non-lucid

I'm looking at an image of a woman wrapped in this dress made of blue cloth; the cloth also wraps up her neck and over some kind of tall headgear in a way that reminds me of a nun, or some medieval headdresses. The only skin visible is her face - or it would be, except that in this image, she has the head of an elephant. I'm aware this is specifically something added to this image, it's not literally her face. It's representing something to do with the shape. I briefly see a second, similar image, using the head of an anteater instead of an elephant, reinforcing the point about shape.

Scene change. That woman, with her own human face now - or at least, a woman in that same dress - standing in an immense room. A man's come to consult her. His skin has cracks running through it in a way that reminds me of magma. He's aware, as he approaches her, that this isn't the woman he's come to consult - she's a stand-in, a decoy, to protect the real one. He can smell the difference between them. He's about to say something about this, but he's distracted by noticing a different scent in the room. There's a dead body of a man lying on the floor a little way away, and now he walks back to that body and bends down to look at a circular metal medallion on the corpse's chest. He can smell two other people who were here earlier. One is his sister. The other, he asks the woman in blue about - a man he describes out loud only as "a writer," and his voice sounds annoyed. In his mind, he's thinking that this writer left for America years ago, and shouldn't be here now.

Then I have the impression that I'm looking at one in a series of scenes showing an alternate past, of what would have happened if that writer hadn't traveled to America back then, but I only actually see one scene - a group of people, mostly adults, celebrating the 8th birthday of that previously mentioned sister, Julie.

I'm cleaning the lounge and I find a feather under the sofa.
It's a pink feather and I like it so much, like it was a treasure.
I put it together with my stone collection.
One of the stone seems angry at me, as feather is not a stone, and under its name appears a written, saying I'm wrong.
I think again and in order to do not offend the stones, I decide to treat the feather with drops of amber.
In few minutes the amber dries and I have a beautiful simil-stone with a pink feather inside.
I put again the feather in my stone collection and this time everyone seems to be happy.
I prepare a tea, but when I come back to look at the feather, it is not pink anymore, but blue.
I'm happy as I like more the blue and I put it with the lapislazzuli.
At once I see a stone which does not belong to my collection.
It's like a pink sand stone, but I feel that someone puts it there to bother me.
I pretend to do not look at that stone and the stone starts to move alone.
It's an insect and it comes towards me and goes up my hand and arm.
I'm petrified and I woke up screaming and trying to drive away that thing from me.

This dream was long and weird, it has about 4 distinct "parts" only tangentially related to each other, but all interesting nonetheless.
I was in a hotel-esque area which was actually an apartment complex for my college, I was rooming with my friend who I was incredibly mad at for some reason. I remember yelling at her, telling her how cold she is and how she never listens or cares and only uses me, she doesn't view me as a friend, and as I'm telling this I get so mad I eventually just punch her. She runs away buy I have no remorse, and go down to the recreation room of the apartment. At some point before that, I do remember seeing my sister and yelling at her too over the exact same things, which was weird. Now at the pool table in this games room, I see my friend's mother walk in asking where she is. I say she's probably in our room, but maybe not since our falling out.
The dream sorta switches gears at this point, now it's Animal Crossing and I'm watching someone play, sort of like an LP. I see the person walk into their home for the first time and loom around, surprisingly the house was fully upgraded. Suddenly its as if there was a jump cut, and the house's layout changes completely. Now there's an obvious "hidden" wall and for some reason I'm terrified that a plane with crash thru one of the walls and crush the player. Using the shovel, the character enters the hidden room, which ends up being a narrow, empty hallway with nothing much of value at all in it. Walking back into the main room, there are now roaches and all around the floor. The character steps on them as per usual, but suddenly a scorpion appears. The player attempts to crush this one as well, but it won't die, and it begins stinging the character as he runs over it. The scorpion is eventually killed, but the character has been poisoned, and is leaking green liquid (presumably the poison) and blood before collapsing.
Now I'm Nathan Drake, kinda. I'm being hunted, but I'm myself so far, and only hanging with Drake. we're on a bridge above the ocean being held at gunpoint, and a gondola is next to us, we are told to go into the gondola with the bad guy but as we're getting in we manage to cut the supports causing us to fall halfway up the rope. We both survive and the baddie was in a diff gondola with no way of reaching us, but i had a lot of wind knocked outta me and kinda started drowning. At this point I am Drake, and attempting to kill a man, but he gets the drop on me and points a gun at me, at this point time slows down and a message telling me how to counter appears, as a tutorial type thing. Suddenly I'm teleported away from him, and he holds the rest of the room I was in up (it was like a gift shop place). I kill him.
The finalish part of the dream involves lamps, specifically baby ones. I'm in a hotel place, and in a room are some baby lambs which I had to take care of. they were adorable and jumped around and skipped around everywhere, at first they were scared of me, but I calmed them and they grew to like me. So now they're jumping on me, letting me pet them, and all while they're bahh-ing I can see subtitles translating what they're saying.

5/1/14

Last night, bed 11:15 - 6:20am

DR1

I'm in my highrise apartment. Neighbors TV is loud, but I don't want to close the window, because it's hot inside and nice cool breeze is coming in. I walk out on the balcony, and 3 balconies from 3 directions are kinda facing each other, just few feet away. 3 neghbors are out, and we start talking. How we used to be poor, but now we are not and THEY are telling US to turn that friggin TV down. I repeat what neighbor said in hope he will realize it' shis tv that was loud.

DR2

I'm at my friends apartment. We wan the lottery. I'm telling her, that nnobody knows, they only know we have won 10 000, so she shouldn't be telling them othervise.

I was contemplating a work issue and hoping to get some new ways to deal with it from my dreams. I'm not quite sure I could see the answer from this one.

I can hear the sound of an ice cream truck, so I grab my money and head outside. The truck drives past me at first, and I'm disappointed, but then it comes back. Dad appears and asks me to find out if they have sugar-free ice cream. There's a crowd forming around the truck and I ignore his question for now. I'm shouting my order to make sure I get it. I'll ask if there's anything Dad can eat once the crowd settles down.

I find myself quite a long way from home and I want hand lotion for some reasons. I walk into a warehouse that has several display counters. I locate a counter that has the lotion I want and approach a salesperson, who takes me to a completely different counter. Then I leave the warehouse. I bump into a woman who appears to be Harriet Roberts from the show JAG. She hands me a red bag with the name "Worthington" on it and congratulates me. Inside, I find what looks like a license and test results from the bar exam. Apparently I passed the bar exam. I feel a swell of pride, even though there's a voice in the back of my mind reminding me that I've never taken such an exam. I go around telling people, "I passed!" because I'm so happy.

Morning of May 1, 2014. Thursday.



I have a couple large game sections (possibly incomplete at the time) that feature a three-walled area open on one side where a griffin moves while standing mostly in one place, facing the open side. I believe the feet are connected to some sort of mechanism through a slit in the “floor” of the compartment. Perhaps the goal is to put the two griffins face-to-face with the platforms linked together to “fight” in a sort of game similar to the classic “Rockem Sockem Robots” game. This is not certain, though - but the griffins do seem to have the same two colors (as the robots) dominating but more integrated into their overall multicolored form. It actually seems a bit more complex than that, involving an additional quest or higher goal, perhaps even from an RPG, with the possible griffin fight being only one aspect of it. I mostly have the box and the game parts in an area of the kitchen (Stadcor Street - we seem to be living back in Brisbane).

At any rate, parts of the game mechanism get separated from the rest. This is because a section of the game seems to be outside for a time, taken out by one of our young sons perhaps. The pieces that get separated are like two different important rubber pieces that need to be in the mechanism or the game will not work at all. One is just like a belt from an older cassette deck, another like the very small rubber “hoop” (not the flat washer but circumferential cylindrical) used in some faucet setups.

The side of the street is quite different than in reality. Instead of the curb going directly out to the street, there is a very deep one-foot across recess (along the entire street) between the curb and the street (somewhat like a deep rain gutter for a roof) that is full of branches (a few which stick out a fair distance), leaves, and various organic and inorganic debris. Our youngest son goes after the small rubber hoop when it rolls across the street somehow, but ends up with the cassette-deck-belt-like part instead when I did not even know it had gotten to the other side of the street. It seems some of the other parts may also have been lost deep down in the recess, which may be about four feet deep or so. I do retrieve one part and see another part a bit too far down (and blocked by narrow crisscrossing dead branches) to easily get to. There are also similar pieces in the area, much like the game parts but more worn or broken, like tiny “tires” (perhaps from old Matchbox Cars) and broken bits of sinew (the type for crafts).

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What does it mean to dream of a griffin? At the core level, a griffin is a flight symbol. A flight symbol is rendered in a dream in subliminal anticipation of the hypnopompic waking start. Additionally, a griffin is a mix of unrelated animals, which is likely to be a unique precursor factor of the coalescence of the preconscious and emergent consciousness.

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Some of my other dreams that feature griffins (links): (1) Griffin vs. Grandfather Clock, (2) R Brand, (3) Making a Griffin?, (4) The Temple and the Tomb

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i dreampt i was at a giants game and i sang a really great rendition of ant no sunshine when she gone. then they hit up a milkshake to some lady whos birthday it was. aftwerewards i drempt iwas at this part of millbrae where ltos of prostitutes and sketch people went pay. i drempt mark and i were seeling like perscription drugs to pepople. he was shooting stuff with an air rile. tried to shoot a cat i told him which cats not to shot. he had long hair and was tall. then dreampt shelly and mark and matt were at a home and thiangs were better mark was giving stuff to shellys new bf

I am vacationing somewhere in the Caribbean when some man steals my wallet. Another man tells me that he knows that man is working for a drug cartel and knows where I can go to find him. What followed was a long chase across several islands utilizing planes and boats. We eventually cornered the man at this unassuming resort where the man who had been helping me explained that they were actually part of the same drug cartel.
The thief gives me my wallet back and states that this was actually just a plot to get me here. The resort manager opens a secret trapdoor behind the desk and leads me into this basement area. Once down there, he explains that this is not a drug cartel at all, but rather an international secret project to develop the first virtual reality simulation.
There is this girl with a robotic arm who has supposedly built the first prototype of the machine. The machine is huge, and I did not get a good look at all of it. But what I do recall was the room where you entered the virtual reality. It was a concrete room (because we were in a basement, duh) with wires and tubes running everywhere. There were four metal chairs, and there was a large chrome disc mounted on the front wall of the room. Several wires are clipped onto the outside.
And of course, I have to be their test subject, that being the reason they lured me all the way out here. So I sit down, and they place this small nose-breather thing onto me with this blue fluid running through it. Supposedly, it is supposed to help stabilize the VR link. robot arm girl fires it up and a beam fires out of the silver disc.
The room begins to distort and change. When its done, all i can see is the four metal chairs sitting in a black void. Two people phase into the other chairs and explain that they are agents sent in after me; the machine malfunctioned and locked me in. It also altered my perception of time, and now with every second we experience, an hour goes by. They let me out. I wake up.

22:45 bedtime

00:00 Wednesday 2014-04-30

05:34

+ in a rectangular bathroom, there's a narrow (1-inch) sloping channel running along the entire length of the long wall into the bathtub, there's nothing else in the room, suddenly there's a flushing sound and water squirts strongly out of a hole in the wall at the top of the channel and down the channel into the bathtub, I think this is water from a toilet flushing, I look at it expecting to see a yellowish color but it's clear water, I think I would not want to be in that bathtub when such a flush occurs. This was quite vivid, I both see and hear the water clearly.

+ in a bedroom with some girls there's one on the bed, some standing around, I keep closing the door to the hallway so we can get down to business, but someone keeps opening the door, this happens several times and I'm frustrated

+ construction of a bathroom, I wonder who's going to carry away the rotten wood, me or the workers

+ in a large area, it's an indoor ski jumping rink with lots of little ramps, some smaller, some really huge jumps which I want to avoid, the snow is slushy like from a snow cone, I look down to my feet and position my skis for a run, the bindings are like crocs and I have bare feet (skiing: minor dream sign, I've seen sandals bindings with bare feet before)

+ I'm trying to remember if I still hold some <company> stock, I can't recall if I'd sold it or not, I keep trying to remember, I need to sell it to raise money.

Tried SSILD, WILD, couldn't get back to sleep. Saw lots of HI. At one point I felt the beginnings of a body buzz and felt my dream hands starting to drift but this got me excited and I woke up

Note: I would normally separate dream (1) into 2 dreams, but they're kinda connected, because in both dreams there was a voice which told me I can summon things by expecting them to appear

Date: Apr 30
Sleep length: 7.5h
Techniques: DILD
Dream Summary:
(1) I was located at the middle of an ocean. There was no land around me, I basically didn't have a body in this dream, my eyes just levitated above the water. I heard a voice telling me to imagine a ship. It was the voice of a teacher. I started to see a ship. It was long, very white and clean, with some red stripes. Then the voice said I should imagine that it's levitating... and of course it started levitating then. It started to look more like a train and less like a ship. And it started to turn into 2 ships, a (still) long one, and an almost spherical one.
Then I was at a completely different location. I was in a forest, with big trees. The reason I'm merging those 2 locations into one dream is because I still heard the voice telling me what to imagine/expect. As if the voice was trying to tell me that anything I expect starts to exist. But I was too stupid to become aware of the situation. There was a row of people, and they all started trying to create big trees. I should have created one too, but I didn't want to, I just stood up and looked at the trees the other people have created. Some trees were beautiful, others were grey and almost looked like concrete. One tree was crooked and broken. Then I found I person I hate in wake life, li. The weird thing is, I get along with her in my dreams, as if we're friends. Maybe it's a message by my subconscious that I should give her a chance before judging her. The tree she has summoned was amazing. I laid down on the ground, it was very sunny and I looked up at her tree. I think I couldn't even see the top, it was huge. There were no branches either. The last thing I remember about this dream is being rather content and seeing her smiling.
(2) This is only a fragment, really. I've been in a desert, or maybe somewhere else, but in any case it was pretty dry and warm/hot. There was an AV star, but I didn't find her attractive. She was about 40 or so, and she was on a swing. We were talking about something, but I don't remember the topic. I guess I woke up then
Vividness/Awareness: 2/2
Emotions: content
Tags: levitating ship, small ship, forest, big trees, li, teacher;; AV star, swing, desert

I'm about to go shopping, but really unwillingly. My mum is trying to convince me that it will be funny, but I already know it won't be.
My mood is really dark and when my mum announces she forgot the driving licence I get angrier and I say that I know she did it in purpose so I would drive the car.
She laughs and I would want to crash the car against a tree, but I'm sure my mum would make me pay for it and I have no money.
We reach the hypermarket. There are a lot of people and I try to say that I would stay in the car, so no one would steal the car.
But my mum says she needs someone taller than her to reach some products and I follow her.
The inside is more crowded and I got headache, but I don't say it, as everyone would think it's because I want to come back to the car.
The cart start to be full, but people, and not only my mum, keep to put all the sort of food and clothes in there, and it is really heavy to push now.
I see a pharmacy, and as my mum says she forgets to buy a thing and goes back, I leave the cart and go to buy some paracetamol.
Of course they try to sell me some other products, but I say no and so they make me pay double to punish me.
When I come back to the cart, it is not there anymore as someone took it and put all the products away.
I think that my mum will be mad at me, but she is not. She just takes another cart and we start again the buying. OMG! Nooooo...
I'm absolutely mad at me for the mistake and I push the cart against a wall. The crash woke me up.

I was on a giant base up in the air. I was with several dc's all walking around looking at different cars. We decided we wanted to go some place and so a few Dc's got into the cars and trucks/suv's and drove off into the air but as they did helicopter proplers came out and they started to fly. The car i got into was higher than the rest but since there was so many of us we were very clustered. Several times we almost got hit by another driver but we got away just in time each time. We got closer to the ground and noticed that one of our landing gears was pretty rough so I got out and tried to fix it while we were still moving.

4/30/14

Last night bed 10pm - 4:50am

DR 2:50
1. I'm loading supplies for a day

2. Watching myself on a video. I'm maybe 10 years old on the video and I'm playing outside. Running down the dirt hill, into the canal dug in the dirt. (We had places like this in my childhood next to my house and we used to love playing there). I'm wearing red shirt and as I run to the bottom, I fall and hit the side of the canal. I pick myself up and I'm OK.

3. I'm around my childhood house. Somebody is there and we are talking about neighbors yard and his 2 trees that look like some famous people, pres. carter and some actor. The grass is lush, 1 foot tall, full of blooming wildflowers, all waving in the wind. It's beautiful. I tell somebody we used to play there.

Young woman walks by, we say hi, and I'm told that's pres. carter's daughter. She tells us a fake name, as to stay anonymouse.

4. 4:50am
I'm at the swimming pool. Lots of very tall slides. Apparently there is an order in which you should go down and complete them all. When I come to the end, there is a girl and we talk. She says something about her being the fastest, and I'm not sure why, because it's not my nature, I challenge her to a competition.

So I go to the first slide, then next. There is an attendant and I'm asking her which way to continue, if this is the right way, and she says yes, just go on. So I finish and now I'm standing in the line to the booth. The give the the guy in front of me piece of paper with some numbers. The give the same to me and they tell me to write down 12:13. That;s my time and apparently it's the record time, best finish time by far. Then I hear that some girl was bumped from the cover of the magazine she was suppose to be featured, and not it's gonna be me, because of the record. My friends are laughing, that now they gotta make me look all purty.

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.