non-lucid

Morning of April 30, 2014. Wednesday.



I am back at the main library in La Crosse, though it seems a bit bigger than in reality. I find a table to sit at, at the southwestern corner. An unknown girl (high school or college), in blue jeans and a white top, on my left, says “hi” in a friendly manner and goes back to reading an orange hardcover book on chemistry, which has an embossed image of a water molecule on the cover but for some reason seems to have “familiar” circus poster motifs as well (such as the band of two-color alternating triangles) - yet it seems quite right in design and context somehow. The table (and perhaps the area itself) has a strange “ancient” atmosphere, like very old Sequoia trees in the back of my mind, or some such. The wood seems to have some sort of “electrical field” or “magic” of some kind, which seems to make a barely visible “aura” about it similar to the atmosphere of the planet. The girl seems to have read my mind and asks me what “Sequoia” means, which causes me to ponder if she is telepathic. I tell her that although some people claim it means “bird”, it actually means “pig in a pen”. She smiles and says, “Oh, I thought it meant pig with a pen”. I then am trying to work out if she is being obnoxious somehow, relating to the creator of the Cherokee alphabet, but do not respond, as she seems passive and cheerful (and nonthreatening).

I end up looking farther back behind my left shoulder and see a very large black book called “10,000 Great Dreams” which strongly reminds me of the ridiculous fiasco in real life called “10,000 Dreams Interpreted” by Gustavus (which I used to read in real life as a boy and it was so absurd, pointless, and wrong for the most part, I laughed until I felt giddy). I pick up the book and take it over to the desk. Then I notice that it is not actually a regular book, but a large black and white harlequin mask with the pages behind the mask. The eyes seem to be emeralds at first, but then I notice they are just green jelly, which fall out in a couple small piles on the table. I note some strange simple “sayings” on each page, none of which make any real sense. I read several, but can only remember one clearly. It says, “You must open your doors to look out your windows”, and then something about cheddar cheese being the “root of all evil” (this may date back to the 1980s where I saw a piece of Swiss-cheese-like blackness with the diagonally rendered top and bottom of the slice representing a “demon” - I think it, that is, this new dream aspect, may also be related to an episode of the “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” television series in the late 1990s or so where a man kept appearing in her dream with a slice of cheese and annoying her).

Also come the wise words: “Hands are the feet of your arms.”

Most of the “dreams” read like very short and boring mundane newspaper articles from a mainstream newspaper and with no diverse layers of insights or obscure (but meaningful) renderings as is common with dreams. Nothing visionary appears anywhere, either. Instead, a lot of it seems to have half-finished naïve political speeches or just one sentence at times. Only one, I remember enough to summarize it; it said something like “I was walking down the sidewalk and a girl on roller skates stole my wallet and I chased her and called her a b—- and threw rocks at everyone." I look over and notice that the aforementioned girl is wearing roller skates and her blue jeans have somehow transformed into white shorts but that does not seem to bother me. The "book cover” (mask) also has a red ribbon that seems to be connected as a silk “bookmark”. I pull on it, as it seems to be stuck between two pages near the back and realize the girl is “complaining” (moaning as if annoyed, rather) and it turns out to be a ribbon from her hair, which she retrieves. (I seem to firstly have been pulling her head down and over a bit via the apparently very long “bookmark” aka ribbon from that distance, but this is not the case at all; it just seems to have an odd physical effect, like some sort of “magnet” that makes her head move.) She soon does not mind, though, and in fact laughs about it and throws it back to me when I give it to her and we play a game of catch for about five or six rounds.

An elderly librarian taps me painfully on the shoulder from my right and points to a sign that says “No garter tossing in the library” and then makes a typical “shhh!” gesture, and I feel embarrassed.

Looking down, I notice that the mask has turned into a real flayed human face (in two vertical sections), which really makes me think if I should leave. The same librarian taps me again and points to another sign that reads in uppercase - “No defacing books in the library”. I realize that people may think that I am Ed Gein because of this, so I get up to leave and as I do, I notice that much of the material in the back of the “book” actually looks like a gossip column from a tabloid instead of relating to dreams. I can hear the librarian talking loudly to the authorities, many of them being fireman for some reason. “He was in there, throwing garters around, and suddenly tore off his face to make an artistic statement, just like Vincent Van Gogh!" The firemen then do a Keystone Cops routine around the library even though I am standing in plane sight.

The girl taps me on the shoulder and whispers "you saved us all”. I notice that the harlequin mask/real face/book cover is actually two messy (and melting?) pieces of the creature from the movie “Mimic” (1997) which looks like a human face, but which is meant to fool people before they are eaten. It looks more and more like a pile of melted cheese such as on a pizza.

The police come in and arrest the librarian for keeping a “fake” book in the library that was “written by a cockroach” (although in the movie, the creature is supposedly more like a cross between a termite and a praying mantis - though does look a lot like a giant cockroach in some scenes). Everyone is marched out of the library in an orderly fashion so that the library can be “fumigated” in case there are any more such books.

April 30, 2014: Used mantra “Tonight I will Lucid dream.” I am in a house which is “mine” but strange. It is configured more like the R**** home, with a landing at the base of the stairs leading to a front door with a glass storm door. The door is open, and through the glass storm door I can see Nina approaching. Glenn (her ex-husband) is upstairs behind me, unseen. When I open the door, our springer spaniel Lacey bolts out the door and begins chasing a large animal which turns out to be a badger. We all (Glenn, Nina, Lynne, myself) end up outside instead of inside, looking for Lacey and the badger, which escaped Lacey and disappeared into a sewer drain at the curb.

It is a beautiful sunny day outside, so we remain on the front lawn. Lacey is nowhere to be seen. The “badger” re-appears and we pursue it through a maze of low bushes of a medium sized front garden. We all wonder and discuss how it could have gotten out of the sewer and into the garden unseen. When we finally get it out in the open and trapped between the four of us, the creature more or less surrenders to being captured. It is not a badger. Rather, it has morphed into a medium-sized dog, a type or breed I have never before seen. It has medium-long hair, mostly tan, with white and black also. The hair on the ears has tufts. It seems sufficiently tame when not being chased that I try reach out for its collar and to pet it around its neck to calm and console it.

When I reach for the collar I find that the dog is wearing a department store style thin cardboard tag like you see on coats for sale. The tag is the color of a manila envelope. The black lettering indicates that the breeder is located in Honolulu, HI, but there is no name of any current owner. I speculate that we could find the owner through the breeder. According to the tag, the dog is a breed called a “FOMTO.” I wake.

Somebody is pitching an idea for a children's show to me. The show I think was called "Freedom Riders" and it's set in an alternate World War 2 universe. The show follows four young women who wear these skin-tight red and yellow suits and ride around on motorcycles through this industrial wasteland fighting the show's analog for Nazi Germany. The show makes use of some really cool animation techniques, such as sometimes going for a graphic/poster look in critical scenes. The animation looks like the paper cutouts done in South Park, but the characters look almost anime-esque. The show actually has interesting plots and complex themes, though I question if it is really appropriate for a "Kids Show", as some of the characters swear and there is a lot of blood shown. Whoever is pitching the show to me gets very upset. I tell them that they should simply change their target audience and run the show that way.

I join some astronauts on a moon mission, but end up getting left behind on the moon. But the other astronauts leave me behind. There is some AI that states that I may be able to use the moons' missile system to fly back home by targeting a missile at earth then riding it back. At first I'm like "what missile system" All I see are a couple of supply crates and burnt-out landers, but I spot the missile system amongst them.
Normally, I would like to get to earth more or less, I don't know, ALIVE. But my dreams are not set in any kind of logical universe so I grab onto one of the missiles and the AI fires it.
I Become lucid as we begin flying and lose the dream.

Something to do with this "demon" entering the house. It is a floating talking head with red skin and white eyes. It commands me to make a fire in the houses' fireplace, and run the bath water upstairs. It says I should continuously run between the fire and the water and check on both.
As the monotony of tending to the fire and running the bath water sinks in, I become partially lucid, but wake up before becoming fully lucid.

This is old and I never published it for some reason.

Four or five people are sitting around a table and are snorting cocaine. They offer me to join. I decline.

I am at some cafe or food court area. There are several restaurants. Only one of them is open; a pizza place. I ask the person behind the to please get me some pizza. She gives me a pita bread with some ketchup on it. Some other dream characters come, and the woman gives them actual pizza. I am jealous and ask some of the other dream characters if they were willing to share. They are not.
Several other food-related things took place. Some of the other restaurants came open. I went to a chinese restaurant where they offered noodles. I tried to purchase noodles but they gave me raw dry noodles.

I am in some industrial park or power plant area. Odd mix of heavy industry and nature. I find a hole with a ladder leading underground. I open it and some man emerges wearing heavy high-tech looking armor, something like the fallout armor.
The armor grants him superhuman strength and he begins throwing rocks and large pieces of stone at me and other dream characters. Me and the other dream characters fight back by [dream logic] throwing fruit [/dream logic] Supposedly it was because the fruit had acid in it that would cause the armor to rust and freeze up.
I get hit by one of the rocks, and die but become partially lucid upon the moment of my death and reset the situation.
I help coordinate the dream characters and instead of simply attacking we plan an ambush and end up defeating the man in the armor.

I am in what feels like a combination of a shopping mall and my middle school. I am lucid, and try to throw a plasma ball. It fails.

Date: 29.04.2014

I was attempting a WILD but lost conscious awareness and fell asleep. I then came to in a cobblestone alley between two buildings hewn from stone, upon exiting the alley I looked around to see that I was in some kind of courtyard looking up at a huge castle-like structure that was growing from the stone. It had grass on the spires and tops of the roof/battlements like it had risen from the ground, It was falling apart and the whole place seemed abandoned.

Then I saw what looked like a patrol made up of a ragged group of soldiers, lead by a brown haired, bearded man wielding a spear and wearing a dark cloth cape with a symbol on the back I can't recall. he pointed me out to his soldiers and shouted "There he is!" This is when I realize I am wearing this leather armour with a symbol on my shoulder (I can somehow see this from a 3rd person perspective) which I know is the mark of an enemy clan/kingdom. I start to run away but the guy with the spear throws it, and it slams into my back and out my chest. I look down, kind of in shock at the spear and the amount of pain I was in, then I woke up suddenly. The feeling of the spear was pretty horrible!

Sketches:

The guy with the spear.



The symbol on the armour I was wearing.

4/29/13

Last night, bed at 10pm.

DR 12:30am
I'm showing someone "I hope this is how yo put product out correctly

4:23
Making winter version of chocolate easter bunnies called "winter bunny".

I was at the cinema in my full length coat with a friend, oddly though I wasn't wearing anything underneath. We seemed to be going to see a film as a group event. We all met in what appeared to be the entrance hall of the cinema, there was about 50 people in total. The lady who was at the head of it all was stood right in the middle of everyone. She was about half a foot shorter than myself with long black hair. She had an hourglass figure and was wearing a shirt and jeans that showed it off. The shirt was a dark redish and the jeans a very light grey. Just as we were starting to get organised someone came up to her and informed her that her daughter had unfortunately died of a heart attack earlier that day. Immediately she broke down in tears and fell to her knees, everybody else was in a shocked silence. Out of nowhere my little brother made his way to me through the crowd. He whispered to me and begged me to save her daughter. I said I'd try my best and promptly went outside. This is where it gets interesting considering I wasn't lucid. I put my palms to the ground and sapphire gemstones started flying around me, getting faster and faster until everything stopped moving... then started moving in reverse. Somehow I teleported to her daughters primary school and just in time too. Her teacher was mowing the lawn next door and the kids were playing on a grassy field. One of them, a young girl with black hair very similar to her mothers stopped dead. She looked very pale and as if she wasn't fully conscious. The last thing she said was to call an ambulance.

Meanwhile someone was whispering in my ear what do to. I think it may have been the archers system but it told me to rub my fingers together and this green powder appeared. It looked like finely crushed emerald dust. I sprinkled it on her head and sure enough she moved a little showing she was still alive. Suddenly a huge slug looking monster appeared from nowhere. I immediately turned and ran, I ran through the main primary school building and hid, the monster didn't see me so I went straight out of the other side. I found myself in my old primary school playground. I ran out of the gate and over the wall, I knew the monster would be after me so it would be putting them in danger to stay. I continued down the road meeting up with two of my friends, we ran up a road and was immediately caught up in a load of vines that had small electric charges in them.

At this point my flatmate knocked on my door and woke me up -.- Interesting dream though

Note: This is a part of a much longer dream, but this is the only part I can remember clearly.

The dream follows on from me and a group of people I don't know escaping a prison facility. We escape into a large mainly metal city, which has a very steam punk/futuristic look to it, with rusty brown buildings and smoke coming from vents etc. we are in orange jumpsuits, and are running from guards in black armour.
Note: I can kind of draw, so I will probably add sketches/illustrate these dreams at a later date.
After running away form a while I get separated from these two guys, and i make my way for quite a while, I manage to find a sort of futuristic police station and commandeer a flying ship (too hard to explain what it looked like) as I fly this ship away to rescue my friends, it transforms into a high tech steam punk glove that looks like a pointed foam finger, which I use to direct my flight over the city.
I land and lose the glove, as I find my friends chained in a line with other prisoners, who have been caught and beat up pretty bad.
I am caught as well and herded into a room where we are sorted into two groups, one group go to a normal prison because they were employed and had family.
I saw one of my friends from school was wearing a black jumpsuit who had obviously switched sides to work with the guards.

My group were to be sent to a lunatic asylum/test facility because we were unemployed and had no family that would miss us. We enter this facility and it actually looks pretty good, sort of like a luxury resort. I meet a girl from my old school and we start having a conversation about her favorite musician.
Then a woman walks in and orders everyone to get on the floor and put their hands on their head, adding that the first to do so would get $500. I comply, as does my friend, but there is a girl who is arguing and resisting the woman and the guards. The woman counts down from 3 and the guard executes her on the spot with a syringe filled with clear liquid.
Then we are told to sit in these seats, in rows like at a cinema. They were large, dark red and surprisingly comfortable.
I notice some more of my friends, all from different times in my life. I am called down to the front along with 5 or 6 other guys for the first experiment.

We gathered in a circle and we each held on to a large syringe in the middle filled with clear liquid. We were told to try force the syringe needle into the person opposite us, we all start pushing, and it's clear one guy is weaker than the rest as we target him.
The syringe punctures his neck, and I think he died from that. Then there was a second part of the experiment; we were told one of us will try to use the syringe again, this meant we had to decide whether or not to let go, because if we did, we could get injected. I take responsibility and make everyone else let go.
One guy is sweating and repeatedly glancing at the needle, so I break it off and put it in a bag, handing it to the guy in charge, feeling triumphant.

So when I was about 9, me and my friends always used to bully my neighbor (really mean I know. I regret it) but anyways, he still lives in the same house, I just live one road behind him, so in my dream, me and his brother were playing, then we started fighting. I beat him up really good and he went home. Crying. Then I woke up and I was writing in my dream journal about my dream, then I actually woke up.

I was in a luxurious hotel/building of some kind, with wood paneled walls and red/purple carpets. I am with a rag tag group of friends, old and new, from completely different places and times.
We were surrounded by a lot of military leaders and important people both from films/TV shows I had watched and from real life, such as Obama and other people who I knew were important.
Suddenly the dream is chaos as a number of assassinations start to take place; I see a group of these high ranking officials step into an elevator to plummet to their deaths, purple smoke fills the room and there are bodyguards and spies pulling out guns and starting a shoot out.

Me and my friends also pull out firearms and join in, covering behind a sort of lobby like desk. One of my friends shouted "Why can't we all be friends" then a man in a grey suit who I know is my ally, grabs another guy and jumps out the window, I grab a grey cushioned, steel frame chair and jump out after him (hoping to use the chair to break my fall I guess) we plummet a huge distance before landing, the chair crumples under me and I survive, but I feel like i have broken my ribs.

Looking around I have landed in a sunny park with people riding bikes/relaxing, I look back and see the building I jumped from, a huge grey tower block, with small windows. I can see the window from which I jumped.
Somehow I end up in a doctors office at a high tech lab called "Black Villain", probably for my ribs. I remember seeing a pale blue poster on the wall, advertising "Carbonatate" Headphones. I also see the doctors clipboard, which has a drawing of a ball, with a line across to a man who seems to be fist pumping, I can tell this is supposed to represent him in good health.

NON LUCID
*I am riding in the car with Lama Dorjee's wife and kid. On the way back to where everybody was at, Lama Dojee's wife said that she is responsible to for bring out my creativity. I thought in my head no it's not, its because of me. Later in the dream I knocked over these lights out of anger. I thought I can't do this, this is horrible karma. I then I started to fix what I have broken. Dr. John made a comment to me that made me upset and offended. Later on in the dream he said sorry to me because he could clearly see I was upset. I didn't accept the apology by saying I don't care. (Strange I would never act like this is real life.)

Very boring dream, playing poker online all night long, but then having the players in presence in my living room.
No words or chats, just playing an infinite sequence in this deep tournament, where I had my cards under my glass table and in order to play I had to touch the screen over the cards.
My cards were very bad all the time and the only winnings were stealing the blinds.
And yet I got to reach the final table with a ninja and a cobra.
I remember the last two very vivid hands, where these unknown people beat my straigh with flush, and soon after my full house with a four of a kind! Very stressfull and I woke up very tired!

Last night I dreamed and I could remember my dreams clearly (or more clearly than yesterday).

Dream 1
The dream was about a mummy of some kind, their was a sphere like a movie about a mummy (where you are finding one or defeating one). The surroundings were a combination between a neighborhood I know and Egypt (bit like Aladin). We were with a team of four, trying to defeat the mummy. There was a boy with special powers, the main character, lets call him A (because he has no name XD). Than there was my sister, she was just part of the team and last a boy who was kind of our guide through the Egypt/familiar neighborhood territory, lets call him B. And of course I was there as a team member
We were running in streets to get to a battle field. and the battle field was also a mix between a 'lake' I know and Egypt. A was fighting of the mummy.

Dream 2
I was in a really big house. It was a mixture of my aunts home and an unfamiliar home. Four friends were their, that I knew by name, but there were more friends, but I couldn't remember their names. And only my uncle and nephew were there (not my aunt).
One friend, Elianne and I were going to get food for us (everybody there). It was raining really hard, but we still went cycling. We didn't get wet or even cold. I can't remember or I didn't dream the cycling ride or picking up the food. I remember just getting our bikes and getting back with loads of food. We went inside and got the food to the table. *

Fragment 1 of dream 2
I think my dreamed about the food on the table etc. and than all of the sudden I was seeing a discussion or in a discussion with my uncle and father aobut a fesival were you dress like a character of book/movie/series or just fantasy creature. My uncle said he liked the festival. We went their, but I can only remember the sandy parking lot.

Lucid?
I can't remember for sure, but I think I was lucid for just 'a couple of seconds'. Because when I walked into the house after we gone and got the food, my glasses fogged up (don't know if you say it like this), because of the warmth and cold difference. I remember thinking, this has to be a dream, because there was no cold and there is no warmth and everything looks kind of off. But then I didn't do anything and just dreamed the dream.
I where glasses (or lenses) IRL, that is not a dream sign or anything weird...!

The following I wrote after I dreamed this and woken myself up and wrote these 2 dreams and fragment down. After that I went back to sleep again and when I woke up 1 1/2 hour later I wrote this down:

Fragment 2
I was with my friend Elianne and we were shopping in a shop that looked like a store I knew, but that store isn't a supermarket, but the store just sold food. I was not in school (I am not in school right now, we have vacation, but I don't have to go to school anymore, because I just have to learn for my exams and in couple of weeks I will take those exams), but apparently every other student in the store (a lot of people I know and are in my class) including Elianne were in school. I bought something in the end, but I never got something of the racks or really looked at any products with the thought of wanting to buy them. Elianne bought cookies and than somehow my other friend, Jessy, was also there. And she bought candy that I believe she doesn't like IRL, but I like a lot.
After that I bumped into another classmate/friend Lauren and she was with other people who are friends of me, but I couldn't see them clearly. Lauren asked me something about a series we both watch and I answered her and she walked away, but I don't know what she asked or what I answered. It was like the sound was set on mute for a minute.

After I paid I left my friends and roller-bladed home, don't know were I got my roller blades, but I had them on. I found my sister and a good friend of her talking to a woman with four kids. One of the kids a girl was 'picking' my sisters bike, it was weird. My sister wanted to lift her up, but I said she shouldn't do that. She did it anyway, so I took the girl from her and put it next to the mother. The girl looked different, she was really 'bird' like and had red hair and a lot of freckles. My sister and her friend left and I was left alone with the woman and the children. She told me she didn't like me picking up her child. I told her I would not ever do that, but my sister was dangerously picking her up, so I had to take the child and carry her to you. My sister was standing with her bike, she could have fallen. The woman agreed with me. I walked, or skated, with the woman around the neighborhood and than went home.

This was another broken sort of recall. I can't remember a whole lot before I got lucid, but I still managed to do so, so I'm happy!

I dream I'm in a house, and this house's interior is actually quite large. It looks like it could quite easily hold nearly two-hundred people. There is a large "ball room" for lack of better term, and there are tables and people all over partying and having a good time. My friends are dancing and partaking in a very odd game, which involves you driving a cart across a track and then smashing into a wall(yeah I'm as confused as you are).

Rather than partake in that, I leave the room and go out into the hall. There're many rooms all around the area, so I decide to investigate. I look around for awhile, until I walk into a bedroom where my three or four friends are sitting around. The only two I know were there for sure were my friends Jason and Robert. The other two were possibly my friends Zaine and Brad. Anyway, they were looking at Magic: The Gathering cards together, and as I acknowledge them I realize am dreaming. I now leave the room and explore the house until I awake. Unfortunate, but it was still quite the short gap between lucids for me in awhile.

I was driving with Desirae back home from a suburban neighborhood. She was going pretty fast and I tell her there's a cop behind us. She doesn't see him because he's in a civilian van but I can see his badge. We had ordered McDonald's but the drinks got delivered to some house in another suburban neighborhood so we went there. Once we arrived, we stopped at the house, the cop pulled up and started going into the house, which was his. I notice he's with Valencia County. We tell him about the drinks and after a while, he comes out with them and with one hand, gives me the drink and the other hand he shakes my hand. It threw me off guard. I'm suddenly in his house and get my keys to leave. I struggle with getting the right key but get it eventually. I'm in my car and notice Desirae already left and the guy motions me to go away. There's a green van that pulls up and I assume it's his wife. I start driving and am in Belen on Reinken and Main street. It's dark because all the lights are off and it's real cloudy with black clouds, like if it's going to rain. Someone tells me never to come by again and I assume it's the cop but notice it's another person. I think that's werid and that he might be hiding something so I decide to become a private investigator.
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I was riding around on a bicycle and appeared in Venezuela. I had music playing and was trying to find out how to get to my uncle's autoshop but got lost in some alley. I eventually made it out of the alley and onto a mansion where my family lived. I was riding my bike on the roof and made it into the mansion through a window. My family had just finished eating and they said that my mom had just left and after that, everyone started leaving.
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I was in my old apartment in Venezuela and was arguing with Desirae about something. Anders Breivik was there and he was helping her destroy my bike. I got pissed and went into my room, where Anders pulled out a gun and shot at me 3 times. I freaked out, grabbed my ar, chambered a round, and called the cops telling them what happened. I leaned out of my doorway and shot a girl who was coming at me with a knife. I camped out in my room because I thought Anders might be waiting for me in the living room or kitchen. Eventually, the cops caught anders outside the apartment somewhere. I think I had a false awakening during this dream.