitely a memorable dream.

I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a car. There is someone sitting next to me. A male. I feel like it's definitely Stiles that's next to me. But there are no details. It's like we are just souls, like light without bodies.

So I volunteer at the zoo.

I don't remember much, but the other night I dreamed that:

I leave the indoor elephant area to find Captain Picard (who I know to be the zoo curator) and the elephants' zookeeper sitting on lawn chairs facing the outside area of the elephant exhibit. There's an empty lawn chair between them, but Picard tells me to feed the elephants instead of sitting. Obliging, I pick up a basket of eggs and throw them one by one at a basketball hoop that's high up on the outside of the gate. However, I miss all that I try to throw (and hit an elephant once), so I turn back to Picard and say something like, "Can we just not? 'Cause all I'm really doing is egging the elephants." Picard nods, stands, and says something that I don't remember, then we all leave together.

Recorded at 9:00am

I meet some guy on a bike. He's an older man and is extremely friendly.

I'm with Daz and a couple other guys when we decide to go surfing. I see a commercial or TV show, showing surfing in New Zealand. The waves look massive. They're barreling and look think as. Looks similar to teahupoo waves.

We reach the beach and make our way out into the water. It's extremely flat at the moment. I see a couple larger females in the water and they're gazing our way. My board seems to feel oversized.

I'm waiting for waves next to one of the blokes and we're getting along quite well. We seem to have similar personalities. He asks if he can push me off the board. I seem to be at a greater height then if I was normally on the surfboard.

Daryl and the other guy are chatting amongst each other. The other guy seems to feel awkward talking to Daryl.

After the surf we head back to the house and the sun glasses I borrowed seem to have gone missing. I'm feeling pretty bad as they were not mine In the first place. I think they were Daryl's ex girlfriends or his sisters.

We're outside and I see the man on the bike again. I walk over to him and have a quick chat.

There's a fence that we all have to squeeze under and I seem to think that I wouldn't be able to fit. The man on the bike burns or blows up the fence to widen it a little.

Before we knew about the widening of the hole, one of us got a massive run up and got slingshotted into the fence to try and widen it. But because of the fence already being widened, he slammed right into the fence and went splat.. Not knowing what had just happened earlier. It was as if it was straight out of a cartoon the way he hit the fence.

I'm now in a house with the guy I surfed with and he was telling me about how he would get a ball thrown at him, not knowing what was inside of if. He would get a bit freaked out by it. He tells me that I don't have that fear if I was in the same situation.

I notice the windows and think of them as great ways to capture pure water through the dew that sits on the window. I wonder how much I could capture off of the window.

I'm now watching the TV which is a poker show, staring Robbo from the newspapers.

I'm now in the game myself and i get dealt pocket 2's. I end up with 5 of a kind, which is impossible. I knew this was odd but didn't think too much into it. Once the hand is finished I soon realise that I must have misread my hand and only had 4 of a kind.

As we're starting to get the next hand ready, i see that there's some weird looking cards in the deck. They are oversized and have random stuff written on them.

I see a clear plastic bag, and I look to see what's in there. It's a pair of pink pair of goggles. I wonder if this is what I was looking for earlier.

First part of the dream, I was notified about school clubs, I don't ever remember them being read out but I ended up choosing child care at first.

I was in this floating oval field with dirt and there were kids everywhere. My brother was there and started having a grudge towards my choice for clubs, telling me "you just chose it because you think its easy, it's really not." Eventually I realized I didn't want to do this and quit and began thinking about other clubs.

I was then having an online chat with one of my friends from school (who we'l call Bryan), he was talking about getting his own sword for the sword club and was checking the law of Australia to see if it was okay to own a sword, apparently it was. Then it clicked, I wanted to join the sword club.

I then had a flashback of the clubs being read out, specifically sword fighting, it was a club you couldn't back out of and only the strongest and bravest could join. I was having second thoughts but I finally came to the decision to do it.

Next thing I know I'm in some kind of dojo, Bryan was there along with someone else from school who we'll call Jeremy. Jeremy could turn into the hulk and I thought it suited him.

I'm suddenly on the edge of the cliff, I see myself in third person on top of a golden orange dragon about the size of Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon. My friend Bryan was there and told me that mounting the dragon was a good first step for that day and we should probably head back. I looked at him with disappointment, but I wanted to fly. Then I started walking my dragon closer to the cliffs edge, down below was the ocean, waves hit the sharp rocks below, but I knew I could do this. Bryan started protesting, telling me I better not do what he thinks I'm doing. Without a thought, I ordered my dragon to fly off. At first I had no control, I was going really fast, I tried going down and just before we could hit the water, my dragon swooped up and I was in control of him.

Soon I flew into a city and spotted a puppy falling from a skyscraper. I had my dragon swoop down and catch it just before it hit the ground. I got to the ground safely and returned the dog to its owner. Bryan came flying next to me on his dragon with a scowl at first, but realized my actions and smiled, he patted my back and told us to get out of there.

I was back into first person, and I was some sort of shopping centre with two of my other friends, one of them popped a massive balloon and I don't remember anything exciting happening there.

Last night was so hot I actually decided to make my T-shirt wet and sleep on towels, however after 1 hour it did get quiet cold so I decided to go shirtless instead. Then it was too hot again, in the end I managed to fall asleep around 03:00.

1. This is art!

I'm in some art/cultural class and it's the end of the year, our last task is to make a self portret... out of the VOMIT FROM OTHER PEOPLE! Really she showed us a small bottle of brown vomit and told us it was excellent for painting. I exit the class without much trouble and start asking around for people to vomit into a bottle I'm holding. I end up driving past a game shop and stopping to pick up a public Phone, I ask in English if the person would like to meet up with me and 'donate' some of his vomit. It actually goes really smooth and I can't believe I spoke English so fast and clear, then I drove away.

2. Mac Donald?

I'm rapidly riding around on a motorcycle somewhere in an indoor chinese town almost, the Streets are extremely narrow. I drive past a Mac Donalds and see my mother on another motorcycle falling, not hard but I expected her to break her arm or something. Later I'm suddenly in her bedroom and she tells me her foot hurts a lot, I help her sitting on the bed and inspect the damage, her foot looks a bit red but I don't notice anything else.

Anyway, I really hope on lucidity soon as I think I have yet to experience a serious LD with a purpose.