non-lucid

UH so let's see, already wrote part of this dream down but now it's the day after I had it, oh well I'll post it real quick

Dream - Coastal School
So I dreamed I was wandering around this one odd abandoned school (or maybe just closed for the night) on the coast of some beach. I went into this nursery sort of area and found a plastic dinosaur that I for some reason found to be incredibly nostalgic. I picked it up and examined it: half of me was thinking that it was great to be reunited with this totally familiar dinosaur from my childhood, while the other half was surprised by how unfamiliar it seemed. I couldn't seem to remember having a stegosaurus toy with that tan/orange coloration in the sort of rearing position it was frozen in, but the nostalgic feeling was overwhelming. I couldn't help but be happy to see it.

Then, in the same area, the dream switched to third person and I started observing Redwall characters (for those of you that haven't read the books, it's a series about anthropomorphic animals like mice and squirrels set in Medieval times). I watched as a hare (one of the good guys) with an injured leg stumbled ashore, pursued by various rats (bad guys). He managed to evade them until he ended up cornered by two rats with his back to a door in the wall. With nowhere else to go, he managed to duck through.

Inside was warm and well-lit by a fireplace, and a rather strong-looking otter (good guy) sat in an armchair reading. There was another creature nearby, maybe a bird, who was a friend of the otter, but I can't remember details about him. The otter looked up to see the injured hare stumble in and then collapse on his floor after only a few steps, then saw the two rats starting to enter. Having apparently sized up the situation, he started to get up, saying "I know what's going in the stew tonight" (good guy?) as he started to move towards the rats. And then I'm not sure what happened next. I just remember knowing for a fact that this powerful, cultured otter, with his well-kept home, was about to kill and eat two rats who supposedly deserved it. I'm not sure how that made me feel.

April 20, 2014, Dream #2: I am hanging out in the third floor on-call room of a hospital along with some medical student with a longish face who is wearing a white lab coat. The room has floor-to-ceiling windows and looking outwards through the windows I can see directly and clearly into an administrative-type office with five women in it, one floor below and perhaps thirty feet away. The women are dressed in business attire and approximately 25 years old each. They all know each other and are comfortable together, like good friends or BFF’s. Two of them start to kiss fairly passionately, to the amusement of the other three. I continue to watch, also amused, not shocked or disturbed by this in any way.

There comes a moment where one woman notices me watching, and calls it to the attention of the others. I give them a wave, “intentionally coy” to convey the non-verbal expression of “I see/caught you” and also simultaneously conveying my non-judgmental amusement, identical to their own.

One of the five women is kind of hefty, but quite pretty. She is the one who picks up an old-style corded phone receiver from the desk, and calls into our on-call room. The phone she uses is plain black and has the old-style illuminated clear plastic push-buttons for switching between multiple lines. She clearly knows of our room, where it is in the building, and that it looks down into their own office. She obviously also knows the extension to reach us. I answer the phone. Her voice is not clear. It is breaking up like a bad cell phone connection, yet I understand that she is asking me if I would like to come down and meet her. I am married, but I don’t tell her that for the reason I am saying no. I just tell her “no, not right now.”

When the conversation ends, I turn to the medical student/ resident in the lab coat and ask him if he wants to come with me on rounds to see the post-op patients, write orders and pull chest tubes while Dr. T*** is in the operating room. He says no. I say, no problem, I remember what the work load was like while I was in medical school and I can sympathize with how tired and overworked/overwhelmed one can get by the program load and testing. I wake.

April 20, 2014, Dream #1: I am walking, carrying my long wool winter coat on a coat hanger. I squeeze through the opening of a chain-link fence that is sloppily locked with an over-long chain and lock, allowing my body to fit through sideways. The place I am leaving as I slip through is an otherwise empty baseball field/park. I find myself turning a corner to my right to continue down an urban street, and now a chain-link fence is on my left, right at the border of the curb and the street for as long as I can see up ahead. On my side of the fence is an African-American man, seemingly nice, but a stranger. He says something to me about taking a shuttle if I have things to carry. Tall buildings are on my right. Behind me, on the street side of the fence, subways and buildings disgorge thousands upon thousands of people, all intent on going home at the same time. The size of the crowd is stupendous.

As I walk on my side of the fence with relatively few people on it (maybe fifteen) a businessman in a suit starts exclaiming he was stuck by a needle. His concern seems to be it might have been contaminated with H.I.V. He makes quite a fuss. Out of all the possible people who did it is a blonde woman in the crowd who is with two or three other women. From a window three or four stories up, a shower of short human hair (as from the floor of a barber shop) rains down at the same time the man is making his fuss. I wake.

So, this is the first dream I write down in a long time... bad me, I know.

Anyway, it all started in a rural area of England. I was visiting a nature conservation area, it was a forest of breathtaking beauty! But not in perfection or order, but in raw expression of nature and life! I was travelling inside this forest by boat along rivers. Trees stretches over the water, covered by moss that showed their antiquity. What struck me the most was the smell... it smelt so wonderful in this forest, the smell of forests in all its glory!

As came to a small lake i decided to dive in and swim around. It was wonderful, I felt so much at one with nature! I was afraid of leeches or other parasites in the water, but after inspecting my body I could find no trace of such creatures.

Later, still in the same dream I think, i had returned to the city. A giant fire had broken out, and everyone was scrambling to get out of the city. I ran to a friend, who was at a barber shop a few blocks away. He say there was no fire, just because he could see no fire outside his windows. We (I had another friend along) finally managed to convince him to leave. We ran out towards the forest, knowing that by passing through it we would reach another city.

Many others was fleeing the same way. Oddly enough, there were many races from the Elder scrolls games that was there, and instead of just fleeing they attacked us! I tried to make them stop, but had to fight through them. We fought with medieval weapons, I had a sword that I don't know where I got from...

Morning of April 20, 2014. Sunday.



This dream is fairly long but does not have a coherent plot or theme. It mostly involves slowly going from an unknown city (which may be part of a composite including La Crosse and Brisbane) into an unknown forest, which then becomes a bit denser, although it seems to have a few old abandoned buildings. As I do so, I feel better and better.

There is one setting prior to going into the woods to the east that appears to be my sister’s house but which is actually some sort of school or is at least set up as such. Somehow, I am apparently a young student (possibly sixth grade, though later everyone seems a bit younger) but am not directly active in any class even though I sense I could be or should be. Instead, I walk around noticing that the area looks more like some sort of complex display of various interesting colorful magazines and puzzle books. Some are upright on stands and others are arranged evenly, spread over tables in playing-card-like spans. For some reason, I feel very cheerful at this point even though in the back of my mind I think I should be spending more time directly taking any classes at the scene.

The teacher and students are all unknown. As I am walking along, a few seemingly cheerful students follow me. They seem to care a lot about me (or my destination) and I make a sincere comment of how I wish I was much younger again. This seems to create a strong presence of believing that people of the same age get along much better and that this part of my dream is somehow unique in that it is supposedly unusual for people of different ages to socialize at all.

At any rate, the sense of cheerfulness is quite elevated. A bit later, we go into an area that is somehow associated with Yakov Smirnoff. This could be some sort of rude juvenile play on words, though it is a name I have no real clue about even though it sounds vaguely familiar (something from many years ago, perhaps). I am thinking that it may be a famous tennis player or skier, or more likely a political figure, I begin to reason. My dream then distorts the name into “Yarkov Smornov” and I eventually get the idea that the name or anything similar to it is completely fictional (though it is not - he is actually a Soviet-born American comedian that I really have never seen much of in my lifetime). Thinking on it, I notice that “Yakov’s” reversed letters read as “V Okay”, but that association is not complete to the scenario and why the name came up from “nowhere”. Because of this, it may have actual relevance to something in the near future, but on a very impersonal level.

00:00 Sunday 2014-04-20

04:45 bedtime

I'm amazed I remembered anything, to bed about 6 hours late and slept for only for about 5 hours, had a few shots of scotch near bedtime.

+ Disc Jockey contest, the new guy vs. me, he has a new-DJ handicap where he can score points much more easily.

+ Throwing thermal detonators in a "jedi knight, dark forces II" themed battle in hallways & around corners, and detonating mines in a dream-incubated battle scene, wow that didn't take long [just started playing it 2 days ago to add some imagination, mix things up a bit, incubate light saber use in dreams].

+ battle swimming through water with another team, I pass them but they attack

+ at the milk products counter I hand in my yogurt and they pull a lid for it that fits out from under something in the display case, I was concerned they wouldn't accept it at first (wtf?)

+ a guy/kid jumps off a rock from a high place landing below and people run to see if he's hurt (dirt bike canyon diving incubation probably).

+ entering a grocery store turnstile

Originally Posted by The Cusp

I'm walking across a parking lot in RL when something shiny catches my attention. At first it looks like a christmas ornament, but as I get a little closer it looks like a pop can. There was a moment it literally changed. Then as I got closer again, i saw what it really was, the wrapper to some european chocolate bar.

When you try to fly in a dream and get stuck with shitty swimming physics. In real life, probably 99% of the movement you do while in a horizontal position is in the water swimming. Sure, there is a source of fictional flying to draw on bringing down that 99%, but it's not quite as strong as actual swimming. It's not just random that we get stuck with swimming physics when we try to fly, it's just a strong quantum probability. Unless you've never done any actual swimming. You can guesstimate these things.

The end result of collapsing one of these puppies depends entirely on it's assiciations. Like with the swimming example, if you've never gone swimming, odds are you won't get swimming physics when you try to fly. THese systems or probability waveforms are based on random events you've been exposed to. You either take the chaos magic approach of taking stock of what that archetype means to you to guesstimate it's outcome, or you take the ceremonial approach and plan out your experiences to build a structure with probabilities tilted in your favor.

If all matter exists as a particle and a waveform, and we are made of matter, then we should also exist as a waveform. I say that's what dreams are, the waveform counterpart to our waking particle reality.

Above is post 21 of this thread:

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http://www.dreamviews.com/beyond-dre...ml#post2097090

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I'm sick and sleeping too much. So happy that I have no family or close friends to nag me about my extreme laziness.

just now i Woke from this dream where I was standing with others in an auditorium, listening to a speaker. Then I am half awake, standing-up. Then I wake, a couple of times, standing with my head leaning on a metal, vertical, auditorium, pillar.

Then I woke a couple of times curled up on a couch, with my head propped up on my elbow.

Got up in a library.

Found a little diary 2011 "somebody male" Dixon. I'm a female Dixon.

I want to steal it to read it then return it like a library book.

Next I'm at a long, horizontal, coat hanger-bar. Magically, (as if moved by invisible psychic-ghost), the coats on hangers move (impossibly) into a different order.

Others who saw this start discussing the frightening, weired phenomenon.

I smile inside cos I thought I was the only witness and had better shut-up cos no one would believe me and they'd just think me mentally ill.

Then I feel cheeky and tell a lie. I say, in a false, deep voice:

"I did that" I've only been doing it a thousand years".

Wickedly!!! I was hoping that I could dupe them into believing that one of my "multiple-personalities" is a thousand year old Psychic (telekinetic) ghost.

I woke feeling happy, cheeky but secretly guilty for trying to dupe these folk by aggrandizing meeee.

Note: Bodily, I'm male and heterosexual. I don't mind the idea of being female, though.

I was in a building and a guy started hitting on me, I think. Later we were in a restroom and he was sitting on a toilet. He wanted to have sex with me and I didn't, Then he literally went down the toilet and the water was red. I then opened the restroom door and said to his African-American father, "Your son just went down the damn toilet." And then I thought of trying to find him somehow.

UPDATE, 16/December/2014: I did not find him when I searched.

I'm in a castle, apparently I'm the owner, even if it seems I don't know every inch of it.
I'm wandering up some stairs, looking for someone.
Then I see a door and I suddenly remember that I have to take out the dogs.
So I look for the keys in my pockets and I can't believe how much keys there are in there.
I open the door and there is a labrador, waiting for me just behind the door. I ask him if he is ready to go out and he gets up and caresses my leg with his head.
We go in a open space (always in this castle). I struggle to find the right way, but the dog helps me.
The dog plays a while, then he makes me know that he is ready to go back in his room.
Then we go back for the same road and the happy dog comes back in his home.
I open another door. Another dog waiting for me. I ask if he wants to go out and he says that he doesn't feel like (HE TALKS TO ME). So I close the door and go ahead opening new doors, and asking all the dogs in the different rooms if they are ready.
There are a lot of dogs. Big ones, little ones, all the breeds, all the colors.
It seems all the dogs own a room and live there alone. I'm a guardian and they can go out only with me, but they are not in a prison.
Some of them are waiting for me and get crazily happy when I come, other dogs are tired and unwillingly follow me, others say 'no' or hide behind sofas to make me understand that they don't want to go out.
Every time I go through the same road and every time I feel safer.
After a lot of time doing the same thing, it's time to eat and I go in the kitchen to prepare the food for MY dog (my real dog) and I think there no food for all the dogs, so I prepare littler rations.
Then I write in a note attached to the refrigerator that I have to buy more meat.
I look at my hand as I'm writing and there is something I'm forgetting to write. Or it's about my hand. WAKING UP!

ARRIGHT I'm awake wow I'm tired of being sick ugh why now my throat hurts this is lame I can't go back man I CAN'T GO BACK TO BEING SICK LIKE I WAS

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man exercising was such a dumb idea. making myself write out my dream even though I don't feel like it to build character.

Dream 1 - Ben's Home, Betas
I like that title because it sounds like I'm either lazily listing the things that happened in the dream, or I'm telling some fish that Ben's home.

SO LET'S SEE first thing that happened was Ben arrived back from college on a bus. It was summer-ish and when he got off the bus we headed across a grassy field together where some older peeps were throwing a football around or something. They seemed to be people I'd used to look up to as the older people back in youth group, now post-college but apparently not too different from how they used to be or from how I would tend to view them. They said somethin' about Ben being back, and I tried to respond in a confident but sort of comedic voice which in the end just sounded strange and high to me. I was tryin' to be confident with what I said too, but I think it fell sort of flat like it tends to do.

Anyway I didn't dwell on that too long, and Ben and I wandered into this odd little ... secluded area on the other side of the field, directly across from where the bus had dropped him off. There was a pond with some piled stones serving as a boundary, and something was blocking out the sun and making it feel a little closed-in and quiet, but I'm not totally sure it was trees. Could've been stone walls.

Now HERE it was winter and the pond was partially frozen-over. It may have been flooded as well, because there were frozen beta fish chilling on the grass, three of 'em, all perhaps ten times the size of a normal beta fish. I reached for one, but it swam back to the pond somehow. The other two appeared more incapacitated, but after reaching under one to pick it up and consequently feeling its incredibly delicate jaw bone, I figured it would be best to not mess with 'em.

Dream 2 - Band's Back
wow just typing that made me feel some anxiety OH WELL LET'S DO THIS

First of all I was apparently on a journey to who knows where. As a result, I discovered a particularly talented singer, a girl from some school who I took back home with me. She then became part of our reformed band, now directed by mom and, as usual, featuring my sister and brother (still home from college).

At first I think I was just singing harmonies or playing guitar or somethin', but then Mom decided that I should be the one to sing the chorus. My first reaction was to protest while trying out my voice and realizing how pitchy I was. Then I actually gave it a fair shot, but the lyrics which the girl had sung so easily were considerably more difficult for me to do. For some reason there were always too many syllables in whatever line I was trying to sing, and with each line I grew more and more frustrated. Ben, meanwhile, seemed to be derisive of my struggles, like maybe I was just making it hard on myself by not really trying to figure out how it worked, and Jess didn't seem to care either way.

So it culminated with me storming off. Mom went with me and I ended up shouting at her something like, literally, "I've already tried this s**t before!". It was bleeped out and everything. Also some part of my mind was noticing that I was shouting louder than I'd ever shouted in my life, like there wasn't enough of my voice to get across just how much I hated all of this.

Long story short, though, I ended up wandering back to try again. And then Ben was Sam from Supernatural, which wasn't too different apparently. And then he got hit by a car or something. We weren't too concerned, but we did monitor him afterwards to see whether anything was different. He started painting decals on the walls, which was normal, but we paid close attention to the design choices. They all turned out car-related somehow which we took as a sign of something. And then I think I woke up.

April 19, 2014 Dream #2: A dilapidated car pulls aggressively into our semi-circular driveway at our current home in ********. My 26 year old son Scott is casually lying down on his right side in the driveway, and the car containing at least one angry man (the driver) goes around and behind him, stopping abruptly. I grab at Scott's shirt dragging him upwards and order him to get up. I insist he stand up and take a defensive posture. The driver’s window is open and I very calmly and diplomatically approach and address him. I observe a second man is present in the rear seat immediately behind the driver on the same side of the car as I am standing. He is Caucasian and needs a shave, but doesn’t appear to be particularly animated or angry, nor does he make any move towards getting out of the car.

The driver does not get out either. He goes from being Afro-American initially, to being Caucasian when I look back to him after scrutinizing the passenger in the rear seat. The driver starts asking me questions about “Scott’s sister" (A**** my daughter). He wants to know if she is taking Ambien. I start to tell them there must be some kind of mistake in identity because my daughter is living in South Korea (as she is in reality) and they couldn't possibly know of her or be the subject of their anger, but Scott does not want me to tell them any details about her. I wake.

April 19, 2014 Dream #1: I am at my ancestral home in *******, New York. I am quite young, perhaps ten years of age, as is my younger sister Joanne, who is the only other dream character present. We are each mulling about at the top of the three step concrete stoop that leads to our home. I decide to peel off an improbably long piece of black electrical tape from a roll I am holding. I throw it towards the M****r’s yellow and white split level home all the way across the street, where somehow it adheres diagonally across their entire home at an angle from 11:00 to 5:00. The roll of tape is now virtually empty, but the cardboard inner roll in my right hand now appears to be unusually wide - about three inches. It has about 3/4 of a turn of tape left, and I throw that towards the house also. It ends up where the M****r's driveway meets the house.

Suddenly I am concerned that I will get in trouble for what I’ve done. I usher my sister into the house and shut off the lights so no one can see us. When the lights are off on our side of the street the interior lights of the M****r’s home are readily apparent. Through the glass covered windows and doors I can see the interior of much of their home, their lamps, furnishings and rugs. No one from their family is silhouetted against the windows or doors inside looking out, and I conclude no one saw that it was me that threw the tape and near-empty roll onto their property. I wake.

Last night, I set an alarm at 3.30 am to attempt a DEILD. The alarm is very gentle and I made it turn itself off after a minute. It woke me up as expected, but my first reflex was to switch it off. I quickly remembered my goal and prevented myself from moving too much. I lied on my back and waited for the alarm to shut up.

When it did, I was feeling really groggy and thought it would be easy to get into a dream. Suddenly I was worried that maybe it was too early and I would still enter a deep sleep state, therefore making the whole thing unworthy. Despite my efforts to stay awake, I soon lost consciousness and woke up at 8 am with only a small fragment of a dream in mind. And as far as I can tell, I wasn't lucid in it. Dammit.

Needless to say, any advice is most welcome

2 nights in a row with recall, what's happening!

Anyway my first dream is in my classroom, the lesson is history.
But our classroom was so laid back, if you've seen the wolf of Wall Street, just think how relaxed and laid back that workplace was, well this was like it, but without the strippers and drugs of course.

I was with my friends at my table, we also had a teacher on it, probably an assistant teacher, but he was really cool wouldent tell anyone off or anything. He came over and said something to me and I jokingly said "That's what she said..." And we both laughed.

But our real teacher wasn't laid back at all, she gave my friend Charlie NINE warnings, I had 2 and Charlie had NINE. One of the times I took Charlie's chair and he got the blame for it. So that's fragment one.

Fragment 2 was near to when I woke up. So it's after school, and normally every one goes to the nearby shops. That was the same in my dream. I see most people in my year outside the shops. I overhear something about a prank call, then the hurdle of my year starts running across the road, me and 2 friends decide to follow them, we try to work our way through the cars. I nearly got run over and my friend advised to wait and not to rush.

We finally make it across the road and were running over to the group of people, when we have arrived the person has already done the prank call, and everyone's heading back to the shops. I see them all going into someone's house so I follow them, One of them tries to lock me out jokingly but I make my way through, and the rest of the dream is me waiting inside for it to be half past so I can get the bus to home.

Night of 4/18/14
In bed from 11:09 to 7:40

Dream 1

Late to meeting because I was in the pisser.
Wouldn't stop pissing
Unusual flow
Towards the end it was a wide and heavy mist, it also came out as a brown paste

In meeting. My writing was not what they wanted. It had no cohesion and no ending

I said it didn't need to be; I thought I was supposed to write about my dreams. I was really angry

Tldr: nutty piss and I turned in a dream journal as my assignment.

Dream 2 (fragment)

Outside was flooded, I was at the back deck of my house with my family fishing. The water level was just below the deck. I caught a few fish.