non-lucid

A woman is showing me the human brain. It is organic and fleshy, but some sections are metal. She's a teacher, and I'm drawn in to every word. She points out one area that is clearly defined, toward the center of the mass, and calls it the 'carnelian,' which is an orange-reddish semiprecious stone. She then proceeds to stimulate my own nervous system by stabbing a needle into the junction of my upper back and neck muscles. I feel awash with giddiness and strange energy. She passes me a stick, and I flip it several times and set it down. We are in a restaurant, several other women are about.

I'm in a circle with about a dozen guys, several who are older than I, several who I have a rocky past with. A couple are wearing sunglasses, one has a giant visor blocking his face. We're all talking, the topic, I'm not sure. I write a prayer into a journal, then I realize that everyone has passed it around and read my deep thoughts that were meant for God. Maybe they were meant to be in on it. There's a hilarious and strangely ineffable segment that is of a video my friends made, with mirror-like properties.

Many people are on a balcony, myself included. A tetherball hangs directly above. To start, the chef at the restaurant I work at (who's funny, young, crazy) tries to do a trick off a ramp on a BMX. He fails. A couple people come out on the floor below. I throw the tetherball and hit one, as we are playing 'dodgeball.' Then, I leap onto the tetherball. My weight makes it start to swing in long, wide circles, very fast. I'm careful not to hit the walls of the room. I twirl around and around in the air.

Later, a girl asked if I spoke English (in English). Her and another started speaking in Spanish. A co-worker called me a pretty boy (probably not in a good way) and told me if I were to work out, I'd have nice abs. What a confusing ending, as I was abruptly awoken right after.

Another set of dreams coming off ganj-smoking, so this 'REM rebound' phenomena is startling and incredibly vivid.

I decide that I should start posting a phenomenon that used to happen to me once a month. To describe this before hand I used to have these "dreams" once a month that I feel that I am in a dream but I am not. I am sleeping at the time but in these specific dreams I feel like I am both awake and at the same time not. It took me a while to try and figure out what this grey area was. Even though I can dream control in these specific ones I can not. I can control any aspect of any normal dreams because I started to experiment (with the help of tulpas) to begin to feel the electric current in my own head and what parts where generating what aspect of my dreams so I could begin to gain total control. Through this method I would just have to tell one thing to change with one message and it would. With these dreams however I couldn't change anything because I wasn't generating the area. With how I have gathered dreams to work is that I like to thing of a little thought bubble with you in the center and the dream generates around you (like some video games). You will only see stuff in greater detail that is close to you but in these dreams it is farther than I can create and in far greater detail. Now for the dream part.

They normally start out in the same fashion. A pretty overly simplistic but overly detailed area (like a meadow or pond ect). The first thing that I notice is that I have all of my senses and that everything looks like I am awake but I still feel like I do in a dream. I will normally wander around since I can't change anything until I find someone. I will always find a different girl that I have never seen before crying, moping, or just sitting there looking hopeless. The first few times I had these I tried to say hi but I couldn't talk. I later found out that I could form a bond to them with my thoughts Where we could shat how we felt or memories that we had. After a while I was able to make a language out of this connection enough to talk to them. Throughout the dream we would share experiences and feelings to the point that we practically fell in love. At that point however I could sense a sudden fear or terror in them right before they vanished leaving me with a feeling that I will never see them again in my dreams or when awake. At first I pondered on that last part wondering why I felt like I would never see as person from my dreams irl. I began to hat these dreams because of how I knew how they would end. Some of the girls would just simply vanish but some of them would appear to be dragged away by something I couldn't see. I got to the point where if I really tried I could make some small things appear like a chess board.

My last one is a little blurry and I would also like to say now that I am not a religious person. I believe that if there is a god than that is all fine and dandy but that shouldn't really effect me until I am dead. I also believe that if there was such a holy and selfless being then he wouldn't want everyone spending their 1/7 days a week just to worship him. That said this is the details that I remember of it. It goes the same as the others but I had a plan this time. I would give myself the ability to sense whatever was taking them away and try to stop it. So I went through it like normal but this girl was different. She also knew how to talk through it like I could. She shared memories of some of the dreams she had and memories of her childhood and about her abusive dad. She also warned me about digging to far into what these where or else I would regret it. I felt he give into emotion to make this dream be over. As she started to be dragged away I game myself the ability to perceive whatever it was. That was a bad choice of words. The first thing that hit me was the unbearable smell that stung my eyes so bad that I couldn't see. I wanted to vomit but I couldn't. The only thing that I could smell was what I could describe as pure death. I finally got my eyes open enough to see it but it didn't have a true physical form. Its form kept on shifting and moving around. I decided to force a link on whatever this was and asked it why it was doing this to them. That was a bad idea. I didn't get hit with hatred or any form of entertainment it got from doing this. All it felt was depression past the point of wanting to kill yourself. How can you kill what isn't alive after all? It was a little surprised that I could see it yet alone talk to it. It responded telling me that even though that it doesn't want to do this it is being forced to do it. I asked it who is making it do this. He physically pointed down the hole that he was going to drag her into. He shared a memory of his real response was him actually pointing up and telling me who it was. I forced the pit to stay open after he left so I knew where they where being taken. The only thing I could hear where screams some loud, some far, hundreds, thousands, I couldn't perceive how many. I was left with one memory from her. Her suicide. He left me a way to find out why I was having these dreams. I decided to ask the person that was making him do this.

I decide to dig through whatever this was for the information I wanted and found what I thought I was looking for. People who kill themselves out of forgetting what love is must learn what it is again but people who have take their own life have no place up there so they must lean how to love again before they are sent to hell anyways? As you could imagine as a christian at the time I was not very happy with what I found out. After that I have had none of those dreams again. I have had similar dreams that I will post in another dj if there is interest. They where a little more taxing on me.

May 10, 2014: NOTE: My first night of sleep following the administration of African Dream Root: I am standing facing a heavy set black woman holding a black baby. She appears to be a nanny. The baby is awake, swaddled in a light colored blanket with no pattern, and contentedly drinking from a small baby bottle. The woman’s face has an attractive, even carmel complexion, but also sports an irregular ring of significantly darker pigment which encircles her face from across her forehead, above and then outside of her eyebrow, down the outer aspect of her cheek, down to her chin and back up the other side in a symmetrical manner. I’m not sure if it is a tribal marking or not, and it does not detract from her appearance at all. It somehow suits her and is in no way startling. In fact, she appears to draw a certain power from the marking or tattoo.

There is a gym bag on a table to the woman’s right (my left). It appears to be filled almost to overflowing with dried marijuana flower nuggets. She needs or wants to do something with the bag, but she is holding the baby with both her arms. I offer to hold the child momentarily for her, but she politely refuses, saying the child might cry or be frightened because I am a white male and stranger to the child.

In view of that, I offer to move the bag for her. Again, she politely, but even more sternly says no. Then I say to her “Then lets engage in a social experiment to see if the baby does indeed cry if I hold him.” Again, she says “no”, at which time I wake up.

I am standing in a big warehouse, 10 times as tall as I am, facing a wall nearly entirely composed of windows. Some starlight shines in on myself, and dozens of friends, as we wait in anticipation. "Get ready!" I hear someone yell. I crouch my stance slightly, and spread my arms for balance. Just then, like ninjas, a large group of about 50 people on hover-boards fly past the windows, throwing brightly colored swirly orbs out of their hands. They shimmer through the air, with a white smoke sort of energy exuding from them, and a faint light trail of every color. Others amongst them throw fireballs at us as they dart past the windows. On hover-boards, they are not very accurate, but their rate of fire on our small building makes up for that.

Before I am too caught up in the beauty of it, they start exploding around us, sending people flying through the air screaming. Taking it for granted that we are sorcerers, we return fire, literally sending fireballs from our palms back at our attackers, almost as you would a snowball. It sounds like a war zone with explosions, glass shattering, yelling, and the most amazing sound of flames flying through the air.

Some of my comrades are too focused on shooting down our attackers, that they lose track of the incoming energy grenades, and are blasted into dust and vapor. Seeing this, I make sure I put as much distance between myself and the grenades. Watching one of the attackers just stand on his board, over-confident in his position, I throw a ball of fire directly at him, exploding square in his chest. He is thrown backward, and falls down to the dark ocean far below the cliff our building is perched upon.

Abruptly they all fly off, out of view for a moment. No sooner did they leave, then the wall behind us explodes with a deafening bang, sending debris in all directions. Large chunks of stone scatter the room as my comrades and I re-organize ourselves. An armored personnel carrier drives through the hole in the wall, with more wizards pouring out of the back of it, all throwing fireballs in our direction, as they too duck for cover behind large chunks of the wall.

Since they are all still in one tight group, I throw three energy grenades to the same small spot, right at their feet. Peeking over the top of a massive gray stone, I watch as all three grenades explode in quick succession with dazzling white and blue lights.

a dream that had lots of twists and turns to say the least. the first thing i remember is sitting outside of a club. there was some black kid next to me talking a lot of smack and acting very cocky. at first i ignored him. then he started calling me buck because i was wearing a baseball cap with a fish on it. i stood up and punched him which apparently was a mistake cuz i was immediatly rushed by like 16 other black people. they were trying to shove me into this creepy van but i fought hard and managed to escape. one of them had a knife and i managed to take it from him. i started running down a long dark street until i made it to a dirt trail that ran alongside the ocean. there was a fence, that seperated the trail from street. then i noticed this girl with huge scissors was chasing me. i ran and ran until she finally threw the sciccors at me and the lodged into my back.

it was not a fatal blow. i took the scissors away and started chasing her. she ran on the other side of the fence before i could catch her so i said "fuck it" and continued walking along the trail.

at the end of the coastal path there was a large mansion. all the lights were off and i could sense no one was there. i went inside and felt inside and felt something pull on my hand. it was the girl. but now i recognized her as natalie! she was not the natalie i know how ever, she seemed to have amnesia and was really lost. i told her i would help her and let her stay with me, I told her it was my place. we walked into a kitchen area and saw all these construction workers tryign to fix the sink, i said hello to them and let nat upstairs.

it was extremely dark, she was squeezing me really tight and finally i found a light. not just any light it was one of those ones with a metal chain that you have to pull. i yanked the chain and the room lit up. turns out the room was my room and mostly consisted of a fan, a light bulb, and a huge bed that took up the entire room. we bounced around, rolled around, kissed a lil, and had fun on the bed. i woke up soon aftere

* Not much time to think about it...

...I see a 3D animation of a cross-section of the body of a bull, and what happens with it during bullfighting...
...some aluminum cans and bottles are set on a little mound, ready for shooting...

.../I'm in my grandparents house and realize the gas valve was not closed in the kitchen. I hold my breathing to getn in and close it. I hope nobody turns a light on. It looks like it was open the whole night. I open the windows to clean the air...

.../Multimillionaire people in the news that controlled what happened to be said on the other side of the hemisphere...

.../I'm with the musician who composes folk songs and we worked together for the carnivals on the year 2011. There's a kid who cannot play some piece of music. Now they are working on a new project. I bring my acoustic guitar that is broken. I want to participate too. I hear the melody and start to figuring out how does it goes on the guitar. I get to play the melody. It's interesting but the kid doesn't want to play it because of he thinks it will mark him for life. I know there's something wrong in his statement although I don't realize what is it, then I try to explain that it's a matter of the carnivals and of course he will remember that as a good experience. It would be worse to remember that he lost that opportunity! The song is a sort of tribute to a guy who exceptionally played the quena. I see and hear him playing that "r" sound in a quena. I remember a fake artist who refused to collaborate in a project and lost his opportunity because of his vanity, then I use his example to explain the kid that he shouldn't be afraid of participating in the project/...

* I woke up with the melody in my head and write it down...

...a beggar's bed on the stairs of the house...

.../I'm in my school bathrooms. The kids have made a nasty mess up around. I let the water flow to clean some of it/...

.../My glasses are broken and I give them to somebody who wants to explain something in front of a class. I see there's dirt on one of the lenses. I pick them back to clean it. We talk about something and she says: Does it still work?

* Alarm clock goes off

...Let's go walking, let them go...

Goal: At the very least, better dream recall

Last night's dream: I only remember one tiny snippet, which was a friend of mine saying "you should shave" while waving to her upper lip.

Personally, I don't think I need to shave

I don't recall too much from this dream, but I don't remember most of the lucid part.

The dreams starts with me coming into a grocery store of some sort. My friends and are just roaming around the store, and not much happens. I recall sitting down somewhere, and as I'm sitting I realize that I'm dreaming. I get up and start to walk around the store some more. I take in all the scenery, and I'm glad to see ADA is still making my dreams look and feel a lot more realistic. I now scratch the back of my head, and I can feel my hair rustle between my fingers. I start thinking about what I should do, and then I remember there is the TOTM to do. As I'm walking I desperately try to remember what the tasks are. I think for a good minute, and then I finally remember the ones I had my eye on. I need to do tequila shots, perform a song, and use the force. I figure using the force will be a good start, so I walk over to one of my friends and attempt to force choke him, but it doesn't work. I see my other coming up to me, and I thrust my hand out towards him, and I manage to force push him across the room. One down, two more to go. I decide the best idea would be to perform a song. To my convenience, there's a stereo set up nearby with a laptop hooked up to it, and there's a microphone near it. This will be easy, so I walk over. The stereos are blasting some song I don't remember, and there is a crowd of people listening. There's my audience I guess. I walk over to the laptop and put my own song into the search engine. I type in "Motorcycle Drive By" which is a song by Third Eye Blind. I find the the video and open it, and then I pause it. The people running the stereo don't seem to like my idea of just taking over everything at my own discrepancy, but like I give a damn. I'm the only real one here! I tell them to play the song when I get the microphone, and then I'll sing it. The continue to argue with me about the stereo, and I fight them back over it. And then my Dad awakes me.

I dreamt I was in one of the work vans but with 5 people in it. I was talking to an ottermode black dude with no shirt. I walked around and was at some sort of fair. We were making fun of some guy wearing a suit with sneakers. I think I knew the person. I was also wearing my suit. I was with a girl and we walked to a field and she was telling me to dance. I did and saw my shadow doing dances. She said she'd help me dance and I told her "No, I only dance good alone."
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I remember that I had a huge ringworm in one part of my body

I went into a tactical store and the cashier had the lights turned off so it was pretty dark. I looked around for a holster for my multitool or my flashlight. I eventually took out my flashlight and used it to light up some items. Another guy was using his flashlight too but it was taking pictures and he took a picture of me. Finally, the lights started to come on but I still couldn't find the items I was looking for

Well yeah - not much more about it - I have recorded my dream-recall and won't put it in here - I just wanted to mention, that in a dream last night, I justified hearing something about flying trains with the memory of that first flying dream-train.
And twice dreamsign detection worked a bit better than that in the last three nights - but I instantly lost lucidity and woke up.
Method - nothing - just natural micro WBTB and then lying on my back a while until rolling over to sleep/falling asleep then.

I can't remember clearly but in the beginning I think me and a friend were smoking weed somewhere other than the house and it was peaceful there. The earliest part of the dream I can remember I was at our old house and my mom had apparently taken and tried to hide or throw away some very large bongs. But there were still two in the garage and I kept thinking how her efforts to take the bongs away from me were pointless and it frustrated me. My friends dad came to get me in a truck except he was mexican or maybe an indian (looking back it may have been a recurring person in my dreams and not his dad but I assumed it was).

We drove through the city and eventually down a dirt road and there was a large swamp to our right side. Police boats came up along our truck but I kept yelling at them they had no right to search us and to go away. somehow we ended up in a chase with them and had stolen (or just appeared) on a jet ski. I had a double barrel 12 gauge and was blasting guys around me who were on logs and jet skis and stuff around us on the river being very quick reloading. The odds were very much against us. We managed to escape and we were hiding out in an area on the side of the river closer to the ocean in the water. By this time we were aware that someone had been murdered and they thought it was us who did it. We were talking and messing around but hid underwater as police came by in boats searching for us.

Now I see in a perspective outside myself and there is some women who knows we are there and send s a small boy. Some how there is a room on the river now and this boy acts innocent and clueless but he is really trying to rat us out to the police without us knowing for fear of being hurt. Around this point I begin to fully realize its probably a dream and do a nose pinch rc but I can feel my body laying in bed and I wake up.


I haven't recorded dreams on here in awhile but I might now because it will help me focus on my recall more. Maybe not all my dreams though depending on what they are about....

NON LUCID
*Some lady asked to me sign something and later commented how my hand writing sucked or something of that nature. I got pissed at her saying seriously!

I was riding my bike away from some DC girl. The way she felt in my dream was like she was my girlfriend (even though I don't have a gf in waking life). She kept trying to tell me something to make me feel better or calm down or something. But I just kept feeling I needed to get away from all the people in this dream. So I keep riding my bike up the hill like street, then I see about five of these people on bikes waiting where I riding my bike up to. I don't know them in waking life but in my dream they are friends I guess. I feel like it's the Trueman show and I feel like everyone, all the dream characters are limiting my actions and where I go in my dream. They all call to me to come over to them, then I see there hair and one has a sloppy mohawk really high, the hairs aren't together right, another has his hair sticking up but a "V" split in the middle, and another has his long hair sticking out like that tokio hotel guy and suddenly I see fireworks in the sky and yell to them that they have firework hair, and then they all stand down and look puzzled and then I quickly ride to the left of them and ride down the street down hill with my girlfriend still on foot screaming for me chasing me. Then suddenly the street has all this loose dusty dirt, and my bike wipes out and I hit the floor and roll and slide a few feet away from my bike. My girlfriend gets to me suspiciously fast and says "you see what happens, maybe you should apologize to your friends". And then I agree but still feel this suspicion, and the instant I feel that this black furry animal with no legs, just a tapered off rounded tail comes and jumps onto my face then makes me instantly feel remorse.

Dream Fragment: Me and like three other girls have military fleet ships in the sea, I purposely ignored the other ships radioing me because I was tired, and when we got back to shore the other girls walked away from me into the netted base and whispered stuff to tyra banks. Tyra then said she wanted to have a talk with me and sat next to me and I told her "I know, now you're gonna take my fleet ship away from me, and I have to leave". She looked at me in shock and said "No, just answer the radio next time". Then she walked away, and I walked down some boardwalk confused contemplating how I got my punishment so wrong and admired tyra's mercy.