non-lucid

drempt i was at coachella with mell and none of the bands i wanted to see were actually there. she said dath cab did there preformance naked. and the crodw i was with was alll liike ahhhh ahhh ahh ehhh ayy ohh ay ..also was in orgeon for a little while and al these people had pet rein deer.

i had to help my grandma feed this little little tiny pet alligator like the size of your thumb but he had kinda big calws. then i was on a really dark hill and thes guys kept following me in a car trying to see me somet[hing so i frantiacally drove away. then i forgowt my car at vallero

I was in a warehouse with an undercover police officer and think it was a girl there too. On the outside of the warehouse there was a road and I went out to look at the traffic. Suddenly the traffic change, it seems that people get a little panic and get in a hurry to get away. I got suspicious over this and it all feels like I've seen this scene before. Suddenly I see a bank truck with red lights and siren running in a wild speed. I am even surer that this has happened before and trying to remember what happened last time. The cop comes out and I point out this suspicious truck. I go into the warehouse again and suddenly I remember, the truck is full of explosives and will soon explode outside the warehouse. Just as I remember it a police car stopping outside and a cop scream that a truck is about to explode. I run towards a hole in the concrete floor as I explored earlier, a sort of cellar but I'm struggling a bit to come down, I somehow float in the air above the hole. Can gradually coming down and then truck exploding. When I coming to my senses again the warehouse is completely smashed. I am stuck under gravel / concrete and dust but I am undamaged. Hear someone look for survivors and I stretched out a hand and get rescued.

I am in the woods with some guy I have gone to school with many years ago. He rides a bicycle with a girl on the back. I run after them and pick up bags off the ground that I deliver to the girl. When I pick up the last bag a bunch of grasshoppers coming out of it. I throw the bag away but the grasshoppers are following me. I get onto a pole and they try to get up to me but suddenly disappear into thin air. Then we go to a cabin that apparently is his and he shows me a garden he is very proud of. But only a tiny garden plot and a bush he seems so proud of seems like a fir tree, nothing special about it. We walk a bit around the cabin and again we come to the garden spot and he is again started to proudly show off.

I am suddenly outside of his house. He carries on a pizza but we are not allowed to go into his house until we have paid for the pizza. He yells into the house and asks for the girl in the woods. A guy inside the house say that Maritha probably do not have money. Suddenly this guy coming out front of the house and he carry 3-4 pizzas to us. But he refuses to give those to us before we have paid for them. Then he accuses me to visit his friend just to sponging off him since I did not have cash. I say we just came from the woods and I saw no ATM there. We empty our pockets for small change and eventually come into the house.

So I am tied to a giant clock, with my head right where the pendulum swings. Chucky laughs at me as he gets everything in place. Then the pendulum (with spikes on it) swings into my head, knocking it over to the other side, where it hits yet more spikes. After a few rounds of this, I bite on to an edge of the clock, to hold myself out of the way, and manage to get a pry bar from somewhere and attempt to dismantle the clock. Chucky gets in my face now, and reminds me of how he had to remove each one of my ribs with that very pry bar, and he'll do it again if I don't stop. A vivid, painful memory of just that happening flashes in my mind, but I go for the escape anyway.

I jump into a series of rooms, and shut Chucky into one of them, as I run to the next one. Soon, I realize the rooms are connected with a shared bathroom, so I shut the bathroom door on Chucky's side. But there is a hole on the bottom of it, just big enough for him to crawl through, so I shut the other door, but the same sort of hole is there too! Chucky slowly crawls through toward me, laughing an evil laugh as he does so, and talking about how painful it is going to be when he kills me. As he starts to emerge into the room I am hiding in, I bite him in the face! This seems to have hurt him, so I bite him again, taking a big chunk off his head. Since he's having a hard time getting through the hole quickly, I take a few more bites at him until he is sort of dazed by this.

Grabbing Chucky, I crumple him into a ball, and run out of the house, and up the street where there is an outdoor cafe. An older woman looks at me, as if she knows exactly what's going on. She offers me some gravy sauce and biscuits. I sit down at the table next to hers, cover Chucky with gravy sauce, and eat him with biscuits. She gives me another biscuit before she leaves. As I finish off Chucky, I wish there was a more pleasant way to do this than to eat him. Biting into his stomach, I expect a bunch of gross juices to be in there, but it's just hollow, like a doll. Not that gross after all, but really tough to chew. The gravy and biscuits make it easier to swallow.

Something about making words in the oven? But sometimes fail because part missing or other issue.

Drinking out of a bottle and there was a broken piece of glass in the bottle, stuck inside so it could not be extracted.

Sorry this is so long! It would be more detailed but I'm writing this a few hours after it happened

Setting:
My dream was set in WW2. I don't know how I know this apart from the odd mention of bombs. In this place we were not allowed to do dancing (which I am fond of) because we were meant to be serious because of the war. But, there was a secret club which we snuck into to dance and have fun.

Non - lucid:
It started of with me and my friend (I don't know who) running away from the patrol who were searching for people doing something wrong. They were on a motor bike wearing dark sunglasses with dogs beside them. Me and my friend were running away from them as we were dressed in our red dresses which we danced in. We ran until we reached the sort of speed where you can't go any faster but I used the near by cars to push myself to go further. My friend could not catch up but I did not realise. I ran into the corner sweet shop where I lived and dived behind the counter.

The guard people came in looking to see if anyone was there but left. My friend arrived a few moments later and had a go at me for leaving her. My elderly friend Mrs. Dubose who I lived with was sitting in her chair:
'Im coming with you to that dance whether you like it or not!'
She always liked to protect us. I replied,
'You can't, what if a bomb were to drop on us?'
'A bomb is just as likely to drop on this house as it is to drop on the town hall!'
But she agreed to stay.

Lucid:
It was only a short awareness because my cat suddenly jumped on me:
When I hugged Mrs. Dubose goodbye I felt her soft wrinkly skin. I felt like a pillow and I thought she must be at least 100. Then I smelt her and she smelt so nice. She smelt sort of like old people's talcum powder but when I smelt it I though 'is this a dream?' And everything sort of disappeared although I was still holding onto Mrs. Dubose

I woke up I imagined where I last was I took off again

Non - lucid:
We walked to the hatch in our floor and down a flight of stairs, across a corridor, up another flight of stairs and through a door. We were suddenly in the town hall where the dancing took place and it has 15 people in there. Girls dressed in red and boys in suits.

-gap which I can't remember-

We heard people below us and all the dancers went down to investigate. All the towns people were there in one room. The elderly and young including Mrs. Dubose on beds and the rest of the floor. They explained there had been a sudden attack from the enemy. Mrs. Dubose invited her horrible friend over to her bed to share and wrapped her checked blanket around them both.

We heard a loud lady's voice above us:
'I know you're not in your beds. I know there's some people down there. Whoever is there will return to there own beds immediately. I will count down from 5. Go!'

There was a rush of people. I knew we wouldn't make it.
1. There was a jam of people at the door
2. Mrs. Dubose would not be able to run and we would have to assist her
3. Our house/shop was the furthest away

However, I had a plan. The lady in charge had bad eye sight. However, she had very good hearing. If we went back the way we came she would hear the door. But if we went round the side door of our house she would not.

We ran around and let Mrs. D go in front. She went ahead but the lady saw/heard us and stopped us.
'Hello Annie and Jack!'
She was talking to me and my brothers toys and obviously thought they were small children
'Now you hurry back quickly, I'll give you two extra time!'

We ran quickly back to our house. Usually we would all share the same bed even though it wasn't allowed. I went in the bed and Mrs. D and my brother hid in the cupboard. The lady walked in and the bell in the door chimed. She walked swiftly across the room and nodded. And walked back out. My brother let out a deep sigh and thumped out the cupboard loudly. I held my breath as he quickly hid again and the lady walked back in. She opened the cupboard and gasped loudly.

I woke up. Sorry for the length again but it was a very vivid detailed dream.

In my first dream, I was at some sort of school and they were doing drug tests on the students. We were in a big warehouse looking building and everyone had their piss cups in conveyor belts. G. Romero asked me to piss in his cup, probably because he was dirty.
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In my other dream, I was with a lot of people and we were ready for some sort of attack. People were committing suicide because they thought they wouldn't live through the attack. I ran to a group of people that was about to kill themselves and tackled their leader and took his knives. I ordered them onto the towers we had posted and they ran up the stairs towards the towers. I told this to everyone and everybody managed to get into a tower. Me and a few people didn't have time to get into a tower and that's when water started coming and it turned into ice. We ran away from it and held up while the whole area turned to ice. Creatures started attacking us and we managed to kill one but more took its place. I climbed up a pole and stayed there. Even though there was ice everywhere, I wasn't cold.

Night of 4/15/14

Dream 1:
(I've been watching 30 rock)

fragments:
there was a meeting with liz
miss mahoney was wearing a bra that shot out sparks (not electrical, like fireworks)

Dream 2:

In a cafeteria
My lunch is ruined- i left it on a table and someone sabotaged it
a friendly lunch man makes me more lunch and makes sure it is very satisfactory

I see a girl im into
close friend decides to go for her instead

Dream 3:

bible school (childhood trauma, what?)
really boring

*****

went into some sort of FPS mode
everybody was shooting at each other
I was shootin up fools
water surrounding a tower inside, it was dark
Went outside, FPS mode gone


*****
Went into different inside area, can't remember how I got there


*Usually when I go lucid i say out loud that it is a dream*
*In this case I just felt kinda lucid*
*Felt strange transitioning into lucidity, like there was little change*

*****

was in a building with church people
I wanted to sex up a girl
People would always invade space.
There was very little control
I tried to build a wall and door with a closed door
failed

They said if I wanted to have sex it would need to be with a family member
I loose control over the dream, (who wouldn't in that scenario?)

*****

NON LUCID
*At was at some apartment at night time. Nida brought up a Pakistani classical musician. I said yes, I remember that person. I didn't feel right talking to her for some reason, I resented her almost. She was also with someone else one of her friends that were also pakistan I think. I walked into the kitchen and notice davius there. I thought why is he so short, isn't he taller? Darius his brother made a comment about how davius is getting fat. I looked at davius thought wow he is getting kind of fat.

*I sat in a circle with friend passing around a blunt full of dro. I thought this is way to much weed to smoke. I think I thought everyone I only need one hit and I'm good. I also explained smoking to much has negative effects on your mind while very low doses has relaxing anti anxiety effects.

*Lama Dorjee gave me three books. I attempted to give them back but he told me to keep them. I feel I little surprise by this.

My usual dream-signs – my usual ignorance and fail to detect them.

Again looking for a new flat – I had actually rented one and got the key – in Hamburg – never lived there. Nice flat, I really liked it. In the backyard was a low-down building, derelict. I like such places and wanted to go in explore, but it stank of urine and was full of ugly trash, like some nasty squatted houses do, just worse and it was nobody home.

I found two interesting plants in the backyard, though – big thick stalks and blossoms like trumpets – didn’t make me lucid, but I unearthed them and took them on my balcony.
When I wanted to come back there later – I couldn’t find the house any more.
I searched for it and found a house, a bit similar to the one, the flat was supposed to be in – the key worked, but it was a mistake. I was in a shared flat of several people, when entering, and a woman was in one room crying in her bed and asking, what I wanted there. So I left.

Then it was somehow so, that I had to search for yet another flat, since the nice one was too far away from university. I visited one, where when I looked out of the window – I first thought the whole piece of garden would be filled with manure – just to be told and then also see that is was instead a pile of sausages – also filled gut things – don’t know the English words for the affair.
I was a bit alienated, but looked at the rest of the flat – they said I could take from the sausages, and I found that sort of nice for a moment.

It turned out, though, that I was meant to live with an old couple together in that flat, and the former inhabitant had decorated a room with letters and stuff, like a kid would, leaving the people, where she stayed for a school-exchange, and that the couple expected me to live like that with them – like a kid. I said no thanks to that, and they got angry with me – I was pretty nasty to them then – but so were they.

There was also a sort of inter-cultural conflict going – Hamburg had for a while turned into a holiday resort place, where the dark-skinned inhabitants were rising up against the sinful holidayers, lots of police around. And I had for some reason taken off clothes and wanted to put on something else.
This worked fast enough not to be noticed by the moral apostles shouting in the streets.
Connected to this was a photo-shooting with models in bath suits at the beach.

Another aspect was me being on a long bus ride with many people – full bus – and we were sleeping in it, too. Later it turned out, that the bus driver made detours in order to charge more.
There was a fragment, where I had no money – none – and absolutely no idea, how I could get at some before like starving.
Thought about sitting down on the pavement and begging for getting a bit of money for a cake – but something other happened then.

And – I found myself in the kitchen of the house, I dream of second most frequently – of that ex’s parents. I was in the kitchen frying potatoes in a pan and then decided I wasn’t hungry and made myself a cup of milk-coffee.

Another episode, where it came to me, why one guy from back in school was nasty to me in the dream – that he had wanted something from me before, and was disappointed now.
Funnily – that has some actual bearing on reality back then – but I didn’t see that guy for ages. We had fallen out - and it might really have been down to that back then.

Load of crap – but I feel the more I journal – the more I remember the next night.

I'm in a room completely white. I'm waiting for I don't know what.
Suddenly a wall start to tremble as something wanted to come out of it.
And in fact, a cannonball is shot against the other wall.
But the ball is simply ink and when it smashes the wall it starts to write and draws things.
They are comics, but about my past life.
It's funny see everything like a cartoon.
Ink cannonball are shot from a wall to another for a big while, and a lot of scenes come out.
I like it, but at once my bf came in the room, just in time to see a comics relating to him, saying he must leave in a few minutes to go and serve in army.
He prepares some jeans, asking me to sew together some of them.
Then he looks at me with a sad and resigned smile and touches my face as I start to cry... and wake up.

I was at my Uni. There weren't any classes that day but I had to attend to a couple of compulsory seminars. At the entrance of the lecture room were two people handing out small pieces of paper with either the word YES or NO written in them. These were the answers to a question similar to "will you stay until the seminar finishes?". When I went past one of the men handing out these pieces of paper, he only had some of the YES left but none of the NO, so I had no choice. I planned on staying for the whole seminar anyway, but he said "sorry" and handed me a YES piece of paper with a 20-euro bill under it. I pretended I didn't notice in case it was a mistake, but I had the feeling he was trying to bribe me.

After this, my classmates and I entered the lecture room, which pretty much looked like a theatre. We stayed for the whole seminar and, when we were going out, I noticed something in my hand. I looked at it to find two 10-euro bills, which had basically come out of the blue. I reached for my pocket to find the previous 20 euros I had been given and felt the bills in my hand. They felt like real money. I was amazed at how much money I had made out of nothing.

I am trying to fall asleep, but I can't cuz I have an insomnia again. Insomnia is my curse from nine years old and I don't know the reason of it yet. It is around 6 AM and I finaly fall asleep. I get wake up by my mother and is 8 AM. I have't dreamed yet because I slept less than two hours. Is 9:40 AM and I am waking up again because the noises of a dog.

I am trying to fall asleep again because I feel tired, but I can't and I try again and again and again.... and I start to walk on a path into a cartoonish living forest where are growing the plants from Plants vs Zombies. Few trees are looking friendly, but most of them are looking like Jack O' Lantern evil and angry faces. I start doing noises with my mouse midle well. The trees are becoming annoyed by me, but I still doing the noise. One angry tree is stoping me and ask to stop doing noise, or he will call Tudor if I will not. But I am continuing playing with my mouse and keeping annoying the trees. I arive at the edge of the forest. I get encountered by six siamese trees without braches, but that can walk in two legs. They are asking me to stop disturbing them and I am wake up now.

April 16, 2014: I am inside a large canvas flap tent at what appears to be a Hawaiian Luau. There is a large number of Hawaiian / Calypso performers and singers assembled on a low, broad multi-tiered stage at the front of the tent. The flap used to enter and exit is to the left as seen from the audience (stage right). The smallish audience - we barely outnumber the performers - are seated on rows of grey metal chairs arranged in an arc. Patrick Swayze is seated in front of me. His shirt is off. He gets up and passes through the tent flap, exiting the performance just prior to its commencement. Following this, a man straightens out the flap closure and the music starts. I wake.

Morning of April 16, 2014. Wednesday.



This was a fairly long dream, but many of the details are not quite clear (assuming they were clear from the beginning). My wife and family and I are seemingly living in my sister’s older house on Loomis Street. It is a bit different, though, and has an extra broom closet in one area near the kitchen. We are visited by an unknown male who dies somehow and by which it seems he should then be hidden in the house (in the fictional broom closet) until it is decided what should be done.

Sometime later, Art Carney shows up as his Norton character, but a bit older than that character implied on “The Honeymooners”. I believe he is looking for the other man relating to some money he owes him (to be paid by him soon) or some such. Art Carney also dies somehow (not violently) and is hidden under a mattress for a time.

Because of the house filling up with bodies, perhaps we should move to a new address, I reason, so we start putting our belongings in a few boxes. I am not sure when and where we are moving.

A little later, an older detective shows up and starts asking questions. I am not sure how he knew that the two men had been to our house, and it had only been a very short time since they were reported “missing”. Looking closely, I notice that he appears to be Art Carney and thus had not died in my dream earlier. He is wearing glasses and appears to be wearing makeup to alter his face in a very similar manner as Tom Hanks at the beginning of the movie “Cloud Atlas”. I say to him, “oh, you’re Art Carney” thinking it is amusing that he “died” in my dream, and is now pretending to investigate the situation as if it is some sort of game or scene from a movie that is being rehearsed.

However, he denies that he is Art Carney (even though it actually is him or at least a fictional twin) but is not threatening in any way. My dream starts to decay after this (perhaps because I was able to “see” who he really was), but this was the most vivid scenario.

This is related to several real-life events and facts that are very cleverly linked to things I am well aware of (including a relentless Internet troll who seems obsessed with me for whatever reason). Carney is a play, apparently on “Carnivore”, and is also related to the “Emperor Norton” dream about the “village idiot” (as Art Carney played a character named Norton who worked in the sewers - again, on “The Honeymooners” television show - but not relative in any way to Emperor Norton even though there is an incidental association here). It is also relative to the Art Carney movie “Harry and Tonto” as well as the term “carnal knowledge”. The number of multiple layers and associations are fascinating, but in that regard, the “show is over”, thus the deaths in my dream. I no longer need to waste time focusing on the “village idiot”.

4.16.14

Last night, bed at 8:30ish pm- 1:50am

DR when woke up

I'm living in an incredibly huge house. It's not mine, someone is letting me stay there. They are away now and someone is telling me that before they come home, I need to clean up. I'm pissed, because didn't even use any dishes or anything, and I have to clean up. There are 2 other people living there as renters or something, so while I'm putting dishes to dishwasher, I'm telling them to clean their shit up, coz I ain't doing it.

Alex comes in as the owner with his lawyer as i'm sleeping and I'm pissed that they don't even lower their voices.

A contractor is there now and he is going to make another huuuuge walk in closet for the owner, same one, that I'm using now. He is asking me if I took my clothe out already. I told him he told me he will start construction in a month and I should empty the closet in 3 weeks, so wtf. He is asking me if I want the owner to put my stuff in the storage for now. I say no way in hell.

I hear the TV and I'm walking in the room to shut it down. I come to one of the bathrooms in the house. Someone is staying there too. There are 2 flat screens on the wall, both are on on some diff channels. I'm trying to shut them off. Then I see 3 flatscreens in the middle, with some videogame in progress and another monitor to the left of them. I also see a main system remote and I think I should not shut it down, coz he has a game in progress.



Ok, so it seems I was a bit angry last night, lol. We'll fix it tonight.