non-lucid

I'm standing outside my IRL local library with two women. One of them needs to get something from inside the building, without getting caught. There's only one person inside to avoid being seen by, that and hiding her face from the cameras, so it seems fairly simple, but she's still worried, and she's standing around working out various plans. This seems to be something she intends to do on her own, she's not asking either of us for help, and the other woman with us is just waiting impatiently off to the side, but it seems to me this would go a lot easier and faster if I just went ahead and took care of it myself. After all, unlike her, I don't show up on video, and it'll be much easier for me to avoid that person inside - they're mostly walking around the main area near the door, so I'll just go around to the side of the building instead and walk through the wall.

The section of wall I phased through comes out in the fantasy section, off in the corner of the library and out of sight. I'm looking around at the fantasy books, and thinking about how I used to eat this stuff up, and about how much more difficult it is for me to get lost in a book now. I'm aware that the quality of the books hasn't changed, it's my own mindset - but I somehow feel sure that if I look at one of these books, now I'll find one I can get absorbed in. I pick one up and flip through. The paragraph I'm looking at now involves characters named Maedhros and Fingon - I recognize the names from Tolkien, and I note this as odd, since this isn't a Tolkien book. These aren't meant to be the same characters either; the author seems to have just stolen the names for his own characters.

The dream scene changes to a scene from that book. One character is explaining three weapons to another, and he's making a big deal out of a knife that secretly contains some kind of poison. He says there are two options with this - a whole dose inside will kill instantly, but "a thousand light touches... well, depends on how you define death." The scene changes; he's meeting a small group of people in a forest, one of them a queen, and they're coming to some agreement. He secretly places small doses from that poison in each of their drinks, which will give him some power over them - to his mind, this is simply making sure that they don't back out of the deal they've made. After they drink, they instantly realize what's happened and regret making this deal, but it's too late now.

Lost Island

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Im in a plane with a nice girl and Kato, the guy from the hunger games.
We're having drinks and the interior is one from a private plane. It starts crashing and I can hear loud noises. I find myself in the water with the girl and the guy. The water is really warm and I start swimming. The others follow. We crawl onto the beach and start walking arround. It's an tropical island with palmtrees and colorful birds. We climb on soe trees to get a good view and find out we're not alone. There's a village like the one from lost. We hear noises and turn arround and everything goes blank. I wake up in a prison cell. I break the door in and run out. It's night and it's really dark. I hear birds and my own steps. I run to the beach where a water-plane swims. I hear people chasing after me and wake up...

5/17/14

Last night bed before 10, but couldnt fall asleep - 4:50am

I'm Italy, Liguria. One Italian tells me this, while I'm looking at postcards to buy. The cards are nothing special. Some rocky shore, some dry chaparall mountains. I'm asking something from a guy at a train station. He starts laughing and replies to me in Italian, something like he is Tony... and Italian and why do I think he knows what I'm asking or speaks the language. To my surprise I speak Italian a bit too, or maybe more like just some international words and we communicate a bit, laughing.

I'm at this train station at the end of the dream. It's the end of a trip for me and I'm meeting up with others to leave. There are 2 small, maybe 7-9 year old kids trailing me. We are some friends, or have some deeper connection. They don't want me to leave.

Even before that, I'm telling someone that while we were in Mexico? (Italy), there was a big earthquake, not like a 6 something, but 5 something.

Before that was something, about mountains or hills. It was a long dream, I woke up from it, said "great, a dream" and went back to bed. Have to by me that pen with light I saw on amazon for the gift money I still got there, so I can write them as they happen.

Non-lucid, lucid, False awakening

.../We are in my grandparent's old house. It's night, the kids sleep in a big room and I hear some noises coming from the courtyard. I go out and find a raccoon is taking a walk around the place. I'm happy to finally see one of those little bandits. He seems to be not so happy and turns to bite me. I put my leg to keep him away but he growls and bites my shoe. It's a funny situation, although I don't like him to be so aggressive. Then I realize perhaps I won't be able to be friends with one of them under this situation. During the struggle, I take him into the kitchen. I see some leftover food on the table. I want to take it with one hand, but he jumps and bites that hand. He's not pressing too much, I feel his teeth like I was playing with my dog. Then I use my other hand to take the can and get to put it close to him. He turns and starts eating. What a fight! I wake up on the bed and feel one of my teeth is falling, I move it with my tongue then it falls I remember it recently happened and it's always a dream, I stand up and spit the pieces I have in my mouth. I get on the carpet next to the bed and see a lot of tiny pieces I spat on it. I want to make some fun while I clean my mouth. I take the little white stones and throw them to a doorway in front of me. There's a whole on the opposite wall where some of the stones fall rolling. I try to throw them inside that hole which looks like the door of a mouse home. I can see there's a street on the other side. Sometimes when a stone falls on the floor, it turns into a mouse which runs for cover, some of them get into the hole, some of them turn in another direction. The scene is funny, so I keep doing it with the next pieces I still have in my mouth. They turn into mice, rats and little black ones which look like little skunks. It's getting a little bit tedious to clean my mouth because of always there are more and more pieces inside of it. I take a look where I was throwing all the stones, and there's a group of around 50 little mammals rhythmically moving with the movements of my hand. Getting closer when I put my hand behind me and going away when I throw the next pieces which now turn into little skunks. I feel my body is fading away. Now I'm lying on the bed in the same initial position, push my tooth once again. It moves and falls. This time I don't want to waste my time. I stand up and spit what I have inside my mouth. It starts again to appear more and more pieces. Then I remember something I read in DV, something like "Everything needs your attention in order to exist". It's the perfect situation to put that into practice. I stop thinking about the pieces inside my mouth and go through the doorway to the other room. I see another hole the size of my hand in the wall. I remember I can use it to go through. I use my hands to make it bigger until I can go through. The wall seems to be made of rubber. There's a bus station on the other side. When I turn to see the room where I was, I see some guys are playing video games sitting on a sofa in front of a big TV screen. I hear 80's arcade games music playing in the background. I want to see if I can close the hole the same way. I take the borders and try to put them together but they don't fit together. It's a little bit difficult to put the borders together. One of the guys stands up and helps me. Once again I feel my body fading away/...

* I see the clock, it has been just one hour after somebody called to my phone and I didn't answer because of I was falling asleep. I think the first short REM stage is over, so I take some notes and go back to sleep.

I had a dream I was in a big house at night and someone tryed to kill me by throwing a knife at me. I guess its cause to them I broke in their house. However, I blew away the knife because I knew it was a dream. Than I woke up.In my next dream I think I was in a school. I made someone drop their papers by mistake and they got mad at me. I think the person wanted to kill me so I ran. I suddenly appeared in this place with a huge rocket ship. A animal crossing character was there and said abcdef. I left weirded out by the place and saw a guy. He had butterfly's flying in a pile in front of him. As if it was a butterfly campfire. He told me this is the place where those who God forgive and are given a second chance come to. Than he said we have to eat the butterfly's to survive. Something about a earthquake too and than I woke up. In my third dream I was in a shoping mall. There were people buying clothes, looking around but than suddenly a boy who worked there started arguing with his friend. Than they both took out a sword and started fighting near me. I was like guys...stop...guys...while trying not to get hit by the sword. But I got cut by the sword and my arm started bleeding. I flew away from the scene and found a man who asked me for help. He wanted a good shirt. I chose one for him but he said he didn't like it. I kept looking till my sister told me she was leaving and went in a cramped elevator in the wall. I tryed to fit in but couldn't so I left. After that I did a few other things and ended up in a car with my bro. We got out and a few boys started to laugh at me. I was mad but kept on walking. In the street I saw a man walking his
dog on the street. Than I kept walking and saw a older man on the street. I got scared of him for no reason...and ran into a house. There I found parakeets on top of the dresser. It fell down but I was OK. I was talking to some girls about my parakeets I found and how one looked sick cause I found him outside. Than I woke up.

Kuroshitsuji-based. I'm looking at a sort of frozen image of two people - as a disembodied observer, I can move around and look at this scene from different angles, but time isn't moving. Two figures in heavy fur-lined coats that cover them completely. I can't see their faces, but I'm aware the tall one in black is Sebastian, and the small one in white that he's carrying is Ciel and also myself. I'm focusing on the hood of Ciel/my coat - the opening for the face is completely in shadow, and something about the deepness and the blackness of that opening and the fact that the face can't be seen makes me feel sure he's a demon.

I'm about to enter a temple, together with three or four friends and family. We're standing around an outdoor sink where you wash your hands before entering the temple, and I'm looking around and thinking about the beauty of the entrance. Over to the left there's a separate building that's also part of the temple compound, but not sacred, and when I realize the others haven't been there before, I insist we go see it first. There's a line to purchase entrance - which is very expensive - and they don't understand what this other place is, so I explain it to them while we're waiting in line. This building, the McKittrick, was built by an eccentric rich man who filled it with all manner of strange collections over his life. After he died, it was bought by a woman who- (My memory's vague about what I said that woman did, but it was something to do with folklore. Elves were specifically mentioned, prompting a scene change.)

Third person, outside that building, it's night now. Three strange-looking figures that I think of as elves are standing around, agitated about something, waiting to execute some plan.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A friend of mine introduces me to a woman he's in love with - who turns out to be a living weapon sent to kill me. But she herself hadn't realized that; she was a sleeper agent, some kind of machine, programmed to become a weapon again the moment she saw me. It's painful to watch her personality disappear. I'm angry at the people who created her, and also blaming myself for involving both her and my friend. I try to take care of the situation without my friend finding out what's happening.

This ultimately ends in a chase scene where I'm running from that friend. I go semi-lucid while flying to avoid him. There's a small stand of trees at the edge of the property, and as I reach them, I decide to change scenes; I stop among the trees and focus on the feel of the branches around me, trying to change the scene to a dense forest. When I stop focusing on the feel and look around again, I'm not in a forest, but the grass is much taller and the buildings around have vanished, and the friend I was running from flies over my head without seeing me.

Morning of May 16, 2014. Friday.



Regarding a related anniversary-like link, I found that one of this morning’s dreams, as is sometimes the case (sometimes with postcognitive potential), links up to past aspects around the same time period by year. The “anniversary” associations (not the exact day, but fairly close) relate to an article I just coincidentally found (without any search or intent) that was published on May 13, 2013; “Skylab’s Remains: NASA Space Station Debris in Australia (Photos)” and the fact that Skylab was launched on May 14, 1973 according to Wikipedia and the NASA website (though some sources, including the plaque in Australia say the 24th of May). Today’s date, presently, from my location, is May 16, 2014 though it is apparently still May 15 in, for example, California.

In my dream, some old friends and I are somehow on board the Skylab. I am not sure what our mission is, if any mission is even implied. There are also different rooms for seemingly different types of people; for example, each in their own niche or clique, so to speak. There is a group of obese women who seem to actually live, half-dressed, in a circular sauna area near the “bottom” area of Skylab. This area is amusingly known as “Coffeelab”. (My wife Zsuzsanna and I do not drink coffee as neither of us can stand the taste or smell. Caffeine also has the opposite effect on me than supposedly with other people and makes me feel extraordinarily tired.)

Over time, some maintenance needs to be done, I believe of which relates to the cylindrical oxygen tank. Somehow, there is a very large coffee machine which is sort of torus-shaped (like a giant lifesaver) but more like a trapezoidal template than circular where the narrower “top” is oriented inward. This coffee machine is sixteen feet above the women. (This particular distance has recurred in dreams since childhood for whatever reason).

Something goes wrong with the coffee machine and the connecting bars loosen and break, causing it to fall on the obese women (there being about six of them). They are mostly only in towels and giggling and gossiping mindlessly until the coffee machine falls on them, falling down through the cylindrical construct. A little later, the debris cannot be seen, but the women are all lying about having been killed, the largest on her back with her arms and legs out, like in some sort of horizontal jumping jack position or X-shape.

From here, my friends and I are told by the Skylab mission control that we need to drink all the coffee that is still available before it “goes to waste”. This seems like a strange task. The coffee is disgusting and has large granular blobs in it (as it then seems like instant coffee which is even worse than that from a coffee machine), almost like drinking mud. I spend several minutes (during at least three time periods) stirring the large glass I have with a small metal rod of some kind and watch the interesting and seemingly powerful swirls (like a variation of the Yin Force, or Yin and Yang integrating), which seem magnified. My hands seem magnified as well, which is a fairly common perspective in my dreams when focusing on my body. From there, I just continue to watch the attractive Yin-and-Yang-like patterns and whirlpool-like effects without drinking any more sludge.

There have been similar dreams where bliss began to dominate my dream when it involved Yin-and-Yang-like patterns or whirlpool effects, including the whale song dream of February 22, 2013. I also count the “Tornado!” dream of September 13, 1970 (wife’s birthday) as one because of the implied joining of the Yin and Yang forces before I knew of her real existence (at least as one interpretation).

.../I spent the whole dream lecturing some relatives about my nephew's adolescence and how should they deal with it. There is a pile of empty cassette boxes/...

* Fortunately the alarm clock stopped that wasted dream preaching.

* Nap after work:

.../I wonder about how a vampire should put its feet together inside the coffin when I see a Bram Stoker's style vamp getting inside a coffin, everything is colored from pale blue to black. I see the motion of her dress like it is a film played backwards. Then she is invited to wear a hundred straitjackets together to see when she loses her mind. She accepts in a gently manner. I see she's lifted from behind. Her feet and hands are stretched backwards while she starts balancing/...

* Somebody starts a hedge trimmer outside.

.../I'm playing with a table tennis ball, bouncing and kicking it like a pro/...

drempt i was at the movie theater with matt jajehe, michael capitlo. cant remember what we were saeeing. we were eventually asked to leave. i left and went into the lobby and couldnt understnad why there was so much heat above my head making people think i was 6 foot 8

could have gone lucid when

i was with matt jajeh and mike capitilo. i live in irvine, i havnt seen them for years why sould i be with them

was asked to leave a movie theater. why would i bea sked to leave a movie theater. i am not a routey person.

5/16/14

Last night, bed around 10pm - 4:50am

DR:

It's morning, and I'm just about to start cleaning somebody's place. They are getting ready to leave. The place is a pig sty. There are some cucumbers in the drawer with clothes, and they are so old, rotting and leaking. When I close the drawer, there is a puddle on the floor from them. It's disgusting. At first I say screw it, I ain't cleaning that stinky mess. But at the end of the day when they come back, and when I come back (read below), I'm looking for paper towels and plastic bags to clean it.

There is also 2 kids I'm suppose to babysit.

I don't know how, but I go out of the apartment for a moment and end up going to the recruit testing for CIA. Not an official testing, morel like in secret, so we don't even know it's a test. But I end up changing my pants for tights! for some test, and now I'm walking with a CIA guy through the hallway, barefoot and barely dressed. I'm saying dude, I have no shoes and stuff. And he says it's ok, we are almost there, and next is medical screening.

We get to a room with other people in it. I realize I'm babysitting kids and I'm trying to call someone on my red cellphone to go and check on them, while I'm gone. Lots of flyers are in a row on a long table. We suppose to grab them and place them on a board within a time limit. I miss the first round entirely because I don't get what to do. Then on one flyer, I see some handwritten shopping list on the back. Chicken deli, meat and chicken deli, and 4-5 other items. I figure, that noticing these kinds of details is the real test, so I start copying the list on a piece of paper for myself. Turns out, that WAS the real test, and only I passed it.

Then a fire starts in the overhead airconditioning unit, and one next to it starts to smolder, and another one as well. I ran to the fire extinguisher, grab it a ran to the fire, while yelling Fireeee! go tell everybody and take care of them! There is already a girl with extinguisher at the fire. But her's is the wrong kind, because mine shoots out huge marshmallows of fire retardant, and her's doesn't. Obviously mine is the right one.

I extinguish the fire, walk to the next one and take care of that one as well, and the last one as well. Looks like I passed this test too, coz it was a test.

DR:
I'm on a street of my hometown, down by the bookstore accross from highschool. Something is running, I hear it coming closer. I rans by and it's a geogeous small brown pony, with his mane and tail and by hooves beige. He runs by at full speed, and I check behind the corner, if he went the right way. No he didn't turn right, he continued towards the train station. But he stopped and he is comming back to me now, at full speed. I try to catch him and take him to safety. I know he is just playing, like a kid.

short dream

I was inside my house and I looked out the front window and saw a man with a rope around his neck, the rope tied to the tree in my front yard. He was ready to hang himself. I ran outside to him and yelled "Dont!" and he said something like, "but I don't want to live anymore" and I was going to try to talk him out of it but I realized that I had no idea what to say.. but apparently I figured something out because he didn't go through with it.

I wish I remembered more of this dream

I was standing on the shore of an ocean. it was foggy and I was looking out to sea. I don't remember this but I think I went out as far as I could and drowned (on purpose?). I was then in space, something guiding me (God?) and we zoomed throughout the universe. I saw stars and galaxies and it was amazing. Then I appeared in this room full of guitars. Some of them had broken strings. They represented people's lives. Then, I asked if there was a place to go rollerblading in heaven. I appeared outside on a smooth tarmac and there was this girl rollerblading like an ice skater. I joined her and it was fun

watched Agents of SHIELD before sleeping... FITZ!
valerian

1st recalled dream

fragments of May from the show, probably involving sexy times

back to sleep and

im in a library with my sister sitting across the table from her. my mom is using a tablet a the table beside us

wake

back to sleep for 10 minutes

i'm visiting my dad's friend, L's house. I sit down in a light peachy, off white couch across from his wife and their son who is asleep. upon seating myself he wakes up. he has auburn hair and freckles. his mother's age is visible, she has white hair in a loose ponytail. there is a window the the left of me.

i wake

To bed at 12:08 a.m.

Woke up at 7:30 a.m. non-lucid

Working at some sort of job, serving a handsome, Asian man beer as part of the job. He tries to get me to drink some, but I keep refusing. I think he's flirting with me. I tell him I've never drank alcohol before.

Another day on the job. I'm at the back near the exit dealing with a table of customers when someone at the front stabs someone. I sneak out the exit and later hear that everyone in the restaurant was killed (I think).

News reports about the killer (I think). No one is sure what to do with him/her yet.

I'm in Japan and meet a group of people studying abroad. I'm only there for a month because I'm married, but content with that. Later I am in a room with another guy studying abroad and tell him about how I'm married and only here for a month. I don't remember, but I think he might be the killer. I think I was a little afraid he was going to kill me, but somehow knew he wouldn't. Or perhaps we were talking about the killer. Perhaps I felt like he could protect me. I don't remember anymore.

While working in the restaurant, I remember there being a middle aged lady supervising me. I think she was Chinese. She kind of looked like one of my close friends’ moms, but not exactly. I think her hair was dyed a purplish color. There was another woman worker as well more around my age, a little older. She was Asian too. I think the middle aged lady reprimanded me for not drinking the beer with the customer.

.../I go downstairs of a house where we live. The ground floor is a huge cavern and I get lost looking for something. It's all dark and I want to turn on some light. The ceiling is high above my head. I find a corner with a light switch. I turn it on and I see a light has turned on somewhere but it's difficult to see because of my hair falls on my face. I remember somebody told me about a big spider inhabiting this place. I want to get back upstairs to our room. I try to free my view but it's a mass of hairs in front of my eyes. I hardly find the stairs and go up, hoping not to find that big spider. I don't know how big could it be, when I feel some spider web falling on my face. I think it could be just my hair. Finally I get to our room. The door is a closet which doors are made of glass. I have to open them with a little key to get in. A soft moon light get through the windows, I see some shadows in the corridor. My wife gently sleeps on the bed. I cannot close the lock when I see a spider which body is the size of a basket ball, running along the hallway. It gives me the creeps, I want to close the damn door but its lock seems to be broken/...

* The dream is abruptly interrupted by one of my kids
* I consider that as a nightmare because of the uncomfortable feelings.

.../It's night. I'm walking on the streets close to the informal market, playing with my shadow on the lines of the slabs. I'm hearing the song Black Sabbath playing on the background while someone tells something about the band/...

* Alarm went off. I know there was more but unfortunately I wasn't able to remember more...

I was in a book store trying to find June Jay this author that my girlfriend apparently knew. June Jay is a made of author that I am not familar with in real life. I tried to get transferred to her but the book store clerk said that due to contract purposes that was not allowed.